Soul bound

The sky gradually darkened, and black clouds covered the moon.After the townspeople had dispersed and returned home, Lu Jiuyuan and Chi Lin stepped on the weak Qiong Yao on the ground and walked to the side of the ruins.

Under the night, the devilish energy was stronger than in the daytime.

Peeling off the broken wood on it, a few pieces of sawdust painted with colored ink can be faintly seen, which presumably is part of Cen Ming's portrait.The townspeople seem to respect Cen Ming very much. Although they can't afford a golden body, they must have lost their minds by looking for a skilled craftsman after looking at the inking technique and the fine lines on the wooden blocks.

Everything around is quiet, only the whining of the wind passing by, and the friction between the leaves on the trees.

Lu Chilin looked at the ruins for a long time, and then took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve.

The porcelain vase is brown, and it is glowing with a faint blue light under the moonlight.

This is an ordinary porcelain bottle, and it can't even be sold for a few silver taels.But when Lu Jiuyuan saw it, his eyes dimmed.

Because this porcelain bottle was given to Lu Chilin by himself.

Of course, it would be a shabby item that the master of Lubao could send.Although this porcelain vase is ordinary, the contents inside are hard to find.

Dark cicada.

Lu Chilin unsealed the bottle, and placed the mouth of the bottle on a wooden beam.A small black cicada emerged from the mouth of the bottle. It first circled around the wooden beam twice, and then began to grow as if it had eaten something, from the size of a little finger to the size of a thumb.

The cicada was sent to Lu Jiuyuan by Qinglang. It was rumored that it could eat Qi to find people, but Lu Jiuyuan already had a pink butterfly, so he felt that he didn't need such a superfluous object, so he gave it to Lu Chilin.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he still hasn't lost it.

But why did he pretend not to know him before?

Lu Jiuyuan felt a little annoyed, seeing that Lu Chilin was about to take back the porcelain vase, he unconsciously reached out and clasped Lu Chilin's wrist.

The latter didn't expect his move, and the hand holding the porcelain bottle trembled slightly.

"Mingchan is unique to the Qinglang Sect, where did Futang Lu get it?"

The corners of Lu Jiuyuan's mouth curled up, his brows and eyes were curved, but from Lu Chilin's perspective, he could only see the evil intentions in the phoenix's eyes.

"What's with you?"

Lu Jiuyuan said: "I once gave a cicada to the person next to me. The cicada was also contained in a porcelain vase, which was also blue-brown. Futang Lu said, is it a coincidence?"

The implication is that either Lu Chilin stole the token he gave to Xiao Qing'er, or that Lu Chilin is his Xiao Qing'er.

No matter how ignorant Lu Chilin was, he understood the molestation in his words.

But knowing it is one thing, fighting back is another.Not as good at words as him, he just said dryly: "I don't know."

Lu Jiuyuan's expression darkened, and he wanted to ask another question, but the "satisfied" cicada also flapped its wings and flew up at this moment, and rushed into a narrow alley.

Seeing that Ming Chan had found the trace of the demon man, Lu Chilin naturally didn't want to continue entangled with Lu Jiuyuan in these nosy matters, so he hurried to that brother Xiangzi while avoiding him.

Lu Jiuyuan had no choice but to turn around and follow.

Ming Chan's flying speed was comparable to that of Lu Chilin, but it was faster than Lu Jiuyuan at this time.Lord Lubao tried his best to raise his energy, and poured spiritual power into his feet, trying not to let himself fall too much.

It is really a hairless phoenix, and I have tasted a taste that I have never had before.

Ming Chan took the two of them around for a long time, just when Lu Jiuyuan had a thought of "Is this thing broken?", it suddenly turned around and got into Lu Chilin's sleeve.

In front of you is a house with red walls and green tiles, and a deep courtyard.It should be considered a wealthy family in such a town.

They were in the backyard of the house. Lu Chilin stepped onto the fence and scanned the scenery in the courtyard.

Lu Jiuyuan: "Hiding inside?"

Lu Chilin nodded.

Ming Chan brought them here, indicating that this house must be the hiding place of the demon.

Lu Chilin turned his hand and made a sword formula in the void.

The Flowing Cloud Sword Art can break everything.No matter what kind of concealment method he uses, there is nowhere to hide.

As soon as the nails stopped, a black air gushed out of the south room.

The two didn't stay here anymore, they flew down the wall and rushed into the room.

However, before they touched the door, the wooden door opened by itself!

Immediately afterwards, the black air rushed towards their faces, covering all their sights.

I can't see my fingers, and I can't see the people around me.Lu Jiuyuan called out, "Futang Lu." But there was no response.

He drew the sword at his waist, slashed and lifted his hand, and forcibly made a hole in the darkness in front of him.

His spiritual power is not as good as before, but his sword intent is still there.

The sword wind tore through the black air and drove away the darkness in front of him.

Lu Jiuyuan looked inside, but saw a different world.

There is a tripod incense burner in the room, and there is a desk case at the back, and there are four pieces of study on the case.There is a bookshelf next to it, and a picture of plum hanging on the shelf.In the room on the right hand, the bead curtain falls to the ground, and behind the curtain stands a mahogany table and a bed with a flower cover.

No one is more familiar with this room than Lu Jiuyuan.

Because this is no different from his bedroom in Wanyuan Castle.

Lu Jiuyuan stepped over the threshold and stepped in.Whether it is the furnishings on the bookshelf or the books on the table, they are all like replicas.Lu Jiuyuan opened the bead curtain and walked into the inner room.There were pastries on the table, the candles were dying, and the moonlight streamed in through the windows.

A hand hangs from the side of the bed. This hand is well-articulated, slender and slender, and it is the shape of a man's hand.There is only a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips. It looks like he has practiced swords, but he has only learned a little bit.

Lu Jiuyuan approached.That hand was bare, presumably his master was naked at this time.

His heart began to agitate.

With a pause in his steps, Lu Jiuyuan slowly lifted the curtain covering the bed.

Heartbeat like a drum.It was clear that he was still by his side just now.

The person on the bed seemed to sense that someone was coming, and opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes.

"Castle Master." He said.

He propped himself up to sit up, and the quilt just slid off his body, revealing his upper body covered with marks.

Lu Jiuyuan suddenly became distracted, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be pooled.

His throat was hard, and he responded hoarsely: "Yes."

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and finally Lu Jiuyuan raised his hand to break the silence.

He caressed Lu Chilin's face, tracing his eyebrows and eyes tenderly.His skin was cold, and so were his lines.

Lu Chilin turned his head and rubbed against his hand, and raised his eyelids to meet his gaze.

Lu Jiuyuan's fingertips slid across his lips, then lightly and slowly landed on his chin, and finally touched his neck.

There are still marks on his neck, and Lu Jiuyuan knows that he likes to kiss this place every time he is on the bed, and then nibbles on him, tightly imprisoning him in his arms.

Gradually tightening his fingers, Lu Jiuyuan pinched the fragile part of his body that made him nostalgic.

"It's so similar." Lu Jiuyuan laughed, "I almost can't tell the difference."

The touch on the hand is warm, which is different from that person's cold body all year round.Lu Jiuyuan turned his head away from looking at that face, and with a ruthless hand, he pinched the neck of the thing of unknown origin.

"I have slept with him for so many years, can I still not be able to tell the difference between Xibei goods and the real master?"

Lu Jiuyuan closed his eyes.

He felt the wind slipping past his ears, and the breath around him rushed into one place.

Listening to the wind is the method of distinguishing positions for superior monks.

Trapped in an illusion, everything you see can be false, but only the breath and the sound of the wind can't lie.

With the sword raised, Lu Jiuyuan held the sword flower in his hand, and with a move, the blue sea tide surged towards the place where the air currents meet.

Bihai Chaosheng is the sword technique that Lu Shantang realized after sitting quietly by the Qianjiang River for three days.

The river flows eastward, with silver waves in one line, endless and majestic.

The tide of the Chunjiang River connects to the sea, and the moon and the sea coexist.

As soon as this move is performed, the surrounding wind sounds like being on the banks of the Qiantang River, the Qianjiang tide is rolling in from the sky, carrying the silver waves of the sky and the force of ten thousand junctures, burying mountains and filling the sea, it is unstoppable.

A crack opened at the place where the air currents met, and the gap gradually extended until it tore the entire room apart.

Lu Jiuyuan heard a cracking sound.

The ebb and flow.

He slowly opened his eyes, dreaming broken.