Fire and theft prevention

Sure enough, when Huo Wei heard the words, he said gloomily, "You never mentioned Lelu to me before."

Knowing that he was sulking because he was kept in the dark, Mu Qingjia hurriedly smiled and took his hand, saying: "In the final analysis, this is still the old things in Yanshi - we have reconciled, don't be angry about the past Yes, huh?"

Huo Wei ignored him, but held his hand a little tighter.

The two of them sat back on the stone bench again, there was a distance between the two stone benches, Mu Qingjia naturally wanted to withdraw his hand, but Huo Wei refused to let go, and still tightened his grip.

So he had no choice but to use tricks to bring the two stone benches closer together, then propped his chin with one hand and put the other under the table, allowing his junior to lead him.

Huo Wei's face was cold and sharp, as if he wanted to draw his sword to kill all directions at any time; but under the table he was stubborn and refused to let go, with a childlike heart.

Seeing this, Mu Qingjia found it interesting, but at the same time felt that his face was slightly hot, and he just pretended to be calm and breezy, not wanting his teacher and disciple to see it.

Peach petals fall on the surface of the lake, causing gentle ripples.

After thinking wildly for a while, he finally recovered some thoughts and talked about business.

"What's the matter of the Xianmeng Dabi that Le Lu said?" Mu Qingjia asked, "I've heard it once or twice, but I don't know the details yet."

As the breeze came, Huo Wei said in a low voice: "The grand gathering of immortal cultivators once every ten years is actually a battle of martial arts. According to him, this year it is the Lingao faction who will host the grand competition."

"Can it be called a 'grand event'?" Mu Qingjia wondered, "Why didn't I remember us at that time?"

"At that time we were not considered a sect, so we were not included in the invitation." Huo Weidao, "Besides, Kyushu was stable for a long time at that time, the immortal cultivators had no intention of fighting, and the scale of the immortal alliance shrank greatly. It was not until the year of the immortal demon calamity that we started to organize again stand up."

"It's interesting." Mu Qingjia pondered, "Le Lu wanted to make things big, and indeed found an excellent time."

Huo Wei's hands were unconsciously clenched: "At the time of the introduction, various sects of immortal cultivators and scattered cultivators gathered together, and even some magic cultivators mixed in disguise occasionally. I'm afraid the water is muddy."

"The water is muddy and mixed with fish, which is suitable for us to fish in troubled waters." Mu Qingjia laughed, "'Dive Fish' is in the dark, if we just blindly hide, things will not make any progress. If we take the initiative to go to the light, 'Dive Fish' You will definitely lose your temper and be caught by us."

The more he spoke, the more determined he was, and he said with a smile: "At that time, there will be the help of the host, my junior sister. The right time, the right place, and the right people will take care of everything, and the 'submerged fish' who have been framed will have to be caught in one go."

"It's too simple for you to think." Huo Wei still raised his eyebrows, "Why do you think that the 'submerged fish' that has obtained the soul-returning wood will be caught by another piece of soul-returning wood?"

"Awei doesn't think it's strange." Mu Qingjia calmed down and said, "It's been thirty years since Xuanzong lost the soul-returning tree. Why is there no news about Xuanzong's soul-returning tree?"

Huo Wei listened intently.

"You think, the quality of the soul-returning wood will make the resurrected an existence that is invulnerable to water and fire, immortal, and can even gather souls and dispel demons. Once born, it will be an earth-shattering event." Mu Qingjia said, "Even if you deliberately conceal it , and it is impossible to escape the news network of Fuyushuixie. Ah Wei has lived in seclusion in Qingqiu for many years, hasn't he been found?"

Huo Wei looked at the lake thoughtfully.

"Therefore, there is no news, it is very likely that Xuanzong's soul-returning wood failed to revive for some reason." Mu Qingjia said.

"Maybe the time has not come yet." Huo Weisi thought, "It may also be because the soul is missing, or the woodcut is different from the person, resulting in a discrepancy between the soul and the body."

Mu Qingjia laughed and said, "Of course Ah Wei has plenty of experience, but that 'submerged fish' doesn't know this. All he knows is that there was something wrong with it, which caused the delay in the resurrection."

His smile deepened: "When the news of my resurrection was released, 'Qianyu' would keep wondering: 'Why do I have the only soul-returning wood in the world, but there are other people who have successfully resurrected?'

'Could it be that his soul-returning wood is fake? '

'Could it be that I made some mistakes? '"

Mu Qingjia smiled and said: "So, he can't restrain the urge to look for me. The 'submerged fish' will definitely take the bait."

Huo Wei watched him ask and answer with confidence, and smiled slightly.

"Up to you." He said with a smile.

Mu Qingjia had the illusion of being spoiled and praised by the deep and hoarse voice, as if the younger brother was the elder and he was the younger generation who needed encouragement.

It’s actually not wrong to think this way, after all, excluding his 50 years of sleeping, the experience of the junior brother is indeed twice as long as his.

In this way, the junior sister who used to be coquettish and the younger junior brother who loved to be naughty are now monks who are older than him...

For the first time since Mu Qingjia was reborn, the alarm bell sounded in her heart that "the position of senior brother will not be guaranteed".

Emotionally, he was still before the Tribulation of Immortals and Demons, and he propped up his wings to protect his juniors and sisters from the wind and rain, taking on the role of a protector.

However, time rushes forward with all creatures and creatures, but he is alone forgotten. Only then did he suddenly realize that after rebirth, he is the protected and loved cub.

Hundreds of thoughts rushed into his mind, Mu Qingjia felt that he was ridiculous and funny, and also felt lonely about his unbalanced position.

"It's me..." Huo Wei's hoarse voice came, "Did I say something wrong?"

Mu Qingjia raised her head suddenly, and said with a smile, "It's nothing, Ah Wei is overwhelmed. It's just that I just thought of the mysterious person who wrote the letter to the city lord, and I don't know who is framing Le Lu with this."

Huo Wei let out a "hmm", and still looked at his expression carefully, obviously this excuse failed to win his trust.

Before he could say any more, there was a cry of cranes from far to near, and the cranes scattered into yellow sand near the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Bu Chen jumped into the pavilion and stood firm.

Mu Qingjia cheered up, pretending to be surprised and said: "Brother Bu, why did you go to the appointment so early, can't you wait to fight with my junior brother?"

Bu Chen seemed in a bad mood, and said, "Master wrote back to me, telling me to go directly to Lingao faction to participate in this year's Immortal League Competition."

"Reply?" Mu Qingjia raised his eyebrows, pretending to be angry and said: "Could it be that Bu Xianyou didn't keep the promise and informed your Sect Master of our news in advance?"

Huo Wei glanced at Mu Qingjia inexplicably.

Bu Chen carefully observed his expression, seeing that his surprise did not seem to be fake, and then sighed: "That's right, that man deliberately revealed your whereabouts to the master, so how could he be with you."

Mu Qingjia secretly said "Sorry" in her heart, and then her expression became serious: "What happened?"

"A young monk with a mirror came to me and threatened me with my senior sister, and made some strange requests." Bu Chen looked at him, hesitant to say anything, "One of them is to ask me to write a letter to report to the master. This matter."

"Since he has Master Zhao's life in his hands, it is helpless for you to do this." Mu Qingjia expressed his understanding heavily, "But in this way, our agreement can only be voided."

"I unilaterally broke the contract." Bu Chen said in a deep voice, "Perhaps the master will come soon, and I will wait for him in Guyu City. You go first."

"It seems that this is the only way to do it." Mu Qingjia once again said "Sorry" in his heart, and said: "Time is running out, Brother Bu, we will meet again in Gaotu Mountain."

"Yes. See you again by fate." Bu Chen sighed with a smile.

To his surprise, Huo Wei also changed his bored attitude, leaned over with his sword in his arms, and politely gave a farewell salute.

"Huo Xianyou, goodbye." Bu Chen's thick black eyebrows slightly arched, "I will remember, we still owe a duel."

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People in Guyi City will always remember that fire, which was completely different from the fire that slaughtered lives 50 years ago, the fire that shattered poison and lies.

Yaocao once carried their wishes and sweat, but in the end it was nothing.

It really should be in response to the sentence on the plaque on the Tianhai Yisege Theater Building: "All possible dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such."

However, the fire did not destroy all the Yao grass, and there are still a large number of Yao grass that left Yuzhou through the storage of spiritual jade, passed through the Sanwei Mountain, and transported thousands of miles to the territories outside Kyushu, where the demon cultivators are entrenched.

Grass leaves covered with delicate yellow flowers are densely piled up in the blood pool, and as the blood flows into the sunken lines, a formation is slowly formed.

In the center of the formation, lay a wooden figure.

There was a ring on the chest of the wooden figure, with a complete beard and hair, proud eyebrows, and lifelike.Although strong and fit, with a handsome face, but because of the pool of blood, it is full of strange aura.

With the perfection of the blood formation, invisible things gradually condense from the fine grasses, and flow towards the wooden figure in the middle.

The wood faded away, replaced by real skin and flesh.He gradually took a breath, and then at a certain moment, he opened his eyes suddenly.

It was a pair of blood red pupils.

The naked|naked man sat up slowly, his white hair slipping from his shoulders.The wooden ring on his chest fell off and he grabbed it in the palm of his hand.

"Although mortal souls are not as high-quality and long-lasting as immortal souls, fortunately, there are enough of them to be inexhaustible."

He clenched his fists fiercely, and the flames ignited, but the wooden ring was not shattered into powder as he imagined, it was still intact.

After all, it is made from scraps of soul-returning wood, refined with the blood of flood dragon and hundreds of kinds of celestial medicines, and it is indestructible in the Three Realms.

"I've been trapped by such a gadget for so long." The muscles of his cheeks rose and fell with anger, and he threw the wooden ring into the pool of blood.

A black figure silently landed beside him, revealing a small, half-pale chin from under the wide black cloak.

"Your Honor." Lou Qing knelt on the ground, "Yao Ji is dead."

The naked |naked man was still looking at his arms and moving his muscles, but he didn't pay much attention when he heard that: "She was too greedy. Why, was Yanshi killed?"

"It's the Butterfly Sword." Lou Qing said.

As soon as the man stopped moving, his eyebrows sank slightly: "Huo Wei, killed the demon? Is it true?"

"Yes." Lou Qing said.

The man snorted displeasedly, and turned his back.Lou Qing got up and put the prepared clothes on for the man.

The black skirt of the clothes covered the man's wheat-colored back muscles, revealing his strong abdominal muscles on his chest, and finally tucked them under his waist.

A few strands of white hair fell down on the back of the waist, entangled with the white pattern on the back of the Xuanfu, like a flame.

"Tell Xue Ziyi to come." The man said.

Not long after Lou Qing left, when he came back again, he held a grain of black sand in his hands and raised it towards the white-haired man.

The black sand is particularly conspicuous in the palm of the pale hand, like a whirlpool that is constantly rotating, sometimes big and sometimes small, as if it is breathing with life.

"Master Haoyan." A woman's voice came from the black sand.

Her voice was clear and moving, but her tone was cold and indifferent, without any emotion.

The white-haired man called Venerable Haoyan, his real name is Du Yuan.He turned his back and asked, "How is the preparation for the spell?"

"You can start at any time." Xue Ziyi said.

Du Yuan turned around, sighed, looked at Heisha, and said, "After all these years, Ziyi still refuses to call me master?"

The black sand is dead silent.

Seeing this, Du Yuan's face became serious again.

"After the spell is over, the things that the deity took away will be returned to you. As long as you use these hard-won eyes to see clearly what you should do." He said condescendingly, "Otherwise, useless things, The deity will take it away again."

"But this time, it's not just your eyes anymore." He said.

Surprisingly, Xue Ziyi responded this time.

"Yes." She said indifferently, "I've seen it clearly."

Du Yuan stared at her for a long time before saying: "It's best. When Ruo Ming Die Jian comes to the door, I don't want to see you being soft-hearted to him."

A cluster of faint purple flames popped out of the black sand, scorching and flickering.

"He is no longer my master." Xue Ziyi said.

Du Yuan snorted and stood in the middle of the pool of blood.

"It's been silent for so long, the Three Realms have already been rampant with ants." He said, "It's time for those little ghosts who don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth to remember the prestige of this deity."