The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

The night wind blows in from the open window, the candlestick lights flicker, and the interior is quiet.

Xu Xingchen tilted his head, rested his elbows on the table, closed his eyes, the swaying candlelight fell on top of his head, and the purple jade crown radiated fine light.

I don't know how long it took, the wind from the window gradually became stronger, and the side hair was swept across the cheeks, causing a little itching.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, Xu Xingchen raised his hand to drive away the disturbing strands of hair, and glanced at the pill furnace in a drowsy state.

The fire at the bottom of the furnace was extinguished at some point, and the residual medicinal incense wafted from the furnace. A figure sat on the chair beside it, and there were many spiritual herbs scattered around.

He was fiddling with medicine pills, but he was sleeping? !

Xu Xingchen was so ashamed that he was a little sober, patted his face vigorously, then took off the storage bag at his waist, and took out a string of brightly colored candied haws from it.

At dinner, he looked at Shen Liuxiang's tea and rice without thinking, and looked like he had no appetite. He went to the street to buy a few strings of candied haws. When he came back, he was interrupted and forgot to give it for a while.

He should be rewarded for his hard work in alchemy.

Xu Xingchen held the candied gourd and coughed lightly, "I have a bunch of leftover candied gourds, the imperial palace has a discipline, not extravagance and waste, I will let you eat it, what do you think?"

When the words fell, he waited for a while, but the person in the chair didn't answer, and didn't move.

Xu Xingchen frowned suspiciously, got up and walked, raised his hand and landed on his shoulder.

"You fell asleep……"

Boom!

The 'Shen Liusheng' on the seat suddenly turned into a piece of wood and rolled to the ground, and a note was reflected in Xu Xingchen's eyes.

On it is the familiar handwriting: "When you go out, don't read my brother."

Xu Xingchen: "?!"

Dark clouds covered the moon, and there were few people on the street.

Shen Liuxiang raised his hand to tie up some loose hair, and asked, "Where did you learn your spells, why are you so powerful?"

Zhou Xuanlan was silent for a moment, and felt that it was difficult to speak, so he said: "Master, if you want to learn, I can teach you, there are other powerful spells besides avatars, all of which are ancient secrets."

"Well... By the way, where are you taking me?" Shen Liuxiang stopped, looked around, and saw a completely unfamiliar street.

The corner of Zhou Xuanlan's lips hooked lightly, and he pulled him to turn a corner at the street corner and walked towards a house that appeared in the night.

"It's all stolen to the house, did the master react?"

Shen Liuxiang was pulled in and walked in. The house was very spacious, with pavilions, lofts, springs, rocks, forests, and the landscape became more and more scattered against the background of the lights at night.

Zhou Xuanlan stepped onto the bluestone road: "I have something to leave Qilin City for a while."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned: "What happened?"

Zhou Xuanlan looked at him sideways: "I received a letter from Ao Yue in the afternoon, and a troublesome figure appeared in the Eight Wastes. I don't know how long he has been here. I have to go back."

Shen Liuxiang thought for a while: "Do you need my help?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "Don't bother Shizun, I'll come back after I've dealt with it."

It was Sect Master Qing Ling, Ling Ye, who didn't know what to do, but it was obvious that the visitor was not good, so he would not let Shen Liuxiang intervene.

He continued: "To let Master come tonight, I want to give a person to Master."

Shen Liuxiang was puzzled: "Who?"

"Man," Zhou Xuanlan pushed open the door with an inexplicable tone.

Shen Liuxiang looked into the room curiously, and his eyes widened suddenly.

There was indeed a man in the room.

Wearing a black rolled gold robe, with a slender figure, black jade hair crown tightly tied with blue silk, deep facial features, dark eyes as deep as night.

He stared at Shen Liuxiang and said slowly, "Master."

Shen Liuxiang: "?!!"

He turned his head to look at Zhou Xuanlan beside him, and then looked at the man in the room, who looked exactly the same.

"Separation,"

Zhou Xuanlan waved his palm, and the avatar in the room disappeared immediately, "I'm going back to Bahuang, if Master encounters danger in Qilin City, I won't be able to come back for a while, so I can only leave the avatar to protect Master."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned. He first heard about the clone technique in the imperial palace. It was the top secret technique in ancient times, and it has long since disappeared from the world.

Di Yunyu could, but he said that this spell was extremely difficult to learn, so Shen Liuxiang asked him for advice with great interest, but was driven away by the disgusting flick of his sleeves.

At that time, Di Yunyu lowered his eyes and said bluntly, "You can't."

Shen Liuxiang was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood, took small steps and left the study without looking back, ignoring him for three days.

On the fourth day, the sun was shining.

He glanced at Di Yunyu who was coming from a distance, and was about to turn around to walk away, when he turned his head and found that there was another one behind him.

In an instant, all sides were embattled, and it was difficult to fly.

In the end, four white-robed and golden-crowned Emperor Yunyu dangled in front of him, looking dizzy.

If a person teaches him one sentence, that is four sentences.

"The avatar technique must be supported by a strong soul. Your soul is as fragile as thin paper. You can't even distinguish a rabbit. If you practice it forcibly, there is only one way to die."

"Even if the soul is intact, it will not be overnight to cultivate a clone. You are not diligent in your own practice. Do you want to make a clone to be lazy with you?"

"No, no, no, don't expect me to compromise."

"I heard that someone is going to pour out the water in my teacup to see if there is iron stone in it, otherwise how can I be stone-hearted."

At that time, Shen Liuxiang was still in the shape of a child, surrounded by the middle, weak and pitiful and helpless, and finally squatted slowly, bowing his head and pinching his tender white ears.

"……I'm wrong."

At that time, due to the situation, Shen Liuxiang honestly admitted his mistake, but to this day, he still doesn't know what he did wrong.

Pulling his thoughts out of his memory, he blinked, "You know this?"

Shouldn't Zhou Xuanlan be the real son, Di Yunyu should teach him secretly.

"I'm not yet proficient, and the clone has no real body and is handy."

Zhou Xuanlan cast a spell, and a magic circle appeared on the ground, "After I leave, the clone needs to be recuperated in the magic circle every day. Master remember to spend some spiritual power for him."

Shen Liu nodded, quite nervous: "Is your clone the same as you, can you get along well?"

Zhou Xuanlan smiled softly: "Master, don't worry, he is a part of my soul, it's me, but he is more disciplined. With him accompanying Master, even if I'm not in Qilin City, I can see and sense Master at any time."

Shen Liuxiang was relieved, remembering that when he transformed into a clone, his real body cultivation would be greatly affected, so he couldn't help saying: "I am in the spiritual realm, and I can deal with danger. You will keep more of my cultivation in the real body."

Zhou Xuanlan: "The disciple is measured."

After all, he released the clone, Shen Liuxiang glanced at it, and didn't notice any nuances, "How can I recognize which one is the real one in the future?"

Zhou Xuanlan stretched out his knuckled fingers, buckled the collar, pulled it loose, grabbed his hand and pressed it on the exposed half of the collarbone.

"here."

Inverse scales, this is the only one in the world.

Shen Liuxiang looked at him in a hurry: "Are you leaving soon?"

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes changed slightly, she nodded and said, "If I don't go back, the Eight Wildernesses may be robbed."

Shen Liuxiang frowned, wondering who was so capable, even the demon kings wouldn't make Zhou Xuanlan so jealous.

But seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Shen Liuxiang didn't ask.

Zhou Xuanlan looked at the sky outside, "I have three subordinates who do tasks at night and only come back during the day. I have already explained to them that I will listen to Master's instructions during my absence. One of them is Shifang, and Master has seen it before."

Shen Liu nodded.

Zhou Xuanlan stared at him and sighed a little: "The disciple has to go, and I will rush back when I finish dealing with the Eight Wastes."

Shen Liu was silent for a moment, looked at him, and smiled: "No, I will get the scroll as soon as possible, and then go to Bahuang to find you."

Zhou Xuanlan held his hand slightly tight, hooked his lower lip for a while, and said warmly, "Okay."

The voice fell, he let go of his hand, and disappeared in a flash.

Shen Liuxiang lost sight of the figure, Rao was already prepared, and was stunned for a long time, until a low "Master" sounded from the side, which woke him up.

Shen Liuxiang looked at the clone.

The two looked at each other for a while.

Zhou Xuanlan was the first to speak: "I have left the city, so you don't have to worry about it."

Shen Liuxiang raised his brows slightly, pressed his shoulder curiously, and touched his hand again, wanting to see if it was the same temperature as his real body.

Unexpectedly, the fingertips only touched his skin, and Zhou Xuanlan suddenly dodged aside as if avoiding snakes and ants.

Shen Liuxiang widened his eyes.

What do you mean? Could it be that I have an opinion on him?

Shen Liuxiang stepped forward in three or two steps and tentatively reached out to him, Zhou Xuanlan immediately avoided it again.

"???"

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Zhou Xuanlan didn't answer, but he just didn't let him touch it.

Shen Liu was furious, and with the idea of ​​never giving up if he didn't meet anyone today, he concentrated on capturing his movements.

The two of them were in a room that wasn't very spacious. You chased me for half an hour. In the end, Shen Liuxiang was out of breath and could only shout, "Stop for me."

Zhou Xuanlan paused, and the spiritual energy surrounding his body gradually dissipated, and he actually stood in place.

Shen Liuxiang didn't expect him to be honest. He walked over wonderingly and held his slender hand. He clearly noticed that Zhou Xuanlan's body was stiff and he wanted to dodge, but he seemed to be concerned about his previous words, so he controlled himself to stop in place and let him be slaughtered.

So Shen Liuxiang grabbed his hand and touched him in revenge. After eating the tofu, he hummed like a bully.

"Why, if you don't touch me, who do you want to touch?"