The head, he is going to take the flower road

After sending out the Shuyin and closing Yingyu, Qi Wuyu sat on the floor, blushing and thinking about it for a while, and then began to apply the medicine.

Su Li found that Qi Wuyu was a little weird after he came back, and he dodged his eyes, but moved the chair to this side, closer to him.

The host took out a booklet, looked at it and said with a smile: "Okay, let's make a game now. This booklet records some questions, which are collected in advance from ordinary audiences. This is an opportunity to help them ask the distinguished guests."

"What's the question?" Qin Yuping asked vigilantly, "I don't want to answer questions about how much you weigh."

"You can answer these questions, or you don't have to answer them. If you don't answer, you have to perform a show. If you answer, you must tell the truth."

Qin Yuping said relaxedly: "To be honest, this is simple, no problem."

Everyone also relaxed.

Give a few high-sounding answers casually, and then make a sincere expression to the camera crystal.

True or false, who knows?

"Since everyone has no opinions, let's start."

The host smiled, nodded to the back, and then a few people moved out a few empty flower pots and placed them behind each guest.

"This is the haunting grass of the demon world, which can tell the truth in your words." The host was still smiling, not caring at all that the faces of all the guests turned green.

"If it recognizes that what you are telling is a lie, it will release a toxin. Don't worry, this toxin will not harm the body, but it will make people feel pain in just a short moment."

The host laughed like a fox.

The flower pot has been placed, and it seemed empty at first, but a few green shoots sprouted out of the ground in an instant.

The green shoot quickly grew into a vine, and climbed to the side of each guest, stretched out a branch, wrapped around their wrists.

Seeing that he was entangled by the rattan, Su Li tried to move his arm.

He could move, but the vines moved with him, still wrapping around him firmly.

"Is this thing really so effective?" Qin Yuping raised his arm, Hu asked.

Chen Xinqian narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, made a mysterious look, and said in a low voice: "I don't believe it either, why don't you try?"

"How to try?" Qin Yuping turned to him.

"Do you hate me?" Chen Xinqian asked.

Qin Yuping glanced at the photographer Jing in the sky, and with a smirk, said, "I don't hate it..."

The moment the words fell, the vines on his wrists glowed green, and he let out a painful scream and jumped up from the chair.

"What the hell is this!" The pain came and went quickly, and it disappeared as soon as he stood up straight, and hurriedly pulled the green vine on the wrist, his face flushed red.

"Hahaha..." Chen Xinqian laughed hard.

The host said again: "I think everyone has already understood the effect of this haunting grass, so let's start."

After Qin Yuping sat down, he began to read the questions in the booklet.

"This question was asked by an audience member to Fairy Zifeng." The host read aloud, "Fairy Zifeng, do you belong? Who is the lucky one who makes you happy? "

As soon as the words fell, Zifeng raised her sleeves to cover her face, without saying a word.

Seeing this, the host asked considerately: "Fairy Zifeng, if you don't want to answer, you can perform the show."

Zifeng slowly put down her hands, revealing a pair of shy and affectionate eyes. She didn't need much, but a voice that everyone could hear replied: "I already have my own heart."

The host originally thought that she would choose the show, but was already thinking that if she wanted an instrumental accompaniment, she would have to move it from the side.

The program group also prepared a variety of musical instruments for this session, including pens, inks, papers and inkstones, so that guests can show off their talents to the fullest.

Unexpectedly, Zifeng actually gave the answer, choosing the truth instead of the talent show, the people present in the program team suddenly became excited, and several photographers in the air pointed at her from different directions.

"Then, who is the lucky one who made Fairy Zifeng fall in love with?" the host asked tentatively.

It doesn't matter if Zifeng is unwilling to answer, after all, the audience asked two questions.

However, although Zifeng didn't answer, her wonderful eyes slowly turned to the side.

Everyone's eyes followed, including a few photographers, who turned to Qi Wuyu who seemed to be out of the picture and still in a daze.

Su Li also looked over, feeling very uncomfortable in every possible way, but had to restrain the sourness on his face, and put on a calm expression with a trace of curiosity, and a bit of surprise hidden in the curiosity.

Qi Wuyu was stared at by so many people, so he came back to his senses, looked around blankly, and asked, "What's wrong, this is?"

"Just now, the audience asked a question about who Fairy Zifeng fell in love with." The host replied meaningfully: "Sect Master Qi, she is looking at you."

Qi Wuyu was startled for a moment, and then he realized that his first reaction was to turn his head to look at Su Li, wanting to see if he was angry.

"I'm not, I don't know, it's none of my business." Seeing that Su Li's face was complicated and difficult to understand, he didn't care to think about what that expression was, so he quickly explained and tried to prove his innocence.

Then he looked at Zifeng vigilantly, and moved his chair towards Su Li, trying to avoid her sight.

This gesture of refusing to avoid suspicion is too obvious, who would not understand what Qi Wuyu meant?

Everyone was embarrassed and pretended not to notice it.

Elder Wang began to talk about cultivation with Elder Li, Qingyang looked down at his fingers, only Qin Yuping didn't know it, still stared at the two of them in a daze, and was knocked on the head by Chen Xinqian behind him, "What are you looking at..."

Zifeng's face gradually paled, with disappointment in his eyes.

But she smiled again in an instant, turned her head and said to the host: "The people I admire are my disciples. Seeing them practice hard in order to carry forward the lintel, I am both gratified and admired."

As soon as the words fell, a scream was heard, and Zifeng bounced off the chair like a spring, shaking her wrist again and again.

Apparently it was poisoned by the Haunting Soul Grass.

The whole place was silent.

Fortunately, the host is a smart person, so he immediately took over the conversation.

"Fairy Zifeng may not be clear, the audience is asking about personal feelings, so the answer deviates from the direction, which is regarded as a lie by the Soul Grass. However, it can also be seen that Fairy Zifeng has a heart for the sect, What a blessing of the Qionghua Sect. Audience, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Even if the audience is not satisfied, there is nothing they can do.

"Next, let's ask the second guest." After Zifeng sat down with an ugly face, the host took out the booklet again, and glanced over several people.

"These questions were randomly selected, and they were transcribed just now. The rest of the program team, including me, don't know what these questions are, so I am as curious as everyone else."

Everyone sat stiffly when they heard these words, their faces were calm, and the storm swept through their hearts.

"Master Zu Lisu..." the host read clearly.

Su Li was feeling overwhelmed by Qi Wuyu's reaction just now, when he heard his name, he quickly calmed down and sat up straight.

"Master Su, there are many rumors about you in the fairy world, are they all true? Or, which ones are true and which ones are false?" The host read the small book without raising his head, and looked at Su Li after reading.

"What rumors?" Su Li had a bad feeling in his heart, but he could only bite the bullet and ask.

The host looked at the book and paused for a moment before continuing to read: "It is said that you took a lot of pictures of male monks in private."

As soon as the words came out, all the guests and staff looked at Su Li.

Qi Wuyu even turned his head to look at him quickly.

Su Li was also stunned after hearing this, and in an instant his mind recalled the spectacular pictures of men of various colors when he opened the original master's shadow jade.

Although I have deleted all of them by myself, but after all, this has really existed and is a fact.

Knowing that everyone is staring at him, he dare not look at Qi Wuyu's expression on the left now, feeling guilty for no reason.

Just a quick glance to the right.

Qingyang and Qin Yuping showed slightly worried expressions, while Chen Xinqian still leaned back in his chair lazily, indifferently.

The two elders looked bewildered, while Zifeng gave him a smug smile, apparently forgetting the embarrassment just now, and was very relieved.

Although Su Li didn't go to see Qi Wuyu, he felt that the left side was hot, and those two gazes might set him on fire.

The host was still looking at Su Li, waiting for his reply.

Already thinking in his mind, he didn't know whether it was painting or calligraphy or a musical instrument when he performed the show later.

Su Li hesitated in his heart, if he denied it, but it turned out that those sneaky photos in Yingyuli were true, then the damned poisonous vine would give him an injection.

It is impossible to admit it, and it is impossible to admit it even if it is killed.

Or, just choose a show?

Although choosing to perform at this moment is tantamount to acknowledging this fact in disguise, it is better than being tied up by poisonous vines and forced to admit it in embarrassment.

Su Li opened his mouth to the host, ready to say something about acting talent, and the host also showed a clear expression, ready to catch his words.

Suddenly, at this moment, he turned his head and glanced at Qi Wuyu.

I was stunned.

I saw that Qi Wuyu was staring at him eagerly, a person who had always been indifferent, his face was full of anticipation and longing.

It seemed to be waiting for Su Li, waiting for him to give a satisfactory answer.

At that moment, Su Li fell into his eyes, forgot to turn his head or answer, and just looked at Qi Wuyu like that.

Until the host reminded again, "Master Su, what is your choice?"

Su Li took a breath, turned his head with difficulty, and replied calmly: "I have never taken any pictures of male monks."

He answered the question with a clear conscience.

After the speech finished, the whole scene fell into silence.

Su Li's evil deeds have been circulated in the upper circles of the world of cultivating immortals for a long time, everyone knows it, and everyone regards it as a laughing stock.

When I think about it in my spare time, I always make fun of it, and no one has ever doubted the truth of this matter.

Seeing Su Li's answer at this time, everyone present except Qi Wuyu was waiting for him to jump up from the chair with a scream.

The smile on Zifeng's face deepened.

Su Li himself was also waiting for the tingling pain on his wrist, but even if he was exposed by these people in front of countless audiences, he was unwilling to choose a performance to avoid it, seeing the fire in Qi Wuyu's eyes dimmed and extinguished.

At least I clearly understand that I have not done those things.

I have a clear conscience.

Time passed quietly, Su Li held his breath, and no one in the venue spoke.

One second, two seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...

He counted silently in his heart.

When he counted to twenty, he was also puzzled, and looked at the vine in his hand.

Why don't you stab me? Has it failed?

The host has experienced a lot. Although he was also surprised in his heart, he still smiled and said: "Congratulations to Master Su, your truth has passed the test of the Soul Wounding Grass."

Before Su Li could be happy, he heard the ear-piercing sound of a chair sliding beside him.

Zifeng stood up angrily, and said to the host: "Your Soul Grass is fake, right? Why is it useful to me, but not to him?"

The host hurriedly said: "Fairy Zifeng, our Soul Grass has just been shipped from the Demon Realm, and has not been used on the way. You also saw the unearthed scene just now, so it cannot be fake."

"That's invalid." Zifeng continued: "Can you guarantee that every pot of grass will not fail?"

The host showed a distressed expression, "I can't guarantee this, after all, I have never touched the Soul Grass before."

Zifeng sneered, "There's no guarantee of the efficacy of the Soul Wrapping Grass, so who knows what he's telling the truth? After all, some deeds of Master Su have spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals."

In fact, Su Li also suspected that the grass had failed, so he didn't make a sound.

It's just that Qi Wuyu behind him couldn't sit still, and said coldly: "Fairy Zifeng told a lie, do you think everyone should be like you?"

Qi Wuyu hadn't spoken tonight, but at this moment he suddenly uttered a voice to protect Su Li. Immediately, Zifeng stood there with his mouth open, his face turning blue and then white, looking miserable.

The host hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "Okay, let's start asking the next one—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zifeng.

She still stood unwillingly, looked at Su Li bitterly, pointed at him, "Then do you dare to use my pot of grass to test again?"

The scene fell into silence again.

At this moment, Su Li also became angry.

If you stare at Qi Wuyu all day long, I can't stand you anymore.

If you target me like this, you just misunderstood my relationship with him and hated me.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say, come on, bring your grass, let you see with your own eyes how your grass is so dear to me.

But he was afraid that his grass really failed just now, so he could only look at Zifeng cowardly and angrily, and shut his mouth.

But I didn't want Qi Wuyu to say coldly again, "He dares!"

Su Li couldn't help but gasped in his heart, "Ancestor, I dare not."

"I believe him..." Qi Wuyu's voice was resounding.

Su Li couldn't help turning his head to look over again.

Qi Wuyu didn't look at him, but looked directly at Zifeng, with the corners of his mouth slightly turned down, with a confident and disdainful expression.

Full of arrogance, yet handsome.

Seeing his appearance, Su Li felt his heart skip a beat.At this moment, it seemed that apart from not letting down the person in front of him, this person who showed complete trust in him, he couldn't control anything else.

Immediately regaining courage, he turned to Zifeng and said, "I dare. Give me your grass."

The host turned his head and signaled to the staff, and two off-site personnel came in and untied the Soul Entangling Grass on Zifeng's wrist.

As soon as the soul lingering grass was separated from the human body, it immediately shrank, and then burrowed back into the soil.

The two men carefully carried the flower pot behind Su Li, then untied the soul-wrapping grass on his wrist and carried it away.

Under the gaze of everyone, the grass brought from Zifeng felt the existence of the human body, broke through the ground immediately, grew and spread, and wrapped around Su Li's two wrists.

"Okay, the grass has been changed now, and everyone has seen all the steps clearly." The host asked Zifeng again: "Fairy Zifeng, do you have any objections?"

Zifeng pursed her lips tightly, staring at Su Li with pleasure, she nodded, and said word by word: "No objection..."

The host looked at Su Li again, "Master Su, do you have any objections?"

Su Li also looked back at Zifeng without flinching, and said word by word: "I have no objection."

"Okay, then let me ask again, Master Su, it is rumored that you took a lot of pictures of male monks, is this true?" The host asked directly without reading the brochure this time.

"It's not true. Since I can remember, I haven't taken any pictures of male monks." Su Li replied calmly.

He no longer cared whether he would be jumped up by the poisonous vine, he only answered from the heart.

I didn't do it, and I will never admit it.

Su Li thought to himself.

More importantly, I don't want him to be disappointed.

All eyes were on Su Li's wrist again.

Both Qin Yuping and Qingyang clenched their fists nervously, and even Chen Xinqian, who was always lazy, rarely opened his eyes completely.

Zifeng bit her lip tightly, and her fingertips sank deeply into her palm.

Only Qi Wuyu didn't show any nervousness at all, he just looked at Su Li with burning eyes, the enthusiasm in his eyes seemed to overflow.

Five seconds, seven seconds, ten seconds, 15 seconds...

Su Li counted silently in his heart.

Until 20 seconds passed, the soul-wrapping grass on the wrist still remained motionless.

He was finally relieved, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing the two small dimples on the side of his face.

Steady...

"Ah, the Hunling Grass hasn't moved at all, Su Li is telling the truth." Qin Yuping jumped up happily.

Qing Yang also smiled happily at Su Li, "Master Su, what you said is the truth, there is no movement from the Wounding Soul Grass."

The two elders and Chen Xinqian also looked at Su Li with smiles on their faces.

"Why is it like this, why is it like this..." Zifeng stood stunned and murmured.

"Fairy Zifeng, please take a seat." It was the host who recalled Zifeng's sanity.

She glanced at the camera crystal in the air around her, said nothing, and sat on the chair with a pale face in a daze.

Su Li excitedly turned his head to look at Qi Wuyu, wanting to wait for him to say something.

Qi Wuyu reached out and turned his head back towards the host, and said softly, "Sit down..."

Watching Su Li's ears gradually turn red from behind, he couldn't help curling his lips.

"Okay, after two tests on the Wounding Soul Grass, I believe everyone has come to a conclusion on the authenticity of Master Su's answer." The host said.

Then he added a meaningful sentence, "It can be seen that many rumors are based on rumors, with deep prejudice."

When Su Li heard this, he thought to himself: I am ashamed, I am ashamed, the former Su Li was really not prejudiced, I have seen those photos.It's just that I didn't do it, so I can't take the blame.

Thinking of this, he suddenly figured it out, maybe it was because he was open-minded in his heart and knew that those photos were done by the original owner, that's why Winging Soul Grass recognized his words as the truth and didn't sting him.

"Start answering the next question." The host opened the booklet and read to it: "This question is for Qi Wuyu, Sect Master Qi."

Hearing Qi Wuyu, Su Li shuddered and pricked up his ears.

"You've never had an affair, and you're neither feminine nor masculine. The topics that were forcibly pulled together before have also proved to be false, but I believe that as long as it is a normal man, there must be someone to fantasize about."

When the host read this, everyone present chuckled, even the two elders stroked their long beards and looked at Qi Wuyu meaningfully.

Qi Wuyu still listened calmly, as if he was listening to a very normal topic.

"Now, Sovereign Qi, who is your fantasy object?" The host added with a smile after finishing reading, "It is the object of your dreams."

"No need to explain, we all understand." Qin Yuping laughed beside him.

"Sect Master Qi, do you think you should choose to answer or perform?" The host didn't think about asking Qi Wuyu to answer, and directly gave him a choice.

Su Li also smiled and pursed his lips, looking back at Qi Wuyu frequently, trying to find a trace of embarrassment on his face.

After all, this is the world of cultivating immortals, and it is relatively more conservative. It is quite bold for the host to ask such a question.

However, Qi Wuyu still had the same expression, and suddenly said: "My wife..."

"Then Qi Zong's main performance is—" The host stopped abruptly, suspecting that he didn't hear clearly, he asked again, "Qi Zongzhu, what did you just say?"

He was talking strings and was going to let Qi Wuyu perform on the show.

Qi Wuyu said flatly again, "I choose to answer the question, my wife."

The author has something to say: Thanks to A Ling, Bu Xi, Lu Renjia, and Aladdin for their nutrient solution, bow down.