Meet the moon again

However, Captain Liu's anger came and went quickly, and after a while, he sat next to Qi Lin with his mobile phone, and taught him how to use the modern machine sternly.

Qi Lin, an old antique, got started very quickly. Within 5 minutes, he had already saved more than a dozen selfies of himself and Liu Wengui's upright photos in his phone.

He was obsessed with his own beauty secretly, and by the way, he complained that the photos taken by the front camera were not one-tenth as handsome as himself.

Liu Wengui didn't care whether he was photographed or not, he had an open and frank appearance, as if this dark history never existed.

After Qi Lin learned some basic functions, he drove him into the bathroom again, and demonstrated to him how to use the shower head with his own hands.

The tiles in the bathroom are mainly gray, and the lighting is also in cool tones. It looks like a cold style.It's not big inside, but there is still a shower room and a bathtub. For Liu Wengui who lives alone, it is really unnecessary.

He opened the glass door and explained to Qi Lin: "These two are nozzles that can discharge water."

Unexpectedly, Lord Demon Emperor played his temper on the spot: "I want a wooden barrel."

Liu Wengui immediately pointed to the bathtub that hadn't been used for a long time, and said flatly, "I haven't washed it yet, you can work hard."

Qi Lin was so angry that he wanted to curse.

Even when adjusting the water temperature, by coincidence, his little hand shook, and the water from the shower head splashed straight on Liu Wengui's body, making his clothes from the chest down to wet.

The culprit still looked innocent, blinked Kazilan's big eyes and said, "I didn't mean it."

When Liu Wengui moved his hand, he almost wanted to make a water trick.

But just as he raised his hand, he turned around to grab the hem of the clothes, and took off the semi-wet single clothes first.

Liu Wen belongs to the typical example of looking thin when dressed and undressed.His muscles are smooth and distinct, like a handicraft carefully carved by a craftsman, and every part is just right.His skin color was not dark, but it was a little fairer than Qi Lin's.

Qi Lin's eyes followed Liu Wengui's chest all the way down, and the other party looked at him openly and generously.He took the shower head from Qi Lin's hand, and said in a flat tone: "The water pressure is too high and it's not comfortable, just turn it to this position."

Due to the change of position, what appeared before Qi Lin's eyes was Liu Wengui's back.What I have to say is that his figure is really much more beautiful than that pair of skins. The slightly protruding shoulder blades are like the wings of a butterfly, and the dimples on the back of the waist are faintly visible.

It is rare for men to have dimples, at least Qi Lin has never seen one.

I don't know whether to lament a gift from heaven or waste everything.He played tricks again, pulled his gaze away from Liu Wengui's back, touched his arm with his first hand, and joked, "Good practice."

The latter was startled by his sudden touch, and the hand holding the shower head trembled uncontrollably, almost spilling water on himself again.

Liu Wengui frowned, and opened his mouth a little, as if he wanted to say something.Qi Lin secretly imagined in his heart, and for some reason, a voice came out of his heart, that it was Liu Wengui who pointed at him and cursed "Deng Tuzi" and "Demon Emperor's self-respect".As soon as this idea came out, he almost amused himself.

But Liu Wengui stuffed the nozzle into Qi Lin's hand, and walked out without looking back, just said: "I put the clothes outside."

Demon Emperor Qi Lin, who has been a face controler for hundreds of years, suddenly felt that the sword repairman in front of him was a little cute.

But this thought was only fleeting, and was quickly extinguished by him.

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When Qi Lin came out, Liu Wengui had already made the bed for him.He thought that after sleeping for so many years, he would never be able to sleep again.In the end, he didn't expect that as soon as he touched the bed, his eyelids would fight and he fell asleep.

Probably the bed was too soft, which made the sleeping insects in the body ready to move, and swept over like a madman.

He had another dream, which seemed more real than ever.

In the dream, he was standing on a mountain road, the steps paved with bluestone stretched all the way, leading straight to nowhere in the sky.Surrounded by lush green mountains and forests, the dense vegetation and trees are shrouded in mist, adding a sense of privacy.

He stepped on the stone steps step by step, and the greenery in the forest became lighter as he went up, until a stone archway, no matter whether it was light green, gray green, or dark green, was replaced by a sheet of white snow.It is the snow that never retreats all the year round, and there has never been any other color of white for many years.

A few white-clothed monks stood in front of the stone gate, some of them even had frost-colored hair, almost blending into the layers of snow.

Qi Lin couldn't see their faces clearly, but he intuitively felt that these were the elders of Jianzong.

He heard his own voice, word by word, resoundingly: "I'm here to rob people."

Qi Lin recalled this memory.This was when he went to Yancang Mountain.During the Lantern Festival that year, Qi Lin caught a glimpse by the Qinhuai River, thinking that the indifferent sword cultivator under the tree was bound to win, and pursued him all the way, and even went to Jianzong alone to beg for someone.

It would take him three days to describe this story.

The elders looked at each other when they heard the words, flicked their wide sleeves standing in the middle, and said coldly: "There is no one the Demon Emperor wants here."

"Yes." Qi Lin glared at him and said, "I'm here to grab love."

Before the elder could speak, he was robbed by another person next to him: "Madman!"

That elder had a mustache, and his beard trembled violently when he spoke, and it must have made Qi Lin very angry.

"Zhong Qing is the next suzerain of the Sword Sect, and he should cut off love and lust and go to the avenue, please don't stop Qi Lin." Elder Shuang Fa persuaded calmly.

Qi Lin glanced lazily over the four of them, raised his eyebrows halfway and said: "I want people, but I can't let you."

"Besides, how do you know that he doesn't want to go with me, but would rather be that cold stone man?"

"Since fellow daoists insist on entanglement, don't blame the four of us for being ruthless." The leader elder said, and drew the epee on his back.

Those who practice epee are rare in the world.In ancient times, the epee was often used as a weapon for the army to fight on the battlefield.However, its high requirements for users limited the size of the army, so the epee was gradually forgotten by the barracks not long after.Among the monks, those who can repair heavy swords must also be able to repair knives, and this situation can also be seen.

Qi Lin asked leisurely: "If I win against the four of you, can I leave with Zhong Qing?"

"It's just boasting!" Elder Hu said, "If you can beat us, don't talk about falling in love, you can choose from all the disciples of the Sword Sect!"

Qi Lin smiled and said: "What do I want my disciples to do, I don't lack any servants, just love is enough."

The elder with the mustache snorted angrily, and the silver light in his hand was shining brightly.Qi Lin raised his head, and saw dozens of sword blades gathered behind him with thousands of lights, those sharp blades seemed to contain the icy cold air of the entire Yancang Mountain, just one glance, it was daunting.

Qi Lin took out the iron fan at his waist. With a sound of "swipe", the iron fan unfolded, revealing the hollow carved fan surface.When seeing this fan for the first time, no one would regard it as a weapon, they would only think that it was something that Qi Lin ordered the mortal blacksmith to make on a whim.

The eyes of the elder mustache froze, and the blades behind him automatically wound around Qi Lin's body in unison.The latter flicked the iron fan, and the fan surface drew an arc in the air, colliding with the flying sword blade.

It seems to tear the long wind and break the void.Qi Lin's body is like light catkins, and between turns, he is like a flying bird stepping on the snow, leaving no trace.

The black clothes were smeared in the vast snow, like rice paper with ink on it.The ink blots spread out flexibly, like a painting of ink painting.

With a movement of Qi Lin's fingers, the iron fan closed and fell back into the palm of his hand.The fan bone tapped lightly on a flying sword, the two spiritual forces collided, and the gust of wind blew away several feet of flying snow.

Elder Shuangfa also jumped up, and the long sword barely slashed across Qi Lin's face.The sword's edge cut the iron like mud, and cut off half of Qi Lin's hair in just a split second.

The iron fan hit the spirit blade again, making a crisp sound of "Ding--".All the spirit swords were broken and turned into thousands of points of silver light that melted into the snow.

Qi Lin turned sideways again, and the fan spread out like a peacock spreading its tail, touching Elder Shuangfa's sword.There seemed to be a mighty force in the sword, it made the fan hum and tremble, and his tiger's mouth was instantly paralyzed.

The numbness was like a wave, from his arms all the way up, and gradually spread to all parts of his body, forcing his limbs and bones to start screaming.

"Stop it, Fellow Daoist Qi Lin." Jianxiu, who was carrying an epee, said aloud, his voice was like a torrent of bells, sweeping towards Qi Lin with spiritual power.

"Do not."

Qi Lin gritted his teeth, clenched the iron fan tightly and waved out a gust of wind, forcefully using the iron fan like a sword.The wind was mixed with half of his spiritual power, and hit Elder Shuangfa's chest fiercely, forcing him back several times.

The elder with the mustache wanted to summon the sword again, Qi Linkong dodged a gust of sword wind, and swung several wind blades, trapping the elder with the mustache a few feet away from him.

With the gust of wind approaching, Qi Lin had no choice but to turn around and face him with a fan.The cold iron collided, and the dull sound resounded through the mountain. Qi Lin had to bend his knees due to the tremendous pressure, and the tiger's mouth, which had been numb before, even felt torn apart.

A few red plum blossoms fell on the snow, and the elder persuaded again: "Fellow Taoist, please turn around."

"No." Qi Lin wiped away the remaining blood around his mouth with one hand, bent his knees, straightened his legs and swiped, taking advantage of the sword cultivator's avoidance, he quickly backed away.

A crack appeared in his iron fan at last, and it will die soon.

With spiritual power overwhelmed, Qi Lin turned his gaze to the four people present, and laughed: "There are still two."

He moved his fingers, and the iron fan twirled in his hand and spread it on his chest.

"Stop."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if you can give me some starfish_(:з」∠)_