100 years after breaking up with Taoist couple

When Gu Xuecun woke up leisurely, the sky was half dark.

He was leaning in someone's arms, feeling the back of his head was heavy and aching, and he tried to open his eyes, but it was a bit difficult.

The person holding him should be Song Zipei. He remembered that he passed out after eating the fruit. He was struggling to sit up, but his shoulders were held down by a pair of strong hands.

Only then did Gu Xuecun slowly come back to his senses, a faint sandalwood scent lingered on the tip of his nose, this smell was distant and cold, the familiar one could not be more familiar.

Gu Xuecun froze.

Looking up, as expected, it was the man's tight jaw line and light-colored lips that caught his eyes.

Lu Jueling looked down at him calmly.

"Lu..." Gu Xuecun's words came to her lips, and she quickly changed her words, "Xianchang Lu, what's wrong with me."

The hand that Lu Jueling was pressing on his shoulder loosened, so Gu Xuecun sat up, looked around, and found that a group of disciples of the Zixiao Sect had set up a bonfire in the woods, and they were sitting around the bonfire at the moment Looking at him and Lu Jueling with different expressions.

Among them, Song Zipei was the one with the most tangled expression. He looked at Gu Xuecun, his face turned green and pale, his eyes were filled with hesitation and hesitation.

Lu Jue Ling said, "Who are you?"

Gu Xuecun thumped in her heart, pretending to be stupid: "What do you mean by Xianchang?"

Song Zipei said slowly: "...we have sent an interrogation to the sect overnight, and there are three inner disciples with the surname Shi, none of them live in Dengzhou, and... no one named Goudan."

Gu Xuecun scolded in his heart that if he wanted to spread it early, he thought he had fooled it.

"Uh, maybe my brother is an outer disciple..."

Lu Jueling ignored him, and said: "Looking at your pulse condition, your meridians are unobstructed, and your roots and bones are very good. Looking at the inner disciples of my sect, it is absolutely true."

"In this case, your elder brother was selected to join the Zixiao faction, why..." He paused, "...Mr. Shi has remained silent until now, and still wants to disguise himself as a woman?"

When Song Zipei heard the word "Mr. Shi", his complexion was colorful, and the disciples of the Zixiao Sect who watched the excitement laughed out loud.

Gu Xue thought it was so, and laughed dryly: "Actually, there is something else hidden in it."

Lu Jueling said, "Oh?"

"Although I am not born as a girl, maybe because of my good looks, my parents have always raised me as a girl. So, after a long time, I will forget whether I am a man or a woman..." He said Talking nonsense, in a flash of thought, he has already thought of several ways to get out.

I only regret that the blood contract between him and Xiaoyue has been cancelled, and I can't use my spiritual sense to transmit sound at this time, and I don't know where this brat has gone.

Lu Jueling snorted coldly and said, "Sweet words."

After finishing speaking, the jasper hole flute in his hand slammed towards Gu Xuecun's face. Gu Xuecun never expected that this person would strike at the slightest disagreement, and he couldn't dodge. Seeing his face was about to be hit by the flute body one is right.

This blow seemed light, but the body of the flute was blown by a strong wind, and Gu Xuecun would get a nosebleed no matter what.

No one in the Zixiao faction expected that their little master would suddenly attack a mortal with no cultivation, let alone that he would use his famous insight to slap someone in the face.

There was no poise, no elegance.

But the incident happened so suddenly that they could only freeze in place, unable to react.

Only Song Zipei couldn't hold back, and said in shock: "Miss Shi—"

However, the jade flute stopped in front of Gu Xuecun's nose.

Lu Jueling looked at him coldly, his slender fingers with well-defined joints tightly grasped the body of Dong Zhi Xiao, and the fingertips were slightly white.

Gu Xuecun didn't seem to be aware of what happened from the beginning to the end, and it took him a long time to let out a sigh of relief, and said tremblingly: "Yes... If you have something to say, don't slap people in the face."

Lu Jueling finally let go of Dongzhi's hand, and he took back the flute, his voice was so cold that no emotion could be heard: "If you don't want to tell the truth about your identity, don't blame me for offending you."

Gu Xuecun noticed that Lu Jueling was very angry.

He knew that his performance just now could be said to be a genuine, unadulterated mortal. Even though Lu Jueling was suspicious, he couldn't be sure of his true identity.

After all, except for him and his mother, no one else knows about the fact that he is practicing a blood contract with a natal spirit beast.

Gu Xuecun touched his nose and said with a smile, "Oh, how do you offend me?"

Lu Jueling said lightly: "From now on, you must not leave me five feet away."

Gu Xuecun: "..."

He originally wanted to ask what to do when he went to the toilet, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

Lu Jueling was in a bad mood, although he usually kept silent when it was not necessary, but this time all the disciples of the Zixiao faction really noticed it.

"Rest here today, and leave at the end of Mao tomorrow." After he finished speaking, he walked under a tree a little far away from the campfire, and Gu Xuecun quickly followed after seeing this.

Lu Jueling stopped in his tracks and said, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say that I will always follow you?"

Lu Jueling: "..."

Lu Jue Ling: "...Three zhang away is enough."

Gu Xuecun was rather disappointed: "Okay."

Only then did Lu Jueling walk to the farthest tree, close his eyes, sit cross-legged in meditation, and put his knowledge aside.

It has been more than 100 years, and he is still like this. He is born to want to stay away from the crowd, for fear of getting a little bit of life.

All the disciples of the Zixiao faction sat or leaned on, taking a rest for a while. In fact, they have practiced since they were young, and they no longer need to sleep like ordinary people like this. , as soon as I looked for it, it was day and night, but now when I am free, I am tired and sleep with my eyes closed.

The only exception is Song Zipei.

There was silence in the night, only the crackling of the bonfire and the shallow breathing of the disciples after they fell asleep. Song Zipei was silent for a long time, and said, "Master Shi...you are not asleep, are you?"

Gu Xuecun: "I fell asleep."

Song Zipei: "..."

"What's the matter, do you want to settle accounts with me?" Gu Xuecun pondered for a moment, then said, "I don't seem to be able to beat you."

Song Zipei said: "No, I didn't mean that."

Gu Xuecun was puzzled: "Then what did you ask me to do?"

"Young Master Shi, what... is your real name?"

"Why, do you remember me?" He suddenly sat up, looked at Song Zipei and said seriously, "Brother Song, I saw you cute before, but I couldn't help teasing you, it was my fault, I'm sorry."

Song Zipei said helplessly, "I'm not holding grudges, I'm just curious."

Only then did Gu Xuecun let out an oh, and said, "It's fine if you're not angry."

"My surname is indeed Shi, and my single name is Moon, the moon in the water."

Song Zipei said: "I see, I..."

Gu Xuecun smiled and said: "I know, I know, your name is Zipei, the son who grows old with you, Peiran is the one you can't resist. Right?"

"... Exactly, Mr. Shi has a good memory." Song Zipei's face turned red again, "I am 16 years old, and I am a disciple of Master Jingheng of the Zixiao Sect."

Gu Xuecun: "..."

How did Jing Heng, who is so crooked and irritable, raise an apprentice like Song Zipei?

"I know Mr. Shi, you have something to hide and you don't want to reveal your identity, but Mr. Song still wants to make friends with you." Song Zipei said this with a serious expression on his face, "You were so contemptuous before, please don't worry about Mr. Shi .”

Gu Xuecun thought for a while, and said: "...Have you ever belittled me, did you mean you watched me take a bath? Or did you treat me like a girl?"

Song Zipei: "..."

Song Zipei: "The fruit I picked today is poisonous. I mistook it for an ordinary wild fruit. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, I'm fine." Seeing his guilty face, Gu Xuecun couldn't help feeling a little funny, "You really don't look like your master..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped.

Song Zipei asked suspiciously: "Young Master Shi, do you know your master?"

"Never, never. It's just that I often hear the name of Daoist Jingheng, and I have admired her name for a long time."

Song Zipei showed a gentle smile: "Master has a strong temper, hates evil like hatred, but treats his disciples very well."

It's not clear whether he is jealous or not, but he must be jealous of Gu Xuecun anyway.

Gu Xuecun said: "So that's the case... Then I don't know if your little uncle has an apprentice?"

Song Zipei shook his head and said, "Little martial uncle is cold-tempered. Every time after a martial art competition, many disciples want to join him, but the martial uncle always says that his master-student relationship is weak and it is not suitable to accept disciples. There are no disciples under the seat."

Gu Xuecun was stunned.

... The relationship between the master and the apprentice is weak. It seems that he still hasn't let go of that incident.

He wanted to ask Song Zipei how Lu Jueling was doing well after the poison of Yin Jiao was cured, but he didn't know how to ask.I was also worried that Lu Jue Ling was still sane over there, and when he heard their conversation, he became suspicious, and his thoughts went back and forth, but in the end he still didn't dare to ask.

"Master Shi, why... are you wearing women's clothes?"

Gu Xuecun is very honest: "Because it looks good."

There was finally a crack in the smile on Song Zipei's face: "It turns out that it is so, it is really beautiful."

Gu Xuecun said: "I don't know why you are searching this mountain area?"

Song Zipei hesitated for a moment, then said: "This... the elders of the master sect have orders, so I'm sorry to tell you."

Gu Xuecun originally wanted to take advantage of the atmosphere to set him up, but he didn't expect that the young man looked stupid, but he didn't fall for him.

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to say it, let it go." He picked up a leaf and covered his eyes, and said, "I'm going to sleep, Brother Song should also go to bed early."

Beihai, Chunhua Palace.

Fairy music fluttered, bells slapped lightly, and seven or eight young girls with light veils danced lightly in the center of the dance floor.

A beautiful woman in rich clothes was leaning on Concubine Zhang's couch, with one white wrist propping her cheek in boredom, while the other hand pinched a fresh and juicy purple grape with jade-like fingertips.

In the middle of the dance, a few nuns in scarlet clothes walked slowly from outside the corridor. The women in Chinese clothes waved their hands when they saw this, and the music stopped suddenly.

The leading female cultivator in scarlet clothes saluted, "Palace Master."

"What's the matter? The group of Danxiu from Jiku Mountain are here looking for trouble again?" She put the grapes in her mouth and chuckled, "Who dared to behave wildly in Chunhua Palace when my sister was not over the catastrophe, but now everyone Come to find fault."

"...It's not Jikushan, but the Young Palace Master."

"Cun'er?" The woman in Chinese clothes was stunned for a moment, then snorted again, "He will go wherever he likes, and he will save whoever he likes, isn't he just talking about a man and a man who does things alone? It has nothing to do with my Chunhua Palace. My aunt can't control him anymore, let him do it on his own, and don't mention it to me."

"But, the soul-inducing lamp of the young palace master is off."

The woman in Chinese clothes didn't react when she heard the words, and it took a while for her face to change drastically: "What did you say? Where is Cun'er's soul-inducing lamp?"

The female cultivator in scarlet clothes then took out a small and exquisite golden lampstand from her sleeve. At this moment, the blue flame that should have danced in the center of the lampstand had already been extinguished, and there was no sound anymore.

The woman in the fancy dress was terrified, she almost spat out a mouthful of blood, she took a deep breath, her voice was trembling: "When did it die?"

"One day ago, before the lights went out, the direction indicated was still south." The female cultivator hesitated for a moment, then carefully added, "It seems to be the direction of the Zixiao sect."