I am also courting Bai Yueguang today

In the noisy market, there was an endless stream of pedestrians, and there were all kinds of vendors on both sides of the street, shouting enthusiastically to the passers-by what they were selling.

Among the passers-by, a young man standing in front of the classics booth and holding a crimson bamboo bone umbrella is particularly eye-catching.

Although it is sunny now, the sun is not so hot that it needs to be shaded. Besides, the person holding the umbrella is a man, so the eyes of people passing by can't help but stay on the other person for a few more times.

"Young Master, you have found the right place. If you look at the secret classics in the entire world of cultivating immortals, my place is the most complete!" The stall owner said enthusiastically.

Holding an umbrella in one hand, Wen Xia quickly flipped through the classics she picked up from the stall with the other. After reading it, she folded the classics together and asked the stall owner, "Where did this classic come from?"

The stall owner stretched his neck to look at the cover of the ancient book, and said with a smile, "Master, you have good eyesight. This Great Formation of Resurrection is the most popular classic in the world of cultivating immortals during this period! It was uploaded by Chi Wei, the little demon leader of Mingqiu who has risen up, and the effect can be imagined!"

"Big Formation of Resurrection?" Wen Xia squeezed the handle of the umbrella in her hand, gritted her teeth and said, "This formation is clearly called Life Soul Guidance!"

"Shenghunyin?" The stall owner scratched his forehead, and the smile on his face faded, "Young master, are you here to buy classics or to ruin the scene? If you don't buy, please leave quickly, don't get in the way I'm in business, and our small business can't stand your toss."

Wen Xia laughed instead of anger when she heard the words, and slapped the stall, "You don't even know the name of this formation and who wrote it, but you dare to sell it openly, you are not afraid to create this formation. Someone came to your door and smashed your stall."

The stall owner's face changed, "I think you are young, and you won't bother with your radical words! Just take care of yourself—"

He took out an ancient book that recorded the formation of the soul, and pointed to the small characters on the lower right corner of the cover, "The person who wrote this formation is Chi Wei, the little devil, and the one who publicized and sold this formation is also Chi Wei, if you are dissatisfied with this formation, go talk to Chi Wei, don't interfere with my business here!"

After he finished speaking, he added confidently, "What's more, my family is not the only one who sells the Great Formation of Returning from the Dead, not to mention the entire Immortal Cultivation World. Looking at this street, there are at least twenty or thirty stalls selling it! I still don't believe that you, a young man, have the ability to smash all our stalls."

Wen Xia'er's eyes were rounded angrily by the plausible look of the street vendor, and when he was about to argue a few words, someone grabbed his sleeve, "Brother Xiaoyou, I've bought it."

Chi Yu changed into clean clothes, the blood and stains on his face were washed off, and he was carrying a large package on his back, and he was staring at him intently with his neck up.

"The big one didn't leave, and the young one came again. I'm really out of luck today." The stall owner groaned.

Wen Xia sneered, and reached out to Chi Yu, "Chi Yu, give me your Lingshi bag."

Chi Yu snorted, took out a heavy cloth bag from his sleeve and asked, "Brother Xiaoyou, do you want to buy something?"

Wen Xia glanced at the stall owner, and said inexplicably, "That's right. I'm going to buy all the classics in this street, and then...throw them into the river outside to feed the fish."

The stall owner was taken aback, "My lord, are you kidding me..."

"Who has the leisure to joke with you." Wen Xia hooked his hands towards Chi Yu, "Chi Yu, hurry up and give your Lingshi bag..."

"Brother Xiaoyou, this is my last bag of spirit stones. We need to spend our money wisely." Chi Yu said to Wen Xiaer after running more than ten feet away at some point.

After speaking, he tightened the package on his back, turned around and ran away.

Wen Xia'er hesitated for a moment, then immediately followed after her.

"My lord, do you still want to buy this classic?" The stall owner shouted loudly behind Wen Xia'er.

Wen Xiayou didn't even look back while holding her umbrella, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

In the middle of the night, the bright moon rises.

Wen Xia'er lay on the bed in the inn and dozed off. The room was pitch black, and there were occasional rustling sounds from the direction of the outer room.

Wen Xia opened her eyes, got on the bed and lit the candles beside her, and walked towards the outer room with the candlestick.

"Chi Yu, what are you doing?" Wen Xia asked after seeing the person standing by the desk.

With his back turned to him, Chi Yu quickly raised his hands to wipe his face twice, then turned around and said, "Today is Brother Yun's first seven, and I'm offering incense to him."

Wen Xia moved the candlestick up, and saw a coffin was placed on the table, and there was still an incense burner in front of the coffin, burning incense at the moment.

Wen Xia asked: "You wandered alone for a long time during the day, just to create this spiritual seat for Yun Guzhen?"

Chi Yu nodded, "It's not good to set up a tomb for Brother Yun in the forest in Yinchuan. I'm afraid he won't be able to reincarnate smoothly."

Wen Xia stepped forward and put the candlestick on the table.

The tiny fire couldn't reach every corner of the room, but right now it marked Yun Guzhen's spiritual position extremely clearly.

"You cast this spiritual seat for Yun Guzhen, and he will pass away smoothly." Wen Xia said.

"really?"

Wen Xiaer said yes, in order to prevent Chi Yu from digging into the horns of this matter, after thinking about it, he said: "Look at me, after I died, no one erected a monument for me, so I still came back alive?"

"How could it be?" Chi Yu didn't believe it, "Brother Xiaoyou, you are such a nice person, how could it be possible that no one erected a monument for you."

Wen Xia yawned indifferently, "Maybe."

"There must be!" Chi Yu said solemnly: "If there really isn't one, I'll find the best spiritual tablet shop and build one for Brother Xiaoyou right now."

Wen Xia stretched out her hand and flicked Chi Yu's forehead, "What are you talking about, I am alive and fine, what tablet do you want you to put up?"

Chi Yu covered his forehead in pain, "I forgot."

"Children, go to bed as soon as the incense is burnt." Wen Xia walked towards the inner room, and before leaving, she instructed, "Remember to take medicine before going to bed."

"I know Brother Xiaoyou." Chi Yu replied.

The next day—

Chi Yu got up early, and just after dawn, she woke up Wen Xiaer, and dragged her to the inn hall to have breakfast with him.

Wen Xiaer and Chi Yu sat in the hall on the second floor of the inn. There were five or six plates of exquisite snacks on the table. .

He was so sleepy that he was woken up by Chi Yu early in the morning, he was not in the mood to eat at all, he just wanted to sleep.

So he leaned his body on the vermilion lacquered pillar beside him, and closed his eyes to catch up on sleep.

Chi Yu asked without raising his head while holding the contents in his mouth, "Brother Xiaoyou, when will we arrive at Mount Yuze..."

Wen Xiayou closed her eyes and replied weakly: "In another day, we will be able to reach the foot of Yuze Mountain."

Chi Yu listened for a while, "Then I have to finish eating quickly, and try to reach Yuze Mountain in half a day." After he finished speaking, he ate faster.

Wen Xia didn't speak, she changed her position and continued to sleep.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps at the gate of the inn, and then five or six monks dressed in white walked in through the gate. They sat down at a table, and one of them threw his sword on the table. Let it go, "That little devil is simply too rampant!"

Wen Xiaer woke up from sleep because of this cry, and asked Chi Yu in a daze, "What happened?"

Chi Yu finished the porridge in the bowl and said, "Someone is coming from below."

Annoyed, Wen Xia picked up the tea in front of her and drank it down in one gulp. The tea entered her throat, and she finally regained consciousness.

"I don't know what happened to Master Uncle chasing Chi Wei alone." Someone from a group of white-clothed monks downstairs said.

"Chi Wei is full of tricks, and my uncle is kind-hearted. I am also a little worried about fighting with Chi Wei alone."

"Why don't we go to support Master Uncle?"

"No, Uncle Master never does anything he is not sure of. Since he told us to wait for him at the inn, he will definitely come back to find us."

The voices of these people were not talking loudly, but it was still early, and the only guests in the inn besides them were Wen Xiaer and Chi Yu upstairs, as well as a few waiters who were sweeping the floor and mopping the tables, so the content of their conversation was as follows: Wen Xia'er and Chi Yu's ears heard every single word.

When Wen Xia heard Chi Wei's name, the expression between his eyebrows and eyes moved. He leaned on the railing on the second floor and glanced down, and his spirit was lifted after seeing it.

"Brother Xiaoyou, let's go." Chi Yu did not know when he came behind Wen Xiayou, his tone was a little eager.

"What are you going to do? Look below." Wen Xia'er pulled Chi Yu to the railing, "Look, the Yuze Mountain you want to worship is below."

Wearing a frost-colored robe and holding a blue breath long sword, looking at the entire world of cultivating immortals, who else would dare to wear such a robe except Yu Zeshan.

Chi Yu looked behind with a look of embarrassment, "But..."

"But what, don't you want to go to Yuze Mountain to become a fairy cultivator? The people below are all disciples of Yuze Mountain."

Chi Yu pondered for a moment, and said: "Brother Xiaoyou, let's go, don't stay here. It's the same if we go directly to Yuze Mountain."

Wen Xia glanced sideways at Chi Yu, wondering why the other party suddenly changed his attitude.

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly changed the subject: "Chi Yu, let me ask you, if someone steals and sells the things you have worked so hard to make without saying a word, and tampers with the things you made What do you do if you come out with the name of this thing and say that he made it?"

Chi Yu looked blank, as if he didn't expect the other party to ask this question suddenly, he replied slowly: "Of course... naturally I want to find out the person who stole my things, and ask him to apologize and return the things to me." Give me."

Wen Xia smiled, and her eyes fell on the door of the inn, "You are right."

Not only did he have to find Chi Wei to apologize to him, but he also had to let the other party taste all the flavors of his talisman in his hands in order to vent his grievances.

"The evil deeds that Chi Wei has done in recent years are actually comparable to that of Wen Yang back then." Among the disciples of Yu Zeshan who had been silent for a long time, someone suddenly spoke out.

As soon as the words came out, someone immediately reprimanded in a low voice: "No reason, what to do with a devil who has been dead for more than 20 years, isn't it messy enough?"

"Since you said that Wen Yang has been dead for more than 20 years, it doesn't matter if I mention it." The man retorted: "Nowadays, Chi Wei is acting perversely and has a notorious reputation. I think he is just like Wen Xiaer back then. carved out!"

The other person frowned, "You don't need to say any more, everyone is worried about the disappearance of the uncle who is chasing Chi Wei now. You also specifically mentioned Wen Xiaer, the young master of Mingqiu back then. This is not to disturb the minds of all the brothers and sisters." ?"

"I……"

Wen Xia leaned against the railing with her face propped up in her hands. After a long time, her drowsiness began to overflow again, and her eyesight staring at the gate became a little loose.

"Brother Xiaoyou, the people below seem to be talking about you." Chi Yu suggested, "Let's go to Yuze Mountain as soon as possible."

Wen Xia said without changing expression: "Don't worry, wait a little longer."

Chi Yu bit her lip, her face turned pale, and she was about to persuade Wen Xiaer again when someone came from the inn.