Really not a villain

Under Wutou Mountain.

Mu Jiangling circled a tree back and forth three times, and said to Chen, "The miasma is very weak."

"It's all on the top of the mountain."

He clapped his hands and said: "That's not good. Why do we have to turn over from the top of the mountain when we climb a mountain? It's much faster to go around the top of the mountain than to go around the mountain, don't you think?"

Ying Chen picked up some thin miasma, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and reluctantly nodded.

The two walked slowly in the gray-brown miasma. The jagged strange tree stretched its dry branches towards the sky. Apart from the rotting fallen leaves on the ground, there were mutilated corpses of birds and beasts. The dead silence was strange.The branches beside him trembled, Mu Jiangling stopped suddenly, Hongchen unsheathed "clank", the sword was shining brightly.A black bird suddenly fell from the dilapidated nest, with a pair of round eyes, it seemed that it had been dead for a long time.

"It turned out to be a dead bird. It scared me to death. It's weird. How could it be a coincidence that it fell at this time?" Mu Jiangling poked the black bird with his sword, but didn't notice anything special. Okay. Most of the places where miasma is born are lifeless, but I always feel that this mountain is very dead, and my heart is terrified. Ying Chen, Ying..."

He turned sharply, looking at the way he had come.

The gray-brown miasma is overlapping, deep and shallow, and there is no one in the way.

However, at the same time, the creepy feeling of being secretly peeped came from behind.

"Who?!" Mu Jiangling yelled sharply, "You hide your head and show your tail, get out!"

Swish, the sound of dead branches brushing against the sleeve of clothes came, light and fast.

The gentle footsteps accompanied by the dignified tone seemed to knock on the heart: "Mu Jiangling, Mu Jiangling, Zhenluansi chased you down from heaven to earth, and you are so lucky that you can still live to this day! It’s unlucky for you to meet me, Zhao, today. It doesn’t matter if you say I’m bullying or playing tricks, if you want to blame it, blame you at the beginning, too conceited!”

Hearing the sound, Mu Jiangling froze in place, then slowly tightened his hand holding the hilt of the sword, his knuckles turned white, word by word slipped out from between his teeth: "Zhao, nothing, nonsense!"

The Chishui butterflies by the Nanchuan River are all dead, their corpses are floating in the river water, looking from a distance, they are dazzling red.

Since then, the epidemic in Nanchuan City disappeared overnight, and those who survived all went to the side of Nanchuan, burned incense and knelt down, weeping with joy.I don’t know when this custom gradually came into being. Every time this season, when white flowers bloom all over the river bank, people will use red oiled paper to fold paper boats and put them into Nanchuan River to go down the river, praying for good health and safety in the coming year.

Mu Jiangling put his arms around Su Chongjiu's neck crookedly, yawned and said, "Just leave? I ran all over the wells of every household in the city all night, pouring the antidote of Chishui butterfly poison into them, and I was told." Thank you, isn't that too much?"

Su Chongjiu rolled his eyes: "Brother, since you don't want to go to Xianmen, you should keep a low profile. And I think, if we do this and steal the limelight, aren't we just slapping the Nanzhou Inspection Department in the face? Maybe when the time comes The inspection department came to the door and invited you to have a cup of tea, and you can't get out after drinking."

Mu Jiangling hissed like a toothache: "No way? The Xianmen are so petty?"

"Xianmen Xianmen, the people staying in it are not gods, just a group of people who want to be gods." Su Chongjiu wanted to shrug his shoulders, but found that there was an extremely heavy head hanging on his shoulders, and he couldn't move at all. shouted, "get up, you are too heavy!"

"Hey, don't, I'm sleepy... But the Chishui butterfly is floating in the river like that, won't people who drink the water be poisoned?"

"If you die, you won't be poisoned. Get up, Mu Jiangling!"

Mu Jiangling staggered from side to side, stood up like he was boneless, and complained, "It's said that doctors are benevolent, why don't you have any kindness? How can I rest assured that I will leave my back to you?"

"Come on. I still have a conscience without benevolence... Ah bah, who has no benevolence?!"

"Ajiu~~~"

"Don't yell so disgustingly! Go away go away!"

"A~~~Nine~~~~~~~"

That day's dinner, Mu Jiangling started to itch all over after taking a bite, rolling all over the floor.Su Chongjiu ate everything in a slow manner, and then slowly handed him a pack of antidote.

Mu Jiangling managed to stop the itching, got up and threw himself at the dirt without patting him: "Su! Heavy! Nine!"

"You, you, you... put the sword away! Calm down, ah ah ah ah I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The two traveled west and east together, doing chivalrous things everywhere, slaying demons and demons, and soon made a lot of fame.

One day, someone came to the door.

Su Chongjiu was busy making medicine when he heard Mu Jiangling open the door and shouted, "Who is it?"

Mu Jiangling's voice floated over clearly: "I don't know what to do with Manager Zhao, what's your business?"

Su Chongjiu's hands that pounded the medicine stopped.

Zhao Wuwang said at the door: "Naturally, we have something important to discuss, won't Young Master Mu invite me in?"

"How can you make Guanshi Zhao stand outside the door and talk." Mu Jiangling said respectfully on his face, but said in a neutral tone, "Come in and sit down, please."

Zhao Wuwang lifted up his clothes, crossed the threshold, went straight to the table and sat down, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, said with a smile, "It's been a year since we left Nanchuan City. Young Xia Mu, the Chishui Butterfly You got rid of the disaster, right? There are also stories of chivalry circulating in various places, which can be called young and promising. At the beginning, we met in a hurry at the teahouse, but now that I think about it, Zhao is really disrespectful."

Mu Jiangling said: "Officer Zhao is really joking, isn't that a miracle in Nanchuan City? I'm a casual cultivator, but I can't bear the worship of ordinary people. How can I be credited with such a great contribution? Those things are just exaggerated bragging by ignorant mortals, they should not be taken for granted."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it. I came this time just to send an invitation card." Zhao Wuwang took out a gold-plated invitation card from his sleeve, put it on the table, and gently pushed it over, "Qing Yun Tai Cheng Invite Mu Shaoxia to participate in the ten-year Wentian Festival. Those who are eligible to receive this invitation are young talents like Mu Shaoxia. And the one who can get Zhao to deliver the invitation in person is probably only Mu Shaoxia. Young Hero has his own copy."

"Oh?" Mu Jiangling ignored his compliment, took the invitation and flipped through it, "It's not only my name written on it."

Before Zhao Wuwang could speak, Su Chongjiu suddenly came out from the side room and said, "Is there any chance of me?"

"Yes, and you." Mu Jiangling passed the invitation casually, "What is this Wentian Festival?"

Su Chongjiu: "..."

Zhao Wuwang: "..."

Su Chongjiu was speechless for a long while, then said to Zhao Wuwang, whose face turned blue and white, "Guan Zhao, please go back first, we are casual cultivators in the countryside, so we went rashly, I'm afraid we don't understand the rules. If we offend everyone Immortal Lord, it’s too bad, let us think about it for a few days.”

"You guys...you have to think about it, Zhao will leave."

After sending Zhao Wuwang away, Su Chongjiu closed the door with a bang, and asked, "Are you really stupid or fake?"

Mu Jiangling said injustice: "I really don't know that Lao Shizi asked what the Heavenly Festival is! He talked about it for a long time that day, but didn't say a word. I can't understand his face of 'I'm here to invite you. You look like "Qingyuntai is so powerful" and want to choke him, but you don't know that he is so thin-skinned, so he can't sit still."

Su Chongjiu had a straight face at first, but when he heard what he said, he burst out laughing: "You don't even know about Wentian Ji? Look how angry Zhao Wuwang is, he is the supervisor of Nanzhou Inspection Department, I came to invite you in person, and put on airs of status for a long time, but you are fine, if you say 'what', won't it embarrass people?"

Mu Jiangling said: "Who told him to turn Nanchuan City upside down after we left, and made it clear that he wanted to trouble us. I didn't just throw the door in his face. It's good. What else did he want?"

"That's right." Su Chongjiu nodded, still a little bit in disbelief, and asked again, "You really don't know how to ask the Heavenly Festival?"

"I don't know, I don't know, just tell me."

Su Chongjiu cleared his throat: "Let me ask you, what is the basis of the establishment of the Twelve Immortal Gates?"

"Well, it is said that each generation of fairy masters is a magic stick, and can peek into the secrets of heaven."

"What kind of magic stick! It's a god's envoy!" Su Chongjiu patted the table and held his forehead, "Can you answer well? If you say such a thing on the street, you will be arrested and imprisoned by the inspector for a lifetime!"

"How did I hear that there is a place on Zhongnan Mountain that hides profound ice for thousands of years. It is as hard as gold and stone, and it will not melt when exposed to heat. It was made into an ice prison by Qingyuntai, which is specially used to detain the most heinous people..."

"Okay, you still want to be caught in the ice prison? I'm afraid it's not qualified." Su Chongjiu didn't bother to listen to him, and continued, "800 years of inheritance, no one in the cultivation world dares to criticize, of course the fairy gate is not It has gained a false reputation. Every ten years, a certain fairy sect will invite the remaining eleven immortal masters to hold the Wentian Festival. The Wentian Festival lasts for seven days. In the first six days, all the immortal masters bathed and burned incense, fasted and purified their hearts. The young monks compete with each other, and the winner is very likely to be favored by a certain fairy master, and thus lucky enough to enter the fairy gate. And that is the highlight on the last day."

Mu Jiangling interjected, "The main event? Are the magic sticks going to dance as a group?"

"...Shut up!" Su Chongjiu wanted to sew his mouth shut, "On the last day, the twelve immortal masters will invite the gods, ask the sky, and see the secrets of the sky."

"Pretending to be a ghost, bragging, who wouldn't?"

Su Chong's seven orifices smoked: "I've never seen you who is so disrespectful to the immortal sect! How did you live to such a big age?! Can't you be in awe of such a giant that can cover the sky with one hand? Ten The two fairy masters were able to tell the general trend of good and bad fortune in the world in the past ten years at the Wentian Festival, and they have never made a mistake! In the last ten years, they made a "spiritual chaos, unrest; south states, north, disasters" The Prophecy of the Beginning!"

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