Fellow Daoist, come with me

Chuixiao felt cold all over his body, that kind of coldness seemed to be the cold wind blowing hard on his bones in the twelfth lunar month, even his mind was frozen, the pain like scraping flesh with a blunt knife was unbearable, Ximen Chuixiao suffered from the cold It's over, and he can't let go of the only trace of warmth on his lips, not to mention the longer he sticks it, the more lingering the warmth, and even his body feels better.

Blowjob instinctively searched for more warmth, he arrogantly pried open the things that blocked his search, stuck his tongue in dissatisfied, and stirred in the warm nest, the tip of his tongue touched a soft, slippery place in a short while. With some slight roughness, the feeling of licking and rubbing is very comfortable, and the blowjob can't help but let out a nasal moan.

Although it felt like a long time, in fact, for Yin Xuanhuang, it was only half a cup of tea. As Yin Sha faded away inexplicably, Ximen Chuxiao gradually regained consciousness.

Uh... what kind of situation is this?

Flute looked at the scholar's face with some confusion, it was as bright as the moon in the clouds, his temples were cut like knives, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, he was handsome and wild, and it made people feel even more palpitating when viewed up close.On weekdays, Chu Xiao doesn't mind admiring the beautiful scenery at close range, but now something seems to be wrong.For example, why did I hug the scholar's waist tightly and press him on the bed?Another example, why is this scholar's lips so moist and plump, as if he has been severely trampled by someone (such as Ximen Chuxiao)?

Chu Xiao blinked slowly, met the scholar's deep eyes, and said in a cold voice that couldn't hear the emotion: "Let go!"

Chuxiao hastily let go of the arms that imprisoned the other party, and hurriedly got up from the bed, Yin Xuanhuang was able to get up, he closed the hem that he opened when he was struggling, and glanced at Ximen Chuxiao, that look was cold and calm, his hands With a hint, he pointed to the door and uttered a word loudly: "Get lost."

Although Chu Xiao didn't know why he was in such a situation, this room was not his, presumably he broke in by himself.Trespassing into other people's rooms, and intentionally molesting the owner... Chu Xiao felt a little headache, he originally wanted to make friends with this elegant and frivolous scholar, but now the two of them might only get together, sighed, Chu Xiao He made a deep apology: "I don't have any obscene intentions. I thought that your temperament was high and happy, but I didn't want my body to be unbelievable. I bumped into you. The blowpipe is here to make amends to you. Hou Yin is afraid that he doesn't want to see me again, so I will leave now."

After saying these words, Chuan Xiao turned around and left without delay.

Looking at the back of the handsome man leaving, Yin Xuanhuang narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp beauty appeared on his handsome face, like a gorgeous blade.

This inexplicable encounter was called Chuxiao and Sigh, but he didn't have much time to dwell on it. Fate gathers and breaks up, there is no destiny, and he can't force it. What alerted him was the evil spirit in his body. Ever since I practiced the "Nine Turns Returning to Life", the Yin Sha that tortured me from time to time seemed to feel danger, and hibernated by guarding the internal organs tightly. It has never had an attack for seven years, and the flute can return to normal. He grew up peacefully like a child, no longer weak as a child, inherited the good looks of Liu Yun and his unknown father, and walked out like a handsome young man.He only thought that if he kept practicing, that Yin Sha would be suppressed, but this incident sounded a wake-up call for him, that Yin Sha was so cunning!

Because there is not much anger scattered between heaven and earth, his progress in cultivation is extremely slow, and he has not gained anything in the past few days. The evil spirit must have felt it, and actually picked the one with the heaviest yin energy, taking advantage of his low vigilance There are not many opportunities for external help to attack!Although he retreated without knowing the reason, Chu Xiao was sure that if given the chance, the evil spirit would definitely not give up.But this outbreak of Yin Sha is not completely useless, at least it has made him alert, besides, he now knows that the Yin Sha in his body is actually much more serious than he imagined. Clear up your situation.

Shaking his head, Chuan Xiao frowned. Tomorrow, he will go to find a place to practice geomantic omen.It's just that this place needs to be carefully considered, and it can't be done in Dayong City.People's luck, Chuanxiao will not move no matter what, life is only a few decades, taking people's luck is extremely damaging to goodness and bad practice, unless it is a last resort, Chuanxiao must stick to this line.Except for the movement of people and the movement of people's houses, there are only mountains and rivers.Compared with people, this landscape is different. Landscapes and objects last forever in the world, and even if they are damaged for a while, they can be repaired.Since Dayong is an imperial city, there must be a lot of geomantic treasures around it. Even if the land is seized, there may be catastrophe, but now I don't care much about playing the flute. Plan a lot, set up a formation to change the situation, and reunite with anger.This is also a compensation, and Tiandao will not care too much about this section.

The next morning, Chuanxiao got up early, bought a little donkey from the shopkeeper, and rode leisurely to the outside of the city. He searched carefully along the way, and passed several places that were considered good locations. However, there are people living nearby, probably villagers who rely on the mountains and rivers for their food.In this kind of place, blowing the flute is also not to be moved. If the luck of this place is taken away, it will definitely affect the growth of species here, and it will also indirectly affect the luck of people.This kind of place can only be regarded as medium.

The first-class land is the geomantic treasure land with the least and shallowest involvement with other things.It's just that in this bustling Dayong, it's really hard to find such a place.With his flute and glazed eyes, he only found two places before the Shenshi City Gate closed.This is not bad, the flute soaked in hot water, thinking contentedly.

In Dayong City in the next few days, nobles pulling carriages for ceremonies or ordinary people carrying gifts can be seen everywhere on the avenue. The leisurely figure of the donkey seemed a bit out of place.

Yin Xuanhuang stood in front of the window with the carved Eight Immortals crossing the sea pattern, looking at the leisurely figure playing the flute, he raised his head and poured a mouthful of red knife.It took ten days for Chuan Xiao to go this time. During these ten days, he absorbed all the vitality of those two places, and spent a lot of effort to carve a pan heart lock, seal it in various places, and set up formations to help this place regain its vitality. I believe that in only six or seven years, this place will be revitalized again, even better than before.At that time, the vitality he had penetrated into the pan heart lock would also be exhausted, and the formation would lose its effectiveness automatically.It is also appropriate to think about the trade-offs.

After finishing all this work, it was already the evening of the fourteenth day of the first lunar month. Chu Xiao hurriedly entered the city before the city gate closed. When he returned to the inn, he was already hungry. He had been eating Bigu Dan for the past ten days, and he missed the shop very much at this time. of eating.

The guy was also clever, and he laughed when he saw the flute: "Master, it's been a long ten days, and the shopkeeper is still thinking about you. You came back so late, do you want something to fill your stomach?"

"Of course I need it." Chuan Xiao nodded and looked around. There are always shops in Dayong City that open on the eighth day of the first lunar month to welcome customers.Just when he was about to ask the clerk to bring the food to the wing, he heard a clear male voice calling him: "Ximen blows the flute."

After hearing the flute, he was not surprised at all that he could recognize the scholar's voice in an instant. Following the reputation, Yin Xuanhuang was sitting on a square table not far behind him, with two dishes on it. Dishes and a small jug of wine.She was turning her head to look at him at this moment, her black eyes were calm and unwavering.

"Brother Yin." Chuan Xiao saluted far away.

Yin Xuanhuang pointed: "There is a seat here." This is an invitation.

He didn't care!This was simply an unexpected joy, Chu Xiao did not hide his joy, smiled brightly, and hurriedly took three steps and took two steps to sit down.

The bright smiling face made Yin Xuanhuang's eyes twinkle, and asked the buddy to add a wine glass and pour it on the flute: "30 years of plum wine."

Chuixiao picked up the wine cup, raised his head and took a sip, his posture was very heroic, but it was only when he took the mouth that he realized that the wine was not like Jingyang Qu, it was soft and creamy, with a little plum fragrance, it was extremely soft.

Yin Xuanhuang looked at his manner of drinking heavily, and sneered: "It's a shame that the best 30-year-old plum wine is made to drink like a widow's buffalo."

Although these words are belittled, but the flute can hear some intimacy, although I don't know what the scholar is thinking, but this tone makes him happy, and he doesn't care about the person's belittlement, he smiled: "The wine is also here. Even if it is wronged, it has no way to say it. In fact, I secretly think that wine is enough for the drinker to be happy."

Yin Xuanhuang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, thought for a while, and nodded: "There is some truth to this." Seeing that he agreed with his words, Chu Xiao grinned, Yin Xuanhuang glanced at him, and said: "However, it is still Waste."

Chu Xiao laughed, this scholar is really a wine lover, whenever he sees it, he must be accompanied by wine, and these wines, even a person who doesn't know much about wine, can feel a bit extraordinary.He has heard of the name of this plum brew, and the asking price for 30-year plum brew is not low.

Yin Xuanhuang filled another glass for him: "Happiness is one thing, tasting the taste of this wine is another. Plum brew is soft and suitable for slow drinking and careful sipping."

As he said, he drank it slowly, but the real product was somewhat different. He glanced at the small bottle of wine that was the size of a palm: "I can't blame this thousand gold bottle of plum wine for only such a small amount. Slow tasting is enough. gone."

I actually dislike the expensive wine!

When Yin Xuanhuang heard this, his drinking hand stopped, and he cursed: "Vulgar thing!"

Chu Xiao raised his eyebrows, drank the wine in the glass slowly, and nodded: "I agree." That serious gesture made Yin Xuanhuang laugh endlessly.

At this time, the waiter brought all the dishes that Chuxiao had asked for, and the two of them stopped talking and concentrated on eating. When they parted at the end, the scholar said something: "I met an old friend today, but I can't find you. I will return tomorrow." Come."

After blowing the flute, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival on the [-]th day of the first lunar month, which is a good time for family reunion. Who is looking for him in such a hurry?Moreover, the scholar said that he was an old friend, which means that he must also know this person.Could it be...

"The old brother has found his son?" That's all.

Yin Xuanhuang cupped his hands: "Ximen really has some supernatural powers. I see that you act with integrity and clarity. If you want to come that day, there must be a reason." This is the offense on the day of blowing the flute.

At this point, Chu Xiao suddenly understood why the scholar was willing to pay attention to him.Such is the situation in this world, when you feel that the matter is irreversible, it turns around.