Fengguixu

The morning light shines through the panes into the quiet small room.

There are rows of herbal medicine racks in the room, and the center is occupied by a huge wooden barrel, which contains a strange green liquid, and the person sitting in it is topless, with his long eyes closed.

Shen Xu sat next to the wooden barrel, dazed by the soaring smell of medicine that filled the room, and stretched out his hand more than once to check Feng Yin's breath, for fear that he would be killed by the smoke before he soaked in it.

"Don't worry, he's fine, he won't die for a while, but you, who have been with you for three nights, can't hold it even if it's hard, go and rest." The bald-headed Samadhi was still throwing some Weird herbal medicine, as a doctor, he upholds the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and muttered perfunctorily, "It seems that these few flavors are not good, well, maybe we should increase the dose and leave it ten Eight catties."

Shen Xu blinked dully: "..."

Just don't move.

Samadhi is not a very kind person, he was benevolent if he tried to persuade him once, he called Feng Yin again, and couldn't help but marvel at him: "Fate is big, this kid is really big."

Shen Xu's eyes lit up: "The master is saying that he can still be saved?"

"No, the pulse has fluctuated to this point, and the monk is surprised that he is not dead yet." Sanmai said angrily, "That's right, if you hadn't used your internal force to suppress the cold poison in his body when it finally broke out, you would have come to the capital He died thousands of times on the way. Alas, the so-called illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread. It is absolutely impossible to completely cure this birth-born cold disease. You have seen it these days, monk I don't think it's troublesome. I have tried not to mention thousands of herbs for dispelling cold and generating heat. There are also seven or eight hundred pieces, and they have little effect. You can't tell when it will be gone, you can only take one step at a time, and take it day by day, so don't have too much hope."

After Shen Xu listened to it, it took a long while before he nodded calmly, but his fingers resting on the edge of the barrel turned pale, "Thank you, Master."

"Don't thank me." Sanmai frowned cowardly, "If Aunt Lan didn't beg me, I wouldn't want to take on this drudgery."

Shen Xu respectfully said: "The master will tell Lingmei for me, senior benevolence and righteousness, I am very grateful."

"You don't have to thank me." Sanmai said, "You and the one surnamed Feng first ruined Old Monster Qiu, and then you chopped off Old Monster Qiu's arm, and you directly disabled the Star Picker. It's too late for her to thank you after she uttered her old anger. Besides, if you ask the monk to tell her, the monk doesn't know where she is, and now she's serving her precious daughter all day long, so how can she have the time to talk to us?"

Everything seems to have been done unintentionally, due to a coincidence, it was doomed long ago.

Shen Xu smiled wryly: "Senior Lan Gu has found his beloved daughter and enjoyed the family happiness again. Congratulations."

One word to the east, one word to the other, and the two of them started talking.Sanmai glanced at the green stubble growing on Shen Xu's chin, and couldn't help asking: "Shen Shaoxia, everyone in the world now says that you and this phoenix devil... so what, cough, it's better than Long Yang, cough, it's true." This matter?" Looking at his posture of guarding Feng Yin's every step, it is indeed suspicious.

Shen Xu didn't answer, but asked instead: "Master's martial arts come from the Wanxiang lineage, rumor has it that you have a very close relationship with Zen Master Shi Yuan..."

"Hey! Fart, fart, don't talk nonsense!" Samadhi was like a firecracker that was on fire at one point, and immediately started to spin around the barrel, scratching his head, "I'm with Shi Yuan, that old bald donkey, and you and Feng Yin. , That's different, that's very different! How can they be confused! Fart, fart! Hey, the water is cold, monk, go boil some more water!"

After speaking, the man broke through the door like his butt was on fire.

Shen Xu: "..."

He vaguely seemed to know something serious.

The small room returned to calm, and the compelling medicinal fragrance rushed up again, along the trachea and throat, infiltrating the lungs.

After sitting for a while, Shen Xu felt a little sleepy, so he shook out the wooden comb from his sleeve, walked around to Feng Yin's back, and combed his hair that was damp with water vapor.

Three thousand threads of trouble, half black and white, tangled into a knot, Shen Xu combed and spoke in a low voice.

"If I knew that you would fall into a coma after getting drunk, I would never allow you to drink."

It's a long story, but recalling it is like a dream.

Three days ago, when the two arrived in the capital city, Feng Yin got off the carriage and dragged Shen Xu to the restaurant.At that time, he could still talk and laugh, begging for wine with the cheek.Shen Xu couldn't bear his flabbergasted face against his peerless beauty, and was momentarily dazzled by the beauty, so he let go.Shen Xu couldn't remember exactly how much he drank. Just when he was feeling drunk, Feng Yin got a piano from somewhere, and finished playing the song "Feng Qiuhuang" that he hadn't finished a long time ago, and in front of many people. face, bowed his head and kissed him.

In a daze, many sisters and grandparents were booing and whistling, Shen Xu was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and slip down on the spot, and also drunk, his whole body was as red as a boiled crab.

That's not to mention, Feng Yin carried two jars of Nur Hong in his left hand, Shen Xu in his right hand, ran down the restaurant, and rushed into the silk and satin shop next door.

Under the meaningful eyes of the proprietress, he spent some money and bought two bright red groom's suits, which were the most fashionable styles and the best satin at the moment.

It is still difficult for Shen Xu to explain why he went crazy with Feng Yin that day, maybe it was caused by alcohol, maybe it was because he wanted to take advantage of the wine to fulfill his original intentions, when he was wearing wedding clothes and walking side by side with Feng Yin in the sunlight, Lin Xu felt ashamed. The winter wind seemed to be less cold, and the curious eyes of people around him seemed less unbearable. He breathed heavily against the wind, his chest was filled with some kind of sweet and warm liquid, and he had to desperately Lifting the corners of the mouth carefully, so as not to let the liquid overflow from the corners of the eyes.

They worshiped and got married in a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city.

The clay sculpture of Guan Erye lost half of his golden body.

"Has the deity become ugly?" Feng Yin was still as smug as ever.

The fiery red wedding clothes made him weaker and more haggard. Even if he was a fairy descending from the earth, he would not be too beautiful when his bones were seriously ill.

Shen Xu caressed his face gently, coaxing: "You are so pretty."

"Shen Xu, you don't even know how to lie." Feng Yin curled her lips into a smile, grabbed his hand, and pecked it lightly on her lips.

There was a fine itching sensation in the pulp of his fingers, Shen Xu curled up his fingers, and instead held the person, the other trembling hand went to untie Feng Yin's belt.

"What to do?" Feng Yin stopped his restless hand.

Shen Xu took it for granted: "Of course you get married, you have to enter the bridal chamber."

Feng Yin is dumb: "Here?"

Shen Xu nodded firmly: "Yes, it's right here."

Feng Yin raised his eyes to look at Erye Guan who was carrying the Qinglong Yanyue Saber, his expression was gloomy, and he let go of his hand after a while, raised his eyebrows with great interest, took a step back, and looked at him motionlessly.

The meaning seems to be: that's fine, let the deity see what you are capable of.

Shen Xu felt a strange pressure, he searched for limited knowledge in his mind, and first untied Feng Yin's belt.

His clothes were scattered, and he peeled Feng Yin naked inside and out like a zongzi, and then he became confused, his eyes wandered, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"How about the deity?" Feng Yin's hoarse voice carried a smile that cannot be ignored.

Shen Xu was embarrassed, and glanced at him hastily, not daring to look down at all, and nodded indiscriminately: "Very, very good."

He stripped the person naked, and just stuck in place like a wooden stake, his fair face gradually turned red.

Feng Yin probably felt that if he didn't raise a few words, they could stand in this stalemate until dawn, so she said, "It's cold."

With a poke, Shen Xu immediately picked up the clothes and wanted to put them on again for him.

Feng Yin was a little helpless: "I want you to hug me."

"Oh." The tips of Shen Xu's ears were also red now, he quickly opened his arms to hug him, and stumbled, "Well, then what?"

The body in his arms was so alive, he vaguely knew what to do, but his heart was beating so hard that he couldn't concentrate.

Feng Yin slowly raised his chin, and Shen Xu saw that those eyes were full of love like spring water.Warm breath approached, and Shen Xu heard a deep voice slowly bewitching in his ear: "The night is long, let you pick."

Shen Xu licked his lips.

The next thing will be a matter of course.

Men are always self-taught and tireless in this matter.

Shen Xu originally thought that as long as he was active enough and he was on top, Feng Yin wouldn't be tired, but in fact, he could control himself, but he couldn't control this demon.Charming and lingering, presumptuous and romantic.Fengyin has many ways to torture people, which makes you feel pain and joy at the same time.Whenever Shen Xu wanted to escape, Feng Yin would grab his ankles and drag him back.Shen Xu gradually realized that he was feeding a tiger with his body, and Feng Yin was not only a tiger that ate people without spitting out bones, but also a lunatic who wanted to have fun without dying.In the end, Shen Xu couldn't stand it anymore, and wept aggrievedly.

Only then did Feng Yin stop, using her tongue to wipe away the tears on his face, and smiled sullenly: "You seduced me, why are you crying now?"

"I don't want it anymore." Shen Xu's face was wet, whether it was sweat or tears, he frowned and pushed him, "You, get out."

Feng Yin didn't listen, she held him in her arms in a different position, put on her clothes, brushed his hair from his shoulders and kissed his neck: "It's easy for God to give up, but it's hard for God to bear it."

"Then don't move." Shen Xu closed his eyes, hissed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

After three or two strokes, Feng Yin really didn't move, and called softly: "Shen Xu."

Shen Xu was so tired that he didn't even want to lift his fingers, so he snorted almost coquettishly: "Huh?"

"I'm obsessed with you." Feng Yin sniffed his body, like a male wolf licking and licking a little white rabbit with its barb on its tongue.He hugged the rabbit in his arms even tighter with both arms, as if trying to embed it into his ribs.

Shen Xu felt the pain, turned his head and bit Feng Yin's Adam's apple.

Well, rabbits do bite when they are in a hurry.A lazy chuckle overflowed from Feng Yin's throat, and he didn't move.

Shen Xu clenched his teeth, looked at the two rows of neat tooth marks on the protruding Adam's apple with satisfaction, and felt a little pained, he leaned over to put the wet lips on the marks, and licked: "I like you too."

"Understood." Feng Yin narrowed his eyes, rubbed the tailbone of the man in his arms with his wide palm, and said slowly, "Do you remember? It was also in a ruined temple that day, Ximen Ningyan disappeared, Pei Yusheng had nothing to love, Looking for death."

Hearing this, Shen Xu's back was slightly stiff, and he snuggled into his arms without saying a word.

Feng Yin moved maliciously: "Ask you, talk."

The electric current jumped to the tips of the fingers, like a torture, Shen Xu gritted his teeth: "Remember."

Feng Yin: "Then do you still remember how I released Pei Yu?"

Shen Xu also remembered.

He has always had a good memory, and he remembers everything with Feng Yin clearly.

Feng Yin asked Pei Yu—"Thinking of her, thinking of her and waiting for her, is it really more painful than dying? If you die, you will have nothing. If you are alive, at least you can still miss her, miss her and wait for her. If she is really unlucky, Your memories with her are the only connection you have with her in this life, don't you have the heart to cut off this last connection with your own hands?"

"What do you want to say?" Shen Xu subconsciously grabbed the clothes under his body.

"I want you to live." Feng Yin kissed his hot eyelids. After the storm, such a light kiss seemed so gentle, "Live with my nostalgia for this world, with our common memories."

The figure outside the door swayed, interrupting the lingering thoughts.

Shen Xu got up, pushed the door and went out.

"Sect Master Lingxiao sent someone to deliver a letter." Cang Ming waited outside the door, offering the letterhead sealed with fiery red lacquer with both hands.

Shen Xu took it and opened the letter.

"The letter said that the holy religion was divided into three. Qin Chen led some of the congregants to leave and established the Yingtian Sect. Hao Budong was aggressive and established his own school to establish the Huanxi Sect. Yan Fu and other elders stayed in Tianchi to The Holy Cult was renamed Chengguang Sect." Shen Xu handed the letter paper to Cang Ming, "Now these three families want to win over Feng Yin, and use Feng Yin's reputation to establish their own orthodox position."

Now that Cang Ming has regarded Shen Xu as his half master, he naturally asked: "What do you think, sir, how should we choose?"

"Choose?" Shen Xu shook his head, "There's no need to be so troublesome, just say that Feng Yin is dead and let them fight for it themselves."

Cang Ming cupped his fists: "Yes."

After speaking, he looked into the crack of the door.

Shen Xu stepped aside, rubbing the space between his eyebrows: "I haven't woken up yet, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Cang Ming withdrew his gaze: "It still doesn't work."

Shen Xu nodded, turned around and wanted to enter the house.

Cang Ming called him hesitantly: "Shen Langjun, there are some things that my subordinates don't know whether to say or not."

Shen Xu paused: "But it's okay to say."

Cang Ming held the saber in his arms, and said in a cold tone, "If Mr. Lang can go to Naihe Palace and take a look, you can see that the whole palace is covered with glazed lotus lanterns."

Cang Ming also said: "My lord often plays the piano alone, always playing the same piece of music, and he doesn't finish playing the piece every time, because he said that when the piece ends, people will leave, and he still doesn't want to leave."

Cang Ming added: "In the past three years, the lord has issued three hunting and killing orders. He just hopes that one day he can see Langjun being harassed beyond endurance, so he can let go of the phoenix, so that he can see you in a legitimate way."

"The fox named Ugly Slave ran away later. His lord locked himself in the room without food or drink and was angry for three days. After a while, he said that a fox is a fox, and he didn't know how to raise it. He left without leaving any thoughts. After a while, he said to forgive it, as long as it is happy. In fact, what does he care about is a fox?"

"My lord...he misses you so much."

The majestic seven-foot man in Cang Ming stood in the wind, crying so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

Shen Xu sighed, his eyes didn't know where to fall, and he said softly, "Why am I not?"

Feng Yin fell into a coma for more than a month.

Shen Xu feeds him water, wipes his body and soaks in medicinal baths every day, and when the sun is good, he moves him out to bask in the sun after a long time, fearing that he will be bored, and even buys a script from the market and reads to him sentence by sentence.

After reading a lot of story books, Shen Xu acquired a lot of strange knowledge, often making himself blush.

Today I read how Zhang San, who looked like Pan An, pretended to be a charming little lady, and Li Si was so fascinated that he couldn't sleep. The two were kissing their little mouths, and Li Si moved his hands up and down. Suspicion arose, and when he read the tense part, the person on the recliner suddenly moved his fingers.

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