I am also courting Bai Yueguang today

A few days had passed since the last trip to Yuze Mountain, where Wen Xia'er had been unhappy, and since that day Wen Xia'er had locked herself in her room without going out and had a great deal of sulking.Taking advantage of his suffocation, he fiddled with several new talisman papers. Just as the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, he distributed a talisman to everyone in the family one by one.

After Mo Zhu received the talisman he sent, he was quite puzzled, and asked him: "Mo Zhu is not a talisman cultivator, and the talisman that Shaojun gave me is of no use."

Wen Xia twirled the talisman and explained: "Bringing this talisman around can prevent evil spirits from entering the body and keep the Lingtai clear." He was able to think of making this talisman thanks to his trip to the water village a few days ago and seeing After the poisonous gas easily entered the body and became crazy, he thought about it.

Mo Zhu looked at the talisman paper in his hand, which had the same appearance as the red talisman next to him, and accepted it anyway, "Then I would like to thank you, Shaojun, for the gift."

"Brother Mo Zhu is being polite." Wen Xia said, "If you really want to thank me, how about having a few drinks together on the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

His father was not at home all the year round, so he couldn't go to Qingmu, and he asked all the people in the family, and it turned out that there was an appointment on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and now there was only one person left who hadn't asked.

Wen Xia was originally full of confidence, but Mo Zhu often walked alone like a lone ranger. He would definitely be alone during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the two of them could still be companions at home.Unexpectedly, after hearing his proposal, Mo Zhu quickly rejected it, saying: "I have an appointment, so I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany Young Master this time."

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the house was even more deserted than usual, and it was really unpleasant for Wen Xier to eat alone in the house with a plate of moon balls.At this moment, a few lines of words suddenly appeared in the void in front of my eyes: Chongtian Tower invites you to gather together.

Wen Xia immediately regained her spirits, dropped the moon ball in her arms, drew a formation casually, and went straight to Chongtian Tower.

There are lanterns and festoons hanging on the Chongtian Tower, the lights are brightly lit, the streets are full of bustling pedestrians, chatter and laughter are endless, and it is very lively.

Lang Chan sat in a private room separated by a screen in the middle of the building, poked half of his head out from the railing, and waved to Wen Xia who was standing downstairs, "Ah Yang, here."

When Wen Xia heard the call, she looked up and saw that it was Lang Chan, and without going through the front door, she jumped up to the eaves, climbed over the railing and entered the private room.

Lang Chan was not surprised by his movement, and raised his hand to signal him to sit down.Wen Xiaer sat down and saw that the table was full of sweets, she looked at Lang Chan for a while, and said, "If you were a girl, I would definitely marry you home."

Lang Chan paused while holding the flagon, and said dumbfoundedly: "What are you talking about, I'm so surprised."

"Then let me put it another way." Wen Xia'er grasped Lang Chan's arm, and said sincerely, "You are my good brother."

Lang Chan felt even more uncomfortable when he heard it, but seeing that there was no hint of joking on his face, he held his shoulder quite sincerely and replied: "You are also my good brother."

Wen Xia nodded, let go of Lang Chan's arm, picked up a piece of the nearest pastry, and slowly tasted it in his mouth.Lang Chan withdrew his hands, filled a glass of wine for him, and said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to come tonight."

"Which will happen." Wen Xia said, "I thought you would be at the family banquet in Yingtianchang Palace tonight, so I didn't send you a message."

Lang Chan said: "Theoretically, it should be there, but I don't really want to go."

"What's wrong?" Wen Xia raised her head suddenly, "Did Lang Yi bully you?"

Lang Yi is the eldest son of the Lang family and the elder brother of Lang Chan.Some time ago, when the lord of Tianchang Palace, Lang Jiu, passed away, the eldest son Lang Yi succeeded logically and became the new lord of the palace.

There are three fires for a new official, Wen Xiaer knows that Lang Chan has a very normal relationship with his elder brother Lang Yi, and this fire is very likely to burn on Lang Chan, so he just asked this question.

"Ah Yang is worrying too much." Lang Chan laughed, "He treats people kindly and behaves decently. He will definitely not do such things."

"Since that's the case, Lang Yi should treat you well." Wen Xia said, "Why don't you want to go to the family banquet in Yingtianchang Palace, but what happened?"

Lang Chan poured himself a glass of wine, raised his glass to respect Wen Xia, "It's just a trivial matter. It's rare for the two of us to get together, Ah Yang, don't let this put you off."

Wen Xia picked up the wine glass to pay respects to Lang Chan, the two clinked glasses, the porcelain cups collided and made a clear sound, "You said that, I don't feel comfortable asking. It's just that if you encounter something that can't be solved, remember to tell me. "

Wen Xia drank the wine, the liquid entered his throat, and a fragrant and sweet breath poured into his lips and teeth, his eyes lit up, "It's sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

Lang Chan nodded, "Ah Yang, do you still like it?"

"I like it." Wen Xiaer handed the empty wine glass to Lang Chan, "It's sweet and mellow, not like wine, but like sweet-scented osmanthus water."

Lang Chan helped him fill it up, and said with a smile: "I feel very sweet when I drink it, and I think it should be just right for you."

"No wonder you invited me to Chongtian Tower, so it's because of this wine." Wen Xia took a sip, "I'm interested."

"It's nothing to worry about." Lang Chan put down the jug, flicked his sleeves and said, "I was half-conscious after being poisoned in the water village that day, and when I returned to Yingtianchang Palace afterwards, I heard from my disciples that you were also poisoned and had a fever. what happened?"

Wen Xia thought for a while and said: "Brother Mo Zhu and I found the person possessed by the mother Gu that day. While chasing the mother Gu, a man in black suddenly jumped out, took the mother Gu's life with an arrow, and I was also hit by the trick."

"Mother Gu?" Lang Chan frowned, "You mean that the people in the water village will become neither human nor ghost because of the child mother Gu?"

Except for him and Mo Zhu who knew about this matter, Wen Xiaer didn't tell anyone else, so she explained: "That's right, the reason why they turned into that strange look is because of the child-mother Gu. The child Gu enters the body , the mother Gu can manipulate them as she pleases."

Lang Chan nodded thoughtfully, "In this way, you killed the man in black with one arrow in the water village, no accident should be the mastermind behind this incident... "

"I don't know if it's the mastermind behind it, but this matter must have something to do with the man in black." Wen Xia'er recalled what happened that night, his face darkened, "I blame me for letting him run away, and the clues are completely broken. gone."

After he finished speaking, he asked again, "By the way, after the death of the mother Gu, it is reasonable to say that the child Gu attached to the person will die soon after. Do you still have these things at work during this period of time?"

Lang Chan thought about it and said with a smile: "It seems that there are really none."

Wen Xia nodded, and picked up another piece of sweets with another flavor and ate it, "I should have told you about these things earlier, but after returning to Mingqiu, my father asked me not to interfere, and even made some piece..."

He paused when he said this, and suddenly frowned, "An unpleasant thing, just forget about it."

"It's okay, the mother's voodoo has been removed, and this matter is over." Lang Chan said: "However, I have heard some other rumors recently, and I don't know if it is true."

"What rumors?" Wen Xia asked.

Lang Chan was about to speak when there was a burst of scolding from outside the private room, "The young master of Mingqiu, Wen Yang, is really extremely daring! His surly behavior is even worse than that of Wen Qiufeng!"

Lang Chan's expression moved slightly, and he said, "Ah Yang, it's not as good as us..."

Wen Yang waved his hands and said with high interest: "Listen, let's see what kind of reputation I have gained."

Chongtian Building is a place where monks gather, and during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole building is full of seats and overcrowded.Groups of three or five monks sat around a table, and after a few rounds of drinking, they were a little tipsy, and they didn't hesitate to speak.

A middle-aged monk with a mustache said indignantly: "I heard that a few days ago, Wen Yang and his family's guests broke into Yuze Mountain, and after wounding many disciples of Yuze Mountain, they broke into Suze Mountain again. Qiantai, fight with Lord Miaoyinqing, and disturb the holy place of pure cultivation like Yuze Mountain, making it a mess!"

"It's simply lawless!" Another monk slapped the table and got up, hiccupping, "Wen Yang, that guy dares to face and challenge Yu Zeshan now, will he get it in the future? Could it be that Yu Zeshan is going to be the second one?" Tianji Sect, let him slaughter all of my immortals?"

"It's really abominable! I heard that the devil's methods are cruel, and the son he raised has the same virtue as him. If things go on like this, if these two people are allowed to act recklessly in my world of cultivating immortals, I don't know how many bloody storms will be caused!"

The bearded middle-aged monk put the wine glass heavily on the table, and said in an evil voice: "In my opinion, apart from the Wen family and his son, we should restore peace to my world of cultivating immortals..."

As soon as he said this, everyone echoed him, all of them spoke impassionedly, with a face of punishing rape and eradicating evil, the justice was extremely awe-inspiring, as if they were about to kill evil and heretics before they would give up.

"Ah Yang, it's just crazy talk." Lang Chan grabbed Wen Xia'er's shoulder, lest he suddenly jump out and fight with the monks outside, "Don't take it to heart."

Wen Xia looked at Lang Chan grabbing his hand with a half-smile, "You're talking crazy, why should I rush to investigate?"

Lang Chan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then smiled and said, "Ah Yang has grown up."

Wen Xia raised her eyebrows, "Lang Qingxun, why did you say the same thing as my father?"

"I heard that the demon master said so, it seems that Ah Yang has really grown up." Lang Chan withdrew his hand, and the smile on his face deepened.

Wen Xia picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, then said in a low voice: "Not a single thing they said is true, if I want to go up and fight with them because of a few nonsense gossips, then maybe I will be true." I am the heinous devil in their mouth..."

The smile in Lang Chan's eyes faded slightly, he was silent for a moment, and said: "It's the best if you think so."

"That's right, I think so too." Wen Xia raised his glass and drank it down.

Lang Chan silently filled it up for him again, and asked casually, "Did you really take Mr. Mo to Mount Yuze a few days ago?"

Wen Xia frowned, but still nodded, and said reluctantly: "Jun Lingshen detoxified me in the water village, and even fished me up from the bottom of the well. I went to Yuze Mountain to thank him. result……"

"What's the result?" Lang Chan asked.

"In the end, he hid when he saw me!" Wen Xia recalled the scene that day, and still felt extremely angry, "Seeing me was like seeing a scourge. I kept chasing him and calling him, but he acted like he didn't hear me. If you don't go back, just leave!"

Lang Chan didn't seem to expect such a big reaction from him, he was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Is there any misunderstanding? Jun Lingshen just doesn't want to see me, he doesn't want to see me." Wen Xia drank another gulp, "It just so happens that I don't want to see him either. Step aside!"

Lang Chan couldn't help laughing, "Ah Yang, I have something to say to you, don't be angry with me after listening."

"Say." Wen Xia swallowed a piece of moon ball in one gulp, and said vaguely, "I'm very magnanimous, so I won't get angry..."

Lang Chan pondered for a while, and said: "You have been fighting against Mr. Miaoyinqing for the past few days. If the things you do are replaced by others, even if you don't hate you deeply, it will be difficult for you to be happy. Mr. Miaoyinqing is still doing it now. It is extremely difficult to save you in the water village regardless of past suspicions."

Wen Xia swallowed the moon ball in his mouth, cleared his throat and said, "You people in the immortal way, don't you walk in the world with a magnanimous, self-sacrificing heart? Jun Lingchen is also a famous fairy in your immortal way. Huai Na will tarnish his name, right?"

Jun Lingshen's cold and aloof temperament must be extremely strict with himself, and he will not allow his reputation to be half wrong.

When Lang Chan heard the words, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought, thinking that he already agreed with what he said.Wen Xia got approval, but she didn't show any joy on her face.As he himself said, Jun Lingchen really hated his tightness, and he would save him several times only because Jun Lingchen was kind-hearted and kind, and would help people who were in trouble.He is just one of the people in trouble that Jun Lingshen encountered, and he just rescued him casually.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little rough in his throat.The astringency was really inexplicable, he drank another glass of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, the sweet taste entered his throat, and the unprovoked astringency was just overwhelmed.

At this time, a black shadow suddenly walked into the screen outside the private room. Wen Xia looked sideways and saw that it was the disciple of Ying Tianchang Palace. Zen said: "Second Young Master, the family banquet in the palace is about to begin."

Lang Chan said: "Didn't I already say that I will not go to this family banquet?"

The disciple said: "The palace master said that this family banquet is the first time he has held it since he became the palace master, and it can only be carried out properly with the cooperation of the second son."

Lang Chan paused, then smiled suddenly: "Brother thinks highly of me."

The disciple remained silent and waited respectfully by Lang Chan's side, as if Lang Chan didn't plan to leave after responding to Tianchang Palace's family banquet.

Wen Xia rested her face on her hands, narrowed her eyes slightly, "Second Master Lang said he didn't want to go, so is it possible that you still want to drag him?"

Hearing his voice, the disciple let out a bit of panic on his meticulous face, but quickly hid it, and said to him: "...Since Mr. Wen is a close friend with my second son, you shouldn't make it difficult for him. That's right."

Wen Xia smiled softly, "You also said that I and your Second Young Master Lang are close friends, and he doesn't want to go to Na Laoshizi's family banquet tonight, so I, my friend, can't let you take him away."

The disciple frowned, and looked at Wen Xiaer warily, Lang Chan gave the disciple a menacing look at the right time, and the disciple restrained himself a bit.

Lang Chan stood up, smiled apologetically at Wen Xia, "It seems that I really can't watch the moon with you today."

When Wen Xia heard this, he knew that Lang Chan had made up his mind.After all, it's the other party's family affairs, so he can't interfere too much, so he nodded and said: "It's nothing, just go."

"I was wrong this time." Lang Chan walked up to him and looked down at him, "I will apologize to you next time."

Wen Xia let out a cry, and waved her hand to signal Lang Chan to leave quickly.As soon as Lang Chan and that disciple reached the screen, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly chased after Lang Chan and grabbed Lang Chan's hand.Lang Chan turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Xia said truthfully, "I didn't bring any money."

Lang Chan gave a muffled laugh, and patted his hand, "I'm done already, you just go back to Mingqiu earlier after eating."

Wen Xia'er let go of her hanging heart, "Then you go."

Lang Chan said yes, then turned and left with the disciples beside him.

Wen Xia returned to her original seat and sat down. Through the window, she saw that the street downstairs was extremely lively, and the sweets and wine on the table became dull, so she prepared to go back home.He walked out of the private room and went straight down the stairs. Before taking a few steps on the steps, he heard a noise in the lobby downstairs. He glanced over casually, and saw four or five monks surrounded a girl, one of whom had a dark hair. The monk with mustache sternly said to the girl, "We're talking about us! What's your business, you little girl?"

The girl pressed her fingers against the sword hanging by her waist, her face was flushed, as if she was in a hurry, she only heard her loudly: "You can say who, but you can't say him!"

"Him?" The monk said angrily, "Which him?"

The girl's face turned redder when she heard the words, but she didn't show any timidity, "Don't speak ill of Mr. Wen!" At the end, she said: "...the evil things you said were definitely not done by him. Not that kind of person!"

A group of monks looked at each other when they heard the words, and suddenly burst into laughter, one of them said: "After a long time, it turned out to be Wen Yang's little love, no wonder we couldn't hear us tell the truth."

"I...I'm not!" The girl's hand on the sword trembled a little, "I just didn't like you telling the truth and turning the truth around, that's why I stood up!"

A monk sarcastically said: "Every sentence of ours is true, and there is no partiality. If you have nothing to do with Wen Yang, how can you be provoked by these remarks?"

Everyone looked at each other, and there were calculations in their hearts.The monk with mustache took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Little girl, come with us."

The girl immediately drew out her sword and stood ready, "Dream!"

"The five of us, you are the one who really suffers by using your hands." The monk laughed viciously: "If you really have nothing to do with Wen Yang, we will naturally not hurt innocent people. If there is—"

"If there is, how do you treat it?"

A clear youthful voice resounded from the sky above their heads. When they looked up, they saw a figure in crimson clothing coming towards the wind, falling from the void, and landing on the table behind them.

Wen Xia kicked away the wine jar placed on the table, and the wine jar hit the ground with a clang and fell to pieces, shocking everyone around into silence.Wen Xia stared at the monks below, and repeated with a half-smile: "How are you doing?"

"Wen, Mr. Wen..." The surrounded girls looked up at Wen Xia'er intently, as if they were very surprised.

The leading monk with a mustache stepped back abruptly, and glanced at him fearfully, "Wen Yang, how dare you show yourself..."

"Why don't I dare." Wen Xia said, crushing a wine glass under his feet, "Several men surround a little girl to do something wrong, is this how you behave in the immortal world?"

Hearing this, the monk blew his beard and stared at him angrily, then drew out his sword and pointed at him, "Don't be so rampant! Today, I will take care of you for the righteous way!"

After his words fell, a group of monks suddenly drew their swords and spread out to surround the table under his feet.

Wen Xia narrowed his eyes and said nothing, but countless runes appeared under his feet in an instant. The monks around him realized that something was wrong and hurriedly backed away. The ground cannot move.The swords in their hands fell to the ground one after another, and when they turned their eyes to Wen Xia'er, they wanted to yell at them. Unexpectedly, they couldn't open their lips together, and only spit out some weird groaning sounds.

Wen Xia jumped off the table, glanced at the monks trapped by the restraint array, then turned and walked out of the Chongtian Building.

Just a few steps away from the gate of the building, he heard someone calling behind him, "Young Master Wen!"

Wen Xia turned her head slightly, and saw the girl she had just seen in the building running towards him.The girl seemed to be running in a hurry, and the hairpins on her head became a little messy. The girl looked at him with a blushing face, and squeezed out a few words from her throat, "I, I am Mu Qingxu..."

Wen Xia didn't quite understand what the girl was thinking about suddenly signing up, so she thought for a while and said, "Thank you for speaking for me just now."

Mu Qingxu shook his head again and again, Wen Xia nodded and said: "It seems that you also understand that you shouldn't say those words, so don't say them again."

Mu Qingxu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "No, that's not what I meant..."

Wen Xia said in a low voice, "Thank you anyway."

"Young Master Wen, you don't need to thank you!" Mu Qingxu said, "I wanted to say what I wanted to say, let alone you are not that kind of person..."

Wen Xia said in his heart that we are just meeting for the first time, how do you know what kind of person I am?However, thinking about the girl's encounter just now, she was fighting for him, so she didn't say this out of her mouth.He thought for a while, then took out a red talisman from his sleeve, and handed it to Mu Qingxu, "This talisman can prevent evil spirits from entering the body, and I give it to you as a thank you gift for fighting the injustice for me just now."

Mu Qingxu covered his face with his hands, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Is it really okay to give me such a precious talisman..."

Wen Xia glanced at his sleeve. He had at least dozens of these talismans, and they were not precious at all. "Don't you want the talisman? I was in a hurry to go out today, so I didn't bring anything else."

Mu Qingxu raised his head suddenly, his face was so red that he wanted to bleed, "No! Mr. Wen, I, can I make a request that exceeds the rules?"

Wen Xia raised her eyebrows, "You go ahead."

Seeing Wen Xia'er raising his eyebrows at him, Mu Qingxu felt as if his heart was about to pop out, and pointed at the hairpin on Wen Xia's head with trembling fingers, "...Mr. Will you give me the hairpin? In exchange, I will also... I will also give my hairpin to Mr. Wen as..." She really couldn't say the next few words.

Wen Xia touched the gilt hairpin on her head and said, "No."

This gilded fire hairpin was made for him by his father when he was a child. He had suffered a lot from Mouwei flowers when he was a child. Drill in.In the end, his father was also helpless, so he had to inject some spiritual power to make a golden fire-pattern hairpin for him to wear on his head, to remind him that if it gets on Mouwei, it will hurt like a fire.

This hairpin seems to have been with him for more than ten years. Over time, the spiritual energy on his body has become a spiritual weapon for him to defend against enemies. It is so easy to give it to someone who meets him for the first time. Wen Xia is really not like that Generous.

Mu Qingxu didn't bother him anymore and continued to chase after the gilded fire hairpin, he asked tentatively: "Then, can I still receive the talisman of the young master?"

Wen Xia handed it to Mu Qingxu, and Mu Qingxu hurriedly reached out to take it carefully, and then heard someone shout, "Qingxu should go back!"

Wen Xia looked away from Mu Qingxu and saw a few female monks who were dressed similarly to the other party standing not far away, and couldn't help but said: "You little girls, stop wandering outside at night, go home quickly."

Mu Qingxu held the talisman and nodded with a smile, "Young Master Wen should go home earlier, it's not safe outside at night."

Wen Xia was taken aback when he heard the words, what insecurity could there be for a big man?Here Mu Qingxu said again: "Young Master Wen, I am Mu Qingxu from Sang Island."

Wen Xia nodded, "Goodbye."

Mu Qingxu turned his back and ran in the direction of the group of female monks, halfway through the run, he suddenly turned his head, looked at him with wandering eyes, and said in a raised voice: "...Mr. Wen, I am Mu Qingxu from Sang Island!" After saying that, he turned around and quickly hid in the group of female monks, and then left surrounded by them.

Wen Xia stood there for a long while, but didn't understand the meaning of this girl named Mu Qingxu who kept repeating the same sentence, touched her chin, and continued walking forward with an inexplicable expression on her face.

A group of children suddenly rushed out from the alley next to him, and laughed around him, and Wen Xia also laughed, "You don't go home, why are you smiling so happily?"

"Shy, shy!" The group of children happily covered their faces, showing their eyes and looking at him with a smile, "Shy, shy!"

Wen Xia'er was inexplicably ashamed, and the vendors on the side of the road also smiled at him inexplicably.He pondered for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, grabbed a child, and said, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, my brother will give you a gift."

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Seeing that there are more than a dozen comments in the last chapter, I am very peaceful w

Then Wen Xia's Zhu Gusheng is really not just talk.