The villains are all my vests

Chapter 217 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (9)

Wu Xian stayed so strangely.

Song Yufeng seemed to have a sharp sword hanging from his neck. After Wu Xian stayed behind, he was restless all day long.

He tried to show affection and reason to Gu Zhihuan: "Elder Sister, look, do you think there is anything different about me today?"

"Didn't wash your hair?" Gu Zhihuan said, and moved his head back.

"..." Song Yufeng gritted his back teeth.

"Look here." Song Yufeng pointed under his eyes: "It's dark!!!"

"So it's because I didn't wash my face." Gu Zhihuan suddenly realized.

Han Yue sneered.

Song Yufeng glared at Han Yue, then stuck to Gu Zhihuan: "It's dark circles! Senior sister! It's dark circles!"

"Oh." Gu Zhihuan stretched out his fingers and picked up the grapes on the plate.

The fair fingers and the light blue grapes complement each other.

Han Yue averted his gaze indistinctly.

Song Yufeng was very desperate: "Don't you feel that there is something wrong with Wu Xian?"

Han Yue didn't say anything.

Gu Zhihuan peeled the grape skin slowly: "I don't feel it."

Song Yufeng sat on it cross-legged: "Think about it, for so many years, the head of which sect has always been flamboyant, and just wants to hold a birthday, isn't it just to cheat some congratulatory gifts?"

"..." Gu Zhihuan's mouth twitched.

Did not swear words out.

Since finding Han Yue, Gu Zhihuan obviously spent more time looking like a human being.

"Besides, I have been secretly following Wu Xian for the past two days." Song Yufeng lowered his voice.

Han Yue raised his head.

Gu Zhihuan also became interested: "What did you find?"

Song Yufeng glanced furtively outside, and after finding no one there, he cautiously placed an enchantment around the three of them, and then solemnly said: "I found out that when Wu Xian was sleeping, , without closing his eyes, he must be afraid of something."

"What are you afraid of?" Gu Zhihuan asked along the way.

Song Yufeng held his chin and thought for a while: "It should be some kind of ulterior secret."

"..."

nonsense.

Gu Zhihuan finally peeled off the grape skins.

She likes to eat grapes, but she really has no interest in the work of peeling grapes.

Song Yufeng said to himself: "For example, he is actually bald, and the hair on his head is all magically transformed."

"Is this very important?" Gu Zhihuan paused.

"Think about it, the dignified head of the Xiaoyao faction is actually bald, isn't this kind of thing important?!" Song Yufeng vowed: "This is too embarrassing."

not far away.

Wu Xian, who was eavesdropping, turned dark.

To him, Song Yufeng's enchantment was not much different from not having one.

Wu Xian originally just wanted to know how the Cangming faction talked about him on a whim.

Unexpectedly, I actually heard this kind of thing.

Wu Xian withdrew his consciousness with a cold face.

He didn't realize that after he withdrew his consciousness, Song Yufeng passed a note to Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan took the note calmly, glanced at it, and frowned towards the middle invisibly.

On the note, Song Yufeng wrote that he smelled saliva grass on Wu Xian.

Salivary grass is not a rare herbal medicine.

However, in Cangming Mountain, it only exists in the back mountain.

It is also the place where morning dew retreats.

Wu Xian actually went there quietly.

What did he find?
Did Chaolu find out?

With a flick of Gu Zhihuan's fingertips, the note in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

The corners of Song Yufeng's mouth were stretched into a straight line. When he looked carefully, he could find his slightly trembling eyelashes under the surface of his forced calm.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table a few times.

This is the secret code he and Gu Zhihuan used to play when they were young.

At that time, Zhao Lu didn't stay in retreat in the back mountain almost every day like she does now.

In the morning class every morning, Zhao Lu led the two of them to read ancient Chinese texts in a leisurely manner amidst a few fireworks.

Song Yufeng is not a person who lives at leisure.

So he invented some weird codes, so that Gu Zhihuan could secretly gossip with himself while attending lectures.

Song Yufeng tapped nervously on the table: "This guy Wu Xian went to the back mountain, why didn't the master find out?"

Those who retreat, the most taboo is to be disturbed.

Coupled with the heavy restrictions in the back mountain, no matter how powerful Wu Xian is, once he breaks in, it is impossible for Zhao Lu to be completely unaware.

Gu Zhihuan pondered for a moment: "Have you been following Wu Xian for the past two days?"

"Yes..." Song Yufeng said: "But my cultivation base is not as high as Wu Xian's. If his avatar goes to the back mountain, I will have no way to detect it."

Gu Zhihuan asked: "When did you find out that he had the breath of salivary grass?"

Song Yufeng's expression darkened slightly: "After dinner last night."

Gu Zhihuan didn't make a sound.

Han Yue didn't know what the two were talking about, but from the sound of their knocking on the table, something was wrong.

However, he is not a person who doesn't know how to measure. On the contrary, Han Yue's sense of proportion often makes people around him hate it.

Han Yue just looked up at Gu Zhihuan, then lowered his head and continued to carry his book.

Song Yufeng's face was not very good: "Elder sister, should we go to the back mountain to see the master?"

"Hmm..." Gu Zhihuan nodded.

Song Yufeng did not show a sigh of relief: "What if—"

"Junior Brother." Gu Zhihuan interrupted Song Yufeng.

Song Yufeng subconsciously looked at Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan's eyes were cold and calm.

For no reason, Song Yufeng found a bit of coldness that he had never seen before in Gu Zhihuan's eyes.

"Real Wu Xian came here in person. We can't keep him waiting. After dinner, I will go to the back mountain to ask the master's opinion." Gu Zhihuan said this directly.

Song Yufeng's fingers gripped his robe.

Han Yue's expression changed: "Elder Sister, I'll be with you."

"Okay." Gu Zhihuan did not refuse.

Song Yufeng also wanted to follow.

However, Gu Zhihuan seemed to know what he was going to say, and raised his hand: "You go around with Master Wu Xian."

Song Yufeng's Adam's apple twitched.

if……

If it was as he guessed, Wu Xian and Zhao Lu had already met each other.

Zhao Lu didn't show up, so there must be something wrong.

Even the morning dew can't stand Wu Xian's words, what should they do.

Song Yufeng's palms were dripping with sweat.

In front of the Xiaoyao faction, the Cangming faction is no different from a mayfly and a big tree.

Song Yufeng knew how much he had, so no matter how arrogant he was in the sect, once he left the sect, he would not die.

"You can also go to the back mountain with me." Gu Zhihuan said again.

Song Yufeng froze.

As for the matter of going to Houshan, Gu Zhihuan took Han Yue to ask whether it was reasonable for Chaolu to attend the birthday banquet, plus himself, the three of them went to Houshan together, which would definitely arouse Wu Xian's suspicion.

Thinking of this, Song Yufeng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "I'll accompany Wu Xian."

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