[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

"What's wrong?" Looking at Yan Qingping who was frowning tightly, Fang Siming raised his eyebrows, walked to his side and asked.

Yan Qingping was sitting by the corridor, with a letter in his hand that he had read, and a fat eagle that was used to deliver the letter stood impressively on his shoulder.Fang Siming had received many letters from the young man, all of which were pecked to pieces by the fat bird that delivered the letter, and he couldn't see what the young man wrote at all.Beyond that, the bird was very much like its owner—in terms of stalking.Fang Siming has fed it many times.

Seeing Fei Jiu, Fang Siming's eyes lit up.He waved at the fat eagle, and the little fat bird abandoned his master without conscience, and rushed into Fang Siming's arms.

Yan Qingping: ...Little heartless, who usually feeds you jerky?

Fat Chirp: Goo =v=

Fang Siming secretly smoothed Fei Jiu's hair: joy.

Yan Qingping sighed: "Two things. One, Mr. Xi committed suicide. It is said that after waking up, he found that he was blind and couldn't accept it, so he committed suicide by biting his tongue."

Fang Siming looked around and found that there was a small plate of jerky beside Yan Qingping, which must have been prepared for Fei Jiu, so he sat down on the side of the jerky and started feeding the eagle: "It's expected that you are blind. It's neat. Heh, suicide...it's cheap for him."

Yan Qingping remembered the situation at that time, and snorted coldly: "Who told him to ignore his dog eyes. Brother Siming is also the one he can stare at?" His eyes were almost on Fang Siming's face!At that time, he couldn't bear to look at that expression and that look in his eyes.

Fang Siming also thought of the scene at that time, and the corners of his mouth curled up: he himself didn't really care about this kind of look, he was used to it since he was a child.But the little idiot who wants to defend him... Tsk, what's the matter, why do you think he is so stupid when he is so ruthless.

"One more thing...Hua Manlou said, before, little Junxuan wanted to come back here to me, but something happened to Emei, sister Xiuqing was worried and wanted to go back to Emei. He just missed someone to send little Junxuan I'm back. It's just that there's been no news since yesterday." This was what caused him a headache, and he rubbed his brows, "Junxuan is my adopted son."

"No news?" Fang Siming picked up another piece of jerky and fed it to the happy squinting Fat Chirp. "In less than two days, it's not confirmed that he disappeared."

"Yeah. Maybe it's because I'm concerned that it's messed up. I hope nothing will happen." That's what Yan Qingping said, but Yan Qingping had an inexplicable intuition that "something must have happened".

"If you're worried, I'll let you have a look." Fang Siming picked up another piece of jerky and fed it to Fei Jiu.

"Then trouble Brother Siming." Yan Qingping relaxed a little, and then saw that there was only one piece of jerky left in his plate, "Brother Siming! Don't feed it, if you eat it again, you will get fat." I can’t fly anymore.” This is not for feeding birds!This is the jerky he used to feed Fang Siming!

Fang Siming glanced at him, picked up the last piece of jerky, and tore it in half: "Okay, don't feed it anymore, look at you, you are stingy. Didn't you feed it so fat?" Then he stuffed half of it into Yan Qingping's mouth, The remaining half was thrown into his mouth casually.

Yan Qingping blushed, and muttered while chewing jerky: "Obviously Brother Siming likes to feed birds. Look at the Xinying in Wansheng Pavilion, all of them are too fat..." Suddenly, he suddenly realized—— —How did I know that all the birds in Wansheng Pavilion are too fat?

Fang Siming was a little ashamed and annoyed that he had exposed his true colors, and he didn't notice his momentary unnaturalness.He stood up with a flick of his sleeves: "I'll find someone for you, and help you find your son." Then he disappeared in a flash.

——He was still holding that fat chirp in his arms.

Yan Qingping sighed.Although getting along with Fang Siming was very pleasant, he was still very worried about his son.

as well as--

He sat quietly, all expressions faded from his handsome face, like a delicate statue without thought.

——When he was with Fang Siming, he seemed to be another person.

It is no longer that indifferent but soft-hearted ordinary doctor, but that young hero who is full of sense of justice, always gets involved in things that have nothing to do with him, and has a loyal heart to Siming.

I became him?

Or... I used to be him?

It was getting dark.

The sound of clothes flapping.

Fang Siming shook the cloak behind him, and Fei Jiu spread his wings and landed on his shoulders.

"Little idiot, why are you still sitting here? Didn't you tell me to treat you to a drunken chicken, did you come to treat me to a drink?"

Yan Qingping seemed to wake up suddenly, and the expression on his face became vivid little by little.He looked back at Fang Siming who was standing still, and smiled slightly: "I'm waiting for you to come back, Brother Siming."

As soon as Fang Siming raised his hand, Fei Jiu flew back to Yan Qingping's side, landed straight on his head, his claws grabbed the bundled long hair.

"Ah, let go, you heartless!"

"Cuckoo!"

"Are you an owl, still cooing!"

Seeing them fighting together, Fang Siming's golden pupils were full of smiles.

Fat Bird is doing pretty well.

Losing this emotion...is not suitable for his little idiot.

Humph.

Sweet talk.

……

The evening was still enjoyable.

Yan Qingping let go of those things in his heart and became a qualified host and a qualified cook.I just took Fang Siming's health into consideration, and didn't let him drink too much, just tasted it.

The dishes are cooked according to Fang Siming's taste - more than half of the dishes are meat.

Then Yan Qingping, who was drinking alone, got a lot of "hums" and "vicious looks" from Fang Siming.

The two watched the night scene on the roof for a while, then said goodbye.Fang Siming went back to the room first, and said, "It's better to go to bed early than to spend time watching the dark sky with you little fool."

Only the lonely Yan Qingping and the lonely moon remained.

He stared at the moon in a daze for a while, until the alcohol was almost gone, and then turned down the roof and prepared to go to sleep.

It's getting late, it's better to go to bed early.Tomorrow, I guess I will go to find Xiao Junxuan again, so I won't be free after all.

However, when he walked to the door of his bedroom, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

He held his breath, raised his inner breath, closed his eyes, and discerned carefully.

...!

He opened his eyes abruptly.

The voice came from the room where Fang Siming was!

Some heavy panting, occasionally mixed with a painful mouth...

It was clearly Fang Siming's unmistakably feminine voice!

Yan Qingping hadn't completely sobered up yet, and his mind was a little spinning.Without hesitation, he slammed Fang Siming's door open, and rushed in like a gust of wind: "Brother Siming! What's wrong with you!"

Then he trembled and suddenly sobered up.

The Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty is here.

What did I do...forcibly breaking into Fang Siming's room in the middle of the night?Will he die without a whole body?

However, the scene in front of him shocked him from the bottom of his heart.

Fang Siming only wore white single clothes, and he looked tall but thin.He was hunched over on the bed, his white hair was disheveled, and his face was dripping with sweat.He was short of breath, and Yan Qingping couldn't see his expression clearly.

He cursed intermittently: "No...you don't care...you...get out!"

How could he get out at this time!

Yan Qingping was startled and angry, he walked to Fang Siming's side step by step, and saw his face clearly by the moonlight.

The pretty white eyebrows were tightly knit together, and the golden pupil was also a little dim.White hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks due to sweat, but even so, that half of the mask was not removed.The lower lip was bitten under the teeth, and Yan Qingping guessed that it had probably been bitten through...

Yan Qingping had never seen Fang Siming in such a mess.

Even Fang Siming, who was trapped by poison at that time, was not so embarrassed.

By the way, that poison!

"Brother Siming, you are poisoned!" Yan Qingping took a deep breath, leaning on the bed with one hand, and holding Fang Siming's wrist with the other, Wudang's majestic but gentle internal force was sent along his meridians go in.

With this internal force, Fang Siming looked better.He let go of the quilt that he was holding tightly, and wanted to shake off Yan Qingping's hand, but Jin Tong glared at him fiercely: "I told you I don't need you to meddle, so don't meddle in my own business!"

"Your affairs are not idle!"

Yan Qingping's handsome brows were also frowned.Fang Siming's physical condition was more serious than he thought.His internal force actually wandered through the opponent's meridians as if entering no one's land, obviously his internal force has been exhausted.

What method did Fang Siming use to solve the original poison?

Yan Qingping himself didn't know why he was angry.He hugged the man in his arms violently, and with a wave of his hand, he wrapped Fang Siming's neatly folded cloak around his body, then leaped lightly, rolled out of the window, and jumped into the hot spring pool a few times .

He never knew that his qinggong could be so flexible.

Throwing away the cloak, he jumped into the hot spring with Fang Siming in his arms.

"You already knew that you were going to be poisoned? How did you deal with the poison before? Fighting poison with poison? You don't love yourself so much!"

It was late at night, and Yan Qingping didn't dare to speak too loudly, he let out a low-pitched rage, but his movements were so gentle that it was outrageous.He let go of Fang Siming, gently untied his jacket that had been soaked in hot water and was tightly attached to his body, and then quickly threw off his coat and jacket.He carried the man back again, tightly holding Fang Siming in his arms with his left hand, and crossing his right hand across his knees, so that the two of them were tightly attached to each other.Haoran's internal force also circulates in the two bodies at the same time through this method.

"Well—let go!" Fang Siming was going to die of anger, why did this little idiot suddenly become so bold!How dare you take off his clothes!

"I won't let go." Yan Qingping pursed her thin lips tightly.He leaned towards the channel where the water came out, where the water temperature was the highest.

The internal force circulated continuously, forming a perfect circuit with Fang Siming who also practiced Wudang internal force.Coupled with the soothing effect of the hot spring, Fang Siming's complexion finally looked much better.

He couldn't get angry anymore, but he was a little helpless.Leaning his head on the Taoist priest's shoulder, Fang Siming felt that the little idiot was a bit unexpected.Usually he is obedient to everything he says, why is he so capable today.The severe pain caused by the toxin was well relieved, and Fang Siming was even in the mood to think wildly...

"Quickly tell me, what's the matter with your poison?" Yan Qing was expressionless and extremely fierce.

Fang Siming felt that he was pretending to be fierce, just like a milk cat pretending to be very powerful and capable of beating.

He somehow wanted to laugh.

"Fang Siming! Don't act stupid!" The milk cat continued to bark its teeth and claws.

Fang Siming relaxed his body, letting himself sink into the warmth, and said lazily, "That's what happened. At that time, there were no medicinal materials on hand, so I had to do this if I wanted to survive."

He didn't really want to survive... It's just that, apart from wanting to return to his adoptive father, he suddenly remembered what Yan Qingping had said to him before, "I didn't save you to let you die".

Then... suddenly I wanted to survive.

You can't die in this strange place... You have to let someone know about it.

Then, he procrastinated and procrastinated until the little idiot appeared.

Yan Qingping suddenly felt distressed.

He leaned against the pool, bent one leg to support Fang Siming's knees, and freed up one hand to straighten out the messy white hair sticking to his body one by one: "How often does it happen? Does it hurt? "

It was the first time for Fang Siming to pass through the poisoning period so comfortably, he closed his eyes, the warmth of the hot spring, and the internal strength of the little idiot, all made him warm, and he almost fell asleep: "Every ninth day of the month will be committed. That's it, it's the same without you. Just meddle in your own business."

Yan Qingping silenced.

Fang Siming leaned on his shoulder and even rubbed against him unconsciously.It seems that he has fallen asleep, otherwise he would not have made such an action.

Yan Qingping gently put the sleeping aids that had just been placed by the pool back into his backpack, hugged him again, and quietly watched him fall asleep.

Go to sleep, Brother Siming.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes.

The handsome black-haired Taoist closed his eyes slightly, and embraced the stunning white-haired man.

The moonlight quietly enveloped them, quietly witnessing this moment.

In the long night, the circulating internal force did not stop for a moment.

The author has something to say: Hee hee hee, make up half of it today, and make up half of it tomorrow, so you will make up what you owed yesterday.

Mainly because I think it's just right to stop here hahahahahahahaha

Today's Daoist is full of aggressiveness!

……

Received four more bottles of nutrient solution!Now I don’t know who sent it, thank you in advance, okay ＾3＾!

small theater:

Ming: You broke into my room!Also take off my clothes!

Daoist (serious face): This is my room and my clothes.

Ming: ...you still hug me!

Taoist priest: My people.

bright:……

Ming: ...huh