A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Meng Xianjue didn't know who this person was, so he frowned: "Have you seen this person's appearance?"

Ji Xue shook her head regretfully: "His awareness of anti-surveillance is very good. In short, anything that can prove his identity is hidden by him. Moreover, since that time, he seems to have discovered my trace. He is very suspicious. In short, I never saw him again."

Meng Xianjue's complexion was not very good, he frowned: "Any other clues?"

Ji Xue was thinking hard, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration: "That person's dominant hand should be his left hand, because when I saw him holding things, although he used his right hand, the movements of his right hand were very unfamiliar. Maybe he did it deliberately to conceal his identity. But unfortunately, I saw it."

Meng Xianjue remembered it in his heart and nodded: "Thank you, it was a great help."

Ji Xue chuckled twice, turned around, and waved her hands as she walked: "Why, what I should do, since I want to rely on you, I must always show some sincerity."

Meng Xianjue watched the red figure merge into the sunlight, closed his eyes lightly, and returned to his senses.

The ghost energy was withdrawn, and Meng Xianjue's soul returned to his body.

When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Cheng Weiwan pursing his lips tightly, with cold sweat on his forehead, staring at him intently.

Meng Xianjue was afraid that what he saw was an illusion, so he quickly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the person in front of him gave him an impatient look, stood up and left.

Startled, Meng Xianjue immediately raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Weiwan's sleeve in an instant.

"It's okay, don't worry, your senior brother is doing well, alive and kicking." Cheng Weiwan glanced sideways at Meng Xianjue, who was grabbing his sleeve, "You still have the strength to arrest people, it's okay."

The surrounding disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and even Wei Jiuyang, who had been listening attentively to what was going on here, secretly closed his eyes among the crowd, pretending not to look there at all.

Meng Xianjue had no time to pay attention to his surroundings, he only saw the figure of Cheng Weiwan who was about to leave, he thought about it, and without loosening his strength, he said: "Wait a minute, I suddenly felt powerless just now, and then I fell unconscious. Since everyone trusts you, can you Help me take a look at what's going on, the juncture is critical at this time, if there are any remaining problems, I'm afraid it will delay a lot of things."

A disciple next to him said worriedly: "A hundred Zhang Chengcans are not worth a brother Meng. Brother Meng must not be in trouble. I don't know what this classmate is called. Please help Brother Meng take a look."

The other disciples echoed one after another, while Cheng Weiwan stood in the middle of them, with an expression of reluctance on his face, he was pulled back by what you said.

Ling Siyao was delighted to hear it, and secretly smiled.

Cheng Weiwan really wanted to talk to Meng Xianjue, why did you lose consciousness, don't you have any idea?The gods and souls have entered the Mingyue Building on the Sea, can they still hope to be awake?

But he couldn't, he could only swallow his anger, endured the fire in his heart, and squatted down again to check Meng Xianjue's situation.

In fact, he was the first to discover that Meng Xianjue had fainted.

Without warning, he saw Meng Xianjue lying on the ground, unconscious.

With the idea that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, Cheng Weiwan couldn't really leave the impression that these simple little disciples would not save them.

He had no choice but to squat down and pretend to check Meng Xianjue's situation.

Meng Xianjue's spiritual energy and ghost energy were intertwined. At that time, if he only sent spiritual energy into it, it would be very difficult, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

But from this, he also had a bottom in his heart.

Just when he wanted to withdraw himself, unwilling to show too much attention to Meng Xianjue in this capacity, Meng Xianjue woke up.

As soon as he woke up, he took his hand.

Why, you Tianlu people like to hold other people's hands while sleeping?

Cheng Weiwan pursed his lips, raised his eyes, and happened to see Meng Xianjue staring at him intently.

Those eyes were completely black, like a pool of cold water, and the trivial star dust was reflected in it, showing a somewhat glowing appearance.

Meng Xianjue said slowly, "Is there something wrong with my health?"

As soon as Meng Xianjue opened his mouth, all the surrounding disciples surrounded him. They were worried about Meng Xianjue, and they all stretched their heads to see Meng Xianjue. It was so crowded that Cheng Weiwan couldn't see what was in front of him.

Cheng Weiwan managed to suppress his anger: "Your Senior Brother Meng is seriously injured and needs rest, please be quiet!"

The surrounding "buzzing" sound stopped abruptly, and those young disciples retreated automatically, leaving an empty circle for the two of them.

Ling Siyao stood aside with folded arms, amazed.

Cheng Weiwan couldn't bear everyone's gaze, so she pursed her lips and breathed a sigh of relief after a barrier formed around the two of them, completely isolating them from the outside world.

Meng Xianjue looked up at him, and said cautiously: "How?"

Cheng Weiwan patted the non-existent dust in his palms, and half-truthfully said: "Ghost energy and spiritual energy are mixed with each other. You can't have both. If you want to live longer, you'd better keep only one of them."

Meng Xianjue nodded, "That's right."

After finishing speaking, Meng Xianjue looked up at him intently, still waiting for his next words.

The gaze was so earnest that Cheng Weiwan had no choice but to add: "You are not sick, it's just a mistake, the mistake of wanting everything."

Before Meng Xianjue could react, he suddenly saw that Cheng Weiwan had removed the barrier, and some young disciples around secretly moved this way.

Cheng Weiwan stood up, folded his arms and looked at him indifferently: "Exuberant anger, accompanied by symptoms of red face and bitter mouth, occasionally weak and susceptible, you should stabilize your emotions, if you want to vent, just vent it out."

The little disciples who overheard around looked suddenly enlightened and nodded.

Cheng Weiwan babbled nonsense, recalling what the old man with the white beard said when his aunt took him to see the old Chinese doctor when he was young, he just opened his mouth and frightened those little disciples for a moment.

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Cheng Weiwan turned her head and told the disciples not to make their senior brother Meng angry, so she clapped her hands and reached out to brush off Meng Xianjue's hand that was still clutching her cuff. His eyes were big and bright, The lips opened and closed, and the voice came from the chest: "Let go."

Meng Xianjue gradually lost strength between his fingers, and finally drooped down, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't look very energetic.

After Cheng Weiwan turned around and took a few steps, the young disciples of Tuliu looked at each other, and some of them secretly decided that after the turmoil passed, they would take the senior brother to the flower building in the mortal world to vent their anger.

There are not many supplies in the stockpile of He Yushang, which is enough for Zhang Chengcan and his few little Taoist boys to reach Changyang Mountain.

But all of a sudden the crane rushed up so many disciples, those supplies were not enough for even one day.

Therefore, Zhang Chengcan made a decision

As the evening approached, the crane parked at the foot of the mountain, with its back against the mountain, sheltered from the wind and rain, and reduced the danger on one side.

The disciples were responsible for dispersing to find supplies. The more supplies the better, this would reduce the chances of docking at the cranes, and also reduce the chances of encountering ghost corpses.

Ling Siyao was assigned to another group, and he secretly negotiated a replacement. He approached Cheng Weiwan with a smile on his face, and asked, "What did you say to Meng Xianjue today? Didn't say anything. What should be said."

Cheng Weiwan used spiritual power to dry the branches in his hand to make dry firewood, and said flatly: "I didn't say anything, I just told him to make a choice as soon as possible."

Ling Siyao obviously didn't understand.

Cheng Weiwan explained: "Meng Xianjue still has two kinds of qi in his body, spiritual qi and ghost qi. In the original book, he killed decisively and destroyed the spiritual qi without hesitation, so he became a ghost cultivator who alarmed one side.

"I just asked him to do a multiple-choice question as soon as possible to push the plot."

Ling Siyao suddenly came to her senses, and chuckled twice: "Cheng Weiwan, so you won't be afraid that Meng Xian will be suspicious?"

"He understands this truth himself. Even if he becomes suspicious, he will only think that what I said is correct. At most, he will doubt my identity."

The two of them were still chatting, when Meng Xianjue suddenly caught a glimpse of Meng Xianjue looking at them from the corner of the eye, they silently silently focused on sorting out the things in their hands.

Ling Siyao muttered in a low voice: "Why do I feel that Meng Xianjue pays too much attention to the two of us?"

Cheng Weiwan gave Ling Siyao a look, signaling him to stop talking.

The place Zhang Chengcan chose to station was quite cautious and conservative. So far, he has not encountered such a disappointing thing as a ghost corpse. The space of the crane is limited, and it can only store for two days at most.

But from here to Changyang Mountain, there are still at least seven days to go, and the situation is not optimistic.

A group of people were busy until the sky was full of stars and moons.

Just when everyone's vigilance was relaxed and they were about to extinguish the bonfire and return to the top of the crane, something happened suddenly.

A pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the bushes of the night.

It was discovered by a young disciple who was the youngest and had little experience. The first thing that came to his mind when he saw these eyes was not how to keep quiet and how to guide the brothers and sisters, but screaming.

It was too late for his senior brother to cover his mouth.

Everything was defeated by this scream.

The pair of red eyes burst out suddenly as if they had found a delicious prey, and the stinky saliva dripped from the corners of the mouth to the ground, the fangs turned yellow and ugly, and a big bloody mouth suddenly and terrifyingly appeared there. In front of a small disciple.

He couldn't dodge in time, and was bitten on the neck by the ghost corpse.

The crowd became silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, madness, confusion, and confusion shrouded the crowd. However, when a ghost corpse appeared in a corner, it meant that there were at least dozens of ghost corpses nearby.

Blood-red eyes appeared one after another in the bushes, and all the disciples screamed and ran away, and an orderly team lost its soul in an instant.

Zhang Chengcan was protected by layers of servants, huddled in the middle like a tortoise, completely forgetting his mission and responsibilities.

But at this moment, Meng Xianjue couldn't unsheath his bright blade, and a bright silver long knife suddenly stood in the middle of the noisy crowd.

The whole hall was silent.

Meng Xianjue's expression turned cold, and he said, "Go back to the crane!"

Wei Jiuyang also moved quickly. He stood at the door of Hehuo with his sword in his arms, carefully screening every disciple for wounds and signs of being bitten.

But those ghost corpses would not give them time to investigate. A large number of ghost corpses swarmed up from nowhere, and they scattered screaming and roaring, not letting go of any direction.

What was even more frightening was that one made a sharp roar and rushed straight towards Zhang Chengcan.

Those servant boys also panicked, regardless of their loyalty to protect the lord, they scattered and fled for their lives, except for Zhang Chengcan, who was left in one condition, as if his soul had gone out of his body, he stood there dumbfounded, he was terrified To the extreme, but can't take a step at all.

"Zhang Chengcan!" Cheng Weiwan couldn't read it anymore, he had never seen such a useless protagonist in a novel, but the plot of the original novel was firmly stuck in his mind.

——The protagonist is safe and sound here at Changyang Mountain, so he must never let Zhang Chengcan be bitten by a ghost corpse.

Cheng Weiwan flew away, trying to pull Zhang Chengcan away.

The ghost was attacking Zhang Chengcan's neck, Zhang Chengcan stood still and couldn't move, Cheng Weiwan stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Chengcan away

Zhang Chengcan suddenly made a movement, all his strength seemed to return at this moment, he used Cheng Weiwan's extended hand, exhausted all his strength, pulled Cheng Weiwan in front of him, and took advantage of Cheng Weiwan's flesh and blood body, made a shield for himself.

The ghost swoops away.

The sharp teeth of the ghost corpse had already pierced the skin of Cheng Weiwan's neck, and a hideous gash was cut in the delicate skin, blood burst and splashed on Zhang Chengcan's face.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Meng Xianjue felt an endless chill in his eyes.