Dressed as a sick beauty

After sneezing, Wen Qiushi twitched his brows and continued to lie motionless on the ground in the face of the eyes of the crowd who hesitated to speak.

The scene was stagnant for a moment, Gu Moze turned around and took off the scarecrow's robe, glanced at the note with the words "Chu Baiyue", tore it off, crumbled it, and threw it into a pile of messy straw.

Picking up the person from the ground, Gu Moze cut off his surroundings and returned to the room.

Landing on the soft bed, Wen Qiushi breathed a sigh of relief, opened one eye and looked tentatively, met a pair of deep eyes, his jaw was strangled and lifted.

His fair cheeks were stained with tears, his eye circles were red, and there were fine drops of water hanging from his long eyelashes. His face was full of acting skills.

"No." Gu Moze said.

Wen Qiushi's expression was dazed, his eyes opened after crying, and the fingers pinching his chin tightened.The corners of Gu Moze's eyes narrowed slightly, he wanted to see the young man cry, but not for others.

Gu Moze pursed his thin lips coldly, stared at him for a while, the moment the blood in his eyes welled up, he let go of his hand, and walked away without looking back.

The door closed.

Wen Qiushi rubbed his chin puzzledly and wrapped himself in a quilt.

Early the next morning, Wen Qiushi greeted his disciples with his usual expression, as if what happened last night had never happened, he didn't mention a word.

Seeing this, all the disciples became suspicious, whether Elder Wen really lost his memory, they all said that he was sick from longing, maybe the elder happened to be insane last night, so he cried to a scarecrow and said that he was the head of the Chu family.

So everyone kept silent about what happened last night, and looked at Wen Qiushi with a little more love in their eyes.

I don't know how long the elder has been sick, but has he ever taken medicine.

When Wen Qiushi was having breakfast, Mu Qingyuan came over hesitantly, and said, "Today, the Sishi Tianzhuan pen is exhibiting at the Longyuetai in front of the Fuhui, do you want to go, Master Seven?"

Wen Qiushi shook his head: "I'm not interested."

When making talismans, different materials such as paper, pen, ink, and sand will produce different talisman powers, so most talisman masters will devote themselves to using the best materials, but Wen Qiushi has no requirements for these.

When he was practicing talismans in the Taoist temple, he would draw a piece of foxtail grass by the roadside and dip some water in the pool, so he could draw on the ground, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

The young man's expression carried a repulsion that he didn't even realize.

Mu Qingyuan was silent for a moment, and said if he had something to say: "Heavenly seal is something that the master of the talisman heard before he was alive. The holy master took the sacred wood and made it himself as a gift. After the master of the talisman passed away, he has not appeared in the world for ten years. This time, as the master of the talisman Compared with the reward, Seventh Martial Uncle might as well take a look now, he will have someone else in a few days."

The jujube cake in Wen Qiushi's mouth suddenly became less sweet, he pursed his lips, and uttered a word after a while: "Go."

Sishi, Long Yuetai.

A dark crowd flowed around the square in front of the Fuhui, with their eyes focused on the very center.

On the high platform, there is a jade pen holder, on which there is a pen that has been silent for many years, with a light blue light emitting from the top, the body of the pen underneath is straight red, and the brush is black.

A warm sun rises in the sky, adding a layer of gold to the word "wen" written on the pen.

The word "Wen" is strong, with silver hooks and iron paintings.

This is the Fubi Tianzhuan.

Not only the talisman masters, but also countless monks who came to visit, amazed everywhere, with awe shining in their eyes.

Some people sighed and regretted: "I was lucky enough to see Tianzhuan back then. When it was in the hands of the talisman owner, I don't know how dazzling it is. It is so dim like it is now!"

Wen Qiushi stood among a group of Tianzong disciples looking excitedly, looking at Tianzhuan for a moment.

His pupils shrunk.

The surrounding discussions faded away, and gradually became inaudible, and the vision became blurred, and Wen Qiushi's consciousness fell into chaos.

"What's your name, kid?"

A familiar voice echoed in his mind, low and steady.

"Smell...why did I tell you."

The young man looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a light ink robe, embroidered with idle auspicious cloud patterns, his eyebrows and eyes were like ink, exquisite and beautiful, which is rare in the world, he looked at a group of strangers headed by the man in front of him, with a vigilant expression .

"Who are you? It's better to report your name first."

The young man's tone was without awe, which made the whole group of people on the opposite side dumbfounded, and some even frowned, wanting to reprimand him.

The tall figure gave a low laugh, raised his hand to stop it, and said three words in a gentle tone.

"Yu Cangwu."

"Oh, then my name is Wen Yu."

The young man's answer was completely perfunctory, clearly expressing that this is the warm name he just thought of.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a hand with well-defined joints stretched out towards him, slender and strong, with thin calluses on the fingertips, and said to him: "In that case, come here, Wen Yu, I'm safe."

Wen Qiushi's fingertips moved slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hand in the direction of the Tianzhuan pen in front of him, and immediately fell to the ground amidst the surrounding exclamation.

But before his body fell to the hard ground, someone whispered anxiously in his ear, "Uncle! Uncle!"

Wen Qiushi had a splitting headache, as if something had happened around him, the sky was clear just now, and in a blink of an eye dark clouds swept in, accompanied by the deafening roars of ferocious beasts, and howling winds.

Wen Qiushi wanted to open his eyes, but the eyelids were so heavy that it was difficult to open a thin slit, and there were noisy exclamations and babbles in his ears.

"Run away! It's a beast! The beast Qiongqi is here!"

——"Run away!" "Holy One, Holy One!!"

The dark clouds are like ink, and the sky is endlessly black, like the end of the world.

The air was filled with the smoke of war and the thick and disgusting smell of blood, and there were screams and roars all around, like a purgatory on earth.

The same slender hand covered the boy's eyes with blood, and gradually lost strength. The man's voice was calm, as gentle as when we first met, "It's not your fault, forget about it."

......

Wen Qiushi lost consciousness.

In the sky above the Long Yuetai, the huge beast that covered the sky and the sun roared, and rushed towards the sky that was suddenly shining brightly.

But on the way, the fierce beast Qiongqi turned its wings, looked at the fleeing crowd with eyes like blood lanterns, and slammed it, "You didn't die?! It's time to avenge the past!!"

Roar!

Half the street was turned into ruins in an instant.

Qiongqi opened his bloody mouth wide, and was about to make trouble, when he paused suddenly, a trembling coercion radiated from the place he wanted to attack.

Gu Moze hugged the person, his eyes were fierce: "Get lost."

The aura of heaven and earth that Qiongqi could perceive trembled for an instant, and the beast looked at the young man in front of him in shock, and at the young man in his arms unwillingly.

At this moment, vast spiritual power came from above.

boom--

The place where he stood was torn apart, and Qiong Qi's huge figure flew into the air in a blink of an eye, looking at the handsome and unparalleled man opposite him with fear, feeling like he had known him before.He shook his head, as if trying to identify who the other party was, and suddenly laughed wildly after a while.

"So it's you, just right, I can't kill Wen Yu, I'll kill you to vent my anger!"

"Patriarch Chu, Qiongqi is extremely vicious, let us work together to kill him!"

Several figures appeared in midair, and the coefficients of Sect Master Ling and City Master Lanyue rushed over, and the person standing on Chu Baiyue's left spoke.

"There is a change in the Tianzhuan, and Qiongqi came here for it, so there is no need to kill him,"

Chu Baiyue stared at Qiongqi with shallow eyes, without killing intent, but with a gentle look on her face, as if caught in some kind of pleasant memory.

"Just subdue him."

Everyone around has committed a disaster, and the name of the Qiongqi fierce beast resounds across the continent. If Chu Baiyue was not present today, there would be no possibility of killing him. It is several times harder to kill.

Chu Baiyue ignored everyone and slowly raised her hand.

The spiritual power transformed into shackles rushed towards the beast from all directions, and Qiongqi, who was surrounded, roared and gradually panicked under the shock of spiritual power.

"How could it be? What have you done in just over ten years? Your cultivation has improved so fast?!"

Chu Baiyue's face was indifferent, and he controlled several thick shackles in the air and wrapped them around Qiongqi.

Shocking roar.

Qiongqi fought desperately, rushed out of the prison enclosure, waved his bloody wings, but did not rush to escape, but rushed to the Tianzhuan on the high platform.

The barrier of defense shattered in an instant.

Qiongqi struck fiercely at the long brush on the jade shelf.

In the blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere, and blood rained down the entire Longyue Stage.

The huge, ferocious figure was torn apart, and its vitality was wiped out by the cold and sharp spiritual power at a distance of half a foot from the Tianzhuan pen.

As soon as Chu Baiyue wore the patriarch's uniform, it was stained red with blood, and her usual indifference and gentleness was gone from her face. She looked down at the corpse that hit the ground, her eyes were indifferent and chillingly cold.

"Death nature does not change, it should be destroyed."

After the catastrophe subsided, the Tianzhuan pen also returned to silence, as if the change had never happened before.

When Wen Qiushi woke up, he was in a daze, with a dazed look on his face.

"Why am I here?"

Isn't he looking at the Tianzhuan pen?

Gu Moze stood by the bed and looked at his expression, and then brought a cup of hot tea, "The fierce beast is here, the uncle was frightened and fainted."

Wen Qiushi: "?!"

He vaguely remembered someone yelling that the beast was Qiongqi, but, "When did I faint from fright, don't talk nonsense!"

How can he be so filthy and innocent, how can he be so timid!

"Since that's the case, why did Master Master faint?"

"I..." Wen Qiushi was speechless, blinked, took a sip from the teacup.

His heart was pounding, and his mind was full of images of Tianzhuan pens. He couldn't tell Gu Moze that he fell in love with a pen at first sight, and even became possessive as a talisman master.

Thinking of the end of the Talisman Dao Conference, the pen of love in the dream fell into the hands of others.

The delicate and beautiful body of the pen was held and touched by other people, and he was so angry that his seven orifices were smoked.

In the afternoon, Wen Qiushi quietly ran to the registration site for the Fu Dao Competition, and after a while, he came out with a badge worth nearly a thousand digits.

After leaving the registration point, he walked straight towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Tonight is a happy day for the young city lord to hold the joint registration ceremony. Although there were fierce beasts attacking in the morning, fortunately, they were dealt with quickly and did not cause much loss, and the ceremony was held as usual.

Near the gate of the city lord, a group of disciples walked by Wen Qiushi.

Dressed in uniform blue-striped white-bottomed costumes, similar to Tianzong's white-striped blue-bottomed costumes, they were chatting with excitement in their words.

"Patriarch is really powerful, killing Qiongqi with one move! It's appalling, I don't know how far his cultivation has reached."

"Although I come from a separated family, I really admire Patriarch Bai Yue!"

"As soon as today is over, I don't know how many people will pester Patriarch Bai Yue again. Fortunately, the Patriarch is so devoted to seeking the truth that he doesn't care about anyone."

......

While the group of disciples were talking, they suddenly saw him, and their faces immediately collapsed.

"Humph."

Although the leader was outstanding in appearance and extraordinary in bearing, he looked domineering, snorted coldly at Chaowen Qiushi, and left first with his hands behind his back.

Wen Qiushi: "?"

Calling Patriarch Chu Baiyue is a child of the Chu family, why is it so impolite.

When the group left, Wen Qiushi vaguely heard a few words.

"Tian Yunfu, when I see it, I think of the bad things their elders did!"

"That's right, I've never seen such a shameless person as the elder of Tianzong! Because he hurt Aunt Nan, many people have blamed the Patriarch all these years!"

"Who in Nanling doesn't know that there is no love between the Patriarch and Aunt Nan. I heard that the two planned to cancel the engagement together. Who would have thought that Aunt Nan was injured and the outside world talked about it, so the engagement has been delayed. until now."

"Tianzong still shields that villain, it's really abominable! If I see him, I will definitely beat him twice for the Patriarch!"

Wen Qiushi: "..."

He touched the tip of his nose lightly, and stepped into the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

At the dinner party, as the elder of Tianzong, he was the honored guest, sitting on the Yaotai, chatting and laughing with the elders of various sects.But Wen Qiushi didn't even think about putting on the mask and mingling among the disciples' seats below.

He flipped through the story book, thinking of the nephews sitting on both sides, turned his head left and right, "I have nothing to do, do you want a copy?"

Mu Qingyuan's eyes fell on the cover of the story book, his expression became indescribable, looked at him hesitant to speak, and finally said nothing, shook his head and refused, "Uncle Qi likes it, just keep it for yourself."

Gu Moze picked a grape from the fruit plate, peeled off the purple-red skin, revealing the white flesh inside, "Does it look good?"

Wen Qiushi looked at the grapes peeled by his fingertips, thought for two seconds, his expression showed a little surprise, and nodded: "It looks good."

He poked his head away, lowered his head and swallowed it without thinking: "Thank you."

Gu Moze paused, looking at the empty hand in the blink of an eye, the fingertips that had been brushed by the young man's breath gradually became damp and cool, with a little bit of purple-red grape juice remaining on it.

He glanced sideways: "I asked if the script is good."

He choked when he heard Qiushi.

Didn't you ask if the purple grape pulp is attractive, to seduce him to eat?He was wondering how Gu Moze knew that he liked to eat grapes.

Gu Moze glanced at the rosy lips, took out a brocade handkerchief, wiped his hands with an unclear expression, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Master will take advantage."

"Actually haven't swallowed yet."

"...Swallow it!"

The young man's eyes, which were not covered by the mask, slightly bent, and Gu Moze chuckled in his ear.

Gu Moze was silent for a while, snatched the notebook from Wen Qiushi's hand, turned to the first page, pointed to the names on the catalogue, and said in a tone without any emotion, "If you were him, which one would you like?"

Wen Qiushi hissed lightly.

He was about to read the storybook, and the name on the cover was very exciting, it was called "The Rain and Dew of Those Years: The Master and the Master of the Talisman"

Wen Qiushi counted seven "hes".

At the beginning, the author also solemnly declares: Adapted from real events, it must become a real person, and there is another companion article "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water in Those Years: The Master and the Master's She-She-She-She-She-She"

Wen Qiushi counted, and there were seven "shes" again.

To a certain extent, Mr. Storyteller called Master Fu Wenyu a "disaster" that day, and he lived up to his name.

This "Seven Others" series of words was highly recommended by the owner of the book shop to Wen Qiushi at that time. It is said that it was written by an expert, and the writing was extremely true, so it became popular for ten years. classic.

When Wen Qiu saw Gu Moze's skillful way of opening it, he wondered if he had also secretly read it.

Wen Qiushi laughed to himself, thought for a while, and looked at the names that were getting familiar with each other, as well as the introduction that followed.

The master of the Chu family, the master of the Northern Territory, the master of the Senluo Palace, the ancient blood crow...

What acquaintances at a young age, helping the young master, love and hate intertwined, until death...

He flipped through it before, and there was actually no romance written in it, it was more like an exaggerated record.

"If I were Wen Yu,"

Wen Qiushi paused, and under Gu Moze's tense expression, he curled his lips into a smile, "It's the children who make the choice, adults of course..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Qiushi's neck felt cold, and he noticed the dark, preying eyes on his side, and swallowed the words back.

As far as he knew, nine out of ten young leaders in the cultivation world were followers of the talisman master.Not to mention, Mu Qingyuan is one of them, and he is quite fanatical.Looking at Gu Moze's reaction at this time, most likely he also admires the Fuzhu from the bottom of his heart.

Although his casually provocative remarks were said to be unintentional, in Gu Moze's eyes, most of them became an offense to Master Fu's personality.

Wen Qiushi changed his mouth and said seriously: "A person who cares about the world like the master of the talisman must have a pure heart and few desires. How can he stick to small love and small love! Don't ask such a question again!"

In Gu Moze's deep eyes, Wen Qiushi pointed to Chu Baiyue's name: "This is a brother, haven't you seen the touching brotherhood in the script?"

His slightly white fingertips moved: "This is the younger brother. Didn't you see in the script that the master Fu is trying to be a good brother?"

Then came Senluo Hall Master Su Moye: "This is..."

Gu Moze: "What is it?"

Wen Qiushi couldn't explain it clearly, this one seemed the simplest, but it was actually the most complicated. Based on the information he had pieced together recently, he managed to figure out a line of intersection between Fuzhu and Su Moye.

Back then in the battle against demons in the Meteor Valley, Wen Yu used the holy sword to kill the demon king Suye, and the sword fixed the universe, sending the behemoth Senluo Palace into hell.

The members of Senluo Temple fled to death, and many people were captured by righteous men. Su Moye, a young man who was related to the devil at that time, even though he hid his identity, did not end well. His face was burnt. He received the slave mark and was treated as a slave.

Until Wen Yu accidentally saw him and brought him by his side.

Everyone in Senluo Palace hates Wen Yu as a bone. His behavior is tantamount to playing with fire. At that time, it aroused different opinions. Even if his cultivation level is advanced, he should be careful to play with fire***, but no matter how the outside world judges, Wen Yu still goes his own way and leaves the Northern Territory. Su Moye stayed by his side during the two years guarding the ghost building until his death.

No one knows why he raised tigers.

for what purpose.

It is only rumored that Yu Zeng said to Chu Baiyue who asked him: "I don't have good intentions towards this young man. On the contrary, this is one of the few evil thoughts I have bred. He is useful to me. But if one day I really use him, Bai Yue, remember to stop me, no matter what."

Thinking of this, Wen Qiushi blurted out: "This is Hu Hu Hu Hu."

Gu Moze slowly narrowed his eyes.

Wen Qiushi hurriedly jumped to the next one, his eyes stopped on the ancient crow, the spirit beast, and was about to point it out, when Gu Moze's expression changed slightly, he frowned, and directly snatched the script, "Don't look, I don't want to know."

Wen Qiushi's expression was inexplicable, Gu Moze hid the script, met his suspicious eyes, and said without changing his face: "The registration ceremony is about to start, Master, don't read these things."

Wen Qiushi looked up, and the guests were almost all there.

Directly on the Yaotai, there are several figures sitting, who seem to be Chu Baiyue, Lingzongzhu, Nanduyi and so on.

Wen Qiushi's eyes paused for two moments on the stage, one of them looked back suddenly, and he quickly lowered his head, but he didn't know who it was, but felt that his eyes were extremely sharp.

At this moment, a figure in a Chinese dress came to Wen Qiushi with a chair, looked around, pondered for a while, and felt that he could not drive away any of them, so he had to settle for the next best thing, "Brother Mu, I can By your side?"

Mu Qingyuan nodded: "Please."

Jia Tang couldn't help but sat down, then stretched his head: "I haven't seen you for two days, do you still remember me?"

Wen Qiushi stretched out a hand, the storage ring on the index finger flashed green light, very beautiful in the night.

Jia Tang's smile disappeared, he looked down at his clean hands, and fell into a negative state, but after a while, he regained his strength.

On the right were a few people who didn't talk much, Jia Tang turned his head to the left, and muttered to Zhang Jianjian through the gap.

Wen Qiushi glanced at the fresh fruit and wine on the coffee table, picked up two walnuts, and plated the walnuts boredly, after a while, he found that he was not strong enough to break them.

"Uncle Seven, may I help you?" Mu Qingyuan said upon seeing this.

Wen Qiushi squeezed the walnuts with both hands, his whole body was struggling even to the tips of his hair, he shook his head and said, "No, this is... dignity!"

After a long while, Wen Qiushi blushed, and the walnut in his palm was as firm as a rock. He panted, as if he had encountered an enemy for life, with a solemn expression, "Gu Moze, if you lend me the fire dagger, I think I should give them enough respect." !"

Gu Moze raised his eyebrows slightly, handed over the dagger, and a voice from beside him exclaimed, "Ruohuo?!"

Jia Tang looked at the dagger, then at Gu Moze, then turned his head, "Brother Jian, Ruohuo is actually in your Tianzong's hands?"

Zhang Jianjian explained: "It's not from the sect, but from Gu Moze."

Jia Tang stroked his chin: "I remembered a few interesting things. Once I heard from my father that he met the talisman master at a banquet, and the talisman master couldn't smash the walnuts, so he asked the holy lord to come to Ruo Huo Dagger, saying that he would send the walnuts to the road. .”

Zhang Jianjian was dumbfounded: "What else is there? A little walnut is smashed by such a treasure, it is indeed a grand burial!"

Wen Qiushi gave a pause to the hand that hit the walnut with the handle of the dagger, threw the walnut back on the plate, and took a bunch of grapes in another hand.

He turned the dagger, aimed the ice-like side at the grapes, and was about to stick it, when whispers came from beside him.

Jia Tang: "It's more than that! My father said that Master Fu also used the Ruohuo dagger to freeze ice grapes. Do you think it's funny?"

Wen Qiushi narrowed his eyes, gave up on the grapes, and picked up something casually.

On the other side, Jia Tang and Zhang Jianjian put their heads together and laughed loudly, "Master Fu roasted bananas with fire, haha!"

boom!

Wen Qiushi pressed the banana in his hand on the coffee table and gritted his teeth.

hateful.

And let no one eat it!