After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

The man only left him a slender back, without even turning his head: "Tomorrow, you move back to Changzhao Hall."

Um?Finally let him go back?Has the sick man figured it out, or is he testing him?

Su Wan's mind was active, and he had many suspicions at once, and after the rapid changes, he finally lowered his eyes and smiled: "Okay, I will listen to my brother."

No matter what means he has, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. Let's take a step and see.

In the end, he looked up at the trees full of flowers: It's a pity that we can't see this crabapple anymore.

Xu Qingyi knows well why there must be a demon if something abnormal happens.

Obviously it was a crabapple that he had raised with his own hands for many years, but once it bloomed, he only saw the afterglow of the west wind, and the emperor crowed.

The same is true for flowers, let alone a human being, if this person is allowed to stay in Shuowei Peak, maybe one day, the cold poison in his body will become uncontrollable like this suddenly blooming crabapple.

He must, must restore all this.

Changzhao Hall was built on Yanyan Peak, with white walls and green tiles, majestic and majestic, but it is less popular than Fusheng Hall.

The original owner likes cleanliness much more than Xu Qingyi. In the empty hall, only nineteen doormen are responsible for taking care of it. The tea in the tea has never been cold.

But he is not the original owner, and the habits of the two are naturally different. Except for this long hair, which needs Nineteen's help to comb it, he doesn't need it at all.

Su Wan has always disliked the three thousand threads of trouble, and even had the idea of ​​shaving it clean, but was stopped by the system on the grounds that damage to the original owner's appearance would deduct the bonus.

Finally, a guy who is not afraid of him and can help him tie his hair is a lot more worry-free.

When a mouthful of steaming tea was brought to his mouth, Su Wan couldn't help but put down his cup: "Change to a cold one."

The young man waiting at the side seemed to be shocked by the sound of thunder, and knelt down with a "plop", knocked his head on the ground, and made a heavy muffled sound: "It's nineteen-eyed, nineteen deserves to die, please calm the anger of the palace master."

"I asked you to change a cup of tea, but I didn't let you die, so get up quickly."

He said something casually, thinking of the scene in his dream that he saw Shijiu being beaten with blood all over his face by the original owner, he knew that this person should have suffered a lot in the hands of the original owner.

The boy took the teacup tremblingly, and hurriedly walked to the table for a cup of cold tea.

Su Wan wanted to lie down on the wicker chair for a while, but when he turned his head and saw that Nineteen brought the tea and put it away, then he knelt down on his knees and held up the bamboo strip he had brought from nowhere. Rolled a bit, and issued a timid voice: "Please punish the palace master!"

One end of the bamboo strip has been worn for a long time, and it has turned a dry color early.

Su Wan took the bamboo stick, and saw the boy with his shoulders drooping and his eyes closed, looking pitifully obediently being beaten.

The habit of being forced out is a horrible thing, it makes people tame and numb, knowing that they will be bruised and bruised, but they still bite the bullet and rush forward.

Originally there was only one doorman in this temple, and he still expected this boy to tie his hair!

After waiting for a long time, the familiar whipping did not arrive as expected. The young man was puzzled, and opened his eyes cautiously, just in time to see the bamboo stick turned into ashes in the hands of the palace master, and the man smiled at him, gently and smilingly. Looking into his eyes: "From now on, no one will beat you."

He drank the tea in the cup, stood up from the rattan chair, and walked slowly outside the hall: "Remember, prepare herbal tea next time."

Nineteen was stunned in place, and tremblingly grasped his clothes when he came back to his senses.

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After the usual messy black hair was tied up with the Ulan emerald jade crown, Su Wan looked like a dog.

He took a special look at the progress of the mountain repair. The scorched soil was knotted together and hard, and it took a lot of effort. The small workers did nothing but dig the soil every day. They were so tired that their bodies were sore and weak, and their eyes were blind.

Even so, their progress is still 0.1%.

In order to prevent these little Taoist priests from dying of exhaustion on the mountain and causing Mr. Meng Qi to sue him in front of the sick young man, Su Wan stared at a white-bellied mountain mouse digging a hole by the stream. It had black and yellow fur on its back and a tail. Thick and long, with a thief-like light in his two black eyes.

If we talk about digging holes, they must be the best rats. Therefore, the white-bellied mountain rat who was digging a hole was "kidnapped". At the same time, there were also It has hundreds of relatives and friends.

The little Taoist priests have not healed from the injuries they suffered a few days ago, their faces are black and swollen, their eyes are looking up dully, and there is no expression in their eyes. The fatigue of the past few days has left them without the strength to talk to each other. Silently hoeing the ground and turning the soil, the movements are mechanical and simple.

"What, are you tired?"

The clear tone came from behind him, and everyone who was shocked immediately tensed up and shook their heads crazily: "Not tired or tired! It is my honor to serve the Palace Master!"

"After working for so many days, I haven't seen any results at all. What a waste!"

Su Wan landed in the enchantment, opened the bulging spirit storage bag, hundreds of white-bellied mountain rats poured out of the bag, guided by their spiritual consciousness, the group of black-eyed rats carried billowing dust, forming patches of self The ground arches and spreads towards the top of the mountain. The scene is very spectacular.

The little Taoist priests were eye-opening and could not take their eyes off it.

In the time of half a stick of incense, all the scorched earth was turned over, and the white-bellied mountain mouse also got into the ground and disappeared.

Xiao Pangdun thought of being exhausted by the work of digging the soil these days, and finally a savior came to save them, so he burst into tears, and his emotion was beyond words: "Master, it is really great for you to help us so much. Very good!"

Ning Xuansheng cupped his hands and saluted: "Thank you, Palace Master, for your help!"

The others wiped away the bitter tears from the corners of their eyes, and looked at the young man who was as tall as jade with admiration: "Hall Master, you are really amazing!"

I can't even look at the system anymore, and automatically climbed out: "Didn't they help you? Why did you help them?"

Su Wan didn't help them, at most he "let go" them a little while saving himself trouble.

These little Taoist priests have been suffering for a long time, and once someone gives them some sweetness, they will be grateful, even if that person is the chief culprit of their pain.

He didn't care about whether he was grateful or not, and besides, the Xiuling Mountain had just passed the digging project, and there was still a matter of planting new seedlings, which was enough for them to be busy for a while.

It may be that planting new seedlings is much easier than going to the scorched earth. The little Taoist priests work hard like chicken blood, humming two hometown tunes from time to time every day, which is quite different from the lifeless appearance in the past.

At sunset, several teenagers wiped the sweat from their foreheads, glanced at each other, and suddenly ran together under the huge Xuanyuan cypress tree.

"do not bother me."

The young man's clothes were hanging down on the tree, although he heard the movement, he didn't turn his head to take a look, he was still staring at the dense branches and leaves, as if in a daze.

The teenagers knelt down neatly, and Ning Xuansheng dragged a thick roll of paper with both hands: "The disciples took the liberty to bother the Hall Master. They came here to send a letter of repentance. I hope the Hall Master forgives their sins."

Repentance?They dig the ground slowly, but there is no need to write a special letter of repentance.

Su Wan was speechless in her heart, and heard Ning Xuansheng say: "It was a big mistake for the disciples to verbally confront the Palace Master before. I wrote a close-up letter of repentance to show my heart of repentance. The Palace Master is kind and helped regardless of past suspicions. Great kindness, disciples and others will surely repay you with springs."

After the words fell, the paper in his hand was burned by the boundless fire, and the young man said indifferently: "Get lost."

These little devils are of no use to him except for growing new seedlings, so he doesn't want them to repay him and cause him trouble.

Ning Xuansheng lowered his eyes in bewilderment, silently withdrew his raised hand, and walked back with his juniors.

Far away on the pitch-black scorched earth, everyone was packing up their utensils. Little Pang Dun said with some regret: "The Palace Master didn't read the letter of repentance we wrote, he must still be angry with us."

"How could it be? The Hall Master helped us to teach Senior Brother Zhao and the others a lesson. Speaking of which, Senior Brother Zhao hasn't come to see us for a long time since what happened last time."

Someone mentioned this, which made the atmosphere much more relaxed and lively.

"Hall Master... he is actually a good person."

Ning Xuansheng picked up the shovel on the ground, bent down, and the fluorescent jade pendant slipped out from his skirt, dangling around his neck.

Little Fatty walked forward with a bucket in his hand, but was blocked by a protruding stone without noticing, he staggered, he fell a big somersault, and the bucket in his hand rolled out uncontrollably.

Hearing "Ouch", he raised his head hastily, and found that the bucket rolled far away, and the remaining water spilled out of the bucket, wetting the soap boots of the blue-clothed disciple in front of him.

Little Fatty had no time to worry about being bruised, got up from the ground in a panic, stepped forward and asked worriedly: "Brother! Are you alright?"

In Nanhua Dao, the disciples of the outer sect are under the supervision of the elder Meng Qijun, the deacon of the outer sect, and wear gray clothes; the disciples of the inner sect are supervised by the elder He Jing, the deacon of the inner sect, and wear green clothes, while the direct disciples of the hall master wear blue clothes.

Right now, one of these two people is wearing blue clothes and the other is wearing green clothes. Naturally, they are the direct disciples and inner disciples of some hall master.

"Where did the fat pig come from! How dare you dirty our Senior Brother Fang's boots if you don't have eyes!"

The man in green was lean and thin, with a mean look on his face.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose, brother, I'll clean it up for you!"

Little Fatty shrank his pupils, very frightened, he squatted down and tried to wipe him off with his sleeve.

Unexpectedly, the blue-clothed disciple moved his feet back, his handsome face was full of disgust: "It's disgusting! Don't touch me!"

"Junior Brother Qiu, what's wrong?"

Ning Xuansheng and others came over, saw the two of them, hurriedly saluted and said: "I have seen the two senior brothers."

The blue-clothed boy glanced over them contemptuously, and finally landed on the jade pendant hanging around the neck of the person in front of him. His eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested.

Seeing his expression, the green-clothed disciple understood, his eyes rolled quickly, and he had a bad idea in his mind: "Our senior brother Fang's soap boots are extremely precious, and since you have soiled them, I don't want to embarrass you too much, seeing how fat you are!" It looks like it must have hidden a lot of oil and water, so I will pay you ten spirit stones!"

"Ten?"

Little Fatty shook his head like a rattle, wondering: "I don't have that much money. Brother, this water is clean, not dirty at all, I'll wipe it for you..."

Without saying a word, the disciple in blue kicked him on the jawbone with [-]% force.

The person squatting on the ground rolled to the ground in an instant, he howled in pain, his jaw was swollen, several teeth were broken, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Junior Brother Qiu certainly made a mistake first, but he has already apologized. Why do the two senior brothers insist on doing something to Junior Brother Qiu?"

Ning Xuansheng stepped forward to help him up, furious in his heart, his eyebrows were thick and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he was going to seek justice from the two of them.

"You don't seem very convinced?"

The mean-looking man stepped forward, took out a short stick from behind, and poked him hard on the shoulder.

His chest was churning, and his voice was like thunder: "Dare to ask the two senior brothers, as inner disciples and direct disciples, can you bully others at will!"

"you!"

The disciple in green didn't expect him to be so tough, he punched him on the cheek and knocked him to the ground.

Sure enough, the fight started again, and there was really no way to stop it.

Su Wan had a panoramic view of all this, Ning Xuan was born with a strong temper and would never give in to evil things, so he was easily targeted, and his jade pendant was too expensive, it would indeed bring him some unnecessary disasters.

Spiritual knowledge is based on the five senses, and before he turned his head, he also learned that the blue-clothed boy pointed at Ning Xuansheng's jade pendant: "The color is good, anyway, your junior brother has no money, why don't you just use that piece of jade as compensation!"

The short Taoist priest on the side frowned, and quickly rushed over to block Ning Xuansheng: "Don't even think about it! This is a relic of Brother Ning and his mother, how can I give it to you!"

"I'm not discussing with you!"

The blue-clothed boy's voice became cold, and he flew forward, several sword qi condensed from his body, and hit the little gray-clothed Taoist priest with a "swoosh".

Ning Xuansheng and the others wanted to block it, but their strength was vastly different, they just raised their hands and touched the sword energy, and they were shaken to the ground, rolling on the ground in pain!

Someone tore off the jade pendant on his chest, and said with a sneer, "If you are toasting, you will not be fined."

Seeing that the jade pendant was taken away, the man got the strength from somewhere, and hugged the boy's leg cruelly: "Give it back to me!"

This obviously annoyed the man in blue, he mercilessly slapped Ning Xuansheng on the head with all his strength.

This palm can be said to have used all its strength, and it must have cost his life.

This time Su Wan saw it clearly, a wisp of white smoke suddenly emerged from the jade pendant, and took the shape of a human, tightly protecting the gray-clothed boy.

He finally understood why Ning Xuansheng was the one with the least injuries every time they were bullied. It turned out that it was because of this jade pendant.

Even so, the powerful energy waves brought out by the palm of the man in blue still penetrated his body, breaking up the white shadow protecting him, causing his seven orifices to bleed, painful, and dizzy.

But he still clung to this man's clothes, wishing he could scratch his flesh with his nails, and said viciously: "My aunt left it for me! Give it back to me!"

"Senior Brother Ning!"

The others also ignored the injuries on their bodies, and rushed towards the young man aggressively, wanting to help their senior brother.

"Unbelievable!"

The green-clothed disciple sneered, raised his short stick, his figure was as fast as a phantom, and his method was vicious, he used the stick technique to slam the hammer on the leg bones of the visitors, wanting them to taste what it would be like to have a broken leg.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and the ground wailed for a while, and the little Taoist priests rolled around in pain clutching their legs.

Ning Xuansheng gritted her teeth, letting others' countless fists land on her body, spitting out blood, and suffering from pain, unwilling to let go, she kept yelling: "Give me back the jade pendant!"

The branches of the cypress trees are covered by verdant green leaves, hiding the tall and tall figure of the young man, only occasionally a tail of soot can be seen swaying with the breeze.

"Master Host, they are so pitiful!" The system was as anxious as an angry old lady.

Su Wan watched coldly: "As a system, you are too emotional."

System: "Please don't compare the high-level me with that low-level system! And the children were really beaten badly!"

"Then what can I do?"

He looked over lightly, and the place where the little Taoist priests were was already outside the enchantment of Nanhua Dao, "I don't blame you, otherwise, you untie me and go rescue them by yourself?"

"Do you like to go or not!"

Su Wan saw that the system was deflated, and smiled slyly, like a scheming fox.

The wind blows fallen leaves in the distance, but the blood stains on the scorched earth cannot be swept away.

The blue-clothed boy had regular facial features, white skin and tender flesh, and his methods of doing things were extremely sinister. He kicked Ning Xuansheng, who was almost unconscious, and looked at the jade pendant in his hand and smiled disdainfully: "I thought it would be long Hall Master Zhao has a vicious temperament and cruel methods, he has already made your life worse than death, now it seems that he is not as good as me!"

Xiao Pangdun was crying in pain, dying, but when he heard this, he became furious. He propped his elbows on the ground with difficulty, and he got up tremblingly: "You are not allowed to say that the Palace Master Bad words!"

"Exactly! The Lord Changzhao is not fierce!"

The short little Taoist priest wiped the blood off his face, his eyes shone brightly and indestructibly, and he clenched his small fists tightly.

"Are you dogs? Do you know how to protect the Lord?"

The green-clothed disciple covered his stomach and laughed, even feeling strange.

Everyone is avoiding this living Hades, how could anyone speak up for the Lord Changzhao?

"So you haven't heard that it depends on the owner to beat a dog?"

A cold voice sounded from behind, and the listener felt as if they were in an ice cellar. It was clear that the sky was bright and bright, but why did the sun suddenly darken, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped them, making people panic.

Hearing this familiar voice, the disciple in green turned his head stiffly like a thorn in his back, the short stick in his hand fell from shock, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

The blue-clothed boy trembled in his heart. When he fell from the high mountain to the bottom of the valley, an unknown force suddenly squeezed his neck tightly. The eye sockets protrude, and the tongue sticks out like a hanged ghost, with a hideous and terrifying appearance.

The young man's unusually handsome face finally appeared in his line of sight, a pair of dark eyes seemed to be able to swallow the living things in the world, even if he smiled, there was no warmth at all.

"I dare to kill Mo Qiuzhe, let alone a barking dog under his feet!"

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-2922:06:52-2022-03-3123:10:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles for a meow in the Forbidden City; 5 bottles for Luxun; 3 bottles for Liqing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!