The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Ye Bing Ran covered his chest, his throat was sweet, and he vomited blood.

"Sword Sovereign!!"

The disciples of Jianzong shouted and wanted to step forward to stop them.

"Everyone stay," Ling Mushan raised his sword and stood in the way, with a gentle smile on Qing Jun's face, "Xianjun is punishing, no one should interfere, I hope you all act with caution."

Seeing this, the other Qingling disciples gathered around, and the scene instantly became tense.

Shen Liuxiang didn't know anything about the movement below, and concentrated on whipping.

Corner of high platform.

Ling Dan hissed in fear: "You said, Shen Xianjun used a little bit of effort."

Ling Yue snorted coldly and said nothing.

Ling Hua's eyelids jumped, and he stretched out two index fingers, one horizontal and one vertical, "Ten points."

It is not so easy to be able to knock Ye Bingran to kneel with a whip, and Shen Liuxiang seems to be getting more and more vigorous as he hits. Just hearing the sound of whipping, it makes one's heart skip a beat.

"One hundred whips!"

With a long breath, Shen Liuxiang wrapped the blood-stained divine whip around his wrist, walked to Ye Bingran's body, and squatted down, "I want this gentleman to help you up."

Ye Bingran looked up at him with cold eyes: "No need."

"That's right," Shen Liuxiang smiled lightly, "I came out of the Sifang Pond and can still walk, but Jianzun has only suffered a hundred whips, so how can I stand up."

Saying that, he pressed Ye Bingran's shoulder and heard a muffled groan.

Shen Liuxiang's lips curled lightly: "Although Jianzun has whiplashes all over his body, his heart is sweet when he thinks about it."

Dressed in white, he hurried over.

Shen Liu stood up and looked down at Ye Bing Ran condescendingly, "I am also considered the beauty of an adult. See you in the future, invite me to have a glass of wine and say thank you."

Ye Bingran was lifted from the ground by Su Baiche, and until he left the high platform, his cold eyes were fixed on him.

Shen Liuxiang turned a deaf ear.

"Ah ah ah ah!" The man in blue rushed over and was dodged by his figure, "Don't touch it, my whole body hurts."

Beating people is tiring.

His hands were sore, his legs were numb, and his wounds were open.

"You bastard!" Ling Hua couldn't control his excitement, "I can hit Ye Bingran ruthlessly, and I finally found my way back!"

Shen Liuxiang sighed while holding his forehead, and for a while, he seemed to have a lot of emotions: "I went into Sifangchi, and I looked down a lot."

"If I had known that the blood pond had such a magical effect, I would have thrown you into it a long time ago."

"…"

"I hurt you."

Su Baiche's eyes were slightly red, and he held Ye Bingran with both hands, almost weeping, "I shouldn't be curious, obviously with my current physique, I can't even practice intermediate spells, let alone forbidden spells."

Ye Bingran turned his head to the side, his eyes fell on the cold and beautiful face: "It has nothing to do with you,"

The sky was gloomy.

Ye Bingran stepped into the thin snow on the ground with his boots and walked forward slowly, "Although Shen Liusheng entered the Sifang Pond, it was his own fault, but after all, it has something to do with me, so he has resentment in his heart. "

Su Baiche's face showed guilt, and he was silent for a long time, then said softly: "I have medicine for healing, so let's go after recovering."

Ye Bingran nodded slightly.

Towards Yunfeng, the white crane spread its wings and flew over, and a scream came from below.

"Take it! Take it easy! It hurts—"

The black-clothed youth had a sullen face, and the faster his subordinates moved, so as to avoid deaf ears before they finished applying the medicine.

Shen Liuxiang lay on the soft brocade couch, unbuttoned half of his clothes, and Zhou Xuanlan pressed his thin white arm with one hand, and smeared ointment with the other hand.

"Ling Dan teases me!"

"Zhaoyao is a top-level magic weapon. Naturally, wounds under the sword will not heal easily. Jinling ointment is a good medicine, but if you want to heal wounds, it is inevitable to suffer some pain." .

Shen Liuxiang shuddered and groaned in pain, like a dead fish that didn't move for a while.

"...Master?"

Shen Liuxiang buried his face in the pillow, and a little tears came out of the corners of his eyes. After a few moments, his voice came out in a muffled voice: "Continue wiping, finish wiping the left and right arm."

I knew so.

You should prepare some beast blood and pour something on your body, why is it so miserable!

"By the way, thank you," Shen Liuxiang said suddenly, "If I hadn't had the Soul Protector, I would have lost half my life."

Zhou Xuanlan gave a meal, and after a long while, he said calmly, "Master's words are serious, after all, he gave his whole body to his disciples."

There was a little resentment in the words.

Shen Liuxiang understood and turned his head: "I didn't lie to you, except for the swagger, there is only the spiritual stone left...and Chao Yunfeng, but it's useless for you."

As an Immortal Monarch, Shen Liuxiang's magical tools, spiritual pills, and spiritual stones are naturally not lacking, but he couldn't bear to smash Ye Bingran's body with all his might over the years.

Now the entire Chaoyun Peak has not even a root of spiritual grass left.

Today, Shen Liuxiang turned the room upside down, and found a spiritual stone under the bed, attached to the storage bag tied around his waist, and gave it to Zhou Xuanlan.

"If you don't believe me, you can search the room casually."

Zhou Xuanlan ignored it, holding down his restless thin arm, and smeared the last bit of Jinling ointment on it.

Shen Liuxiang tilted his head to look at the pile of medicines on the table: "Is the medicine that Ling Dan gave me particularly precious, what is the price in the market, and you look at the white jade porcelain on the windowsill, is it worth some money?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "Master really lacks money?"

"Naturally, it's true," Shen Liuxiang looked at his apprentice with burning eyes, "By the way, your personal apprentices have a lot of silver taels per month."

The wolf-like gaze landed precisely on the storage bag on the boy's waist.

The room was silent for a moment.

Seeing Zhou Xuanlan's frozen expression, Shen Liuxiang let out a low laugh, got up from the brocade couch, and put on his clothes, "Don't worry, I'm not so mad for the teacher."

Zhou Xuanlan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard Shen Liuxiang continue: "You can borrow me some later, and I will give you an IOU. It is very good for the teacher."

"…"

The setting sun from the horizon shone into the room through the window screen, and fell on the table top with golden light.

Shen Liuxiang took a sip of tea, leaned against the window, the blue silk on his shoulders was slightly swayed by the wind, and his black eyelashes drooped, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing this, Zhou Xuanlan said, "If Master has nothing to do, the disciple will retire first."

It's time for him to go, his residence is far away from Chaoyun Peak, if he doesn't rush back, it will be dark.

"Something happened."

The porcelain cup was placed on the coffee table, making a crisp sound.

Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips: "I'm hungry, where is there to eat, I won't choose, the dinner is chicken, duck, fish, desserts and pastries after the meal, and sweet wine is all you need."

"Master has already passed the inedia state."

"But I'm really hungry." Putting on the soft clothes, Shen Liuxiang rubbed his stomach, "Listen, gulu~gulu~gulu~"

Zhou Xuanlan twitched the corners of his mouth, probably never thought that a dignified generation of immortals would pretend to be hungry here, "There is no ordinary world in Qing Lingzong to eat, only fruit."

The voice fell.

He saw Shen Liu resounding on his face, with the word despair written all over it.

Shen Liuxiang's heart was half cold.

He has been in the entertainment industry for many years. In order to maintain his body and appearance, his agent will not let him eat a chicken leg on weekdays. He still remembers it freshly, and he added two shrimps on his birthday...

Now that he can finally open his belly, he actually told him that he didn't eat, eat, and eat!

After being depressed for a while, Shen Liu sighed, took out three sticks of incense from under the table, and stared reverently.

"Master, that can't be eaten!" The young man said anxiously.

Shen Liuxiang turned his head, his eyes fell on Zhou Xuanlan, and he blinked incredulously.

Has his image in his apprentice's heart turned into a fool?

"What are you thinking! I'm going to return the soul guard!"

The place where the Soul Protector is located is really unexpected.

There is a barren tomb in the back mountain of Lingzong of Qing Dynasty, which has never been cared about. When Shen Liuxiang went in the daytime, there was a dusty coffin board on the road. In the middle, the surrounding weeds are overgrown, forming a natural barrier.

The bright moon hangs high, and an unknown insect chirping can be heard from the depths of the forest.

"Just send it here," Ye Bingran stopped, turned his head sideways, and his stern face was a little soft, "It's cold at night, go back early to rest."

Su Baiche handed him a jade bottle and hesitated.

"Don't worry, the medicine you prepared is very good,"

Ye Bingran's face was pale, but his whole body exuded a cold and sharp aura that he couldn't ignore, like a cold sword unsheathed.

"These whiplashes, but err."

Su Baiche raised his eyes, his cold face was as beautiful as an immortal against the backdrop of the moonlight, and anyone who looked at it could not help but lose his mind.

Such a beautiful woman blamed herself: "I hurt you..."

Ye Bingran's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help raising his hand, wanting to touch the cheek of the person in front of him, but who knew he had to move, and there was a tear-like pain on the back of his shoulder.

He was sweating profusely, and suddenly withdrew his hand as if he was awakened, and turned away without saying any more.

Su Baiche looked at the back who was walking farther and farther, his eyes changed slightly, and there was an expression of exasperation on his face.

After walking for a hundred paces, a faint scent of incense was blown by the night wind, Ye Bingran frowned slightly, turned a corner and walked towards the dark place in the forest.

"The disciple borrowed the soul clothes during the day and returned them here."

Shen Liuxiang put back the soul-protecting clothes, and built the surrounding grass and branches into their original appearance, "There is a reason for this, senior don't blame it."

After all, he lit three sticks of incense and placed it in front of a stone.

"I am ashamed to disturb the senior's rest, and I have deliberately found three good incense sticks to offer to you. I hope to forgive the disciple's rude behavior."

After Shen Liuxiang finished his salute, he planned to find a place to sit down and wait for Zhou Xuanlan, but when he squinted his eyes, he saw a dead grass that was as tall as a person, swaying from side to side in the wind, and the afterimage on the ground danced like a ghost.

Only then did he realize that the surroundings were terribly quiet.

In this world, there is only the rustling of the wind through the woods.

"..." Shen Liuxiang swallowed.

If I knew earlier, Zhou Xuanlan should be with him instead of picking fruit.

A moment of silence.

Shen Liuxiang moved under his feet, approached the burning incense, and looked at the star fire of the night at three o'clock, "Senior must have been a generous person during his lifetime. If you accept these three incense sticks, this disciple will forgive you all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the half-burning incense quickly went out.

"?!"

In the silence, Shen Liuxiang laughed dryly and lit one by one again, "The wind is very strong tonight, senior be careful to catch a cold."

Nourishing.

The spark went out again.

All thoughts around him were silent, and even the sound of the wind disappeared without a trace.

Shen Liuxiang couldn't laugh anymore.

He carefully lit it, squatted in front of the three incense sticks, raised his hands to protect the weak Mars, his voice trembled: "Senior must be testing the sincerity of the disciple, it's okay, the disciple's heart is better than..."

It's gone again!

Shen Liuxiang was completely stupid, and there was a sense of coolness behind him.

He took a step back, put his hands together, raised his head high, his eyes tightly closed: "If you think this incense is not to the taste of the senior, it doesn't matter! When the disciple's apprentice returns from picking fruit, he will give the senior three or five apples... plus one more. Sweet pears!"

"a bunch of grapes!"

"banana!"

…

Ye Bingran leaned against the tree and couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, he was stunned.

After entering the Sifang Pond, the reason why he was still able to jump around in the future was found. Shen Liuxiang had the soul protection clothes on his body.

But at this time, he was not at all annoyed.

Shen Liuxiang has indeed changed a lot, like a different person... Afraid of ghosts and gods, who can believe it when it spreads? And what kind of treasure is the Soul Protector, he didn't take it for himself, but returned it in the middle of the night.

Ye Bingran couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, a young man appeared, holding various fruits.

Shen Liuxiang was so excited that he jumped up.

Zhou Xuanlan turned sideways indifferently, protecting the picked fruit, "You can satisfy your cravings right away, Master, don't worry."

"No no no," Shen Liuxiang pointed at the extinguished incense, "This place is haunted!"

Zhou Xuanlan frowned, then his eyes turned cold, kicked a stone and swept away somewhere in the forest, "Who?"

The leaves are falling, and the branches are empty.

"Master, can you notice the difference?"

"No." When Zhou Xuanlan came back, Shen Liuxiang relaxed and even picked fruits leisurely.

He picked up the orange, took a bite, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This kumquat is sweet and mellow, and it is unprecedentedly delicious. "How did you grow it, it is also delicious."

Zhou Xuanlan showed hesitation, and vaguely felt that there was someone here, but the master, Yuan Ying, was unable to find out that he was only in the foundation-building stage, so how could he have such skills.

"Master's consciousness hasn't caught any movement yet."

Shen Liuxiang squatted on the ground and ate oranges, his fingers as white as jade dipped a little orange juice, and he blinked blankly, "What is divine consciousness?"

Zhou Xuanlan: "…"

He needs to be alone.