Fire and theft prevention

Tianhai Yise Pavilion, inner courtyard.

After Huo Wei left, Mu Qingjia obediently stayed in the pavilion and waited.Although he lost his temper for no reason, he believed that his junior brother would come back to look for him, otherwise he could really leave him here halfway, and run away alone?

So he planned to wait where he was, and the younger brother from the province could not find him when he came back, and another moth appeared.

A peach blossom fell and floated on the surface of the wine in the glass, like a pink boat.

At this time, peach blossoms are in full bloom, but only a small amount of peach leaves are squeezed out, trying to absorb the dew and sunshine.Mu Qingjia stepped under the flower branches beside the pavilion, teasing a few peach blossoms, with a faint green glow in his hands.

Moisturized by the pure wood aura, small blue balls emerged from the center of the flower, and the fruit grew rapidly, eventually squeezed out the petals, and swelled into a green peach the size of a fist.

Mu Qingjia took one off, took a small bite, and immediately twisted her brows with sourness.

The quick appreciating Taoer would not be very delicious, but the sour taste made him sober up a lot, the messy emotions were all gone by the sourness, and his mood was refreshed.

The voices from the next door could be heard intermittently.

"...It's really 'this meal should only be in the sky, how many times can you taste it in the world'. It's also the first time I have seen it. Thank you for your hospitality."

Said the deep and deep voice.

"Hey, are you going now?" Xiaoer said in a panic, "Can't you pay?"

"Painting?" The man asked suspiciously, "I only draw talismans, not draws. Forget it, this is for you. If you have something to do in the future, go to Xuanzong to find a way..."

Upon hearing the word "Xuanzong", Mu Qingjia ate the green peach in his hand, and felt that things became interesting.

"Who are you fooling with a broken stone!" Xiao Er interrupted him angrily, "Return to Xuanzong, where is there any scoundrel in Xuanzong who cheats on food and drink!"

"Didn't you take the initiative to give it to me to eat?" The monk was also puzzled, "And you can exchange thousands of spirit stones with this card, how can it be called cheating?"

Xiao Er didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore, and shouted: "Hurry up and catch someone! There's a free liar here! Don't let him get away!"

The monk panicked for a while, he felt that he shouldn't run away hastily, and he couldn't explain clearly to the little boy, he was afraid that he would hurt a mortal, so he was a little confused for a while.

Seeing more than a dozen guards coming with knives, a man in white suddenly turned out from the door of the gourd cave, and said with a smile: "You are joking again."

The thick-browed monk was confused, and argued, "I didn't..."

Mu Qingjia opened his eyes and blinked at him. Although the monk didn't know what he meant, he still instinctively stopped talking.

As soon as the courtyard guards stopped attacking, the junior at the head knew Mu Qingjia and asked, "Guest officer, what's going on?"

Mu Qingjia smiled and raised her right fist.In the radiant green light, the peach pit in his palm germinated, and the branches slanted to Xiaoer's eyes, and another pink-white peach blossom burst out.

Xiao Er looked at this unnatural scene in shock, and knew that he had met a real god, so he hurriedly bowed respectfully and said: "I have no eyes, and I don't know the fairy elder to come to the Bi Pavilion. It's so abrupt, please invite the immortal elder A lot, forgive me!"

"Forget it, we concealed it first." Mu Qingjiaxu helped him up, and said, "Let's put the account of this fairy friend on my table. By the way, it's better to have two more hunks of Liquanchun." We will do our best to 'old friends'."

Xiao Er didn't dare to say any more, so she led the guards to leave the garden.

The ears were clear again, but the monk said embarrassedly: "This fairy friend, I am sorry for my poor memory, when and where did we meet before?"

The tone was extremely serious, without irony, and Mu Qingjia never expected that his casual excuse would be believed by him.

So he took advantage of the situation and said: "I met the Dabi of the Immortal League a few years ago, and your demeanor is unforgettable for Mu. It's just that it's been a long time, and I didn't recognize it for a while. Your name is Hubu..."

Then he frowned in distress as if he couldn't remember.

"Bu Chen, I'm right here," said the monk.

He was very interested, and led Mu Qingjia to sit under the pergola, and said: "I never thought that we would meet each other 60 years ago, and now the immortal friend saved me again. It really is fate. May I ask your surname Gao?" Great name? Where did you learn from?"

Mu Qingjia once heard the term "Xianmeng Dabi" in Gu Xiao's mouth, and if he used it casually, he really got it right.

He couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, but he still maintained a smile on the surface, and said: "Mian's surname is Mu, and his name is Tianyi. He is a casual cultivator, and he is taught by hundreds of schools. He temporarily lives in Qingqiu."

Bu Chen didn't have much memory of the name, so he could only blame his own forgetfulness, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Jiu Yang."

He suddenly remembered something, and said: "Qingqiu.—Is Mu Xianyou also from Qingqiu?"

Mu Qingjia's heart trembled, and he said with a smile: "From your point of view, Brother Bu came from Qingqiu?"

When Bu Chen heard people calling him brother and brother, his heart became warmer again, completely unaware that Mu Qingjia threw the question to him again.

He nodded honestly, and said: "Half a month ago, I was fighting with others there, and I only knew that the place was called 'Qingqiu Mountain'. Later, the immortal friend of Fuyu Water Pavilion told me that the target had gone to Yangzhou, and I ran for half a month for no reason. It's here."

Mu Qingjia felt pity: Qingqiu Mountain was originally in Yangzhou, this person left Yangzhou in search of Yangzhou, and finally lost his way to Yuzhou thousands of miles away.

But he didn't point it out, he just listened quietly to Bu Chen lamenting the hardships of traveling alone, poured two glasses of Liquanchun in his hand, and pushed one to him.

"...I have been running around for a long time, looking for a place to recuperate, concentrating on consolidating my cultivation, and I happened to come across this garden full of aura." Bu Chen puzzled, "I wanted to rest here, but the mortal It is strange and strange that you took the initiative to entertain me, but in the end you wronged me for free food."

Mu Qingjia was amused in his heart, and he didn't know which peak of Xuanzong's bishop was a fool, but he seemed to have never been in contact with the world of mortals.

Bu Chen expressed a lot of emotion, and concluded: "Master always said that Mortal Realm is very different from my generation of immortal cultivators, so don't let me go out of the mountain. Now, it seems that everyone is really like a beast in water."

He thinks mortals are freaks, but he doesn't know that mortals also think he is a freak.The master and apprentice aroused Mu Qingjia's interest, but right now he is concerned about another thing: Qingqiu Mountain, and the people who fight against Bu Chen in Qingqiu Mountain.

"The journey has been tiring, thank you for your hard work." Mu Qingjia pinched the cup with both hands, and said gently, "Mu first toasts, and I have the right to clean up the dust for Brother Bu."

Bu Chen looked at the wine in his hand, and then at the cup pushed in front of him, wondering: "Master said that those who cultivate immortality should abstain from alcohol."

"I am not as good as you in cultivation, and you are not as good as I in understanding drinking." Mu Qingjia said with a smile, "The reason for the master to prohibit alcohol in the mountains is to restrain you from concentrating on your cultivation. When traveling outside, you don't need to meditate, just use wine to toast the sun Wouldn’t it be beautiful to worship heaven, earth, ghosts and gods on moon mountains and rivers?”

"It does make some sense, but..." Bu Chen hesitated.

Mu Qingjia said again: "And, if you think about it carefully, has your master never specifically stated that you are not allowed to drink 'outside'?"

"That's a good statement." Bu Chen gently squeezed the wine cup, "But... I haven't tried it, I'm afraid of getting drunk."

"This is a fine wine in the world, not a fairy wine. It's just a little bit drunk after a few drinks." Mu Qingjia smiled, "Mu does it first to respect."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the fine wine in the cup proudly.

In fact, Mu Qingjia only likes fine food, not booze, let alone heavy drinking.But he made up his mind to let Bu Chen get "slightly drunk" so that he could let go of his guard and reveal more information, so he set an example and started a boozy leader first.

Bu Chen still had some resistance, but seeing Mu Qingjia being so unrestrained, he also brought the wine cup to his lips, and took a tentative sip.

In an instant, the mellow and lingering aroma of the wine occupied his sense of taste. He was first smacked by the spiciness, and then indulged in the aftertaste. After taking a sip, he took another big sip.

"It's really delicious in the world." When the cup was empty, he raised his head, his eyes twinkled like stars, "I didn't know there was such a good taste before, no wonder the master banned it."

"Brother Bu likes it." Satisfied with his reaction, Mu Qingjia poured another cup for him, and asked casually: "I don't know who the 'target' Brother Bu is looking for? I might can help."

When Bu Chen drank alcohol for the first time, a slight blush appeared on his wheat-colored cheeks.

"It's not a secret, it's okay to tell Brother Mu." He said, "The person Master wants me to arrest is Huo Wei, the Underworld Butterfly Sword."

Mu Qingjia breathed a sigh of relief, and the wine poured straight into the trachea, making it very hot.He stubbornly held back the desire to cough, half covered his face, and put down the cup unhurriedly.

"It's a bit ashamed to say it." He said with a sneer, "My younger brother has been living in seclusion for a year, but I don't know who this Huo Wei is, who has attracted so much attention from the noble sect?"

He was so choked that his cheeks were slightly red, but in Bu Chen's eyes, it meant that he was ashamed due to negligence and ignorance.

So he comforted him: "Mudi don't have to worry about it, you Qingxiu who doesn't care about worldly affairs, it's not a big deal if you don't know this person."

"It's just because someone broke into my Xuanzong 30 years ago and stole the treasure of our town school. The treasure of the town school was passed down from the ancestors of my Xuanshan school. His robbery has caused the master to worry every day. , so I was asked to capture Huo Weilai and take back the treasure of the Zhenpai."

Bu Chen frowned, raised his head and drank another cup of mulled wine, and said, "It's just that the Underworld Butterfly Sword deserves to be ranked second in the 'Mystery Ranking' for a long time without defeat. I'm afraid that with my strength, it will be difficult to completely defeat him."

Mu Qingjia remained calm, bowed his head and said: "It seems that the person who fought with the immortal friend in Qingqiu Mountain before is this Nether Butterfly Sword."

"That's right." Bu Chen was already slightly drunk, and didn't notice that Mu Qingjia had changed his name to him.

He recalled: "Half a month ago, I happened to find him in a deserted cave near Qingqiu Mountain, and fought fiercely. After fighting for three days and three nights, the spiritual energy was exhausted, but the victory was still undecided."

There was undisguised admiration in his eyes: "Even I and other dharma cultivators have to praise the good swordsmanship. It is light and fast, but also calm and sharp; This is the first time I have seen such a perfect sword."

He changed the subject, frowned and said: "It's just that afterward, Ming Die Jian refused to fight with me as if he was concerned about something, so it was a pity that this battle was not smooth and enjoyable. If there is a chance, I will I would also like to fight with him for another three days and three nights."

"Really." Mu Qingjia chuckled lightly.

Bu Chen inexplicably felt a little cold, but he would be wrong, and hurriedly argued: "Of course, no matter how perfect his sword intent is, he is also a traitor in the world of cultivating immortals. Bu will never be lenient when it is time to catch him."

Then, he said with regret: "It's just a pity. The disciple of the Sword Master, who is most likely to ascend to immortality in a hundred years, has gone astray and turned into the ghost he is now, hey."

In Mu Qingjia's mind, the scene of Huo Wei spitting blood in the Qingqiu Mountain Demon Tower flew by. He gritted his teeth in pain, smiled all over his face, and poured a full cup for Bu Chen enthusiastically.

"The Immortal Friend and the Underworld Butterfly Sword are both the favored sons of the heavens, and Mu will naturally save the sympathy for each other." He persuaded, "This cup is a match for chess, do it!"

When Bu Chen reached the point where the wine was intoxicated, he opened and closed his movements. He drank Liquanchun in one gulp. Seeing that Mu Qingjia had only taken a sip, he boldly persuaded him, "Mu brother doesn't need to be frugal, there is plenty of wine! Good wine is hard to come by, a bosom friend It's even more rare, if there is this time, there will be no next time!"

If it weren't for the fact that his tone was genuine and sincere, Mu Qingjia would have suspected that the other party had found out that he was plotting something wrong, and wanted to get himself drunk instead.

At this time, he was also a little bit drunk. After all, this wooden body was not as battle-tested as the previous flesh | body, and his drinking capacity was not as large as he imagined.However, since Bu Chen has noticed, he has no choice but to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

"Wine is too small to meet a bosom friend, drink it!" Mu Qingjia drank it all in one gulp, covered her lips and hiccupped lightly, and asked, "This Huo Wei, what the hell did he steal?"

Bu Chen was a little dizzy in front of his eyes. He frowned and stared at Mu Qingjia for a while, trying to find a clear line of sight, but he didn't know if he heard it.

"What did he steal?" Mu Qingjia asked again, feeling dizzy too.

Bu Chen nodded indiscriminately, and said, "It's a very precious thing."

The other party said and didn't say the same.Then he took the initiative to pour wine for Mu Qingjia, his hands kept shaking, and a small half of the wine spilled on the table.

Mu Qingjia choked speechlessly, he never expected that the energy after drinking would be so violent, just slightly drunk, he was about to die of drunkenness.Seizing the last chance to wake up, he asked again, "What exactly did he steal?"

Bu Chen raised his chin, signaling him to continue.

Mu Qingjia had no choice but to shake her hand slightly and put it down her throat.

"A piece of wood." Bu Chen's drunken voice came, "A piece of very precious soul-returning wood."

Then, he fell headfirst on the white marble table with a bang, causing eight fine lines to crack on the table.

"Hehe." Mu Qingjia put his hands on the table, showing a triumphant smile.

"With this level of skill, you still want to drink me down? Heh." He muttered in a messy manner, "You still want to fight with my junior brother? Hehehe."

Mu Qingjia was delirious, drinking for himself, smashing the taste in his mouth, swallowing Liquan Chunhan bit by bit, and locking it into his stomach.

"Junior brother is mine," he held the wine cup preciously, and emphasized to Bu Chen relentlessly, "Look, I ate him into my stomach. You can't grab it."

He burped lightly again, slowly lay down on the table, and patted his burning stomach with one hand like punishment.

"Brother Smelly. Let's see where you are going." He complained vaguely, "With a bitter face every day, thinking that with the Hades Sword, I am the Living Hades in charge of Santuchuan? Can't you run away now? Hahahahahaha..."

As a result, the drunken talk faded away.

Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly is to transform into a butterfly and appreciate a butterfly; Mu Qingjia's dream of a butterfly is to flutter and play with a butterfly.

So, when Huo Wei brought that vixen candy man to find Mu Qingjia, he saw his senior brother and a strange man lying down in the same unbearable posture among the table full of messy dishes.

Huo Wei was still as sweet as that sugar man in his heart, now he just wanted to poke that sugar man into Mu Qingjia's collar.

The author has something to say:

The younger brother fought with Bu Chen, but he is really face blind, so he is a "strange man".In addition, monks generally hide their aura in the mortal world, just like Huo Wei did before, and Bu Chen would do the same.So Huo Wei still failed to recognize him.

Accounting is closing accounts.

OOC Small Theater:

Bu Chen: I fought with the Butterfly Sword, and I wounded him.

Qing Jia (laughs): Write it down in a small notebook.

Bu Chen: I feel sorry for Ming Diejian, and I want to hit him again.

Qing Jia smiled until her hands trembled, and then tore up the small notebook: If I pay for it, I will force him to death! ! !

Bu Chen is a straight man of steel in the ivory tower, and he has a brotherly relationship with Huo Mu~

OOC Small Theater 2: