The villains are all my vests

Chapter 230 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (22)

Han Yue's brows and eyes darkened slightly.

Song Yufeng couldn't help showing a little gloating expression.

He didn't think that Han Yue, a little bastard, could make any refreshing discoveries.

And besides being surprised, Song Yufeng really couldn't deduce anything from Gu Zhihuan's words.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Han Yue patiently.

After a moment of silence, Han Yue said, "How long ago did you become a demon?"

Song Yufeng snorted softly: "Little brother, didn't the elder sister say that the spiritual luck was 100 years ago——"

Song Yufeng stopped abruptly.

He looked at Gu Zhihuan almost in horror, his pupils shrank slightly.

The Cangming faction, every hundred years, there will be evildoers.

It is now a hundred years later...

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyelids calmly, and there was no ripple in his dark eyes: "Second Junior Brother, what are you afraid of? Master only accepts the three of us. What do you think will happen between the three of us?"

Song Yufeng looked at Gu Zhihuan, then at Han Yue, feeling mixed emotions in his heart for a while.

"Since he is a monster, his aptitude must be extraordinary." Gu Zhihuan said in a low voice.

Song Yufeng was relieved.

After Lingyun ordered the mountain to be closed, Chaolu took the three of them in, all of whom were mortals with incomplete or no spiritual roots.

Even though nourished by the fairy grass, the three of them have stepped into the threshold of cultivation, but looking at the cultivation world, their strength is really lacking.

Even Gu Zhihuan can only comprehend Hezong swordsmanship to the first level now.

With such strength, even if he is possessed by a demon, he is probably just a small person who can't make any trouble.

Thinking of this, Song Yufeng's heart that was still suspended just now immediately relaxed.

His waist was no longer stiff, his back was no longer stiff, and the characteristic smile was on his face again: "Fortunately, the spirit luck is thoughtful, otherwise the three of us will be miserable."

At this point, Song Yufeng caught a glimpse of Han Yue mockingly at himself, and was startled.

Thinking about his gaffe, Han Yue had completely noticed it.

Song Yufeng didn't want to lose his senior brother's maturity and stability in front of Han Yue, so he immediately raised his hand and patted Han Yue's shoulder, pretending to be relaxed and teasing: "Are you afraid, junior brother? Don't be afraid, even if you Bewitched, senior brother also hid you, hid on Cangming Mountain—uh—"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Zhihuan slapped Song Yufeng's mouth with a gag talisman, stopping his nonsense.

Han Yue curled his lips, looking at Song Yufeng as if he was looking at a fool.

Song Yufeng was so angry, and also worried that Gu Zhihuan was here, so he could only write another ruthless debt to Han Yue in his heart.

If Han Yue really fell into a demon in the future, he must lock him up on the back mountain without giving him food or drink until he behaved himself and called himself senior brother respectfully.

If Gu Zhihuan had fallen into a demon, Song Yufeng rolled his eyes and couldn't help but think, then he would definitely take the position of senior senior brother, and Gu Zhihuan would just treat himself as a junior junior sister.

While Song Yufeng was thinking, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Han Yue moved his butt silently, getting further away from Song Yufeng.

The second senior brother...is really a fool.

After a long time, Song Yufeng thought of the days in Cangming Mountain again, and it was this day that he remembered the most.

The lazy glow spreads from the distant mountains, like the shadow of an overturned lamp.

Gu Zhihuan was dressed in black and sat on a stone bench, peeling grapes slowly, while Han Yue was beside her, with a cold face, peeking at her pretending to be serious.

This is the scene that Song Yufeng often dreamed about later.

After the trip to Zangshu Pavilion, something in Cangming Mountain gradually changed.

Every plant and tree I saw since I was a child seems to have changed.

It's a pity that Song Yufeng is lenient, and he left the matter of Lingyun behind him the next day.

Han Yue is a boring gourd, so naturally he would not take the initiative to talk about such things with others.

The same goes for Gu Zhihuan.

However, Zhao Lu began to avoid Gu Zhihuan and the others.

It wasn't until before setting off for Daxuanjing that Zhao Lu reappeared in the sight of Gu Zhihuan and the others.

When Song Yufeng saw Chaolu, he instinctively wanted to rush over.

You must know that during this period of time, he was tormented by Wu Xian until he was about to collapse.

Morning dew is simply a life-saving straw for him.

Gu Zhihuan didn't tell Song Yufeng and Han Yue about the man in black in Zangshuge, they didn't know about it, but Chaolu didn't play an unaware role in the whole thing.

It's a pity that before he could take half a step, Gu Zhihuan grabbed the back of his shirt and carried him back.

"Second Junior Brother, move the boxes in my yard to the carriage." Gu Zhihuan withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

Han Yue and Song Yufeng's cultivation was not enough to support the long journey of Yujian flight, and Chaolu wanted them to travel around the world to sharpen their minds, so they chose a carriage for this trip.

Song Yufeng reluctantly said: "Why don't you let Third Junior Brother go?"

Gu Zhihuan carelessly dragged out his voice: "Wu Xian—"

"I like packing my luggage the most! I'll go!" Song Yufeng was numb all over, and couldn't wait to interrupt Gu Zhihuan.

The corner of Gu Zhihuan's mouth curled up very quickly.

Before leaving, Zhao Lu told them that the trip would take three months, and Gu Zhihuan had prepared a lot of things.

The spacious carriage is covered with soft and delicate animal skins, and a string of valuable night pearls are inlaid on the top of the carriage.

Not to mention the five full boxes.

After Song Yufeng moved the things up, he couldn't help but lift the cover and glanced at the things Gu Zhihuan brought.

The next moment, he became happy, and happily said to Gu Zhihuan who was outside the car: "Elder Sister, you are so kind, you also packed my things."

"Your stuff?" Gu Zhihuan paused.

Song Yufeng laughed and said: "Yes, I see that there are my sensitive cloak, silver silk wristbands, luxury cowhide, etc. in the box, thank you, big sister."

Song Yufeng felt ashamed for secretly scolding Gu Zhihuan.

When he was packing his things, he didn't expect to help Gu Zhihuan prepare for the trip.

Gu Zhihuan got into the carriage slowly: "You don't need to thank me, but to remind you, those things are all mine."

Song Yufeng was stunned: "Isn't that mine?"

"They're in my box." Gu Zhihuan took out a few talismans from his bosom, and gracefully pasted them on each box.

Song Yufeng's eyes turned red.

His cultivation was not as good as Gu Zhihuan's, and Song Yufeng couldn't undo the "seal" characters that Gu Zhihuan had pasted at this time.

"Master..." Song Yufeng turned his head to ask for help.

He never wanted to stay with Gu Zhihuan for a moment longer.

Zhao Lu heard the sound and came over: "My dear student, what's the matter?"

"I think my skill of controlling the sword still needs to be sharpened, and I don't want to ride in a carriage. Can I control the sword with you?" Song Yufeng imitated Gu Zhihuan's usual human-like tone.

Zhao Lu was a little surprised: "You will be tired."

"I'm not afraid! How can a cultivator have no perseverance!" Song Yufeng said righteously.

"Well then, you can come with me and Master Wu Xian." Zhao Lu said.

Song Yufeng almost jumped up: "Why does Wu Xian want to be together?"

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