Mozun is Running Away From Marriage Every Day

As Hua Che chased him, he muttered in his heart, "Fight for the gas, fight for the gas, fight for the gas".

Although his cultivation base is still shallow now, he is here anyway, and Ji Feng should wake up, right?

In the previous life, he came to Mingyue Valley to experience with everyone. He stumbled to save people and fell into a cold pool that was hundreds of feet deep at the bottom of the valley, where he met the wind that had been covered in dust for many years.

Although this encounter was a year earlier, at any rate it was the sword that he had fought for many years, fighting in blood, and accompanied day and night. Will the fetters engraved on the soul disappear as time goes back?

Hua Che fell on the top of the mountain, he took a quick breath, and looked around, the arsonist had disappeared.

Also, if people want to escape, they can't catch up with the current self.

Hua Che was thinking about whether to go back or go to Hantan to fetch his sword. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the valley!

The entire mountain range trembled!

Hua Che hurriedly supported an old locust tree to stabilize his body. The shock was extraordinary and familiar.

Without waiting for Hua Che to bother to guess, a splendid silver light overflowed from the bottom of the fractured valley and rushed straight into the sky!

This familiar breath caused Hua Che's heart to tremble, he almost instinctively chased after him, the closer he got, the stronger the clear and gentle breath became.

Jifeng is different from other swords. It is not as lonely and cold as Langyue, and it is not as clear as Tingquan, but it is unique, warm and jade, Huifeng and smooth, one sword penetrates Jiuzhou, dead wood meets spring; one sword breaks the haze, and the cloud is driven away by the rain.

Hua Che paused.

The sword body is frosty and white, and its brilliance is restrained-it is holding it in someone else's hand.

Hua Che's eyes became terrifying in an instant.

This arsonist was not just as simple as setting fire to the town, he still came to grab the ancient sword.

Although this person was dressed in black and put on a huge cloak to cover his whole body tightly, Hua Che had seven guesses about his identity.

"You set the town on fire?" Hua Che asked cautiously.

Although I can't see the face of the arsonist, anyone who is chased here by a sixteen-year-old will be surprised.

The arsonist stared at him for a while, without saying a word, he drew his sword out of its sheath and killed Hua Che.

Hua Che quickly dodged, like this kind of enlightened sword has its own temper, Hua Che has been with it for a hundred years, and has long been familiar with the nature of Jifeng. In the hands of the arsonist with a high level of cultivation, he barely avoided two moves.

The other party was obviously shocked, and the Maotou boy who thought he could solve it easily was a tricky veteran, so he became serious.

The sword blade wiped the side of his neck, if Hua Che hadn't been hiding quickly, now the head had moved.

His gaze was a little dizzy, he reached out his hand to touch the blood stain on his side of his neck, and glared at the betrayal Ji Feng: "Is it against you?"

I don't know if it was really frightened by this voice, or if he tasted the familiar smell of blood, Ji Feng buzzed with some anxiety.

The arsonist squeezed the sword firmly, and his voice was low and heavy: "You are already my spiritual weapon, can't you betray the Lord?"

Hua Che sneered: "Who is the owner of it?"

The murderous intent of the arsonist was revealed, and the sword was fast and ruthless. Even if Hua Che could see the trajectory of the kendo, his body could not react, and several openings were opened in a blink of an eye. When the sword rushed again, he didn't hide at all, and proactively stretched out his hand to grasp the blade of the sword.

The tip of the sword stopped at a distance of less than **** from Hua Che's heart.

This action even startled the arsonists.

"Once the spirit weapon recognizes the lord, it will never betray for eternity. As long as the soul is immortal, no matter when and where, when you go to Qiongbi and fall to Huangquan, you only need a call to return to your place." Hua Che firmly grasped the sword. Sliding all the way from the position of the sword grid, sliding to the tip of the sword, so that the entire blade was stained with blood.

Suddenly, the scenery blooms!

The dazzling silver light reflected Hua Che's excessively pale face. His phoenix eyes were slightly drenched, and the corners of his mouth had a bloodthirsty smile: "This deity's spirit weapon, you are not worthy to touch!"

The arsonist only felt his palm burned, as if he had been scorched by the flames. He instinctively let go, and the sword turned the edge of the sword and rushed towards the center of his eyebrows!

At the same time, another sword burst out of the air, and the arsonist looked away, but he didn't get entangled anymore and left quickly.

Hua Che lowered the yin in his eyes and recognized that it was Tingquan. After looking back, it was indeed Chu Binghuan who followed.

"It's you, how about over there..." Seeing him, Hua Che's nerves that had been strained for a long time suddenly relaxed. This looseness did not matter. He was dizzy on the spot and his limbs were soft.

"Hua Che!" Chu Binghuan hugged him from behind in time, and when he fixed his eyes, his expression changed drastically.

Not to mention Chu Binghuan, even Hua Che himself was taken aback.

I don't know when the front breast was soaked with blood, and there was a blood hole in his right chest. Hua Che didn't feel the pain until now.

"Don't move." Chu Binghuan seemed to be more afraid than Hua Che himself, even his voice trembled.

Hua Che allowed Chu Binghuan to fiddle, **** and doing a simple wound hemostasis treatment. He seemed to remember it. It seemed that when he was saving the little girl, he could not dodge and was stabbed by a flow arrow.

Hua Che sat leaning against the tree, losing too much blood and dizzy. He watched Chu Binghuan fiddling around with bottles and cans. Chu Binghuan took out all the elixir of Qiankun's collection in his sleeve, hurriedly adjusting the medicine, and from time to time he gave Hua Chedu some true essence, and then fed him some Qiyuan Pill, for fear that an inattentive Huache would return to the west.

Hua Che seemed very relaxed. He casually admired the moon and looked at the stars, and inadvertently looked at Chu Binghuan. He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "Dr. Chu, you put angelica and safflower, do you think I don't have enough blood flow? "

Chu Binghuan was taken aback, his face pale and pale.

Hua Che resisted the urge to laugh, put on a sad expression of my fate, and said, "Can you do it? Or maybe you should change to a doctor, I don't want to die..."

"..." Chu Binghuan held his forehead, "Shut up!"

Hua Che laughed.

Chu Binghuan took a deep breath, but it was really messy to care, and he forgot the overripe formula on his back. He cleared his head, threw away all the medicine that had been adjusted, digging out the blood-covered Hua Che from his brain, and re-adjusting the medicine.

When Hua Che held the mutton fat jade bottle full of elixir, he looked away and asked, "How about them?"

"The fire has gone, they are dealing with the funeral." Chu Binghuan urged, "Don't worry about it, drink your medicine."

Hua Che shook the jade bottle, the liquid medicine inside issued a cordial and friendly call, Hua Che only shuddered.

After all, he and Chu Binghuan have been together for more than a hundred years and suffered a lot from it.

Mo Zuntian was not afraid, not afraid of Chu Binghuan's medicine.

It was terrible and terrifying. After eating it this time, I didn't dare to think about the next time. Chu Binghuan famously said, "See if you dare to get sick again," and Hua Che was so scared that he rushed around his head.

Just listening to the sound of the liquid medicine rolling, Hua Che felt like crying all over her body.

"Then what, let's talk first..."

Chu Binghuan ruthlessly said: "Drink!"

Huh!

Hua Che pinched his nose, took a sip from the jade bottle, choked with tears on the spot.

Hua Che coughed and cried and cried: "You said that if I died, don't torture me in this way!"

Chu Binghuan had a hard-hearted heart: "Drink it all at once!"

Hua Che was anxious: "You are murdering your husband!"

Chu Binghuan: "..."

Hua Che was also stunned when he said this.

Because the atmosphere at that time was just right, it blended perfectly with the previous life, Hua Che didn't speak through his brain, and instinctively... nonsense.

Chu Binghuan was in a daze.

It's just such a coincidence, the places and people are all the same.

Half a year after worshipping the Immortal Gate of Shangqing in the previous life, the group of them went down the mountain to practice, and the location was in Mingyue Valley. Hua Che accidentally fell into the cold pool to save people, and when he was rescued, he suffered internal and external injuries.

Chu Binghuan prepared the medicine for him, and he was very flattered. As a result, just after taking a sip from the bowl, Hua Che's face changed in shock, and his facial features were distorted and shouted: "So bitter!? Take it away quickly, I don't want to drink it!"

Hua Che's temper is no different from a three-year-old kid, but he wouldn't drink it anyway. And Chu Binghuan was not the kind of patient and good temper, he directly sealed Hua Che's acupoints, opened his mouth, and poured all the medicinal soup in.

Then, Hua Che lay on the ground, crying with bitter tears all over his face, and people who didn't know thought he sold himself to bury his father!

"Chu Binghuan, you are murdering your husband! If you want to be a widow, just say, I will make you perfect!"

In the end, Chu Binghuan carried his sword full of Mingyue Valley to chase him down, before Hua Che finally shut up.

The good medicine is bitter, although his medicine is frantic, but the effect is really good.

After Hua Che said this, he felt particularly embarrassed. He drank the medicinal soup in one breath, resisting the urge to cry, and his mouth suddenly became sweet.

It is candied fruit.

Hua Che looked at Chu Binghuan in surprise, this "cruel-hearted" doctor was so considerate? Isn't he most fond of admiring people's expressions of pain after taking his medicine? ? ?

The taste of this candied fruit is very familiar.

"You..." Hua Che pointed to his bloodless lips, "Where did you buy it?"

Chu Binghuan opened up Bai Juan, with more than a dozen different kinds of preserved fruits in it: "I made it myself."

Hua Che is a sweet addict, even if he eats candied fruit, he must be covered with a thick layer of honey. He likes to eat preserved fruits made from apples, pears, peaches and green plums.

I have bought the Huache sold in mortal stalls, and I have tasted the Huache made by the imperial kitchen in the imperial city, but they are not as good as the preserved fruit made by Chu Binghuan. NS.

It's a pity that Chu Binghuan was very stingy, and only when he was taking the medicine did he show his mercy and reward him with two, which made Huache miserable.

Later, he rebelled against the Shangqing Immortal Gate and separated from Chu Binghuan, even less able to eat the preserved fruit.

When they get along with Chu Binghuan again day and night, the two are standing on opposite sides of life and death again, not to mention that you are the one who eats the food.

Tasting it again after a hundred years, Hua Che almost burst into tears.

He raised his hand and put another one into his mouth, the third, fourth, and fifth, and tried every kind of fruit.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Chu is so ingenious." Hua Che stretched his teeth and smiled. "If any nun married you in the future, you will be blessed!"

Chu Binghuan glanced at him, brought dry wood, and made a fire.

"Bingcuo, why don't you go to Shangqing Immortal Gate?"

Chu Binghuan broke off the branches and threw them into the fire: "I don't want to go."

Hua Che asked lazily, "Do you want to build a avenue and fly into a fairy?"

Chu Binghuan: "I don't want to."

"So, do you still miss Hong Chen?" Hua Che was surprised, and asked with a smile, "Then tell me, what kind of female sister do you like? It is impossible for a person like you to marry a woman from the mortal world, right? ?"

Chu Binghuan didn't speak, and Hua Che said to himself: "First of all, you must have a distinguished family background, at least you must be right with Yuntian Shuijingmen. Secondly, you must have a good character and a good personality. You have to bear your cold temper. Gentle and virtuous, the cultivation base can't be too low..."

"Flower clear sky."

"You can’t be too weak, you have to be strong, you can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. That’s right, especially the culinary skills. You, Mr. Chu, have been spoiled since childhood, and he is very picky. Chili, like tofu and pasta..."

Chu Binghuan's heart tightened, and he looked at him deeply, "You know me so well?"

"For those who like dumplings and three fresh fillings, they only drink Lushan Yunwu for tea. Oh, if there is not, West Lake Longjing can also make do; I don’t like drinking, except for having to drink on New Year’s and holidays, I only drink Qiu Lubai; suffer from cleanliness and hate dirty , Going to bed without taking a shower after practicing the sword will definitely be beaten..."

Chu Binghuan's eyes were covered with a mist: "Where did you inquire about these?"

Hua Che chuckled softly: "I guess! Also, you must light the fragrance of aquatic water before going to bed every night. I want to record these with a pen and give it to your true goddess."

Chu Binghuan's expression cooled down: "Shut up and rest."

"No." Hua Che smiled, bright and open, and Qingjun's face showed unconcealable fatigue, "I'm afraid I will shut up now and I won't have a chance to speak again."