Dressed as a sick beauty

Drawing talismans is not an easy task. The patterns and inscriptions of various talismans are cumbersome and complicated. Without a strong memory, it is difficult to master many in a lifetime.

Even if you keep it in mind, if you don't have good drawing skills, there is a deviation in writing, and in the end, the power of Fu is also very different.

And the process of making symbols is particularly exhausting.

When Wen Qiushi drew the talisman, he was immersed in the strokes of the talisman paper. The thick ink bloomed under his hands to look like a rune, and the breeze brushed his fair cheeks, and he felt unparalleled comfort and carefreeness.

But after finishing writing, his body felt tired after a while. He raised his head, and the surrounding scene became illusory, and cold sweat soaked his forehead.

Wen Qiushi put down his pen, propped his slender fingers on the table, his thin figure swayed slightly, and the gesture of contemptuously looking at the world when he was just drawing the talisman disappeared without a trace.

The young man frowned slightly, his lips lost their color, and turned into a weak look again.

He raised his eyes and didn't know where to look, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he forced his drowsy consciousness to leave, while his steps were vain, one hand held his arm.

"Uncle Seven?"

A clear voice sounded.

Wen Qiushi paused, saw that Mu Qingyuan was in front of him, and nodded slightly at him, "Didn't you go to deal with the matter of recruiting disciples?"

There have been three major events in Lanyue City recently.

The fairy sect of the sect recruits disciples here uniformly, and all those who have the heart of cultivating the Tao come from all corners of the world.There is also the Talisman Dao Conference, which is the most concerned matter of all talisman seal masters in the cultivation world.There is also a happy event, the young city lord has tied the knot and will hold a big banquet in the near future.

Elders in other sects are mostly responsible for recruiting newcomers, while Tianzong's responsibility falls entirely on Mu Qingyuan, the eldest disciple. Therefore, Mu Qingyuan is not as idle as other disciples. When Wen Qiushi woke up, he did not see him I heard that I have discussed with other sects about recruiting disciples tomorrow.

"It's been dealt with," Mu Qingyuan gently supported him with one hand, and put the other behind his back neatly, "Uncle Qi is tired."

Wen Qiushi thought that he was not tired, but about to collapse.

But he couldn't say these words, he smiled slightly: "Shang Ke, there is no need to help each other."

As a hands-off elder, he won't cause any trouble to the busy disciples.

Mu Qingyuan hesitantly let go, then turned around and half squatted in front of the pale young man.

Wen Qiushi was stunned.

He looked at the figure squatting with his back facing him, but he didn't react until Mu Qingyuan said softly: "Uncle Qi doesn't need to force himself, I will carry you back."

Wen Qiushi was a little dumbfounded, and the expressions of Zhang Jianjian and others who rushed over were also very surprised.

As the first disciple of the Heavenly Sect Master, Mu Qingyuan has attracted a lot of attention since he was a child, and he has shouldered heavy responsibilities. He has lived up to everyone's expectations and has grown into a leader of the new generation in the cultivation world early on.Everyone knows that in the future, he will be the suzerain, and he will be in charge of the situation in the mainland in the future.

There are more people who know Mu Qingyuan than people who know the suzerains of most sects. At this moment, the movement here has already attracted the attention of the left and right.

There were murmurs of discussion around, and most of the eyes fell on Wen Qiushi, sizing him up with curiosity.

Wen Qiushi frowned, and refused without hesitation.

He was just a little dizzy, he just needs to stand on the spot and rest for a while, he is not so weak that a junior should carry him on his back.

"Does Uncle Seven prefer to be hugged?"

When he waved his hand, Mu Qingyuan didn't turn his head back, but said in a vague way, "I remember that Junior Brother Gu hugged the Seventh Martial Uncle more than once, and the Seventh Martial Uncle never refused."

Wen Qiushi choked, seeing that the young disciple who was squatting in front of him was about to get up, and rushed to press on him.

"Don't learn from him badly! That's disrespectful to my uncle!"

"Do you want to piss me off like him?!"

Talking about Gu Moze, the young man's tired expression was so angry that he perked up, lying on the master's nephew's back, still chattering, "He probably doesn't have the word patience in his dictionary, he's too reckless... However, it is also because no one has taught him.”

Mu Qingyuan's ears were lightly breathed, and there was a little itchiness.

His ears were slightly red, he tilted his head slightly, and for a moment a smile appeared on Junyi's face: "Junior Brother Gu has always been like this, I am a little envious of him."

Wen Qiushi was noncommittal.

Although Mu Qingyuan and Gu Moze are brothers, they really don't have any friendship.In fact, Mu Qingyuan was very kind to other disciples, but he was a little indifferent to this junior.

It wasn't aimed at it deliberately, it was just avoided subconsciously.

His parents were once the elders of the Tianzong, the senior brothers and sisters of the original owner. In the battle against demons, the young Mu Qingyuan once witnessed the death of his parents at the hands of the demon Lord Suye, so he vaguely noticed Gu Moze very early on. With his identity, he felt particularly complicated when facing this junior.

But even so, in the original book, Mu Qingyuan, who later became the suzerain of heaven, still perfectly interprets the appearance of a monk who takes protecting the world as his own responsibility. Ironclad evidence is willing to act.

At that time, he was already a well-deserved leader of the righteous way, and he had no other flaws except that he lost his wits inexplicably in the face of the Lingzong master Nan Duyi.

Wen Qiushi blinked. In the cool and comfortable weather, his brows and eyes were tired, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Not long after, surrounded by sleepiness, Wen Qiushi found that the surroundings had become quiet, and the pastor's nephew, who was carrying him on his back, stopped, his back tensed slightly.

Wen Qiushi's long eyelashes twitched slightly, and was about to open his eyes when a thunderous appellation came from his ear.

"Patriarch Bai Yue."

Wen Qiushi: "?!"

He barely stopped his movements, his eyes continued to close, his cheeks turned sideways calmly, and buried in the back of Mu Qingyuan's neck.

No.

He had to pretend to be asleep, otherwise, in full view of the public, he would have to follow the example of the original owner's "crazy" obsession with Chu Baiyue, so as not to be suspected of his identity.

It's too hard for him, a little Taoist priest.

A group of Tianzong disciples, looking at the man approaching like stars holding the moon in front of him, with a handsome face, all froze in place.

Except for Mu Qingyuan who frowned slightly and bowed his head calmly in salute, the rest of them turned their heads, their eyes fell on the figure on Mu Tongmen's back, and their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

Don't wake up!

It's been ten years, if there is a large crowd, and you hug Patriarch Chu's thigh and cry out your love, if you don't change your nature, it will shame the entire Tianzong again!

I don't know if their prayers touched God.

Patriarch Chu's indifferent gaze swept over him, and he left without pausing, until he brushed past him, the young man didn't even move his fingertips, and fell into a deep sleep.

Just when all the disciples breathed a sigh of relief, the footsteps that went far stopped.

"Hold on."

A soft voice sounded.

These two words were held in everyone's minds, neither light nor heavy, but the pace of leaving in a hurry stopped uncontrollably.

The titles in the mainland are headed by Zun, such as Shengzun, followed by Jun, Xianjun, Mojun, and then Lord, Domain Lord, Suzerain, Patriarch, etc.

Now among the lords of all parties, Chu Baiyue is the most popular one, and he has the demeanor of the sage back then.

The disciples of the Tianzong also thought that he was very gentle and amiable, but only now did they realize that after someone regarded Chu Baiyue as a saint, it might not be because of his gentle personality, but because of the supreme authority revealed in his gentle voice. pressure.

With an irresistible meaning.

Everyone was sweating profusely.

Wen Qiushi, who thought he was safe and sound, at the moment when Chu Baiyue's shallow eyes swept over him, his body froze as if feeling something, like a glow on his back.

A gust of wind passed through the street, and the young man's slender hair unknowingly fell apart.

His black hair hangs over his shoulders.

Chu Baiyue picked up the hairband at her feet, and walked slowly towards the motionless person lying on Mu Qingyuan's back.

Wen Qiushi closed his eyes tightly, unable to see the outside scene, felt Chu Baiyue approaching behind him, buried his head down again, and thought: Don't come here, if I come again, I will... I will pounce on it and pretend crazy!

"Your belongings fell."

Suddenly, Chu Baiyue's voice was close at hand.

--your things.

Wen Qiushi clearly realized that Chu Baiyue knew he was awake and was talking to him.

But Wen Qiu's fashion is deadly, and he has practiced it in front of the Taoist master, and he can pretend to be asleep when he is beaten with a ruler.

There was a brief silence all around.

The young man buried his face behind the person, covering his face, with his two thin wrists resting on Mu Qingyuan's shoulders, no matter what the outside world was like, he would not move like a mountain.

Chu Baiyue's eyes turned slightly, and they fell on half of Hao's wrist.

Chu Baiyue stretched out her hand, holding the light blue hair band in her slender and strong hand, and then he wrapped it around Wen Qiushi's thin wrist.

The hair satin felt cold against the skin.

Wen Qiushi closed her eyes, her heartstrings were tense, after three full windings, Chu Baiyue loosened the knot expressionlessly, and when she withdrew her hand.

The youth's long eyelashes trembled suddenly.

Wen Qiushi felt that the moment Chu Baiyue withdrew his hand, the warm fingertips brushed against his skin indistinctly, and within a very short period of time, he rang the bloody bell tied to his wrist twice consecutively.

No one noticed around.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

It's abominable to tease his little bell secretly.

On the way back to the inn, Wen Qiushi later realized that something was wrong with the hair loss, and the wind blowing to Chu Baiyue's feet was even more suspicious.

Most likely came for Blood Bell from the very beginning.

Wen Qiushi narrowed his eyes slightly, and after Mu Qingyuan closed the door for him, he sat on the bed with long black hair.

He rested his chin on his knees, looked down at the hair band and the blood bell on his wrist, and turned it back and forth. Just as he was about to untie it, the light blue hair satin was cut off by a touch of spiritual power and fell on the couch.

"Who did Master Uncle meet?"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the ear.

Gu Moze's slender figure appeared in front of the couch, leaning forward with an extremely cold chill, and the aggressive and profound features were magnified in Wen Qiushi's eyes.

He looked furious and grabbed the wrist of the young man on the bed.

Then, under his gaze, Gu Moze turned his head slightly, hanging on his thin shoulders, and his whole body fell on Wen Qiushi's body.

Wen Qiushi: "?!"

He was pushed down on the soft couch and patted the person on his body.

Gu Moze's whole body was piercingly cold. He grabbed his wrist with one hand and wrapped his arms around his thin waist with the other. After wrapping him tightly in his arms, he drooped his eyes and lost consciousness.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

He knew what happened to Gu Moze.

In the silence, the young man who was crushed under him sneered, and Yubai's hand spread out, ruthlessly reaching out to the head buried in his neck.

Pinching Gu Moze's handsome cheek, Wen Qiushi pulled it out with all his strength, like pulling dough.

Not very capable.

If you dare to threaten him by putting him on the railing, why is there no way to fight back.

The little bastard also has today.