My claws must be on it

Qingsheng had planned to coax her sick little apprentice, and take her back to pamper her well. Since then, there has been a good story about the filial piety of the master and apprentice, and just after she put on the mask and planned to leave together, it turned out that a misty mist came, and she was so scared to find her. Yang stood in front of her and almost burst out of the dragon body.

But Qingsheng felt very familiar, and waved her hand before stopping Xunyang, and when the fragrance rose, she was extremely sleepy.Opening her eyes again, she was already sitting upright in the forest pavilion, and the white mist covered her calves.

The forest is quiet and silent, the dark green sea waves are stirred up by the wind, and the tea fragrance in the pavilion is steaming, and the tip of the leaves in the sandalwood cup is slightly bitter.

She was wearing a white silk that was as long as her ankles, and only the edge was decorated with vermilion circles, revealing a lazy and secluded taste, while covering up the clothes on her body that were torn by Xunyang.

This is Fuzhu's Menglin Mountain.

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Then Qingsheng slowly picked up the teacup and blew on it, staring at the depths of the forest.There came a beautiful big white deer with eyes like water, and when it walked past a short tree, it tilted its head to let its horns show.

"Fuzhu?" Qingsheng tried to call it.

"...Who are you calling?" At this time, a faint voice of anger came from the opposite side of her.

Qingsheng turned his head, only to see that at some point, someone came to the empty chair.

An elegant fairy was leaning opposite her, with long sleeves covering her mouth and drinking tea, she was putting her hands down.That is her best friend, Layman Menglinshan, venerable husbands.

Fu Zhu was born with a pair of distant mountain eyebrows, below which are narrow and long willow-leaf eyes, and his pulse is shallow and sentimental.Her figure is also slender, not as exquisite and soft as Qingsheng, but more elegant.In terms of temperament, compared to Qingsheng's cold and arrogant, she is lighter, calmer, more polite, and more like the kind of secluded fairy with a lupine fan respected in ancient times.

Seeing the person, Qingsheng immediately praised Gaoya secretly, and the plan to go home to seduce his apprentice was put on hold.She could see how much her husband seemed to care about her... And the story told by this friend who had known her for thousands of years was also melodious, not inferior to Xun Yang's.

Do husbands and Qingsheng have feelings?As she thought about it, she said, "Sorry, I thought it was you."

Fu Zhu stretched out his hand to caress the white deer's chin, patted it on the head, and told it to leave. Hearing the words, Ruo Ruo Fei said angrily, "I know nonsense." The voice was slow and clear, not angry, but intimate.

Qingsheng shook his head: "I don't want to talk to you about this, you 'seek' me, what's the matter?"

Fu Zhu thought for a while, covered his eyelashes and poured tea, and used seemingly arrogant words, hoping to take care of her face calmly: "You are a Jiazi, and no one will drink tea with me in Menglin Mountain in the future."

Qing Sheng said: "Then you have to be responsible for sending me back. You can see that I don't have the cultivation level to walk out of Menglin by myself."

Fu Zhu slightly frowned, and finally asked tentatively: "Why didn't you recover after your retreat day? And just now... I smelled the blood of the demon dragon. Is it Xunyang? Why is she..." Imprisoned you?

Qing Sheng did not speak.

Fuzhu sighed in his heart: She knew she couldn't talk to Qingsheng like this.She was a little older than Qingsheng for two years, and she grew up with Qingsheng. She knew that this good friend of hers was arrogant and conceited. With her clothes torn and such a shame, how could she answer?

Unexpectedly, Qing Sheng stared at her for a long time, then suddenly curled his lips slightly... The voice was murmuring and smiling: "Fu Zhu, are you worried?"

Fu Zhu suddenly saw a curtain of ice and snow melting into spring, his fingers holding the tea moved slightly, and he was in a trance for a while: "You..."

Qingsheng continued: "You are worried about me, and let the gangsters tear my clothes off?" She was not angry, and her tone was inexplicably reserved and complaining, which seemed ambiguous.

Fu Zhu was stunned for a moment: "On the way... I met two strange people blocking me..."

She didn't finish.Because in front of her was Qingsheng's slightly restrained face, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, looking at her with deep meaning: "It's been a lot of hard work these years."

"My deity knows that I am in a bad mood. What are you talking about..." She waved her hand: "Xun Yang is right, but he is a monk with a bigger temper than his ability. If I don't have the aura of my brother, I can't be considered a god at all. When it comes to husbands, take care of me in many ways and hold me carefully."

Fuzhu heard this, frowned and said seriously: "Don't underestimate yourself. As one of the ten kings, what's the point of putting on airs? You have the capital."

"My husband also has this capital, but he is willing to let go of his status to coax me." Qing Sheng raised his eyes: "During the millennium, have you bothered me?"

"How could it be!" Fu Zhu suddenly stood up, and quickly walked beside her: "You and I have been walking together for so long, you don't believe me?!"

"No." Qingsheng lazily picked up a strand of her long hair, put it in the palm of his hand and twisted it with his fingertips, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyelashes, and said softly: "I was just thinking, why? Fuzhu is a reclusive person, The most tolerant of loneliness, but he can accommodate a friend who has not got rid of his mortal heart and is arrogant, and helps her overcome difficulties and support her along the way."

"Of course it's because you and I met when we were young..." After 1000 years, Hu Zhudang Qingsheng is a friend who needs her care. It never occurred to her that their personalities are not alike at all, and they are not suitable to be partners for a long time from the beginning.

Qingsheng showed a trace of tiredness: "I just want a reason."

"you're uncomfortable?"

Qingsheng let out a low "huh", a little tired: "The retreat was interrupted twice, and he was caught somewhere by Xunyang..." He was hanged tightly, and he had to try his best to comfort the little crying bag "You haven't answered me yet."

"Cultivators pay attention to following their hearts and doing whatever they want. If they want to make friends with you, they do it. The reason is not important." Fu Zhu was still more concerned about her physical condition, and suddenly became serious: "This time, no matter what you say, I will I will personally give you a retreat to protect the dharma!" Even if he would save her face, Fu Zhu would never want her to get hurt again.

After speaking, she wanted to check Qingsheng's pulse, but she held her back.

"How can it be unimportant? Let me try to figure it out for you." Qing Sheng shook her hand and stood up, approaching under her surprised eyes, sniffing together, and her desolate and delicate face was in front of her eyes.

Fu Zhu's muscles froze for a moment.She and Qingsheng are cold-tempered, and they don't like other people's touch, especially ambiguous contact. Apart from killing people with swords, she has never been so close to others: "Qingsheng, you..."

But that was her friend again, and she didn't feel the disgust she imagined... She just uttered a few words helplessly, but she didn't expect that Qing Sheng's body softened, and she fell towards her without any force .

The husband subconsciously moved forward, reaching out to caress her steadily.Qingsheng rolled his eyes and smiled, and when he turned his head to look directly at her, the corners of their lips rubbed against each other.Fu Zhu's beautiful eyes widened in shock, and seeing that she was standing still, he let go of his hand and hurriedly backed away.

Qingsheng looked at her with a smile: "You hate others touching you, but you know I won't fall, so you came to pick me up... So do you know what emotion your accommodating comes from?"

As she spoke, her lips parted and closed, the vermilion light was soft and soft, and the tips of Fu Zhu Bingrun's white ears were instantly congested with blood: "I... how could you...!" She has been with Qingsheng for thousands of years, and she is already like a light, shadow or tree. In the relationship with Fuji, I never thought about the meaning of the existence of the other party, but subconsciously protected——

Why doesn't she feel sick to Qingsheng alone?Why does she worry about her helping her again and again?Could it be that, as Qing Sheng suggested... her accommodating stemmed from admiration?

Fu Zhu reached out and touched his lips, his eyes were dim.

But when Qingsheng saw it, he pointed his finger at the corner of his lips and shook his head at her ambiguously.

Fu Zhu took two steps back in shock, clutching his heart, in a daze.Qingsheng in her eyes has always been cold and proud, proudly raising her beautiful chin, looking at everything wantonly with her eyebrows and eyes, so she needs to take care of her.So she can't let her fall, can't hurt her...

——But it turned out that for a deserted person, her kiss would be as hot as boiling fire, and the husband would be at a loss for what to do.

Looking at each other again, only the sound of heartbeats in the silence remained.Fu Zhu couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and threw himself into the forest, his white clothes rolled up, and disappeared into the mist as if fleeing.

Qing Sheng shouted from afar: "Answer?"

The answer was a slightly flustered sentence: "I will come to you to protect the law in a day's time."

... Qingsheng watched her run away and just sighed.

"Anyway, he is the venerable of the Ten Lords... This is too innocent." She was more provocative than a brat.Could it be that she has been drinking tea in front of the forest for 1000 years, and she has never seen a girl?So what's the point of living for 1000 years?

She rubbed her chin and thought, two shadows walked in the fog on the opposite side, came in front of her, and said: "Shenjun, we are ordered by King Hengyou to take you back to Sanqianjing."

Qingsheng only glanced at them, and walked quickly ahead, and the left and right envoys followed behind her, put on a cloak for her, held up a bamboo bone umbrella, and floated in the mist with fairy air, you said something to each other He began to speak: "Hengyou Wangjun already knows about Xunyang, she has been arrested and thrown into prison, and she is waiting for your release."

"Wang Jun left a message for you, please pay attention to your body, and retreat immediately after returning to the three thousand mirrors."

"The venerable husbands have sent a message to Sanqianjing, saying that they will protect the Dharma for you personally."

"Your step-sister Er Rui is clamoring to come to the mirror to escape the catastrophe. Do you agree with her coming?"

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"Let Xun Yang out, and what to do with her... Fuzhu's deity knows; Er Rui is not allowed to come." Qingsheng replied in the same way, and after finishing speaking, he suddenly paused, and said: "The deity has a problem with brother. .”

Her legendary elder brother "Heng You" in the mundane world, it is said that he has not entered the world for a long time, even if she wants to get news, it is delivered by messengers from left and right.

Speaking of which, how long has it been since they met?Hundreds of years, nearly a thousand years?She almost forgot Heng You's appearance.

However, the right envoy was silent for a moment.If he knew what Qingsheng was thinking now, he would complain in his heart that you didn't want to forget, you didn't remember it, and he didn't have time to make this image setting.

"Hengyou Wangjun hides from the world. If you have any questions, you can tell me and Zuo Envoy, and we will convey it to you."

Qingsheng felt a little inexplicable: "Forget it..." Am I his sister or are you two his sister?

Then the three were silent for a while.

After a while, the envoy on the right suddenly said, "Shenjun, can I ask you a question?"

Qingsheng raised his jaw and let out a "huh".

At this time, the two began to flirt.The left envoy glanced at the right envoy, to the effect of "don't mess around"; the right envoy also glanced at the left envoy, to the effect of "listen to me"... After making eye contact, he finally asked the question: "I'm sorry ...Do you like the venerable husbands?"

Qingsheng said "Huh?" again, thinking that you are here to gossip with this deity, and even more inexplicable: "Why?"

The left envoy chimed in: "Yes, how is this possible?"

Qingsheng nodded reservedly: "Mmm..." Before the "hmm" was finished, the left envoy said: "Shenjun is clearly interested in the four fairies of Xunyang."

Qingsheng's indifferently satisfied "hmm" turned 180 degrees upwards and turned into "hmm??"

Qingsheng: "Wait!"

She has reached the peak inexplicably: "What are you thinking? Why is this deity interested in the two of them?"

The two bear children on the left and right looked at each other, and said meaningfully: "Shenjun, don't hide it, if you don't have any intentions for them, how can you let go of your temper."

Qingsheng wanted to scold when he opened his mouth, and his words were probably: "What do you mean by 'letting go of your temper'? What's wrong with my temper? I'm not good at talking?"

Opening her mouth halfway, she was speechless, her mind went blank, and she suddenly remembered: That's right, who is Qingsheng? If people have no intention of it, why do they deal with it patiently?

Qingsheng stopped in his footsteps, his expression stunned for a moment.The messengers exchanged glances:

"Besides, you are not angry at Xunyang's frivolity... You even took the initiative to hold Fuzhu's hand." "If it's not because you like it, why do you do things that are not similar to your personality?" "But if you like it... ...Which one do you prefer?"

The teenagers looked serious and puzzled, adding each sentence of the question, making Qingsheng's footsteps heavier, looking directly at the unreasonableness of her behavior.She once said to herself that "this deity knows that I have a very bad heart", but would a truly conceited and arrogant person demolish her like this?Imprisoned and lazy, rescued and full of indifference...

She uttered the words that defined herself, like a stranger standing on a high place overlooking the body of "Pure Saint".

When she saw Xunyang, she remembered that she hated her, but only because of her status as a "master and apprentice" and Xunyang's "sickness", she released all her tenderness and pampering, and even once seriously planned to be with her later. The future... everything is taken for granted.

That kind of seriousness, is it love at first sight?

But when she meets her husband again, she can immediately let go of all her previous plans, and with the scars and torn skirts that Xun Yang gave her, she can immediately be like a hunting fox, blurring concepts, changing habits, and cunningly turning her best friend Friends lead from friendship to a deeper field...

When she fell into the net, she left a sentence: "How can you be so innocent."

That kind of frivolity, like a gamer lingering in love.

So she is full of contradictions, she is not contemptuous when she is conceited; But Sheng couldn't find his purpose.

She shivered and realized that she must have forgotten something... She tried hard to think, but the moment she touched these questions, her nerves ached.

That kind of pain even touched her soul, provoking all her fatigue, and the inexplicable sense of dying and weakness suddenly wrapped around her.She is a cultivator, how could she feel like a seriously ill person dying frequently?

"No, what's wrong...why me...why Qingsheng is illogical?" She suddenly started to hear ringing, her eyes gradually blurred, she couldn't help but hugged her head, and murmured: "I am Qingsheng... I like to seek Is it Yang? Or husband?...No! I obviously don't like them...but..."

But the more I talked about it, the more severe the headache became.

"Woo... I know you... Are you my envoys? Then who is Hengyou Prince?..."

She gradually lost consciousness.

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And the two envoys were startled when she suddenly hugged her head, supported her and said in a panic, "Shenjun? What's wrong with you?"

But Qingsheng just muttered to himself in cold sweat.

They shouted her name in a panic, looked at each other and shook her anxiously, testing her breath:

"Don't get dizzy, don't get dizzy, don't get dizzy... Damn! I'm going to be scolded to death!"

"I just said don't rush for quick success, she will take her time in this situation."

Qingsheng couldn't hear anything, and slowly slipped and fell to the ground.