Dressed as a sick beauty

Leaving the East Street, Wen Qiushi saw a bookstore go in, and after a while, the dumpster came out.

Conscience of heaven and earth, he originally wanted to buy some books to understand the mainland, but who knew that the store was full of scriptures.

In the script, Wen Yu, the talisman master who became the white moonlight in the hearts of countless people, was killed before reaching the crown, occupying half of the country.Although Wen Qiushi was not very interested in these fabricated romances, in order to learn more about Wen Yu, he bought dozens of copies in one go.

Tomorrow is the time for the sects to recruit new disciples.

At night, Mu Qingyuan politely asked Wen Qiushi if he had any arrangements. Wen Qiushi, as the hands-off shopkeeper, was rarely embarrassed under the expectant eyes of all the disciples, coughed lightly, and said that he would go there in person in the afternoon.

Zhang Jianjian and the others showed joy on their faces.

Although Mu Qingyuan handled all affairs very well, he was a disciple like them after all.When recruiting new disciples tomorrow, other sects will have suzerain elders sitting in charge, and everyone will inevitably have a gap in their hearts. At this time, they heard that Qiu Shi will be there, and they all became excited.

They sat around to discuss tomorrow's affairs, Wen Qiushi quietly flipped through the storybook, after a while they got tired, bid farewell to everyone and went back to the room to sleep.

The next day, Wen Qiushi went to the East Street to set up a stall as usual.

Unexpectedly, the East Street changed drastically overnight, there were no passers-by on the street, they were all from Tiandi Pavilion, buying talismans one by one, looking very proud.

Wen Qiushi came to yesterday's booth and put away the talismans. Next to him, Master Wang turned his head and saw him, "Why did you come here? I have something good to do today! I've sold out all of them! Everyone in Tiandi Pavilion wants as many talismans as you have!"

Just as Wen Qiu was answering, a man in charge walked up to his stall, "Do you have a talisman?"

"No, what talisman do you want, I can draw it now." Wen Qiushi was too tired last night to draw the talisman.

The steward who had been busy all morning rolled his eyes at him and threw a booklet.

Those of them who have dealt with talisman masters for many years know that it is not easy to draw talismans, and they can be drawn easily.

Even for a senior talisman master with superb talisman skills, it would take at least half an hour to draw a useful talisman, and it would take a lot of waste talisman to succeed.Those who sell talismans on the East Street are all junior talisman masters, and waiting for them to draw a magic talisman will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

"Who has the time to draw now, and write down the name and address."

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows slightly, and wrote two strokes on the booklet.

"So fast," the steward picked it up and looked at it, then raised his voice, "Master Wen, East Street, is there any talisman?"

He stared wide-eyed, threw the booklet on the table, and flew into a rage: "I'm not even a junior talisman master, why are you here to join in the fun!"

Wen Qiushi Nahan: "East Street is not your site, why can't you..."

"They belong to the Heaven and Earth Pavilion," Master Wang reminded.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

"What are you doing? The street is closed today, and no one else is allowed to enter except for the Fushi!" The steward turned around and shouted angrily at his subordinates, "Whoever let him in, hurry up and drive him away!"

A group of people hurried forward, at this moment, the steward suddenly yelled in pain, rolled down on his head, and was kicked in the buttocks.

"Which bastard... Young master, young master!!" The steward with a male duck's voice changed his voice, swallowed the obscenities, and got up.

"Young Master, what's your name? You were kicked out of the house by your pavilion master last night," Jia Tang waved his hands impatiently, "Why don't you go and surround yourself with Master Fu, get out of here."

The steward took people away in a hurry.

After they left, Jia Tang casually picked up the chair next door and sat down beside the masked young man.

Yesterday his father went to the east street with Fu Patriarch but found no one, Fu Patriarch couldn't accept it and fell to the ground on the spot, his whole body was exhausted, he sighed and wept while holding the talisman, his legs hurt and his eyes were dizzy. It's almost gone.

While comforting the old ancestor Fu, his father sent people to continue the search. When he saw him at night, he pointed his nose and said, "If you can't find the talisman, don't come back!"

Jia Tang touched his stomach that had been empty since last night, and then looked at his ten bare fingers. Thinking of his father's resolute attitude, he reckoned that no one would care if he starved to death on the street.

"I'm hungry, do you have something to eat?"

Wen Qiushi threw him a piece of mung bean cake, got up and left without asking, Jia Tang hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going?"

Wen Qiushi: "Ask Xiantai."

The East Street has been closed, and there is no one who buys talismans. It is a waste of time to stay here. Why not go to Sendai to see how to recruit new disciples.

Wen Qiushi flicked his sleeves and left the East Street, followed by a shameless person.

"You take me in,"

"Or lend me some money, and when I find the talisman master who suffered a thousand knives, I will pay you back ten times, how about it?"

Wen Qiushi: "No money." Otherwise, he wouldn't be reduced to selling talisman cubs.

Jia Tang has a lot of friends, so it's not a problem to ask for some money, but the news of being kicked out of the house is publicized, and I can't afford to lose that person.

He took a bite of the pastry with a sad face, and tasted the fresh and sweet taste, his eyes suddenly fell on the young man, "Can I come to you when I'm hungry?"

Wen Qiushi squinted at him and remembered something: "You just follow me."

Jia Tang was taken aback, tears flickered in his eyes: "You are such a good person!"

Wen Qiushi smiled but said nothing, last night Zhang Jianjian had a frowning face, and sighed that there must not be many people signing up for Tianzong, why not take Jia Tang to Xiantai to sign up, make up the number, and solve the financial problems of the sect.

At the end of the East Street, you can look up at an empty and vast square, and further ahead, there is the sacred place in the heart of the world's talisman masters - Fuhui.

The gate of Fuhuizheng is majestic and solemn, and is heavily guarded. There are vertical banners on the stone altars on the left and right, and there are complicated and cumbersome runes on them.

When Wen Qiushi passed by, a group of disciples in red clothes happened to be walking towards the gate, looking excited.

"Isn't it just to go to the inside of the Fuhui to take a look around? Look at all the little blushing faces. People who don't know think that the disciples of the Lingzong are wearing wedding robes and going to welcome their relatives!"

Jia Tang crossed his arms and sneered: "Look, especially the leader, do you know him? Chu Baiyang, the younger brother of Patriarch Chu! He has been so nervous even after going to Fuhui, I bet it's a drunkard's intention." Not drinking, Lingzong Elder Nandu..."

Before he finished speaking, a slender figure walked out surrounded by the crowd.

The man was wearing a red talisman uniform with a white background and a light crown on his head. Every inch of exposed skin was as white as snow, his facial features were soft and delicate, and his behavior was gentle and indifferent. Be kind to me.

"Elder Nan!"

Chu Baiyang stepped forward quickly, and the disciples of the Spirit Sect stepped into the gate under the greeting of Nanduyi. Across the huge square, Wen Qiushi looked from afar, and some people around whispered.

"There are many authentic works of the owner of the talisman in the talisman club. There is a decree that it is forbidden to visit! I have never entered it, and these Lingzong disciples can feast their eyes on it."

"It's not about seeing Nan Duyi's face, what he said."

"No, it's clearly looking at Sect Master Ling's face."

"What's there to argue about! Elder Nan is the most dazzling talisman master after the talisman master. Maybe he can succeed the talisman master and become the head of the talisman club. His future is limitless, and the talisman society will naturally treat him like a treasure! Besides, Sect Master Ling treats Elder Nan as well as his own son, and Fu will respond to Elder Nan's requests, so it is equivalent to giving him face!"

......

Wen Qiushi turned his eyes away and left, Jia Tang next to him glanced at him: "Don't be envious, if you want to enter the Fuhui, I can take you there."

There was a magic talisman drawn by Wen Yu himself inside. Wen Qiushi really wanted to go in and have a look, maybe he could see something, but after hearing what Jia Tang said, he looked puzzled: "Aren't earth talisman masters qualified to go in?"

Jia Tang said, "Not bad, but you..."

Wen Qiushi: "That's enough."

Jia Tang: "..." This person can brag better than him.

After a while, he asked, "Are you going to participate in the talisman competition? I'll tell you secretly, the winner will get the talisman owner's Tianzhuan brush! I really want it!"

"What kind of pen is not a pen." Wen Qiushi shook his head.

His current status is suitable for being a salted fish. Once he turns around, he will inevitably attract attention. He doesn't want to be beaten out of his wits by the evil spirit who is taking his home.

Ask Sendai, the flow of people is crowded.

Wen Qiushi put on the mask a little tighter, and dragged the dazed Jia Tang to the Tianzong registration office.

Sitting at the table, Zhang Jianjian complained to the people beside him: "Is our Tianzong entry trial so scary? Most people will be seriously injured, but they won't die! Everyone was terrified and ran to the opposite Lingzong! People who practice this point If you don’t even have the courage, why should you cultivate!”

At the end of the sentence, when he caught a glimpse of Wen Qiu, he was startled and hurriedly got up: "Long..."

Wen Qiushi put his index finger on his mouth, made a booing gesture, and then pushed Jia Tang forward: "Sign him up."

Jia Tang: "?!"

The young master of Tiandi Pavilion, Jia Tang, although he has not joined any sect of immortality, he has been wandering among various sects all year round.Zhang Jianjian was very familiar with him, exchanged eyes with the person next to him, and asked, "Really? Is it the foundation building period?"

"Of course it's fake!" Jia Tang's eyes widened, and he said repeatedly: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

How terrifying is Tianzong's entrance trial, he doesn't want to die!

Wen Qiushi picked up the apple on the plate: "Don't you want to eat it? Sign up for our Tianzong and get fruit snacks."

When Jia Tang heard this, his face turned blue, and he trembled with anger.I thought that Wen Qiushi admired him too much, so he recruited talent for Tianzong, but it turned out that it was because of this, "I would rather starve to death! Sleep on the street to die of cold! I will not participate in Tianzong's trial!"

Wen Qiushi shrugged: "Okay."

Zhang Jianjian squinted his eyes, the Lingzong has brothers and sisters who are incompatible with Jia Tang, and other sects do not allow it, so there is no sect.

They recruited disciples from the Tianzong sect, but they had long coveted Jia Tang, a man with a wealth of wealth, but he was too timid, and shook his head repeatedly when he heard about the trial, severing the idea of ​​coming to the sect.

Thinking about the sect's imminent financial problems, Zhang Jianjian coughed lightly: "Actually, there is a way not to participate in the trial."

Jia Tang was surprised: "Tianzong finally figured it out, is he going to open the back door?!"

Zhang Jianjian said: "There is no back door to entering Tianzong, but there is a shortcut. As long as you worship as an elder in my sect and have the status of a direct disciple, you don't need to test."

As far as Jia Tang is concerned, saying this is tantamount to not saying it.

In the battle against demons in the Meteor Valley, Tianzong, as the main force, suffered the greatest loss. Numerous disciples of Tianzong's sect were killed and injured, and almost all the elders were wiped out. Today, there are only three elders in the Tianzong sect.

And these three people would never accept Jia Tang, because his innate spiritual power was far from meeting the requirements of a direct disciple.

If he accepts it, others will know that Lingshi has left the back door at a glance. Although this is nothing, the Lingzong is doing these things with great fanfare, and no one thinks it is wrong, but Tianzong always pays attention to face, so no one is willing to accept him.

"What? Which elder changed his mind and wanted to accept me? But I don't want to turn back, I don't want to worship them as my teacher."

Zhang Jianjian: "It's not those three. In fact, our Tianzong still has an elder."

Jia Tang was taken aback: "Who is it?"

Zhang Jianjian stretched out her index finger and poked at the yawning person on the right.

Confusion appeared on Jia Tang's face, and his eyes widened immediately. Wen Qiushi squinted at the person who pointed at him, "No."

Zhang Jianjian let out a long sigh.

It was probably because Jia Tang was heartbroken by the sentence "no accept". After eating and drinking, he glanced at Qiushi and ran away muffled.

Wen Qiushi flipped through the script and unknowingly spent a day asking questions in Sendai.

In the evening, Zhang Jianjian sighed repeatedly at the roster, feeling very worried, "What about Qing Yuan, why don't you let him stand here and attract people who admire him. But he will definitely not, elder, please advise... "

Zhang Jianjian's voice paused, and the young man sitting beside him had a book on his knees, tilted his head, his long eyelashes drooped, and seemed to be asleep.

After a while, he pushed slightly: "Elder, it's time to go back, we have to change places tonight."

All the sects of immortal sects in the cultivation world recruit disciples uniformly in Lanyue City, and there are many guests. As the host, Lanyue City has arranged a unified residence.The place is located in the north of the city, and has experienced various feasts, and the courtyard wing room is very spacious.

They were delayed on the Tianzong road and there were a lot of people. The city lord's mansion took two days to deal with it, and freed up a spacious enough residence for the Tianzong people.

Mu Qingyuan registered all the disciples today, and now they only need to go to the arranged residence.

After being awakened, Wen Qiushi looked around in a daze, with tired eyes, and almost fell when he got up from the chair.

Zhang Jian quickly supported him: "What's wrong with the elder?"

Wen Qiushi propped one hand on the table, his slender wrist was exposed, and the bell he was wearing swayed gently in the wind, a smear of blood appeared.

jingle-

The sound of the bell rang in Wen Qiushi's mind, making his drowsy consciousness clear all of a sudden, as if his soul had returned to his place.

"nothing."

Wen Qiushi took off his mask, revealing a pale cheek, coughed lightly, and his eyes fell on the small bell on his wrist.

I haven't seen Gu Moze since last night, and I don't know where he went.

Wen Qiushi went to the new residence with Zhang Jianjian and others. Mu Qingyuan stood at the entrance with a receptionist standing beside him. There were many other immortal disciples on the way.

Mu Qingyuan frowned, against the backdrop of the night, Wen Qiushi's cheeks were extremely pale, he stepped forward and said softly, "What's wrong with Seventh Master Uncle?"

Wen Qiushi shook his head: "Nothing."

At this time, the man looked at the roster: "All the Taoist friends of Tianzong are disciples, so there are no elders accompanying them?"

Mu Qingyuan nodded: "No."

Wen Qiushi lowered his head slightly. The suzerain elders and other identities lived in the room of the Qian seat, while the ordinary disciples lived in the room of the Kun seat. He did not want to reveal his identity, so he went to the Kun seat with all the disciples.

"The room is spacious, one for each person, and there is a name on the door plate. The rest of the vacant rooms have to be reserved for fellow Taoists from other sects. Everyone settle down first, and I will take you to familiarize yourself with the surroundings later." After the man finished speaking, he cupped his hands and left.

All the disciples found their respective rooms and went in to place their things.

Wen Qiushi glanced at the spacious courtyard, and accidentally saw bunches of purple grapes under the vines, he immediately got up and went to pick the bunches back.

Mu Qingyuan walked towards him: "Uncle Qi, you stay in my room."

It is inconvenient to forge the identity of a disciple, so Wen Qiushi did not have a room assigned to him.

Wen Qiushi: "What about you?"

"The room is spacious, Zhang Jianjian and I can just share one room," Mu Qingyuan said softly, seeing the tired look on his brows, "We have to go to listen to the sermon at night, Seventh Master Uncle should go and rest."

Wen Qiushi was indeed tired, so he didn't refuse.

He walked all the way from the corridor, found Mu Qingyuan's room, and was about to open the door, when he caught a glimpse of the wooden sign hanging on the side door, which said Tianzong Gu Moze.

Gu Moze was absent all day long, so the room was mostly empty.

Wen Qiushi went over and knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside. He hesitated for a moment, then turned around, returned to Mu Qingyuan's room, and pushed the door open with his palm.

It's better not to live with Gu Moze.

Otherwise, if a slender figure stands by the bed and finds him as an uninvited guest after sleeping until midnight, he might roll up the quilt and throw him out of the room.

After Wen Qiushi finished eating grapes and washed up, he took off his outer robe and put it on the screen.

Under the candlelight, the young man was wearing a single coat, with loose black hair and a slender and well-proportioned figure.

Wen Qiushi glanced at the bed, and was about to go up, when his whole body suddenly seemed to be enveloped by something, and a familiar breath came from behind.

The night wind poured in through the window, shaking the candle beside the bed.

A slender figure appeared at some unknown time, with a chill all over his body, he reached out and hooked the young man's slender waist from behind, and hugged the man who was about to go to bed back.

"Uncle Master."

A familiar voice sounded in a low voice.

The hand that landed on Wen Qiushi's abdomen was long and slender, and the ring of the index finger was dripping with black light. Through a layer of thin underwear, he pulled the person into his arms with great strength.

"You got the wrong bed." Gu Moze said.