The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

The word "please" echoed twice in Saluo's heart.

——Since Yue Wuchen can ask for this, it shows that he knows that he has not lost his memory.

Then why was he willing to allow himself to enter the mountain back then...

However, this is not the time to think carefully, the life and death of Jiuzhideng is at stake, Saluo quickly regained his composure, bent down and put his arms around Yue Wuchen's shoulders, staring at him with dark eyes: "You Please, I will go. . . . Rest easy."

After finishing speaking, he took advantage of the confusion and lightly pinched Yue Wuchen's chin with his fingers, shaking it affectionately and frivolously.

Amidst the uproar, Saluo quickly walked towards Jiuzhideng and Xu Xingzhi who had rushed to the stage to embrace him.

Yue Wuchen seemed to have unintentionally raised the back of his hand and wiped his chin, staring at Saluo's back, thankful that the catastrophe had been resolved, but also unavoidably a little puzzled by his excessive closeness.

Xu Xingzhi has used his spiritual power to walk around Jiuzhideng once, and the situation is really not good.The meridians in his body are reversed everywhere, like a flood bursting an embankment, it is really difficult to stop him, if you don't help him reverse the blood vessels, within a moment, the nine lamps will run out of pulses and die.

But Jiuzhideng wished to die immediately.

His bones and blood were in severe pain as if they were about to melt away, the corners of his lips were overflowing with blood, he murmured over and over again begging for death, Xu Xingzhi felt sore in his heart, and just wanted to pick him up and take him away, away from this place of right and wrong, A hand stretched out.

"Give it to me." Saluo crossed Xu Xingzhi's shoulder and roughly pulled the front of Jiuzhideng, "...I know how to treat him."

In the torment of cooking and frying with bones as firewood and blood as oil, when he heard this sentence suddenly, Jiuzhideng, who was already in a daze from the pain, suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his wrist with all his strength, and pinched Saluo with a "huh" One sound.

Xu Xingzhi held the back of Jiuzhideng's neck and looked at Saluo in surprise.

Saluo was pinched by Jiuzhideng's hands full of desire to survive, and explained hurriedly, "...Master taught me in private."

Xu Xingzhi turned his eyes to look at Yue Wuchen, Yue Wuchen listened to the conversation between the two, and showed each other with his eyes, showing that what Saluo said was true.

Xu Xingzhi felt relieved a little, and said solemnly: "Junior Brother Luo, I handed over the little lamp to you. You..."

"When using this technique, no one else is around. I need a place that is clean and far away from people." Saluo didn't like to accept this kind of courtesy, not to mention that he didn't use the magic method for a long time. He didn't take Xu Xingzhi's words, and said directly, "I will lend you the jade marrow pond."

The chalcedony pool is full of fresh air, and two people, one black and one white, are sitting by the pool, and the smoke is uniformly steaming from their bodies.

Saluo grasped the heart vein of Jiuzhideng, poured spiritual power into it like a trickle, followed the several important acupoints pointed out by Mo Dao's mental method, gradually dredged and calmed his violent blood vessels and restrained them.

When inputting spiritual power, Saluo didn't dare to be fast, nor could he be slow, every strand of spiritual power had to be kept constant, otherwise once it hit the heart, it would be useless except to help him die quickly.

This method was exhausting, and Saluo was sweating profusely. As strong as he was, his hands would inevitably tremble. When the violent spirit veins in Jiuzhideng's body gradually subsided, he fell to the side with a pale complexion, supporting the body by the pool. Rock gasped.

Fortunately, Jiuzhideng was dimmed, so no one could see his distress.

After gathering some strength, Saluo pushed back his sweaty hair, so he could take care of the nine lamps that he had left aside.

The boy was dressed in splendid clothes, and he was decent and quiet. He looked like a good young man. When he fainted, his face was still covered with tears. Any parents would feel soft hearted when they saw such a child.

Saluo looked at him, thinking of the scene when he first saw Jiuzhideng.

This child is like a chick, thin and bony, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, without the slightest demeanor of a good man in the devil's way. At that time, he was only thinking about revenge, and he didn't take this useless child as a person at all.

Now, Jiuzhideng is actually the only blood relative he can meet.

After watching him for a while, Saluo stretched out his hand to caress the chapped lips of Jiuzhideng, frowned slightly, dipped some water from the chalcedony pool, wiped it on the bloody opening around his lips, and used another He lifted up the loose lapel for him.

"Good clothes." Saluo said to himself, "Wear well, don't take it off. If you return to the magic way, just you silly boy, those people will eat up your bones and dregs."

Jiuzhideng lay on the ground, unaware of his uncle's touch.

In a moment of anger, Saluo raised his hand again, and slapped him hard on the head: "...Silly boy, you are really worthless."

The reason for Jiuzhideng's sudden demonization is not difficult to guess. After all, Saluo has been watching with cold eyes all these years, and the only one who is qualified to become the nightmare in his heart is that little bastard surnamed Xu.

Today's Jiuzhideng only owes a chance to completely give up.

Sa Luo thought, after nearly a year of hard work, his third senior brother, who was as stubborn as Yue Xiyun, finally reluctantly accepted the fact that his younger brother was a broken sleeve.If Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang's marriage can be put on the agenda as soon as possible, Jiuzhideng will lose a magic barrier, and he will also be able to listen to Yue Wuchen chanting a few words from Xu Xingzhi, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

Saluo, who was full of gossip, returned the sleepy nine-branched lamp to his brother Xu, cleaned himself up, and then returned to the Green Bamboo Hall to return to his command.

There was no one in the hall, so he didn't panic, and followed the smell of alcohol to find it.

Sure enough, in the bamboo grove behind the Green Bamboo Hall, there was Yue Wuchen sitting in a spot of greenery.He sat cross-legged in front of a small bamboo table made of stretched yellow bamboo silk. There was wine and tea on the table.

There were two futons facing each other on the bamboo table, and the other one seemed to be specially prepared for him, so Saluo stepped forward to take a seat honestly, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

The scalded wine was soft in his throat, and he let out a breath, only to feel the fatigue all over his body disappear.

"How's Xiaodeng?" Yue Wuchen asked.

Sa Luohun said indifferently: "If I died, I would have run away long ago, how dare I come to drink your wine?"

Yue Wuchen lowered his head and sipped his wine to hide the smile on his lips.

……OK OK.

The destiny is hard to violate, so he went against the will of the heavens and raised Shiluo for more than ten years, and finally made him a variable to reverse the destiny.

Since then, the world has lost a poor person who was bitten beyond recognition by the demon.

Saluo naturally didn't know the real reason why Yue Wuchen was in a good mood.

Once the identities were exposed, all those false rituals of master and apprentice were forgotten by Saluo.He put one leg up, looked sideways at Yue Wuchen, hooked the corners of his mouth, and picked up stars in his eyes: "Thirty Luo, Luo Shisan. Yue Wuchen, did you deliberately give me such a ridiculous name?" ?”

Yue Wuchen laughed muffledly, showing some teeth.

His smile has always been so delicate and not contagious, but Sa Luo just couldn't help laughing along with him.

Sa Luo smiled and walked sideways: "You knew I was Sa Luo, and you knew I didn't have amnesia?"

Yue Wuchen said silently: It's just a half-possibility bet.

If Saluo really loses his memory, his previous karma will be wiped out. If he can't save Jiuzhideng, it can only be regarded as Jiuzhideng's fate.After saving his life, leave him in Fengling and never let him return to the magic way.

If Saluo has no amnesia and is willing to help, then everyone will be happy.

The words have been clarified, Saluo became bolder, and looked at Yue Wuchen with a smile: "I've been pretending for so many years, are you angry?"

Yue Wuchen said: "I'm not angry." Why was he angry, he wished he didn't lose his memory.

Sa Luo heard that Yue Wuchen was so tolerant and gentle, his heart was full of joy, he took another sip of wine, nodded his head: "Master really has his eyes on me."

"...Stupid words."

Saluo's facial features are profound, so his smile is particularly sinister and feminine: "Yue Wuchen, you always say I speak stupid things. Do you really not understand, or are you pretending to be stupid?"

Yue Wuchen still remembered the successful change of fate in his heart, and asked with a smile on his lips: "What do I not understand?"

Saluo said bluntly, "I've taken a fancy to you."

The wine glass raised by Yue Wuchen stuck on his lips: "..."

Over the years, Saluo has been used to seeing him in various appearances, but what he loves the most is his little confused look. When he wakes up early, gets drunk, or encounters something he doesn't understand, he will show such a confused expression. It's deadly seductive.

But when he thought that he didn't understand anything, Saluo became a little angry again, and always felt that he was a hothead with a shaved head.

As he expected, Yue Wuchen rejected him: "No."

"Why?" Since he was well prepared, of course Saluo would not let go, and his tone was quite calm.

"You and I are masters and apprentices. Heaven and earth, master and master, Mr. Xiao Xiang, it is against the norms."

"Master, it's just a fake title." Saluo said disdainfully, "In terms of age, I'm a few years older than you. Besides, you accepted me just to mention it in public, without kowtow, nothing Public ceremony is not counted."

After copying the books for many years, Saluo has cultivated a bit of demeanor, but the rogue and domineering temperament has grown into his bones early, and it can't be erased easily.

He didn't seem to be talking nonsense, Yue Wuchen felt a little headache.

He had thought a long time ago that if Saluo could help him avert the catastrophe of the Nine Branch Lamps, it would prove that this person could gain a foothold in the righteous way, but he did not expect that as soon as he completed the task, he would create such a big problem for himself.

Seeing Yue Wuchen's troubled expression, Saluo was not very disappointed.

He knew that he couldn't win this person's heart in a short while, and he didn't make it clear at this time to force him to submit. It just happened to coincide with the incident of the nine lamps today, and he was finally able to help Yue Wuchen for a while. Then gave birth to more thoughts and expectations.

He is so good, given time, how could Yue Wuchen not be tempted?

"I'll put my words here." He bit the edge of the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, let go of his mouth, let the wine glass fall into his palm, and said with high spirits, "Yue Wuchen, I've taken a fancy to you. I'm convinced No one, no one can get away, I broke through the trench, and I also overturned the moat. One day, I will let you tell the world willingly that I, Saluo, are your Taoist companion."

Yue Wuchen laughed inexplicably.

Saluo raised his eyebrows: "What are you laughing at?"

Yue Wuchen looked at him, narrowing his eyes that were stained with tears from alcohol.

Through this face, Yue Wuchen thought of his distant past life, the angry face of Xingzhi when he was slandered, his broken right hand, and his low cry of despair.

The boy raised by him was calling him, "Master", "Master", crying blood, but he could no longer hold that hand to make up for the mistakes he made back then.

Yue Wuchen didn't say what he really thought in his heart, but changed the topic in a gentle voice: "...I remember when you were young, you used to pronounce 'Heavenly Moat' as 'Heavenly Slash'."

Saluo blushed slightly, and said a little annoyed, "Why are you mentioning this? Drink and drink."

Yue Wuchen poured him a glass of wine, Saluo took it, and said generously: "Since we have finished talking, from now on, you can call me Saluo in private."

Yue Wuchen flatly refused, "I'm not used to it."

Saluo leaned on the bamboo table with one elbow, and asked him, "Which do you like more, Saluo or Luo Shisan?"

"It's all you, what's the difference?"

Sa Luo smiled: "Whichever you like, I will be the one."

Yue Wuchen shook his head, and said again: "...children's words."

Saluo was not happy that Yue Wuchen treated him like a cub, as if he had lived 80 or [-] years longer than him, but he knew that haste is wasteful, so he stopped mentioning this matter, saying: "Four Junior Brother’s grand ceremony is not successful, and it will definitely not sound good when it gets out, Feng Ling has to hold a grand wedding event in a grand manner to suppress the limelight of this matter.”

Hearing the word "big happy event", Yue Wuchen finally showed a pure childlike smile: "...Yes, it's time to get things done quickly."

In the wilderness, Zhou Beinan, who had escorted a lizard inside, completed his task, and led ten disciples including Cheng Ding, towards the door that he had agreed with his father in advance.

And on a cliff half a mile away from them, a pair of eyes were quietly watching a group of people.

"...Look at the clothes. These stinky Taoist priests are from Ying Tianchuan. They came here to inspect or exile criminals and strange beasts." After observing for a while, Zhu Dongfeng suggested to the people behind him, "Your Majesty, do you want to fight?" Kill them, absorb their cultivation? Or follow them, and escape from this ghost place when the door to the wilderness opens?"

The one he calls "The King" is a handsome man named Nanli.

He casually caressed his newly made sheng, and glanced in the direction of the group of disciples: "The gate to the wild is opened between the four gates, you want to flee straight to the hinterland of his hometown to die?"

Zhu Dongfeng was eager to try: "Then kill them all?"

"Did you see the leader?" Nanli pointed at them with the Paisheng, "Look at the clothes, that person is a senior disciple of Ying Tianchuan, if we take his life, we will incur retaliation from the four sects. Don't you Do you think our life in the wild is too easy?"

Zhu Dongfeng showed unwillingness: "...Then let them pass by so cheaply?"

Nanli joked casually: "If one day he falls into despair and is exiled here, it won't be too late for us to entertain him well."

Zhu Dongfeng had no choice but to put away his unnecessary thoughts, turned his head and looked around, and was suddenly taken aback.

——One of Ying Tianchuan's disciples stopped and looked straight at where the two were.

Zhu Dongfeng frowned with thick brows, and quietly clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, secretly frightened.

Obviously he and the king had already concealed their aura and figure when they came up, how could an ordinary young Taoist priest detect them?

Have the stinky Taoist priests outside the wilderness now reached such a level of cultivation?

Zhou Beinan took care of his disciples all the way, for fear that someone would be left behind. When he turned his head this time, he saw a disciple stopped still, his face changed, and he shouted sharply, "Who is that, why are you here, why are you in a daze?"

Ye Buyi, who had just passed the Eastern Emperor's ritual competition and put on the costumes of inner disciples as he wished, was looking at a steep cliff half a mile away in a daze. Said: "Brother Zhou, I..."

Zhou Beinan was not polite: "You are so half-hearted when you come to the wilderness, and you will know how powerful it is if a ferocious beast comes out and takes you away!"

Ye Buyi closed his mouth, lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "Senior brother Zhou, this disciple knows his mistake, so he will not be distracted anymore."

Looking at his watery and innocent eyes, Zhou Beinan inexplicably thought of another pair of eyes.

... Those eyes were big and bright, black and white, but always stubborn like weeds, making people want to pinch his face.

Most of Zhou Beinan's anger dissipated immediately, he coughed lightly, suppressed the smile on his lower lips, and tried to put on a stern look: "Go, go, don't waste any more time!"

As the team continued to move forward, Ye Buyi couldn't help but look back again.

The flowers on the cliff were really beautiful, red like blood, flying enthusiastically, like a piece of heavenly fire falling into the world, he had never seen it before in this world, and I am afraid that he will never see it again in the future.

Nanli sat among the flowers of the Arhat, picked a branch casually to play with, heard Zhu Dongfeng's return, raised his eyes indifferently, but met a pair of eyes in the distance.

He couldn't see Nanli, but Nanli could see him.

At a glance, Nanli was slightly stunned, couldn't help standing up, and walked a few steps towards the edge of the cliff.

Zhu Dongfeng was puzzled: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Nanli looked at the back of the little Taoist who turned away, and murmured thoughtfully: "...His eyes are like an old friend."

As soon as Zhou Beinan left the wilderness, before Zhou Beinan had time to wash away the dust, a letter with gold and red wax varnish came forward, saying it was a letter from Fengling.

Zhou Beinan picked it up, picked off the seal, glanced at it, and frowned.

Cheng Ding, who originally agreed to take a bath in the Tangchi together with him, saw his unsteady expression, and asked, "Senior Brother Zhou, what's the matter?"

Zhou Beinan snorted heavily: "...Duanxiu!"

Cheng Ding: "...?"

Zhou Beinan raised his legs, and walked out cursingly: "It's okay for a man to be happy with a man, and he's even making a show of being married to a matchmaker. It's not too embarrassing to show it!"

Cheng Ding was surprised, fastened his loose belt again, chased him out and said, "Brother Zhou, aren't you taking a bath?"

"What else are you washing?!" Zhou Beinan waved, "Cheng Ding, come over too, go to my private warehouse, and help me pick out some treasures. The more expensive the better. I, Zhou Beinan, will have to do whatever I want if someone surnamed Xu makes such a scandal. Give him back his face!"