All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

Jing Zhou snatched the storybook from Yu Ci: "This is a nonsense fabrication, there is nothing to read."

Yu Ci didn't change his face, and smiled: "I think the writing is pretty good."

Jing Zhou also said calmly: "Yes, objectively speaking, except for the plot nonsense, the writing is really good."

"The setting also has a sense." Qi Wuyou said suddenly, and Qi Wusuo hurriedly came over and covered his brother's mouth.

Jing Zhou threw the story book into the box: "It's meaningless, tell me after you read it, I'll burn it."

Qi Wuwu was stunned for a moment, um, um, but he felt very sorry, these are all originals, which cannot be bought in the market, and were written by the author word by word...It is a pity to burn them.

But looking at his brother's wink, he didn't struggle to resist.

Jing Zhou turned to Yu Ci, smiled and said, "Someday someone will write about us."

Seeing that Yu Ci's face was about to turn red again, Qi Wuwu said, "Master, did you write it?"

"...I don't have this function."

"Oh."

"Should I pay for a ghostwriter?"

Qi Wuwu nodded: "Yes, but I don't really feel it."

Jing Zhou was speechless, the world is so particular about words in this circle?

"Master, look at this," Qi Wuwei fished out a letter from a box of scripts, "it's for you."

Jing Zhou took the letter suspiciously, and on the envelope of Hehuanhong was written "Brother Zhou personally", Jing Zhou was taken aback--Brother Zhou?

He couldn't wait to cut off the wax and took out the letter to read.

The person who wrote the letter didn't talk nonsense, and asked him to go to the Lotus Ferry outside Jindu City for a drink in three days' time. At that time, he would not only deliver the rest of the script, but also inform him about the whereabouts of the Buried Spring Sword.

The signature was Xi'er, and an invitation was attached.

Jing Zhou became interested all of a sudden, and skipped the rest of the story. He was already curious about this Xi'er, and the whereabouts of the buried spring sword was the key to his plot. It was taken away by Qi Jue, and he had confronted it during the Tianxing Tower battle, but with Qi Jue's life and death unknown, the whereabouts of Buried Spring was also unknown.

Jing Zhou folded the letter and put it in his lapel. The wine appointment came just in time.

Yu Ci glanced at his act of receiving the letter, but said nothing.

Three days later, at Zishi, Jing Zhou took the invitation and went to Hehuadu alone.

The moonlight is beautiful on this night, and it is the annual Chaolianhui Night Market in Jindu City.

Because Jindu City is full of lakes, ponds, rivers and rivers, men and women came out of the city on the night of the Chaolian Festival.

The dotted lotus-shaped marriage lamps on Chaolian Lake complement each other beautifully with the real lotus flowers. The flickering light almost drowns the lights of the boats in the lake. Attracted, I vaguely remember that Shang Yuanye himself and Yu Ci released the lotus lantern, and he even pulled a marriage thread between the two of them.

The farther you go to the west, the fewer people live there, and the lotus lanterns in the lake become sparser.

After another cup of tea, there was only one moon left on the lake, reflecting the lotus flowers all over the lake.

After bypassing a lotus forest, there is the lotus ferry. A black-covered boat was waiting here. The boatman was wearing a bamboo hat and a veiled hat, and sat in the moonlight with his back to Jingzhou: "Sect Master Jing, please come with me."

His eyes hidden behind the hood looked at Jing Zhou with a half-smile.

"It's time to work." Jing Zhou boarded the boat, and the boat broke through the water and sailed westward.

The boat rocked slowly, swaying, and the faint sound of water lingered in my ears.

Jing Zhou looked at the boatman who deliberately concealed his breath from time to time, and then looked at the lotus flowers in full bloom around him leisurely. Not only was he not suspicious, but he even looked forward to the drinking appointment in his heart.

About half an hour later, the awning boat docked, and Jing Zhou followed the boatman to the depths of the forest.

The boatman was tall and straight, with a calm and unrestrained posture, and his pace was unhurried. He looked absolutely extraordinary. Jing Zhou saw that the other party had no killing intent, so he followed frankly.

After bypassing several formations that were made into flower curtains, the boatman led him to a remote mountain courtyard. The door was unlocked. The boatman opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

As soon as Jing Zhou stepped on the threshold, the boatman standing by the door disappeared without a trace, together with the Huayu mountain forest behind him, all disappeared in the rising mist.

Jing Zhou knew that this was the formation of the ghost clan, and it was also the mansion of the ghost clan.

He didn't panic at all, but his curiosity was getting stronger and stronger, and he felt that this invitation was very interesting.

The opened gate slowly closed, Jing Zhou went around the flower curtain and walked to the courtyard, and saw a man in red standing in the center of the courtyard, bathed in the moonlight, feeding the koi in the pond bored.

The other party didn't stop because of Jing Zhou's approach. The koi in the pond shook their tails with his movements, clusters of red swaying, and there were bursts of water noise.

Looking at Jing Zhou's back, he knew that this person was the ghost lord Qi Jue who was supposed to die.

He raised his vigilance all of a sudden, but the other party calmed down: "Brother Zhou, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?"

As he said that, Qi Jue turned around and smiled at Jing Zhou. When Jing Zhou met his eyes, his heart beat inexplicably.

He admitted that the ghost master's face was indeed the most beautiful in the world.

"Okay, thank you Ghost Lord for your hospitality."

Jing Zhou also relaxed, and responded calmly.

"What kind of ghost master is it called? It's too outlandish. Brother Zhou should call me Xi'er."

"You are Xi'er?"

The air was silent for a moment, Qi Jue approached step by step like that day outside the Sky Punishment Pagoda, squinting his eyes to look carefully at Jing Zhou, Jing Zhou didn't panic, and looked at him calmly.

"Brother Zhou, something is really wrong with you."

"What do you mean?" Jing Zhou didn't know why.

"Have you read all the scriptures I gave you?"

"I read the part." Jing Zhou told the truth frankly.

Qi Jue smiled: "How is it?"

Jing Zhou replied truthfully: "The writing is good, the plot is also interesting, but the setting...is not very good."

"Brother Zhou, what do you think is wrong?"

"It's ridiculous."

Qi Jue shrugged: "No, these are real events."

Jing Zhou: "...?"

Qi Jue looked into his eyes seriously: "It's because Brother Zhou didn't remember that I wrote it down word by word and sent it to you to remind you."

The suspicious look on Jing Zhou's face became more intense, and at the same time, his head began to ache again.

Seeing his pale face, Qi Jue raised his hand with a smile, and pressed his cold fingertips on Jing Zhou's swollen and painful temples: "Although I don't know what happened, but I will make brother Zhou fall in love with me again."

"..." Jing Zhou froze, knowing that the other party was the ghost master who had just been stabbed by him, knowing that he should knock down the other party's hand at this time, but his body seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and he was unwilling to move.

It should be said that he was very fond of Qi Jue's cold finger and just right strength.

Jing Zhou didn't know why he would think of the word miss...

"Let me explain to you in advance that there is an evil weeping formation in this room. If Brother Zhou uses his spiritual power without authorization and angers the tens of thousands of Yin soldiers stationed under Zhuangzi, it will be very troublesome." Qi Jue still smiled, "Maybe the entire Tianjin The people in Ducheng will be implicated and buried with them, so Brother Zhou must hold back."

Jing Zhou: "..." The ghost master is indeed a ghost master, ruthless enough.

Qi Jue curled his lips innocently: "I can't help it. When Brother Zhou still liked me, he treated me very cruelly. He never showed mercy when he stabbed a knife. Later, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. He almost killed me with a knife. Fate, I don’t want to die, of course I have to be careful, right?”

Although Jing Zhou didn't remember what he said, and didn't agree with him, he still cheered and said calmly, "That's the truth."

Qi Jue smiled: "Brother Zhou just needs to understand."

Jing Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, the buried spring is here, right?"

Qi Jue sighed in disappointment and said, "I thought you would ask about the rest of the script first."

Jing Zhou: "Can you send it directly to Jindu Mountain? It's so heavy, it's hard for me to carry it all the way."

Qi Jue: "How is it? Did you like the group of Second Young Masters last time?"

Jing Zhou said truthfully: "I can't put it down."

Qi Jue smiled again: "Don't worry about burying the spring, you're going to starve, let's chat while eating."

As he said that, Qi Jue called the ghosts to set up dishes on the table in the yard, eight dishes and one soup, all of which were rich in color, fragrance and taste.

Jing Zhou swallowed subconsciously, his eyes lit up after being hungry for many days.

But he still bit the bullet and held back: "So, why is the ghost master mobilizing people to invite me this time?"

Qi Jue led him to his seat: "It's been a few days since we left the Tianxing Tower, so I naturally want to see you."

Jing Zhou: "...Ghost Master, don't go around in circles."

Qi Jue blinked: "This is the truth."

Jing Zhou calmed down, "Other than that?"

Qi Jue smiled: "I want to exchange the buried spring for my painting."

Jing Zhou's expression froze, with a bad premonition in his heart: "That portrait of you?"

"That's right, brother Zhou's place, right?"

"Oh, it's burned."

Qi Jue's face changed slightly, and then returned to normal in an instant: "It's so sad."

"..." Jing Zhou couldn't see the word "sad" from his expression at all.

"I thought about exchanging this painting for the buried spring, but now it's useless."

Qi Jue smiled, the disappointment in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by gloating.

"Why is your portrait here?" This is what Jing Zhou has been very confused about.

Qi Jue poured the wine for him: "If you can't remember, go to the story book, it's all written in it."

"How much can I believe the ghost master's words?"

Jing Zhou was very hungry, but he hesitated to move his chopsticks, not because he was afraid of being poisoned by the other party, but because he knew that he would not be able to eat no matter how hungry he was.

"I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, try my cooking. Is it the same as described in the script? You can eat it."

Jing Zhou didn't hesitate, picked up a piece of fish meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. When the fresh and tender meat stayed on his lips and teeth and ran across his throat, and the familiar and terrifying nausea reaction didn't happen, his shock had already overwhelmed his hunger. Can eat the food made by Qi Jue himself...and this taste coincides with the one in memory.

But in my memory, this is obviously Yu Ci's craftsmanship...

"How? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Qi Jue smiled, but Jing Zhou was too shocked to say a word.

"I'm afraid your memory has been tampered with, although I don't know how to do it."

"..."

"Brother Zhou, I am your Taoist companion."

"..."

"The one who was stabbed, the one you like, has always been me."

"..."

"It's not the current Yu Ci."

Seeing that Jing Zhou didn't answer, Qi Jue continued: "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you remember or not, I remember brother Zhou said that he likes beauties."

Jing Zhou managed to regain his senses: "Well..."

Qi Jue smiled: "Then look, isn't my face much prettier than Yu Ci's?"

Before Jing Zhou answered, Qi Jue's smile deepened: "You hesitated, that's right."

"Hurry up and eat. I'll tell you after dinner. Now that the portrait has been burned, if you still want to get the buried spring, I can open another condition."