Bai Wuchang doesn't love anyone

He he... Fanyin?Wu Ziyu's legendary qin master's old friend?How could you be a priest in the illusion? !

Awkwardness and irritability surged up from my heart, breaking through the already rippling lake water, and bubbling out.No wonder he wanted to come to the western underworld so impatiently, and he didn't hesitate to enter this extremely dangerous abyss. It turned out that he came for this old friend.

"Let's come in and have a sip of tea." Fanyin made a gesture of invitation, and when the two of them walked into the room, he took off the ribbon tied on the sleeves for the convenience of work and handed it to the boy next to him. With a slight flick of his arms, he stretched his wide sleeves.He is tall and tall, just like a snow-capped mountain; his skin is like enamel, just like the cold color of snow, and he is dressed in a red dress with a touch of fireworks and a worldly atmosphere.

Fan Yin took the tea made by the boy and walked to the front room.Inside the room, Wu Ziyu and Luo Yuhuan were sitting side by side at the head of the main seat, their expressions seemed not very happy.

"The humble house is shabby, it's really hard to entertain the two of you well, if you don't dislike it, try my tea."

"Where is it, thank you, Lord Priest, for your hospitality." Luo Yuhuan thanked.Wu Ziyu was still in a daze.

Fan Yin didn't take the main seat, but sat across from the two of them: "I see that Mr. Bai loses his mind as soon as he enters the house. Could it be that there is something that attracts people's soul?"

Wu Ziyu's heart tightened. Fan Yin had said this to herself in her previous life when her family first entered Fan Yin's residence.

"Feel sorry……"

"What are you apologizing for?" Fan Yin interrupted Wu Ziyu impatiently, "I see that you Wu Ziyu didn't want to recognize me, but you completely forgot about me after 500 years!"

"You!" Fan Yin's words hit Wu Ziyu's head like a dull hammer, making him suddenly stand up suddenly, "Fan Yin! Why did you come here?!"

"Why did I come here? I..." Fan Yin shut his mouth instantly when he thought of what happened after his death.

And Luo Yuhuan, who was drinking tea next to him, covered his mouth that was scalded by the tea and stared at him, what is this?It's been a long time since the old man reunited at the relative meeting?

"I've been looking for you for nearly 500 years, but I didn't expect you to be in this abyss all this time. What's going on? Why don't you go to the underworld?" Wu Ziyu stepped forward and grabbed Fanyin's arms, and said anxiously.

Seeing Wu Ziyu's pressing questions, Fanyin had no choice but to pick up something unimportant and make it up.

"After I died, I saw a mass of black surging clouds at the border. I wanted to go over to have a look, but unexpectedly I was sucked in by the mysterious power in that cloud..."

Then he saw himself standing at the entrance of the snow valley, and became the high priest in a daze.

The villagers in Snow Valley believe in mountain spirits.When the avalanche disaster hit, the refugees had nowhere to go. They saw a red-clothed immortal standing at the entrance of the snowy valley in the vast snow field. They were overjoyed and rushed forward, calling for help from the immortal.And the lost Fanyin also looked confused, explaining for a long time that he is not a god, and the villagers would not believe Fanyin's awe-inspiring aura and appearance, and followed Fanyin like a little tail.

As a result, a group of villagers walked a few steps into the valley and suddenly saw a small village like a paradise waiting for them. They were even more convinced that Fanyin was the messenger sent by the mountain spirit, and enshrined him as a priest without saying a word.Up to now, hundreds of years later, the villagers have multiplied for more than ten generations, things are different, but Fanyin is still the same Fanyin.

The belief that Shanling Messenger will never grow old is deeply rooted in the hearts of the villagers. From old to young, all the villagers respect and fear Fanyin.

"Do you know that this is the abyss of the western underworld?" Wu Ziyu's eyes flashed a trace of doubt.

Fan Yin shook his head slowly.In fact, he knew that this was the realm of the abyss.Because of the agreement with Qin Guangwang, his memory only stays in more than 200 years ago, ending in a green light.After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes and saw his own warm body temperature in the snow mountain, he knew that King Qin Guang had kept his promise.

So Fanyin waited in Snow Valley.He found that the time in this abyss seems to have been sped up, and the time of more than 500 years was abruptly shortened to two days, and the surrounding things were constantly changing except him, which created the illusion of his immortality.Two days later, he waited for Wu Ziyu and another person.

When they stepped into the snow valley, the accelerated time instantly returned to normal.

In order not to let Wu Ziyu know what happened after his death, Fanyin had to lie that he came here 500 years ago after his death, and more than 500 years have passed since he came to this illusion. It is true that he has been in Snow Valley for so long, even if Wu Ziyu asked suspiciously, he still couldn't find out why.Who would know that in real time, Fan Yin only stayed in Snow Valley for two days.

But what Fan Yin never thought of was that Wu Ziyu knew that he had appeared in Gencheng more than 200 years ago, otherwise he would not have taken the risk to make up a lie.

Seeing Fanyin's denial, Wu Ziyu slowly loosened his grip on Fanyin's hand, and his face gradually turned cold.

"Wu Jing..." Seeing that the situation was wrong, Luo Yuhuan came up to pull Wu Ziyu.Wu Ziyu patted his hand comfortingly, and said coldly, "Since we have met the priest, let's take our leave."

Fan Yin knew Wu Ziyu so well, she knew that he sensed something was wrong, so she quickly stopped him: "Wu Jing? Let's stay for dinner!"

"Don't worry about it."

"Wu Ziyu!!"

Fan Yin chased to the door and watched the two leave.His eyes were fixed on Luo Yuhuan.That person, call him Wu Jing... Wu Ziyu, Wu Ziyu, when did you become so easy-going?

Fan Yin's fingertips turning white while grabbing the door frame.Don't be impulsive, he has to leave this illusion with Wu Ziyu.He didn't turn back until the backs of the two disappeared at the corner of the street.

It's time to plan how to get out.

"Why did you lose your temper all of a sudden?" Luo Yuhuan felt secretly refreshed when she saw her old friends quarreling as soon as they met, but she couldn't show it on her face.

"Why am I angry?" Of course it was because Fan Yin bullied me!He stayed in the western underworld for 250 years, and later appeared in Gencheng. After all the calculations, he was in this abyss for at most 200 years!Why lie to yourself that you have stayed for more than 500 years?Thinking of the estranged appearance of the confidant who used to talk about everything in the past, Wu Ziyu was not only disappointed but also angry.

Luo Yuhuan hadn't gotten Wu Ziyu's answer yet, but Wu Ziyu's sleeve was pulled to his arm.

"Hey! Wu Jing! Wait for me!"

Sunset slants down.

Luo Yuhuan touched her chin and looked at the closed door.

Up to now, Wu Ziyu shut Luo Yuhuan out of the door for nearly two hours because she was sullen and wanted to sleep.Luo Yuhuan, who was bored, walked around the village twice, helped the Cuihua on the opposite side to carry water, helped the uncle from the north to carry firewood, and also helped the brothers from the east to hunt down chickens.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the temperature might drop suddenly.Wu Ziyu didn't know if he was awake or not, the window was too small for me to climb in, and the door was locked again... It would be so convenient if it was a ghost, and I would slip through it in no time.

He thought for a long time, and when he got to the crack of the door, he started yelling, "Wu Jing, if you don't let me in, I'm going to freeze to death!"

"Wu Jing! Wu Ziyu!"

The door creaked open.Wu Ziyu's complexion has eased a lot, he stepped forward and plucked a piece of chicken feather from Luo Yuhuan's hair: "Can you cook?"

"what?"

"I'm hungry." Being a human is such a bad problem, you will be hungry, want to go to the toilet, and sleepy.

How could Luo Yuhuan, a pampered young master, know how to cook? !But he still complied: "Leave me the simple thing of cooking!" Then he took the dishes Cuihua gave him into the kitchen.

Wu Ziyu also followed him in: "I'll help you light the fire." Things like lighting a fire are hard for Wu Ziyu, who has marched in the wild.He skillfully took the fire pocket and firewood, and lit a fire in the corner where there was no wind.And Luo Yuhuan wanted to rely on his years of experience in reading scripts, recalling the cooking process of those people in the scripts in his mind, and make it according to the gourd.

The noise of him chopping vegetables and pouring oil was so loud that Wu Ziyu couldn't watch the fire properly.

"What do you want to do?" Wu Ziyu stood behind Luo Yuhuan with his hands behind his back like a ghost.

"Fry a dish!"

"Why put water after oil?"

"It's oily, I'm afraid it will splash my face, pour some water on it to calm down." A bowl of water was poured into the cauldron.

"How do you cook vegetables after the oil has been put in water?"

"..." Luo Yuhuan had already boasted before, and he must not be punctured at this time, "I want to boil it!"

Then Wu Ziyu watched Luo Yuhuan pour the pot of vegetables cut into different sizes and strange shapes into the pot. He choked up for a while, but he still didn't say he hated it. Boiling is the easiest way, so it should be cooked. ?

But it backfired.

"...Why do we need to add carrots when cooking vegetables?" Wu Ziyu asked again.

"Don't you think it's a bit monotonous for Shan Qingcai?"

"Then you should put the carrots first." Wu Ziyu spat out the unripe carrots without adding salt!

Luo Yuhuan was slightly upset by the repeated dislikes: "Why do I think you know how to cook?"

"I've never killed a pig, but I've seen a pig run away," Wu Ziyu said.In the past, when Fanyin was cooking, he liked to stay by the side, and he could always remember it after watching too much. Later, Fanyin tried to let him cook once and almost burned the kitchen, so he stopped.Isn't there another sentence, the eyes can see it and the brain remembers it, but the hands don't listen to me.

Luo Yuhuan snorted, pawing at the almost tasteless food with a dismal expression.Wu Ziyu cooked the rice himself because he couldn't stand it, even so, most of the rice was burnt.

In the end, the chicken catching brothers on the east side sent the thank you chicken soup, which filled the stomachs of the two big men.

"It's really a beautiful night." Luo Yuhuan sighed seeing the sky full of stars.

Wu Ziyu's voice came from inside the room: "I made the bed!"

Luo Yuhuan responded, and was about to close the courtyard door, but saw the little boy who was at the priest's house during the day appear at the door.

Why does the big night disturb our sleep?Luo Yuhuan thought about it angrily.

The author has something to say: Thank you sisters for collecting~ I bow to you.