The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

The drizzle was drizzling outside the house, and the two people in the house were full of flames.

Cracks appeared on Su Wangli's calmness and composure, and he could only suppress the deep breath to calm down the manic anger deep in his heart.

"What kind of arrogance is it!" I couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted out, Su Wangli's cold voice resounded throughout the room.

Jing Zhan's eyes were still staring at Liu Chehan fiercely, and he shook off his wrist unwillingly. The corner of Liu Chehan's mouth was smiling coldly, and his pitch-black phoenix eyes were fixed on Jing Zhan.

Su Wangli couldn't stand the loving gaze of the two, so he turned around and walked inside.

Out of sight, out of mind, why did he wrong himself to watch the two of them fall in love like this?

He was really unlucky. What did he owe Jing Zhan in his last life?He took in an apprentice to protect him and raise him, and in the end he raised him and ran away, and also helped him raise his beloved.

The more Su Wangli thought about it, the more wronged he became, the tip of his nose became sour, and the circles of his eyes became hot.

There was a look of grievance on his face that he had never seen before.

He thought it was a good thing that the room was dim and dark, and no one could see his ugly appearance now.

However, in the next second, the room was illuminated by orange-red candles, and Su Wangli was suddenly exposed to the brightness.

The grievance was broken, the ugliness was looked down upon, and even the last trace of darkness was ignited!

He became more and more annoyed in his heart, making Su Wangli furious, and immediately turned around and yelled.

"you!"

Turning around, he saw a tall figure in dark blue brocade clothes standing beside the dilapidated square table, holding the fire pocket in one hand, and standing in front of the flickering candle with the other, blocking the wind blowing in from the door.

Jing Zhan was used to his master's furious temper anytime and anywhere, so he was not frightened by his roar, but just looked at him sideways, with a pair of calm glass eyes reflecting the candlelight, and asked.

Liu Chehan wasn't used to Su Wangli's irritable personality yet, his slightly raised phoenix eyes blinked slowly twice in a daze, and then raised the corners of his mouth, knowing it in his heart.

The big beauty has a temper and a personality, just as he likes, this Su Wangli is really a treasure.

When Su Wangli saw that it was Jing Zhan who lit the candle, the violent anger that rushed to his mouth was instantly extinguished by the cold water, and disappeared without a trace, not even a spark left.

He just felt that if he stayed in this room at this moment, he would only be more annoyed, afraid that he would not be able to control his irritability for a while and summoned "Eternal Regret" to chase the two of them.

Thinking of this, he sighed unconsciously.

Alas, being a good master who is considerate and considerate is actually a thousand times more difficult for him than putting down face.

Su Wangli was extremely annoyed, and he didn't want Jing Zhan to see him in such a mess. He turned around and flicked his sleeves, walked past the two people who were unconscious on the ground with long legs, and went straight out the door to the opposite room.

Jing Zhan was about to follow, but Su Wangli seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and he yelled at him without looking back, "Stay here!"

Like a cheetah beast resisting the narrow doorway, it bowed its waist and stared at Jing Zhan, baring its teeth, fierce and vicious, abruptly stopping Jing Zhan.

Jing Zhan had no choice but to stand where he was, clenched his hands on both sides into fists, lowered his black eyebrows, fixedly stared at Su Wangli's white jade figure, and shouted unwillingly before Su Wangli entered the door: "Master! "

Bang-!

What responded to him was the sound of a dilapidated and decayed wooden door slamming hard.

Jing Zhan's words "Master" are mixed with all the forbearance and love deep in his heart. During the period, Ai Ai bravely dodged the cheetahs and beasts, endured the endless drizzle, and with a heart, he went straight to Su Wangli eagerly and timidly. In the past, he avoided the sky and the tomorrow, but in the end Su Wangli blocked the door with his own hands, shutting him out of his heart.

When Su Wangli closed the door, his nose was sore, his eye sockets were hot, and his heart seemed to be pierced with sharp knives, which became tighter and tighter.

It's not that he didn't hear the phrase "Master" from Jing Zhan, it's just that the two words are so heavy that Su Wangli can't bear it at all. It's the first time he dislikes these two words so much, and the strange light rises in his heart more and more. Bigger and brighter, he actually has an inconceivable selfishness at the moment!

He...for the first time regretted that he was Jing Zhan's master...

just master...

Su Wangli forced himself to smooth out the mess in his heart, and waved his sleeves to light up the large candle on the roof of the room. The warm orange light instantly filled the room, and the smell of rotten wood was diluted by the scent of the candle. Only then did the pair of bright fox eyes see Clean the whole room.

The room was empty, with only a dilapidated square table like that room, and a narrow dusty bed in the back of the room, other than that, there was only a calligraphy and painting hanging on the dusty wall. It has been hanging here for a long time, the four corners are sallow and curled, and the paper is stained grayish yellow from light white by dirt.

"If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening..."

He stared at the elegant and timeless black characters, and murmured softly with his thin lips.

Just when Su Wangli was uttering this poem, Jing Zhan found the same calligraphy and painting in the opposite room, and even the hanging positions were the same. It's the same, it's like looking in a bronze mirror!

At this time, Jing Zhan also read the poem on the calligraphy and painting on the gray wall.

"Fengyue enters my lovesickness bureau, how can lovesickness fail to promise each other."

One side's voice is clear, and the other side's voice is deep. The voices of the two people went out of the room and were lingering in the dripping rain.

The continuous drizzle outside the house stopped in an instant, the curtains blown by the breeze stood still at this moment, everything around seemed to be still, Jing Zhan couldn't hear any sound, and looked at Liu Chehan in a blink of an eye, Liu Chehan stood still like a dummy Straight beside him, her phoenix eyes were fixed on the calligraphy and painting on the wall, motionless.

"Hello, madman?"

Jing Zhan touched him tentatively, but found that Liu Chehan was standing still like a hard boulder at the moment, his whole body was extremely stiff.

Jing Zhan noticed the strangeness, and immediately stretched out his hand and pushed him hard. Just like that, Liu Chehan lay straight on the ground, his pair of phoenix eyes were still open, without blinking, as if he was still staring at the calligraphy and painting. .

In a panic, all Jing Zhan thought about at the moment was the pair of fox eyes in the white clothes, and he thought so, and did so.

He turned around and ran towards the door to find Su Wangli, but when he stepped out of the threshold, the whole still courtyard immediately cracked like an ink painting, the rhododendrons were divided into pieces by the cracks, white light flashed instantly, and Jing Zhan subconsciously closed Eye.

However, when it opened again the next moment, everything around it changed.

A pair of eagle-eyed slender eyes swept around, the high walls on both sides blocked the light, and the surroundings were gloomy and gloomy. At the end of the alley, there was still the big man with black beard yelling and selling buns, his movements and words remained the same as before.

Now he is back in the narrow alley outside the house? !

Bean-heavy raindrops fell on Jing Zhan's tall nose, and "swipe—" it was a torrential downpour.

Jing Zhan was in a hurry to hide, and there was the small door of the house in front of him. Without even thinking about it, Jing Zhan hurriedly ran to the eaves of the house to shelter from the rain.When he ran over, Jing Zhan felt that he was in the fog, which he clearly felt.

His body is completely out of the control of his consciousness!

How can it be like this?

As Jing Zhan thought about it, he thought of the calm and unhurried Pianpian in white. Is Su Wangli still in the house now?

In a trance, the wooden door of the small house slowly opened.

Jing Zhan only heard the calm and cool voice ringing in his ears: "It's raining so hard, young master, it's hard to move forward, why don't you come to the humble house to take a rest, and when the rain stops, it won't be too late to go."

Jing Zhan's heart trembled when he heard the voice. He was too familiar with this voice.

The body finally turned around slowly as if hearing his inner begging, that cold and mean face was reflected in Jing Zhan's clear eyes, the curled eyelashes trembled suddenly, there was not much expression on his face, but Jing Zhan's heart was Terrified.

The person who spoke to him was clearly Su Wangli.

Su Wangli's heart shuddered when he saw Jing Zhan.

Just after he finished reading the poems on the paper, he felt that everything became strange and weird. His body began to move to the door without his control, and stretched out his hands to open the wooden door.

He even spoke uncontrollably when he saw the tall figure in front of the door.

The moment he saw Jing Zhan, Su Wangli realized that he must have been unknowingly stolen by something in this house, and was repeating his thoughts about this thing.

So, what exactly is Jing Zhan standing in front of him?

Su Wangli's alarm bells rang loudly, but his body still gave in uncontrollably and brought him in.

After bringing Jing Zhan into the hut, the two noticed that the azaleas that had already bloomed in the hut had now turned into buds in the heavy rain.

Su Wangli brought him into the room he had just entered, stopped, turned around slowly, looked at Jing Zhan with a smile, and said softly, "Young master, please stay here first, I'll leave you alone this morning. I just tidied it up, and I hope you don’t dislike it, my lord.”

"Then thank you very much." Jing Zhan saluted uncontrollably.

Looking at Su Wangli's smiling face in his heart, he was a little dazed.

His master was just... laughing?

Master laughed?

Su Wangli laughed!

He has seen Su Wangli's various expressions, indifferent, indifferent, angry, ashamed, mean, but he has never seen Su Wangli smile like that, he has even seen Su Wangli's sneer and contempt, but now Different, at this moment, in this place that might be a dream, in this small farm house, Su Wangli smiled at him...

A pair of bright fox eyes are so gentle, as if soaked in a cool and clear spring water, the ripples gradually fluctuate under the twinkling starlight, one after another, they float into the bottom of his heart, cleansing his heart, and washing away all the dirt and mud in it Che washed, so that he could only tolerate this person in front of him.

His master, the immortal Yaohua dressed in white, is slowly and powerfully walking into his beating heart step by step.

The pair of slightly raised fox eyes were slightly bent at this moment, and he looked at his drenched clothes with a worried face, smiled a little embarrassedly and said softly to him: "Young master's clothes are all wet, let's put them on the clothes first." Wait here for a while, I will go to the room and get some clean clothes for you."

Jing Zhan nodded in agreement.

After saying that, Su Wangli committed himself and left the door to go to the opposite room.

Pushing the door open, Su Wangli rummaged through the wooden cabinet next to the bed to find clothes, but he was thinking about how to escape from this thought.

Originally, he wasn't sure whether he was in reality or in nothingness at the moment, but when he opened the door and entered the room, he knew clearly that besides Jing Zhan, there should have been Liu Chehan and the other two in this room. A comatose disciple of Mount Liuxuetan.

But at the moment, there is no one in the room, so Su Wangli can be sure that he is trapped in this thing's body at the moment to act as his fetal light, which is the ultimate purpose of this thing.

He needs fetal light.

It seems that he doesn't just need a fetal light, otherwise he already has the fetal light of those two unconscious disciples, but he is not satisfied and wants to steal it from him.

The body has found the clothes, and the face is relaxed and joyful, holding the clothes in his arms like a baby, and excitedly striding towards the opposite room.

"My lord, put on quickly, and be careful not to catch a cold." Su Wangli smiled and handed the clothes to Jing Zhan, Jing Zhan took it politely in a daze, and thanked Su Wangli again with a gentle smile on his face.

Su Wangli was a little distracted by Jing Zhan's smile, his ears were stained red, and he said softly: "My son, you don't have to be so polite." After that, he walked out of the room and closed the door with his hand.

He raised his foot and approached the study.

After entering, Su Wangli immediately noticed something strange, the pair of sword eyebrows in his heart were lowered, and his star pupils were narrowed. This study was different from when they first came here.