Chapter 42: Narrow road

Xu Xingzhi was silent for a long time.
When the nine lights almost thought he had slept, he easily opened his mouth: "Hey, what, how is it possible."
Jiuzhi lamp slightly frowns: "Sister..."
"Whoever dares to sue me? I am not afraid that I will shoot him out." Xu Xingzhi said easily, "I am unlucky, don't think so much."
Nine lights whispered: "Since my brother does not want to mention it, I will not mention it."
Xu Xingzhi’s silence.
"But the brothers should be clear in their hearts." Jiuzhi Deng said again, "Not everyone deserves to be sincerely treated by the brothers."
Xu Xingzhi is happy: "Know know. Your kid can train me... Hey!"
The medicinal oil flowed into the wound and began to work. The pain was caused by a cold sweat: "Death! Warm white hair, a bastard... um-"
He curled up his body, and the beautiful muscle lines on his back swelled together, curled up, and swayed back and forth in the palm of the Jiuzhi lamp.
If it weren't for the nine lights, he would have to open his mouth to the 18th generation of Wen Xuechen.
The Jiuzhi lamp was sorely sweaty, and the steady tone has been shaken a lot: "Sister..."
He did not consciously touch Xu Xingzhi's body over and over again. The muscles in his waist and abdomen contracted. It was originally a picture of men's breath, tension and toughness, but he saw the nine lights gradually warming up.
His fingertips slowly slid along the back of Xu Xing and landed on the mark of the silver ring snake print.
After so many years, the mark is still clear and scary, just like it was branded yesterday.
This injury seems to be unremarkable, but the Jiuzhi lamp knows that it is more serious than the wounds that Xu Xingzhi is now intertwined with.
It can be said that the heaviest injury he suffered from the body was nothing more than this round red-hot snake print.
Since suffering this injury, Xu Xingzhi's skill gains have slowed down a lot. Although he never said anything, he was so happy, but the impact of this old injury on him should not be underestimated.
He will not play with the few younger brothers who are still good at it, and will not be undressed in public. In fact, he does not want to ask others to discover his injury.
The heart of Jiuzhi’s lamp was clear. When Xu Xingzhi was injured in the master of Shuming’s master, he would not be invaded by cold poison and fall to the root of the disease.
However, if he chooses to sue, then according to Qing Jingjun’s painful appeal to Xu Xingzhi, he will inevitably be pursued.
I am a magical Tao, my identity is not clean, and I am so troubled by the brothers. I will severely punish the loan, and maybe I will be sent back to the Magic Road and continue the days of no one.
The Jiuzhi lamp is the son of the Lord of the Magic.
He was the youngest of the shackles, and was born to seven years old. The blood of the martyrdom still failed to wake up.
In the eyes of the people of the Magic, the Jiuzhi lamp is a waste that is not used. In the years of the magical life, the only thing that warms the nine lights is his mother's stone screen.
Shi Pingfeng is neither a wife nor a loved one, but a dispensable little girl. She is useless, slow, and does not know how to buy people, but it is good enough to be gentle.
Twenty years ago, the squad was under counterattack and challenged four. In the same year, it was the first year of the hunting, and the history was called "the chaos of the hunting."
In this war-torn conquest, Fengling's new mountain Junqing Jingjun was perfected by Yuan Ying's great perfection, and it was impossible to be the first to take the lead, and the sword was removed from the savage and incompetent younger brother, Luo.
After a sword has been washed away, the devil is crying, and the world is Changan.
At that time, the Jiuzhi lamp had never seen Qing Jingjun’s glory in the past. He only knew that his father had been seriously injured and returned to the temple one day after he was seriously injured.
Even if he could not see his mother, he was sent to the first Fengling Mountain of the four gates by his father, Liu Yunhe, and worshipped Jing Jun as a teacher.
However, the young Jiuzhi lamp did not know. He was called an apprentice. It was a protagonist who summoned the magical path to Xianmen.
I couldn't see the quiet before the Jun, the Jiuzhi lamp had conceived a man who was a sword and a ruthless Qing Jingjun.
Who wants him to wait for a quarter of an hour in the main hall of Fenglingshan, but he is a ten-year-old boy who rushes into the hall.
The white boy slid into the main hall like a wind, carrying a faint aroma of wine: "Uncle Shi, Master is in the apse, telling you to go."
Guangfu Jun, who was originally eagerly awaited, rose up and came to the young man. The young man attached an ear to Guangfu Jundao: "...the teacher is going to go faster, Master is drunk, graffiti on the apse Laojun statue. It."
Guangfu Jun’s face was suddenly white and white, and Shantou asked:
You don’t know how to stop?

Juvenile: "...Uncle Shi, what do you say, can I still stop Master?"
Guangfu Jun is about to leave, smelling the odor, and tweeting his eyebrows: "...have you also drunk?"
The teenager is very proud: "Master has not drunk me."
Guangfu Jun used his eyes to slash a knife on the boy's face: "Unable to be a system! After an hour, go to the commandment hall to receive punishment!"
After sending away Guangfujun, the teenager did not put anything that was not punished and punished, holding a brand new folding fan and coming in with light.
I waited for the nine lights in the middle of the temple to stare at him.
That was the first time he saw Xu Xingzhi.
"You are the elementary schooler sent by the magic road? What is the name?" Xu Xingzhi was in front of him, scraping his nose with a fan.
He shrank back and didn't speak a word.
Xu Xingzhi skillfully rolled a sleeve and hugged him: "Call the brother."
He looked forward to the look of the nine lights and feared it. Even before the mother-in-law had never held him in front of him, I was afraid that it would be rumored to be a spoiled young child, and that the nine-lights would not be seen by his father.
Xu Xingzhi held the nine-light lamp that was stiff and touched, and touched the fairy fruit from his arms: "This fruit is delicious, it is the fairy fruit crispy fruit that should be settled in Tianchuan.... Want to eat?"
The small body of the Jiuzhi lamp is as stiff as a coffin board.
Xu Xingzhi yelled at him: "Call the brothers. Let the brothers give you food."
Jiuzhi Lan seriously thought about it, and then slowly spit out the words: "Mother."
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
Jiuzhi Deng has a courage and an orderly manner: "My mother didn't know that I was sent here. She was in a hurry."
Xu Xingzhi’s smile faded, and the child was put down and stared at his eyes:
They sent you straight away? Are you happy to stay here?

"I can't go back regardless of whether I am upset or not." There are countless nine lights, and one pair of eyes is not as calm as a child.
He is facing Xu Xingzhi: "I just want to please... you, send me a personal letter to go home, call my mother to be at ease."
One of Xu Xing picked him up: "Don't be jealous. What are the people in the magic road that sent you?"
"……gone."
Xu Xingzhi took him around the partial hall, took the pen and ink bamboo slips, and took a shot in front of him, and he turned and walked out the door.
After a long distance, the Jiuzhi lamp can still hear the rhetoric of Xu Xingzhi: "Qu Chi!! Warm white hair!! Zhou fat child!!! Who will accompany me to go to the magical altar!"
Although the nine lights at that time were old, they couldn’t think of a letter that reported peace, and how much trouble for Xu Xingzhi.
The magic road and the four doors temporarily reconciled, and sent the young son to make a proton, can be described as losing face, but also the righteous people to raise their eyes, who wants the Fenglingshan disciple to take the initiative to show the magic road, send a protagonist letter to return home, but it leads to the right way to talk In a row, it’s hard to say that before the magic road and the four-door blood debt, it’s really going to be written off.
In order to calm down public opinion, Qu Chi, who was accompanied by Xu Xingzhi, was sent back to Danyang Peak for thinking in March.
Xu Xingzhi received 20 sacred scepter sticks before waking up in Qing Jingjun. He could not get up in bed in January.
On the day when Xu Xingzhi could move, he climbed onto the roof and grabbed the nine lights that had not had time to run away: "Is the stars outside my hall better than others?"
Nine lights are cold and a red face to the neck of the neck: "I... I want to say thank you."
Xu Xingzhi put the circle in his arms and teased him with a smile: "Isn't I made up my mind since January?"
The nine branches of lights twisted and came out of Xu Xingzhi’s arms: "Brothers..."
"Right." Xu Xingzhi's eyebrows opened his eyes and smiled. "Call again."
Jiuzhi Lan turned back to see him, I don't know why he cares so much about this title.
Xu Xingzhi pressed his chin on the top of Jiu Deng’s head and satisfied the cellar. He smiled and said:
I have a brother, but since I became the first master of the Master, I have not spoken to him for a long time. I I want to find someone to talk to me, but those outside disciples are respectful to me. As for Beinan, Xuechen and Quchi... Although they are very happy, they can’t always be together..."
He looked down at the nine lights and his eyes were full of joy: "So I heard that Master has to accept another internal disciple, I am very happy."
Nine branches of light unrelentingly reveal their own scars: "I am the magic road."
"What about that?" Xu Xingzhi is inexplicable. "Isn't the magic road my brother?"
The child's body temperature was originally high. The Jiuzhi lamp was shyly told by him. The body also started to heat up. Just struggling, I heard Xu Xingzhi whisper: "Don't move, the brothers have a backache."
The Jiuzhi lamp is finally paralyzed.
He whispered: "Brother."
... brother, brother.
Xu Xingzhi’s eyes were bright and excited:
Call again.

The nine lights did not sound, Xu Xingzhi did not mind, grabbed the nine lights, and looked up to the sky with him.
The silver sea is wide, the star flower is flipped, and the starry sky of Fengling Mountain is clear, which is the best among the four doors.
Xu Xingzhi pointed his head at one of the squirting stars and asked: "Do you know what it is?"
Jiuzhi Lan said: "Know. Tianshuxing."
He used to be alone since he was a child, so stargazing is also one of his pastimes.
Xu Xingzhi was stunned. However, he has always been wide-minded, still reassuring his newly recruited younger brother and yelling with him: "Then tell the brothers about the stars."
The nine branches of the lamp nodded and raised their fingers to the long sky.
Sitting on the roof of Xu Xingzhi’s palace for a whole month, the Jiuzhi lamp was discovered until today, and the stars here are really many times better than the stars of the Magical Altar.
Four years later, Meng Zhongguang got started.
Since then, Xu Xingzhi has never held him to see the stars.
Because Meng Zhongguang does not understand the stars and the number of purple micro-buckets, he will forget if he says it. So Xu Xingzhi was able to pass the exam when he was in the school year. He had to listen to him over and over again.
Now, the Jiuzhi lamp is much higher than Xu Xingzhi, and it is no longer possible to hold the latter in his arms as he was when he was a child.
If you return to childhood, Jiuzhi Lan does not know whether he will learn Meng Buguang's behavior, pretending that he does not understand everything, and stalking his brother to tell him day and night.
... I don’t want to come.
How can he be a magical person, and Meng Zhongguang is different. A magical disciple is too close to his brother. Isn’t it a plain-blooded brother’s name?
Xu Xingzhi had a painful experience, and he felt more and more tired. He fell on the bed and still gnawed his teeth to comfort the nine lights: "Nothing, it is much better now."
After the pain, it was still a little dizzy. Xu Xingzhi was on his arm and was sleepy.
The Jiuzhi lamp silently slammed the quilt for Xu Xingzhi. When he wanted to cover the door, he suddenly heard Xu Xingzhi call him behind his back: "Little Light."
He looked back: "What is the brother?"
Xu Xingzhi was too sleepy to raise his head: "...He told me that the entanglements in the magic road will not have anything to do with you."
When the nine branches of the lamp were shaken, the lips were a few degrees apart, and it was actually a word that could not be spit out.
This time, the brothers are again for...
"In a few days, you are uneasy, I can see it." Xu Xingzhi's hair hangs down his arm, and his light is burned and gentle, "... Peace of mind. Your brothers fight, do nothing with you, stay well. Here, meditative practice. Don't think too much."
Xu Xingzhi was really tired, and after sleeping, he slept.
The Jiuzhi lamp stood only at the door for a short while, and then walked back to the bed, coveting Xu Xing's sleeping face for a while, he heavier and heavier, the darker the twilight.
He squatted in front of the bed, licked Xu's chin and kissed the soft, slightly sweet lips.
Xu Xingzhi's lips are thicker than the natural thin lips of the nine branches. They are very strong and soft, and they are so soft that they are so comfortable that the nine lights can't wait to get in again.
When he was immersed in the joy of this hidden back, he suddenly heard a sound from the side.
What he did was a violation of the usual things. He was sensitive, and he heard the sounds coming. His heart trembled, and he hurried his hand and turned his head to look at it.
Around the hut, it was easy to find Meng Zhongguang, who could come in, and his arms were on the edge of the half-open window, just hit the scene.
His eyes were fixed on the nine lights, and the blood and the demon light gradually grew, and the red color gradually became a trace of the end of the eye: "...the nine lights."
at the same time.
Xu Pingsheng walked out of the small room where Guangfu Jun was staying. After ten steps along the corridor, there was a short gun that was killed from the shadows. The hook was nailed to the mahogany column that was only half a step away from Xu Pingsheng!
Xu Pingsheng's face was dull, and he stepped back. He looked around and saw Zhou Beinan coming out of the shade of the trees. His look was cold and extreme.
Xu Pingsheng faintly revealed some anger, but he did not reach the bottom of his eyes and cleaned up very well: "... Zhou Gongzi."
Zhou Beinan smiled and smiled. He reached out and took the short gun back to his palm: "I can't afford it."
Xu Pingsheng is not humble and doesn't mean: "What happened to Zhou Gongzi?"
Zhou Beinan is not a person who is turning around. Since Xu Pingsheng asked him, he may also bluntly ask: "Before half an hour, I saw you go to the place where your disciples stayed."
Xu Pingsheng changed his face slightly: "It is Guangfujun who told me to go to him."
Zhou Beinan stepped tightly: "He was no longer in the room. How did you tell me?"
Xu Pingsheng saw him so unkind, simply not concealed, said: "There is a magic in the room. I went to tell Master that there is a magic here, is it wrong?"
Zhou Beinan didn't want Xu Pingsheng to be so arrogant and arrogant. "Don't you know that Guangfu Jun is always going to be strict? If he goes to Menglang, he will also have a bottom line. You ran to tell him and the devil." What are the benefits of repairing and mixing?"
The color of Xu Ping’s face is more and more serious:
What exactly does Zhou Gongzi want to say?

The author has something to say: "Give others, a little like a daughter's family disdain for it." Zhou Beinan smiled coldly. "Are you really Xu Xingzhi's biological brother? I don't think you are crawling out like a mother."

Xu Ping was born with a sullen face: "Don't do anything wrong, why not be punished? Then, where did Zhou Gongzi know that I am a compatriot with him? I am me, he is him, why do you both take me with me? Compared with him?"