The spring rain dripped along the eaves of the blue-tiled roofs and fell into the drainage ditch nearby. The mountains in the distance were shrouded in the hazy twilight of mist and rain, and seemed to be a little more beautiful than usual.
The cold wind, still carrying the remaining frost of the winter moon, blew back from the swaying treetops, fearing to hit the bamboo curtain in front of the window.
There was a pile of autumn and winter fallen leaves in front of the door. In the noisy wind, they were dug out of the soil and turned stubbornly.
Of course the wind gets colder as it blows, but the more wine you drink, the warmer you get.
Li Xuanzhen was wearing a simple moon-white Taoist robe. Under the shadow of the flickering lamp, the undulating mountains were looming.
Under the Taoist robe, the exquisite curves and some indescribable bulges undoubtedly carry a sense of temptation and suggestion.
Jing Mu, however, was sitting on the other side of the table with his eyes and nose in mind, holding a wine glass in his hand. His expression was introverted. He was no longer as arrogant and outward-looking as before. He neither gave people a cautious and humble feeling nor a cautious expression. It will make people feel that the villain is successful.
When his thoughts began to synchronize with another will.
He who is alive is just a shadow of another existence.
It is neither a clone nor an absolute self.
"Are you just here to drink with me?" Li Xuanzhen asked Jing Mu.
There was a hint of desolation in her voice, and any male would drool over her delicate body when they saw her. At this moment, facing Jing Mu, she seemed to have opened up all her defenses.
"It's just drinking. I'm always very grateful to you." Jing Mu said.
Two years have passed since the riot that shocked the entire Taixuan Sect.
In the past two years, the bitch is still living well.
Li Xuanzhen was still swept into a more remote area of Taixuanmen and lost his former power.
When a practitioner has neither power nor absolute force, the benefits he has in his hands and that everyone knows are just pieces of fat.
In the past two years, Li Xuanzhen has encountered too many betrayals, tramples, covetations, and wild dogs who thought they could take advantage of Phoenix's troubles and get a taste of Phoenix.
Just three days ago, Li Xuanzhen killed an outer deacon who was so bold that he deducted her money and wanted to have a one-night stand with her. He threw him from the top of a mountain and fell into a cliff, where he was reduced to a pulp.
Jing Mu is also one of the few people who has not betrayed her.
Of course, it may also be because Jing Mu's label about her or Ren Zai is too strong, and no one is willing to attract the fishy smell of someone who is just a little talented.
Even those who have promoted something in this 'conspiracy'.
After all, Li Tianxing still had meritorious service to Taixuan Sect. He was afraid of death in seclusion, so he targeted his only daughter like this. It was really not nice to tell anyone about it.
What's more, the news of Li Tianxing's death has not been confirmed.
"Hahaha, drink! It's just that after drinking, I don't even have the qualifications to be favored by people like you. Or do you mean that even you dislike me? My reputation is already bad." Li Xuanzhen suddenly sat upright, and then He stared at Jing Mu and said.
The wine in Jing Mu's mouth seemed to have become sour instead of sweet.
"When others say you suck, you really suck and show it to others. When others say you and I have an affair, you really take it for granted. Are you proving something or are you ruining yourself?"
"Or maybe you want to force someone to come out." Jing Mu still swallowed the drink.
Some words are two years late, but it’s just right to say them now.
Even though Li Xuanzhen suffered a sudden change two years ago, she has not yet experienced the true warmth and warmth of human relationships, and has not realized the gap from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Therefore, there are some words that are said to her, but she neither listens nor understands them. Take it seriously.
It's certainly different now.
There is an old saying that goes, "A poor plan leads to a rich conscience."
In fact, it is not an absolute definition of whether a wealthy person has a conscience.
It's a choice.
They can choose to be good, or they can choose to be evil.
But poor people often have difficulty making choices. Life will force them to do some inappropriate things, and it will also force them to put away those kindnesses, which will only make it more difficult for them.
And for those who have tasted 'richness' but become destitute, their urgency and inner struggle to get rid of the current situation will be a hundred times greater than those who were originally in poverty.
Therefore, all they have in mind is calculation.
In this world of warmth and coldness, all that is left are numb exchanges of interests and conspiracies.
Li Xuanzhen lowered his eyes slightly, and then a sneer appeared on his face.
A thick layer of fog enveloped her body, hiding all her sultry charms.
"You are nothing but you dare to teach me a lesson."
"You are just a dog that I kindly fed." Li Xuanzhen's words were fierce and harsh.
A strong sense of resentment surged in Jing Mu's heart.
This is not the first time that he has been called a dog.
In this oppressive and dull Taixuan Sect, no matter how good he proves to be, it seems that he is just doing useless work.
In the past two years, he has broken through to the late stage of Jindan. In the past two years, he has performed dozens of meritorious services for Taixuan Sect, but he is still just a dog in the eyes of others.
Those guys who were born with a golden key, even if they are incompetent and useless, can easily talk to him and maybe give him some superficial respect in person. But behind his back, he was extremely sarcastic and sarcastic.
At this time, Jing Mu could already understand Ren Zai.
Whether it is those who are high up in the sky or those who have been sinking in the mud.
They all determined something.
Just like the son of a dragon, he is destined to soar in the nine heavens, just like the son of a mouse, he is destined to dig holes in the dirty underground.
In the Taixuan Sect, no matter how rotten the guys from aristocratic families are, people only dare to hide in the dark, quietly resenting them, but mostly they are envious and jealous.
If you make a little difference, you will be praised.
As for the truly outstanding people, those who have worked hard from nothing, those wealthy families treat them like dogs. Those who are far inferior to them regard them as villains who cling to the powerful and have no moral integrity.
If he had a little more ability, he would dare to bite his 'master' back and gain a higher position.
Even the so-called 'master' once had extremely bad conduct and committed many crimes. Those who sympathize with him far outnumber those who truly praise and praise the resisters.
"Is there another kind of Taoist True Immortal?" Jing Mu clenched his fists and asked indifferently. He didn't know why he would say such a thing at this time.
It was as if this sentence had always been imprinted in his mind.
Boom!
Spring thunder exploded outside the mountain.
The originally dense drizzle began to fall more rapidly and abundantly from the sky.
Golden talismans flew in the clouds.
It was a talisman written by Tai Xuanzi himself. The spring thunder not only has the power to frighten hundreds of insects and awaken all living things, but also contains the vitality of creation, nurtured by the rotation of yin and yang. Therefore, the golden talisman absorbs the power of spring thunder, which is a kind of accumulation.
A true talisman is three-quarters man-made and seven-cent natural. After it has been cultivated for many years, even the person who wrote it may not be fully aware of all its effects and capabilities.
The foundation of the great school lies in the accumulation of time.
Time can make many things that were originally ordinary and ordinary gradually develop into unparalleled light and magic.
