Blood dripped down the blade and fell into the soil.

Jiang Zheliu clenched the Lingxiao sword, and the knuckles of his fingers were almost exhausted and shattered, and bruises were cracked in the movement of his fingers.

He has not noticed any residual spiritual power in his body.

What I can see is the bright red that spreads and slips from the Lingxiao sword, dyeing the land of Shenzhou red inch by inch.

Jiang Zheliu propped up his body.

The meridians in his body have long been crushed by the impact of the boundary membrane, and now he can stand with a sword, but it is only half a step to maintain the realm of Jinxian.

The aura that was continuously extracted from the sky and the earth stopped immediately after the boundary membrane was repaired. The sky is covered with thick clouds, and the setting sun is like blood.

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes, the darkness in front of him calmed down, he paused for a moment, then opened it again, drew his sword, turned around, and put the Lingxiao sword into the sheath.

The Lingxiao Sword is the sword of the head of the Lingxiao faction, and it is also a symbol of the highest power of the Lingxiao faction. It crouched low in Jiang Zheliu's palm, uttering a deep tremor and a low cry, but then it was suddenly silent, and there was no sound.

When Jiang Zheliu turned around, the clouds in the sky spread and expanded behind him, and the radiance of the setting sun dyed the clouds, which was unparalleled, and his long black hair, which was like ink, turned into snow, which was obviously a loose and ethereal fairy robe. But it shows an extreme thinness.

The boundary membrane was repaired again, and the catastrophe that Shenzhou would face has disappeared in his palm.

Zhu Wuxin stood not far away and looked at him.

He looked at the long white hair of his senior brother Shengxue, freed from the restraint of the hair crown, and was blown by the wind in his ears, and watched the blood dripping on his robe that was never stained with dust, gradually expanding and becoming dazzling. of bright red.

He watched Jiang Zheliu put away his sword, and looked at the clouds behind him, as if heaven and earth were bidding farewell to him.

Zhu Wuxin didn't know if he was going to die.

He stared at Ling Xiaojian.

At the same time, he is watching this senior brother who has been pressing him for more than a thousand years.

Jiang Zheliu wanted to suppress the meridians that were agitating and scurrying around in the body, and calmly asked Zhu Wuxin, but he couldn't suppress it. After only two steps, he was stopped by the pain of the five internal organs, and stopped for a moment while holding the scabbard. The sweetness crept across the corners of his lips.

I wish Wuxin didn't come to help him.

However, Jiang Zheliu didn't need these. The more broken and fragile he was, the more he could feel a distinct sense of relief. If it wasn't too painful, he might still be able to smile at his junior brother now, and then entrust him with the Lingxiao faction.

It's just a matter of returning to the original owner. Jiang Zheliu thought.

The first head of the Lingxiao faction, Zhu Wenyuan, was Wuxin's biological father. He is just a disciple of Wen Yuan's mentor, and the younger brother in front of him is the one who has passed down the blood.

Jiang Zheliu walked up to the younger brother.

Clouds and mists are surging, waning clouds are covered, and the surging aura is revived. Above the peak that was originally silent as death, it is revived at this moment, and the buds are drawn from the cracks under the feet, and everything is renewed.

Jiang Zheliu avoided the new grass sprout under his feet and handed Ling Xiaojian to him.

"Senior brother," Zhu Wuxin took the sword and looked around him, saying, "Why do you have to act alone, if there is someone else to help..."

"The boundary membrane of the Great Thousand World can only be touched by a half-step Jinxian. Can you still find the second one in the cultivation world?"

Jiang Zheliu's voice was the same as before, always cold and indifferent, with almost no emotion. He was cold and indifferent, as if to everyone.

Zhu Wuxin's hand holding the sword clenched tightly, and the phalanx was slightly pale. He took a deep breath and said, "Even at this time, senior brother still refuses to say a word to me."

Zhu Wuxin raised his eyes and looked over, looking at his slightly tired brows, he couldn't find a trace of affection, nor could he find any trace of remorse or dissatisfaction from the other party, only the calm like a deep pool remained. with icy.

Even by this time...

Jiang Zheliu didn't have any spiritual energy, just raised his hand to kill him. Ling Xiaojian was already in his hands, and since then, in front of Zhu Wuxin, there has never been such a senior brother pressed on his head.

But even at this time, Jiang Zheliu was still so arrogant.

"Is there a place for senior brother?"

Zhu Wuxin is unwilling to keep him. His prestige in the Lingxiao faction and even in the entire cultivation world is too strong. For thousands of years, he is recognized as the leader of the immortal gate and Immortal Venerable Lingxiao. If Jiang Zheliu is kept in In the door, even a crippled person who is covered in pain may have a position that is difficult to move.

Jiang Zheliu knew what Zhu Wuxin was thinking. He turned his head and glanced at Canxia. After a while, he said, "Go to Zhongnan Mountain."

It was the place where Ling Xiaoxian's head was buried. It was extremely remote, far away from people, and there were many little monsters, so it seemed that it was not suitable for living.

"Zhongnan Mountain." Zhu Wuxin repeated this place, looking at his snow-white hair, suddenly raised his hand, wiped the wet blood from the other's lips, and smiled, "It's a good place, you can Let senior brother recuperate in peace."

The pulp of the finger lightly brushed the corner of his lips, with a softness different from his temperament.

"Rehabilitation..." Jiang Zheliu avoided this move and said, "To die before Master's tombstone can he live up to his dying request."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him, saw the twinkling stars in his younger brother's eyes, and said, "Now that I'm leaving, you take care of the Lingxiao faction. No one can restrain you and teach you."

Although he didn't have emotions when he said this, the pain of the five internal organs in his body being almost broken was lingering. Jiang Zheliu coughed, and the blood stained his lips again. He didn't care, and continued: "If someone bullies you in the future, senior brother won't be here anymore."

Zhu Wuxin choked, and stared at his face for a moment.

"You don't have to come to find me." Jiang Zheliu said, "There is no need to tell everyone. Being able to return to Mount Zhongnan is my last hope in the endless years."

Zhu Wuxin suddenly didn't know what to say.

Before Jiang Zheliu said these words, he had imagined various scenarios. In his heart, his brother Jiang would always make rapid progress and be omnipotent, and would always be the best at fulfilling his father's entrustment and protecting the world's souls. , He never thought that Jiang Zheliu would be stunned by the catastrophe in front of him. He lived in the shadow of his brother, but he didn't realize that he was also living under his brother's wings.

It is precisely because of this kind of trust that he did not do his best to assist his senior brother. Zhu Wuxin almost never took it as his fault, because he knew that senior brother could definitely do it. There is nothing in this world that senior brother can't do.

But he didn't expect that Jiang Zhe Liubai fell ill, was seriously injured, and the blood was not removed, but he still said these words to him calmly.

Zhu Wuxin was silent for a long time, his mind was in chaos, he was thinking that his brother had given him the power of the Lingxiao faction without reservation. Taking over Ling Xiaojian, he didn't teach him how to help him...

Zhu Wuxin knew that all these things could not escape his eyes, but Jiang Zheliu didn't mention it.

The Sect Master Sword in his palm was hot for no reason.

Jiang Zheliu continued: "The method of coexisting with demons, whether it is to follow my old rules or establish new rules, the junior and senior brothers will handle it themselves. It's just..."

coming.

Zhu Wuxin was a little nervous, and when he finally waited for the other party's request, he looked condensed and listened intently.

"...It's just that I have a lot of little demons under my door." Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then continued, "Let's go."

Zhu Wuxin looked at him blankly.

He saw his brother's blood-stained sleeves, and when he covered his lips and coughed lightly, the blood clots spit out from his internal organs congealed on the top. The head of the immortal path, who used to be strong and unparalleled, now looks like a very fragile one in front of him. The colored glazed cup made Zhu Wuxin dare not touch it.

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes, relieved the dizziness in his mind, and then took a step forward, as if he wanted to leave.

This step was not stable, and he stumbled a little, but at the next moment, Zhu Wuxin caught him and steadied his arm.

"Senior brother, wait a second." Zhu Wuxin suddenly felt that he was about to lose something, and was a little flustered for no reason, "The repair of the boundary membrane of the Great Thousand World, all factions should know immediately, and they will come to Lingxiao faction soon. Thank you, brother, brother..."

The hand he was supporting was slowly pushed away, and his senior brother was just as he had imagined. After any disaster, he could stand in front of him without any disturbance, as if he was born strong and tenacious, and would not let anyone get on him. Pick out weaknesses.

But not this time.

Jiang Zheliu is too tired.

He swallowed a mouthful of blood and went back, not knowing how long this broken and empty body could last under such serious injuries. But he didn't care either. His burden for more than a thousand years was finally relieved.

Jiang Zheliu was too happy to be happy.

He glanced at Zhu Wuxin one last time: "Junior brother, cherish it."

Zhu Wuxin was speechless for a while, only the Ling Xiaojian by his hand vibrated violently, as if he wanted to let go and follow him. Zhu Wuxin grasped the scabbard in his palm tightly, his heart suddenly sobered up, he raised his hand and saluted, "Senior brother, I will go far, I..."

"You don't have to send it."

Jiang Zheliu gave a rare smile.

"Go back."

Clouds cover the sky, and the setting sun sinks into Xishan.

Zhu Wuxin watched him leave, the corners of his clothes were covered with blood, and when he saw the unmatched senior brother in his heart, a trace of delicacy was drawn from his parting figure.

He hadn't found out for so many years that Jiang Ziliu was so thin, whether it was his shoulders, waist, or fingers when wiping blood stains, all of them were blown away like a gust of wind, and he could never find a place to disappear into the world.

Zhu Wuxin stood for a long time before he regained his sense of reality from the Lingxiao sword in his hand.

No one can stop him anymore, all the shadows that have been under people for a long time, the jealousy of the position of the head... have all turned into nothingness, and no one will discipline him harshly anymore.

He doesn't have a brother anymore.

——

The lingering rays of the sun were all over, and then came the rare snowfall.

On the way sent by Ling Xiao to Mount Zhongnan, everything he experienced was bitter cold and heavy snow, and there was no one on the road.

The night was dark, and a lamp was hung in front of the carriage, which swayed freely in the snowy night.

There was a coachman in the carriage, a mortal hired with silver, and the carriage was also hired with money.

Jiang Zheliu, who has been the head of the Immortal Dao for so many years, is often only called Senior Immortal by others, and rarely uses silver money, so he doesn't know what price to give. The price is driven by the driver. The driver is a relative of the disciple of Lingxiao Sect. He was picked up from Lingxiao Sect. Even if he didn't know Jiang Ziliu, he would not dare to covet property or do wrong things.

The chandelier swayed on the eaves of the carriage, the driver stopped the horse, and said to the inside: "The place you want to go is about to arrive, there is only a section of road ahead that the carriage can go, and then you have to go up the mountain... There are many monsters in the mountains, the old man really dare not. "

Jiang Zheliu responded, and then asked, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost time."

At this time, all the sects must have known about the repair of the boundary membrane, and they all went to the Lingxiao faction.

Jiang Zheliu's old habits are hard to change, and he thought about the sect at the first time, but this time, he didn't have any worries or far-reaching plans in the past.

After walking for a while, we arrived at Zhongnan Mountain. The carriage stopped, the driver put down the stool, and when he got up and looked up, he happened to see a hand pulling the curtain of the car, with slender knuckles and round nails, but no blood, almost like a beautiful jade carving.

The driver held his breath subconsciously and saw that this young man had a very heavy plush cape on his body, his long snow-colored hair was only half tied, his face was handsome and cold, his eyes were dark, and he could not see any brilliance inside. The icy wind and snow made people almost want to retreat.

The driver felt that the wind and snow in the sky did not look colder than this young man.

But when he helped the other party, he felt that the young man was unstable and weak, as if he was only breathing.

"Thank you." Jiang Zheliu paid him the rest of the fare, then looked up at the familiar Yamagata.

In the past, when Master passed away, he and his younger brother were buried and buried here. On his deathbed, Master entrusted him to take care of Lingxiao faction and Wuxin.

Now, his mission has been completed, his cultivation base has been completely destroyed, and he is no different from a cripple. He can finally go up the mountain to live in seclusion, which can be regarded as a long-term and old age.

The Lingxiao faction, the cultivation world, and all beings above Shenzhou no longer need him.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand to wrap the cape on his shoulders and stepped on the thick snow on the ground.

For the first time since he began to practice Taoism, he re-experienced the coldness of the world like today.

Jiang Zheliu walked across the snow until the snow-covered tombstone.

He knelt down, stretched out his hand to dry the white snow on the monument, and looked at the writing on the monument for a long time. There were countless things to say, but he didn't know where to start.

Jiang Zheliu was an orphan since he was a child. When he was three years old, he was brought back to the Lingxiao School by Zhu Wenyuan. From then on, his teacher was his parents, and Lingxiao Xianmen was his hometown.

The moonlight shone slowly.

Jiang Zheliu thought about it for a long time, and then said softly, "Wuxin has grown up."

He says.

"I'm here to accompany you."

Lingxiao faction.

The whole place is full of the pillars and mainstays of the current world, but the atmosphere is condensed like magma, making it hard to breathe.

Zhu Wuxin sat in the head and told everyone about Jiang Zheliu's departure, and then he kept playing with Jian Sui'er of Ling Xiaojian, waiting for an answer.

The silence grew tense.

Until finally someone couldn't help it, slapped the sword on the case, got up and scolded: "Xian Zun is injured so much, you dare to let him go, you are not doing it all in your heart, you are fighting for power and position, and you are not allowed to be senior brother!"

The more Jin Yujie cursed, the more anger he felt, he took back the seven-star sword that was slapped on the table, pointed at Zhu Wuxin, and said coldly: "Senior is so generous, I can't repay it. The Lingxiao faction doesn't raise seniors, I raise them!"

No one who followed him dared to persuade him. Only one person in the seat shook the folding fan and faintly agreed: "There is no need for your peerless sword pavilion to compete. With Wang Wenyuan here, Tianji pavilion should welcome Immortal Venerable back and cultivate and heal carefully."

Jin Yujie was too lazy to care about this magic stick, and stared straight at Zhu Wuxin with a pair of tiger eyes, and said, "Senior Jiang protects Ling Xiao and destroys his cultivation in order to save the world, and he still won't get a good end. You, junior brother, still have one point. Conscience, just tell me where Immortal Venerable is, and I will pick it up naturally."

Zhu Wuxin slowly clenched the long sword in his palm and hooked his lower lip: "Although my brother has no cultivation, he can be regarded as the most learned person in the world of self-cultivation. Pavilion Master Jin is really thinking of my brother when he said this."

His brows froze, and his words became even colder: "The Lingxiao faction has paved the way for all beings in the world. You don't want to repay, but slander me. This sword was handed over to me by my senior brother, and the young pavilion master really wants to be the one who gives the sword Can't it?"

The Lingxiao Sword was handed down by the head of Lingxiao in all dynasties. Only by wearing the Lingxiao sword can others be called "Lingxiao Zhenjun". Treasures have souls, and naturally they will not remain in the hands of those who rob them.

Jin Yujie was not afraid of him, but was concerned about his status as a junior brother of Jiang Zheliu. Killing him made Jiang Ziliu unhappy. He was so angry that he slashed into the ground with a sword and said, "When I find Immortal Venerable, if you stay Senior is a little mean, I will kill your head immediately!"

The ground was made of black iron mixed with cold stone, which was extremely hard. It was still cracked by the Seven Star Sword, and the cracks were densely penetrated and cracked, like a spider web.

Jin Yujie immediately drew his sword, turned around and left. The unparalleled sword pavilion monks who were behind He Xi and thanked him also turned into murderous aura and left the Lingxiao faction.

Except for Wushuang Jiange, the other factions were also not satisfied with such a result, but they were not as impulsive as Jin Yujie, who was young and vigorous, and was greatly favored by Jiang Zheliu, so naturally they could not bear it.

With the departure of Wushuang Jiange, the other factions also left one by one. Only Wang Wenyuan of Tianji Pavilion was still in the same place, waving the fan in his hand at will.

"The pavilion master won't leave?" Zhu Wuxin stood up slowly.

"I want to ask the Sect Master again, where is the Immortal Venerable."

Zhu Wuxin has been suppressed for a long time, and his mood is even worse at this moment, and he said coldly: "Where is my senior brother going, do I still need to inform all immortal friends? This is a matter of our Lingxiao faction, and I advise you not to interfere. What's more, I Senior brother doesn't like being disturbed by others."

"There is no other meaning." Wang Wenyuan stopped shaking the fan and said, "I look at Shenzhou, and this catastrophe does not seem to have really passed."

Zhu Wuxin made a move, and even his eyes stopped: "What did you say? But my senior brother has clearly..."

"Hey—" Wang Wenyuan got up to leave, and said lazily, "Maybe the loss of Jiang Xianzun is the real beginning of this so-called catastrophe."

He didn't say more, put away the folding fan in the cold night of heavy snow, glanced at the north thoughtfully, and then led the Taoist boy behind him to leave.

Heavy snow fell into the temple.

Zhu Wuxin stood where he was, watching the fine snowflakes melting on the temple, without saying a word for a while.

weather like this...

Those who cultivate the Tao, once they build a foundation, do not know the cold and heat, but if their cultivation is destroyed, they do not know whether they will be invaded by the cold and heat and damage the body?

Zhu Wuxin was fascinated for a long time, and when the disciple around him called, he suddenly came back to his senses and took a deep breath.

——

This kind of weather really hurts the body.

Jiang Zheliu Xuezhong wiped the teacher's tombstone clean, feeling the chills in his body. He talked to his teacher for a while, and told him how the children who were raised at the time are now cultivated, and told him what Zhu Wuxin had done, and how the Lingxiao faction became the leader of the four sects...

He seldom said so much, and by the time he felt cold, another half a foot of snow had piled up.

Jiang Zheliu stood up and turned to look at the thatched cottage built not far away when his teacher was buried.

Although it is a grass hut, the material is not grass, but some common constructions in the world of self-cultivation. It is rare in the world. Although the house has fallen dust, it is not unbearable.

Jiang Zheliu was really tired. He wanted to clean up the place tomorrow, so he just made some fires.

He sat on the couch in the grass hut and stared at the fire for a while, his eyes were a little flowery, he subconsciously looked away, and saw a bunch of chaotic weeds... and a pitch-black snake in the grass.

The little snake froze all over, as if he was also injured, the wound was dark red, and he looked only a little better than Jiang Ziliu.

Jiang Zheliu thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to pull the little snake to the side of the fire, and roasted the fire with the snake on the ground.

His cultivation base was completely destroyed, but his realm was still there. Although he lost the ability to resist the cold and heat, he was still able to fast. If such a serious injury does not die, and a long-term illness can be healed, the lifespan brought by the state will not be lost, but there is no magic at all.

Jiang Zheliu is very clear about his physical condition. He can't die if he dies temporarily. He can live for a few years, not sure.

But no matter how many years, it belongs to him alone.

Halfway through thinking about it, he was tired and a little sleepy. He probably closed his eyes and rested for a while, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears.

Jiang Zheliu frowned and raised his eyes, and saw that the fire was still burning, and there was a little monster with a wound sitting on the side of the little snake.

The little demon was about twelve or thirteen years old, and his demonic aura was not strong, instead, there was an extremely impactful aura. Black hair and black pupils, looking at him in panic at this moment, it seems that Jiang Zheliu will kill him in the next moment.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand to add fire, but did not speak.

After a while, the little demon asked timidly, "Where did the gods come from?"

"I want to ask you." Jiang Zheliu took a branch and fiddled with Mars next to him. "Why are you here?"

The little demon stayed for a while, then burst into tears, he smelled a very fragrant immortal energy on Jiang Ziliu, instinctively felt that someone with such a strong immortal energy would definitely not hurt him, so he snorted and said, "Someone wants to kill him. I, they got lost, I... I ran into this place and hid."

Jiang Zheliu nodded and poked the fire again: "Why did you kill you?"

He often takes in little demons, there are many monsters under his door, and those little demons also say that he has an affinity for demons. It's just that I left the Lingxiao faction, and I never saw it again.

The little snake demon wiped away his tears and said, "My name is Chang Gan... I-I'm a half-demon."

Chang Gan's eyes reddened from crying, and he sat obediently: "My mother is a demon, and my father is a demon. The demon world does not allow half-demon to confuse the blood of the royal family. My brother gave an order... to kill me."

Royal blood? Jiang Ziliu glanced at him unexpectedly.

In the demon world, there are two true monarchs of Qinglong and Vermilion, and there are major demon clans. It is not unusual that there are many snake demons with the surname Chang. But the blood of the royal family in the demon world is very precious.

Jiang Zheliu said, "Who is your brother?"

He didn't have a deep memory of the Demon Realm, because he didn't have much dealings with him. He only remembered that many years ago, the Demon Realm Venerable Master had led the children of the royal family to the Lingxiao faction to meet, negotiated a contract, and never saw him again.

Chang Gan said: "My brother is Wen Renxi, and he is my half-brother. He wants to kill me behind his uncle's back."

Jiang Zheliu nodded, still unable to sort out the grievances and grievances of their wealthy family, but calmly roasted his hands, closed his eyes with his chin up, and said, "If someone comes to kill you, keep your voice down and don't. wake me up."

Chang Gan was stunned for a while, and pointed to himself stupidly, and then pointed to the other party stupidly.

Jiang Zheliu's hair was falling down, and the snow was white, but the fingertips were even whiter and colder than the hair. Even by the fire, the faint chill on his body was enough to stop him. What's more, there is still a **** smell on his body, and there is also a deep sense of sickness and bones, as if it will shatter at the touch of a touch.

Chang Gan originally thought that Jiang Ziliu could save him, but after realizing that the other party also seemed to be injured, he settled down in his heart. He didn't know where the courage came from, and whispered: "...I will run out, I won't cause you trouble."

Jiang Zheliu did not move.

The firewood burned, making a beeping sound.

It was still snowing outside the house, and the snow blocked the mountain, making it even more difficult for ordinary people to go up the mountain, and there were some wild beasts howling outside.

The moonlight poured into the window lattice and sprinkled on the feet. When it was almost dawn, Chang Qian woke up in a daze, not knowing when he fell asleep.

He looked up and saw Jiang Ziliu sitting not far away, warming the wine on the burning fire. The wine seemed to be medicinal wine with a hint of bitterness.

"God." Chang Gan said cautiously, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Zheliu tried the temperature, and said casually, "I soaked you for treatment."

Chang Gan was stunned for a while, wondering if this was the other party's attempt to scare him, or if this icy immortal really wanted to catch himself making wine. What appeared in his mind for a while was not the first to be strong, but that he didn't know how to resist so as not to hurt him.

After all, this ill beauty looks like she can fall down when pushed. If she resists too fiercely, she will probably hurt him. From the outside, this person looks like it is made of glass crystal, and it will be damaged if you are not careful.

Chang Gan stayed for a while, and couldn't think of a reason, until the sunny day outside suddenly changed, and the snowstorm hit again.

In the next moment, a few ferocious demons crashed in, smashed the door of the house into pieces, and roared: "Changgan child, come out for me!"

The demons chased and killed so far, and Chang Gan immediately stiffened and his face was pale. When he immediately planned to escape again, he found that the exit at the other end was also blocked, and both ends were approaching step by step.

The demonic energy destroyed the window lattice, and the wind and snow that swept through it extinguished the sparks.

Jiang Zheliu warmed the wine for a while, moved the wine over, and raised his eyes to look at the mighty demonic energy at the door.

"Changgan, I'll kill today—"

Before the last word "you" could be said, the leading demons turned their eyes, and the words suddenly stopped, completely dumbfounded, and fell to the ground with a thud.

He got up from the ground and stammered: "Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang... Jiang Xianzun, me, me, me... I'm a good citizen, no, I'm a good demon, I..."

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You know me."

"Recognize, recognize, recognize..." The more nervous the demons were, the more they said bad things, and said with a sad face, "Hundreds of years ago, I saw you with the Lord. Knowing that you are here, I don't have the courage to give me eight hundred years. Dare to enter, come in. If I had known you...you took him in, how dare I, I dare...how dare to mess around."

Jiang Zheliu didn't know whether the news that his cultivation base had been destroyed had reached the Demon Realm, so he responded casually, pointed to the door frame, and said, "You crashed it for me."

Tears of the demon race were about to fall, and he said heroically: "Jiang Xianzun, I did this all by myself, you can let them go."

The few young demons behind him also changed from prototypes to humanoids, from blue-faced fangs to young and nervous, one more youthful than the last.

Seeing that he was about to cry, Jiang Zheliu said lightly, "Fix the door for me, then you can leave."

As the leader of the demon clan was granted amnesty, he was about to give Jiang Zheliu a knock. He abruptly stood up, greeted the demon clan behind him, and began to get busy with a crackling.

Chang Gan, who was beside him, was stunned for a long time. He watched Jiang Zheliu drink some medicinal wine, then went to fall asleep on the packed couch, and looked at the great demons who were busy decorating.

...what, what happened.

After only half a candle incense, a small and simple house was rebuilt into a pine wood building with a two-story duplex structure. Even the furniture was knocked out several times. The table, reclining chairs, and bookcases with rolling shutters were all neat and tidy. .

The Mozu decoration team finished arranging, and did not dare to wake Xianzun, but glared at Chang Gan fiercely, threw his sleeves angrily, and walked away quietly.

Chang Gan: "...hiss."

...it seems to be near a very special person.

The big demon took the demons behind him out of Zhongnan Mountain, and then began to chatter. The two young witches behind him whispered, "That's Jiang Xianzun, why are you here in Zhongnan Mountain..."

"What do you know, this is the place where the last generation of True Monarch Lingxiao was buried, and the Immortal Venerable came to visit the spiritual position of his mentor."

"Changgan that little thing, how can I have such a good life, I also want to be taken in by Immortal Venerable..."

"What are you thinking about, you are a demon, Jiang Xianzun likes demons but not demons, don't you know?"

"I know, but I am... I am..."

"Okay!" The big demon headed cut off the conversation between the two behind him and said irritably, "I can't catch up with Changgan on this trip, and I can't explain it to Master Xi."

"Master Xi is just using chicken feathers as an arrow. Your lord didn't say that he would kill Chang Gan. Your lord will at best ignore this person."

This sentence seemed to remind the leading Demon Race, he touched his chin and said, "Your lord is a half-step golden immortal, and Xianzun is also a half-step golden immortal... I heard that your lord has always wanted to meet Jiang Xianzun. , it's just that Immortal Venerable's whereabouts are uncertain, so..."

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"Let's report to the lord." The great demon made a final decision. "With the power of our lord, even if it is True Monarch Lingxiao and the first seat of Xianmen, I can definitely fight... fight... uh..."

Under the doubts in the eyes of the demons, the leader gritted his teeth and said, "A draw!"

He had seen Immortal Venerable doing it, and he really didn't dare to boast.

When the lord was still the young lord of the devil world, he once asked Xianzun Jiang to fight, and then he was suppressed by a sword.

And the sword wound was branded on the heart of the lord, and it did not heal for a long time, forming a scar.

When Jiang Ziliu woke up again, what he saw was the built pine wood building.

The upper and lower floors are shielded by screens and shutters, and even the furniture is placed in a decent and thoughtful manner. The fire that ignited the fire before has been put out, and it was replaced by a copper magic weapon. As long as a little magic is added to it, it can burn roaringly and drive away the cold.

Jiang Zheliu stared at the copper stove for a while, then looked down at his pale and bloodless palms.

Not a trace of magic.

He raised his eyes and saw Chang Gan with black hair and black eyes sorting things in the house, putting the white plums picked from the back of Zhongnan Mountain into a porcelain vase and placing it on the desk by the window.

Chang Gan put the vase away, turned around and met Shangjiang Zheliu's gaze, he trembled, and cautiously asked, "Xianzun?"

This is what he heard from the devil's mouth.

Chang Gan has nowhere to go except here, and he found that this immortal could save his life, so he naturally refused to leave, and said eagerly: "In order to save the Immortal Venerable, I am willing to stay by your side... um... serve the immortal. !"

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him and knocked on the copper stove: "Light the fire."

Chang Gan went over obediently, injected a trace of demonic energy, the head of the beast on the lid of the copper stove lit up, and flames ignited in the belly immediately, driving away the cold of the snowy day in Zhongnan Mountain.

Jiang Zheliu was still wearing that fluffy cloak, the snow-white and thick, enveloping him heavily. Inside is a very thin looking fairy robe, the color is like light ink, and there is no extra decoration.

A few strands of his white hair fell softly around his shoulders. At this moment, I stretched out my hand to get close to the warmth from a little distance, and the bluish-white knuckles were warmed a little, like jade reflected by the firelight.

Chang Gan looked stunned again.

He stared at each other's long eyelashes, stared at his face... After watching for a while, Chang Gan's face slowly turned red, suddenly withdrew his eyes, and said dryly: "Xianzun, you, you want to live here. how long…"

"Live until I die." Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, "You don't need to be called Xianzun, I am no longer."

Chang Gan couldn't understand this sentence, he pulled his sleeve nervously, and said, "Then can I, can I call you brother?"

Jiang Zheliu's eyes paused for a while, and turned from the burning fire, as if remembering some past events, and after a while, he said, "...As you wish."

Chang Gan was overjoyed, feeling quite dependable, and happily went upstairs to continue packing.

Jiang Zheliu warmed his hands for a while before removing all the chills from his body. His injuries have not healed, and he has no cultivation base. Although he looks comfortable on the surface, there will always be pain in his body from time to time.

It's just that he doesn't care.

He carried a storage tool on him, not his original one, but the most basic and ordinary tool that could be used without spiritual power. Jiang Zheliu put some medicinal wine, tea leaves, whisks, and some books in the Qiankun bag in the appearance of the incense bag, and took nothing else.

The wind blew slightly outside.

He warmed another jug ​​of wine, poured it into the cup, and took a few sips slowly with the porcelain cup in his hands.

This is the usual wine of the Lingxiao School, which is made to maintain the Taoist body for the monks. Jiang Zheliu usually drinks it like water, but now that his Taoist body is destroyed, he shouldn't actually drink more.

The medicinal wine was very warm, but when the second cup entered his stomach, he had already provoked a heavy internal injury. The pain was densely spreading from the lungs, like a needle stick.

Jiang Zheliu coughed lightly. He didn't expect that he was so fragile. He subconsciously supported the bed with one hand. When he clenched the side of the bed, the back of his hand was tensed, and the phalanges had not yet grown. A good sound, followed by a heavy pain, made him frown.

From the sound of coughing, his pale and colorless lips were stained with bright red, causing even his shoulders to tremble.

The heavy cloak slid off his shoulders, revealing a thin snow-white shirt.

The wind moved slightly, and the footsteps outside the house stopped.

Jiang Zheliu was in severe pain, ignoring the slight sound of footsteps, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and he breathed evenly.

The man outside the window didn't know whether to come in or not.

Wen Renye did not expect that he would see Immortal Venerable Lingxiao, who is famous in all worlds again, in this way.

In his memory, he only remembered the sword from hundreds of years ago, and he only remembered that he was standing on the cloud platform of the Lingxiao faction in white clothes.

In his hands, Ling Xiao Sword is a peerless sword. Only Jiang Zheliu's straight hand when he clenched it is the ultimate destination of this sword.

Wen Ren Ye stood still.

He remembered Jiang Zheliu, and the brilliant and overwhelming sword light at that time, which was drawn from all directions and merged into one sword. I remember the eager blood that poured out when the sword light slashed through my heart, the old scars branded, and the look of the other party looking up—

Almost no light can be seen.

He became famous at a young age, and for the first time fell under the sword of others.

Wen Renye's boiling blood to challenge him again slowly cooled down.

He is Jiang Ziliu.

How did he become like this?

The news of the repair of the boundary membrane and the change of the head has not yet been introduced into the demon world. In the eyes of the demon world, the Lingxiao faction still has the incomparable Immortal Venerable in the world, and it is still the leader of the Four Immortal Sects, with Jiang Immortal Venerable overwhelming the world and shaking the universe.

Until Wen Renye came here in person, he saw the scene of his lips stained with blood, frowning and coughing.

Just as the new Demon Venerable stopped outside the window, Jiang Zheliu wiped off the blood on his lips, raised his eyes slightly, and took a picture with the person outside the window.

Then, he looked at the black-clothed demon standing outside the window and suddenly became a little nervous.

"Who are you?" Jiang Zheliu asked.

Wen Renye was full of murderous intent and aggression, and the hostile aura of the other party was frozen by the situation at the moment. When Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes to ask questions, his demonic heart, which was under the scar on his heart, began to feel savage. Jumping randomly without warning, he jumped in panic.

He had never seen each other so closely.

"I am," Wen Renye said after a brief pause, "...a new neighbor."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then said, "Zhongnan Mountain has never been inhabited."

"So I'm new here." Wen Renye went through the window and pushed open the door, approached the small building, took off the dark long-haired cloak on his body, faded the coldness, and sat opposite Jiang Zheliu.

The black hair of the demon race in front of him is tied up, his eyes are dark purple, and his handsome appearance carries some extremely sharp lethal power. Even in an extremely peaceful mood, it can make people dread.

The human figures of the demons are all disguised, and their demon bodies are what they looked like when they were born.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him lightly, pushed the medicinal wine aside, and boiled water in the copper stove beside him to make tea, and said, "Just live with you, the mountain is not mine."

Wen Renye stared at him, his eyes fell on the frosty white skin around the other's neck.

"It's just that even if you live next to each other, don't come to disturb me often." Jiang Zheliu rarely makes tea with his own hands, and his movements are a little jerky. "You don't have to knock on the door, I sleep all day."

Wen Renye wanted to say something, but when he saw his long snow-white hair, he suddenly got stuck again, but his eyes became more and more anxious and full of anxiety.

He didn't realize how strong and explicit his eyes were.

Jiang Zheliu made the tea, blew on the water gently, and then asked slowly, "Have I offended you?"

He didn't wait for the other party to answer, and continued: "You look like you want to kill me, or you want to **** and then kill."

Wen Renye: "...rape first and then kill?"

"Yes." Jiang Zheliu said as he put the slipped cloak on his shoulders, "I shouldn't have offended a great demon of your age, otherwise, I would have cut the grass and roots, and you would have no life to stand in front of me."

Wen Renye still looked at him, and then said, "I won't hurt you. Don't you remember me?"

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him: "Should I remember?"

Wen Ren Ye was startled.

It's hard to describe how that feels.

Wen Renye's ability to come to this day is actually largely related to the splendid and tyrannical sword at the time, and to the person in front of him. He is a cultivator who only keeps getting stronger and improving himself in his eyes. He must be strong enough to be close to him and surpass him.

Not long ago, Wen Renye broke through the realm, achieved the ability of half-step Jinxian, and took over the position of Demon Venerable from his father, but at that time Jiang Zheliu was wandering around and was uncertain and could not find it. After he had consolidated his cultivation, he happened to know the news that the other party was in Zhongnan Mountain. He came full of flame and desire, but the will of God only gave him this scene.

Wen Renye looked down, looking at his slender fingers, his skin was bloodless, revealing a sickly pale color.

The flames went out and were covered by the frost in front of him.

Jiang Zheliu only asked this question and did not continue. Although he did not know who the person in front of him was and had no impression of him, he could indeed feel that there was no killing intent in the complex emotions of the other party. As long as there was no killing intent, He doesn't care so much about details.

The bitter tea in his hand was warmed, Jiang Zheliu lowered his head and took a sip, and the extremely bitter taste flowed past. But he did not move his brows, he drank a whole glass very habitually, and even poured a glass for Wen Renye in a rare friendly manner.

Wen Renye took the tea and took a sip with a heavy heart. He was immediately numb to the tip of his tongue by the strong bitter taste, and even choked. He looked up at Jiang Ziliu, who was drinking tea calmly, and almost doubted his sense of taste: " How do you drink this?"

He didn't finish asking a word, and asked the next sentence with anxiety: "You are so ill, why are you still here alone? Where are the people from Lingxiao's faction? And your hair..."

Wen Renye took a deep breath, not knowing where his anger came from, he calmed down a bit, reached out and touched the white hair by Jiang Zheliu's ear.

The hair was like snow, withered and cold, with almost no luster.

"How did you become like this?"

He finally asked this question.

Jiang Zheliu drank the tea slowly, moved out a hand to hold his fingers, and took back the hand that the devil was touching regardless of whether he was close or distant, and said, "Inquire about it yourself."

His skin temperature was low, and after touching Wen Renye's hand, it became even colder. But this incomparably short contact made Wen Renye's heart beat wildly again, like a wild horse that couldn't stop, jumping and vying for favor in front of Jiang Ziliu, completely beating his heart violently against reason.

As if burned, he pulled his hand back suddenly.

If this wild horse has a place to have fun, the grassland must be called "love at first sight."

Lord Mozun, who suspected that he was getting angry, was so hot that he almost wanted to dig out the deer that was about to die in his heart. He was afraid that the smell of blood would scare the other party, so he endured it and said, "Don't touch me indiscriminately. ."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a few breaths: "Didn't you tease me first?"

"How can I..."

"Pick my hair."

Wen Renye's words stopped, and he was silent for a long while, watching Jiang Ziliu drinking the terribly bitter cup of tea on the opposite side as if nothing had happened.

There was a faint cold air on the other side, whether it was by the fireplace or not, it radiated from the inside out.

Wen Renye looked at him through the fire, and the deer in his heart was about to die. Seeing him put down the tea cup, his eyebrows frowned, and there was not a trace of light in his dark eyes.

The little deer jumped for a long time, and its hoof was wobbled, and all the messed up thoughts disappeared without a trace, and only the pain was left.

Wen Renye took a deep breath and wanted to ask him if he wanted to go to the Demon Realm with him. Before he could say a word, there were obvious footsteps and a young boy's cheerful tone from upstairs.

"Brother, I have packed up the second floor! There is a cabinet for books, do you want to..."

Chang Gan leaned on the stair railing, his words stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at the man sitting opposite Jiang Ziliu, his brain completely shut down, and then his voice trembled: "Little, little uncle."

Wen Renye glanced at him and ignored him, but said to Jiang Zheliu, "He called you brother?"

"Well." Jiang Zheliu connected the events of the past few days according to Chang Gan's name, roughly guessed the identity of the person in front of him, and nodded.

Wen Renye didn't know why the other party took in Chang Gan, so he pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I was also hunted down."

Xiao Changgan, who was rolling and crawling down, heard these words the moment he came over. He stood beside him dumbfounded, staring at his uncle in a stunned manner.

"I don't have anyone to take it in either." Wen Renye didn't feel how shameless this was.

Chang Gan was completely stunned. He looked at his little uncle and then at his immortal elder brother.

"I can take care of you too."

Wen Renye got closer and closer as he talked, and in the end he was almost only a few inches away from Jiang Zheliu, and even his breath was in front of his eyes.

Jiang Zheliu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and said lightly, "That's why."

"I live with you." Wen Renye said.

Jiang Zheliu was stabbed by the attacking demonic energy on the other side, and frowned a little uncomfortably, and said, "What if I don't agree?"

"...rape first and then kill." The man looked fierce.

The room was silent for a while, only the sound of the wind from the outside gradually became louder, blowing open the door of the small building.

The sharp demonic energy on the opponent almost completely enveloped him, wrapping around his broken body. Jiang Zheliu looked at him quietly, raised his hand against the other's eyebrows and pushed it back, and said, "Go and close the door, I'm cold."