Dressed as a sick beauty

The eyes behind the green fox mask are like autumn water, looking at Yaotai through the breeze and falling flowers.

Chu Baiyue's clenched heart paused, and she returned to tranquility.

wrong.

The person he was looking for had a cool aura all over his body, but he was a teenager who loved to laugh. When he smiled, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and there was a lot of romance between his eyebrows, so he couldn't hide it no matter what.

At this moment, the young man looked at him with completely unfamiliar eyes.

"Sorry, I was looking for the wrong one." Chu Baiyue spoke to the people in the audience, although it was soft, but the other party could hear it clearly.

After Wen Qiushi swallowed the grapes, his bulging face became flattened, and his muffled voice cleared away the clouds.

"Give me the money, don't catch me."

He looked down at the spiritual power wrapped around his waist, suspecting that he was being treated as a small thief, and was about to take out the spirit stone, his waist tightened.

The scenery on the ground suddenly faded away, and Wen Qiushi's feet were empty.

He froze for a moment, his face pale.

The spiritual power wrapped around Wen Qiushi's body was like a slender rope, pulling him into the air and heading straight to the Yaotai.

Chu Baiyue moved her fingertips slightly.

The young man's voice was very strange, it wasn't Wen Yu, he should let him go.

Chu Baiyue was conscious, and a little drunk didn't interfere with his thinking, but for some reason, even though he knew that the other party was not, his body couldn't help but take the initiative, and his heart screamed to pull the person to his eyes.

The people were getting closer and closer to him, just as Chu Baiyue was about to reach out his hand, a powerful spiritual power struck and scattered his spiritual power surrounding the young man.

Wen Qiushi's waist loosened, and his composure collapsed in an instant, his cheeks turned pale, and he fell downwards.

The next moment, a slender and powerful hand wrapped around his waist, and a familiar aura swept over him. When the other hand passed through the bend of his leg, Wen Qiushi reacted, wrapping his arms around his neck, and buried his cheek into his neck .

The thin figure couldn't help trembling.

Gu Moze hugged someone horizontally, lowered his eyes, looked at the young man who took the initiative to shrink into his arms, the annoyance in his eyes gradually disappeared, and whispered: "Don't be afraid."

When he hugged Wen Qiu, he landed safely, then raised his head, and met the eyes of the man on Yaotai, his thin lips twitching coldly.

Chu Baiyue frowned.

He remembered that this Tianzong disciple, Gu Moze, and Jing Wuya had explained to him through sound transmission.

After the alcohol dissipated, Chu Baiyue withdrew her hand, her shallow eyes regained clarity, and quietly watched the young man carry him away.

"Just let people go away like this?"

Chu Baiyang looked around, but he didn't expect his elder brother to really catch someone with grapes. After being shocked, seeing the young man being cut off halfway, he immediately said in displeasure, "Brother, you lost the grape and lost the man!"

Chu Baiyue stepped forward and left, her tone was light, "It doesn't matter if it's not him."

Wen Yu, how could she lie obediently in someone else's arms.

Leaving the City Lord's Mansion, Wen Qiushi was still in shock.

That Yaotai overlooks most of Lanyue City, the height is extraordinary, his legs are still weak, and his arms feel weak after a while.

He breathed lightly on Gu Moze's neck, feeling ashamed by this appearance, and he felt sleepy.

Although there were few pedestrians on the street in the middle of the night, there were always people there. Sensing the successive gazes, Wen Qiushi buried his head deeper and deeper, his black hair covering his cheeks, and said in a muffled voice for a long time: "I just eat a grape. "

The young man's voice was soft and full of annoyance.

Gu Moze chuckled, from the heroic eyebrows to the slightly hooked thin lips, there was joy.

Not found.

Chu Baiyue didn't recognize anyone.

When Wen Qiushi saw him, it was like meeting a stranger.

This recognition made Gu Moze hold his thin figure tightly, and the street lanterns sprinkled on his face, softening the cold, hard and deep outline.

Gu Moze is in a good mood recently.

Not only did Wen Qiushi discover it, but all the disciples of Tianzong also noticed it.

At noon, in the restaurant contracted by the city lord's mansion, all the disciples of the immortal sect were sitting.

Go up to the second floor and turn left, Zhang Jianjian, who just came from Shengxiantai, picked up vegetables and said, "I was recruiting newcomers to the sect at Shengxiantai in the morning, and Chu Tianlin from Nanling went crazy and ran to our territory to play wild. Turning up the old bad things in the south of the elder city made me very angry. Then Gu Moze came and stood there looking at him, that guy Chu Tianlin ran away immediately, hahaha."

"I've been standing opposite for a long time, and for the first time I realized that standing behind Gu Tongmen has a feeling of being invincible." Zhang Jianjian gave a thumbs up and praised.

Wen Qiushi stopped the jade chopsticks and took up the conversation without even thinking, "Most of the time he doesn't make a move to avoid causing a bigger disaster. In fact, his heart is very soft, not as indifferent as it looks on the surface. I remember he picked up a chopstick when he was a child. Injured birds, feed the rice grain by grain..."

After a pause, Wen Qiushi's face showed a daze, and he didn't even know what he was talking about, something that was not in his memory.

In the original novel, Gu Moze only had a few pens when he was a child, how did he start to make up!

Wen Qiushi shook his head, at this moment, there was movement at the door of the restaurant.

The disciples of the Chu clan who were dressed similarly to theirs came, the leader of them looked familiar when he heard Qiushi, but after a while, he was the Nanling disciple who snorted coldly at him in front of the city lord's mansion yesterday.

"Yo, brother Tianlin."

Jia Tang, who was among the disciples of Tianzong, walked to the fence and waved downward, looking familiar.

Chu Tianlin glanced around him, frowned, and snorted disdainfully, "Why are you staying with those people? If so, I won't even pay attention to you in the future."

He turned his head and was about to step up the stairs when a group of fairy disciples in red clothes appeared at the door.

When Chu Tianlin saw one of them, his face darkened, he snorted contemptuously, and stepped up the stairs with his sleeves flicked.

Some of the disciples of Nanling, who looked forward to him like a horse, had a strange feeling, "It turns out that he is the younger brother of the Patriarch, and Chu Baiyang, the branch family, is here."

The voice may not be loud, but in the quiet restaurant at this time, it clearly fell into everyone's ears.

At the door, Chu Baiyang's face turned cold, and the spirit sword in his hand whined softly. The spirit disciples on his left and right looked ugly, staring at Nanling and his party full of hostility.

The atmosphere of the restaurant is delicate.

Except for the Northern Territory, the juniors of Tianzong, Lingzong, and Nanling gathered together. There were no elders in charge, so there was no need to pretend to be harmonious, and their youthful appearance was instantly revealed.

The other Xianmen disciples sitting in the building were wary of being involved in the struggle, but at the same time they could not wait to step forward and fight.

Chu Baiyang was dragged down by the people beside him, pushed back the scabbard, and walked up to the second floor from another staircase.

The restaurant fell into silence until Jia Tang stood in front of the bar, raised his glass and said loudly: "Tomorrow is the day when the Talisman Dao Competition begins. Welcome all Taoist friends to come to my Tiandi Pavilion Lanyue Casino to place bets. Preliminaries, semi-finals, There are gambles in the three final rounds, if you win the championship from the preliminary round, it will not be a dream to become rich overnight!"

With Jia Tang's words, the deadlocked atmosphere was revived, and the disciples from all sides talked about tomorrow's Talisman Dao Contest.

"Usually only the elders of the Fu Society sit in town. This big competition is really very grand. I heard that the master of the Chu family will be present in person, as well as the master of the Ling sect, the master of the heaven and earth pavilion, and the patriarch Fu... will all come!"

"Half of the world of comprehension has come, the best time to stand out!"

"It's all for the Tianzhuan pen."

"Who do you think will win the championship?"

Everyone was silent and looked in the same direction on the second floor. The young disciples of the Lingzong were so excited that they almost raised their tails.

Chu Baiyang was not too polite, he got up without hesitation, and said loudly: "My sect elder Nan, the only second heavenly talisman master in the world, is bound to win!"

As he said, he glanced at the Nanling disciples on the other side, "Even though some of them are local talisman masters, they just joined in the fun."

Chu Tianlin's face was extremely ugly, and he smashed the teacup on the table with a "bang".

Someone on the side scolded angrily: "Chu Baiyang, what are you pretending to be, you are not even a talisman master! Tianlin is the youngest earth talisman master, and in time, he will definitely be able to ascend to the heavenly level! You are just jealous of Patriarch Chu for favoring him!"

As soon as this remark came out, swords were drawn again.

Seeing this, Jia Tang released the news: "Ke Liu, Bai Sheng and their party arrived at Lanyue City tonight."

As soon as his words fell, someone exclaimed: "The disciples of the Holy Palace of the Northern Territory are here too?! They didn't even come to the Fairy Dao Exchange Meeting in the past, but this time they came out of the mountain for the Talisman Dao Competition? That's really amazing!"

"You said that the Lord of the Northern Territory can just give them the Tianzhuan directly, why should the fat water flow to outsiders' fields?"

"The Lord of the Northern Territory took out the Tianzhuan pen to win the championship just because he couldn't see it. How could he give it to them?"

"Anyway, I bet that Lingzong Nanduyi will win the championship."

"I am from the Northern Territory, and I still support Ke Liubaisheng. They are people who have been taught by Bishop Fu!"

"Tianlin, we at Nanling will definitely bet on you to win the championship! No matter how bad it is, there are still several earth talisman masters coming from Nanling! We will never lose to others!"

"Don't eat! Go, let's place a bet!"

The entire restaurant was full of noise, but there was only one place that was unusually quiet.

Wen Qiushi had a full meal, and looked at the disciples who fell into a strange silence around him, "Why don't you move your chopsticks?"

Zhang Jianjian pulled out a smile, and said dryly, "I have no appetite."

Apart from Wen Qiushi, there are only three elders of Tianzong, and there is no talisman master. The most powerful disciples in the sect have only passed the threshold of intermediate talisman masters.

Usually, the disciples kept silent about the Dao Talisman Conference and selectively ignored it.

This time I was in Lanyue City personally, felt the upsurge of Talisman Dao, and faced the uninhabited situation of Tianzong, it was inevitable that I would feel ashamed.

Jia Tang hit the nail on the head, stoked the fire properly, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction after Nanling, Lingzong and other disciples flocked to the gambling house to show their determination to support their own people.

He turned around and said: "Although there is only one person from Tianzong who signed up, at least it has broken through zero, so there is no need to be so sentimental."

"Someone in our Tianzong wants to participate in the Fubi?!" All the disciples turned their heads together.

Jia Tang said: "I saw that there is a prefix in the registration book that is Tianzong."

Zhang Jianjian looked at each other in blank dismay: "Who is that? What level of talisman master?"

"I don't remember the name," Jia Tang narrowed his eyes, "No sign."

Everyone in Tianzong who was almost excited to stand up was silent, and sat back. They are not even junior talisman masters. It is not much better to spread the word than no one to participate? "Sigh, courage is commendable."

"Where is the casino?"

Wen Qiushi looked away from the window, poured a cup of tea, and said to the dejected Tianzong disciples, "This is your chance to get rich overnight." Zhang Jianjian: "?"

Wen Qiushi sipped his tea and said slowly, "I am the one who signed up."

"—?!"

In the silence, Zhang Jianjian was dumbfounded, "Is this elder's statement true?"

Jia Tang choked on his tea and looked up and down at Wen Qiushi, "Nearly a thousand people signed up for Fu Bi, and all the hundreds of local Fu masters registered in Fuhui participated in the competition, and the rest were senior Fu masters. There is no middle class!"

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows: "Oh."

Jia Tang put down the teacup and said solemnly, "Even if you beat these people, there is still Tianfu Master Nan Duyi behind!"

Wen Qiushi said "Oh" again, and then said, "But I want the Tianzhuan pen."

Jia Tang: "..."

Zhang Jianjian was about to say that experience and knowledge in the competition are worth it, but when he heard this, his eyes widened like copper bells.

"Heavenly seal?!"

- An idiot's dream.

The four big characters involuntarily came to the minds of the disciples of Tianzong.

They were about to persuade, when a gust of fresh wind blew in from the window of Xuan Xuan, messing up the hair of the young man sitting by the window.

The sun was scorching outside, and the air was filled with scorching heat, and it was rare for a trace of coolness to come in.

Wen Qiushi brushed up his messy black hair, bit his mouth on a blue headband, and slowly slid down his cuffs, revealing forearms like jade lotus root.

In the bright light, his skin was dazzlingly white.

Wen Qiushi tied up his long black hair, facing everyone's eyes, slightly tilted his head, his white cheeks like jade did not have a consistent smile.

His expression was rare and serious, with his autumn eyes open, there was a touch of unconscious loftiness and alienation in his eyes, his demeanor was a bit cold, and his voice said lightly:

"Since I want Tianzhuan, it is useless for anyone to come."

Everyone was stunned.

One moment he believed that idiots were talking about dreams, and the next moment he seemed to be infected by the certainty in the youth's words, and involuntarily turned his back.

--is his.

Even knowing the Arabian Nights, I couldn't help but think about it.

The Tianzhuan pen will belong to the person in front of me!

After leaving the gambling house, dark clouds covered the scorching sun, and the cold wind blew on the disciples of Tianzong. They all shivered and woke up from the state of beating chicken blood.

"Wait, what did I do just now? Did I give all my wealth to Tianzong?"

"Me, me too..."

One after another, disciples from Beiyu, Nanling, and Lingzong came out of the gambling hall. When they saw Zhang Jianjian and others squatting at the door in a daze, they all shook their heads and left when they remembered how they were betting wildly in the gambling hall just now.

"No one in the door is too miserable,"

"It's pitiful for a single seedling to go crazy like this."

"I hope the disciples of Tianzong are well after tomorrow's preliminary competition."  …

After Wen Qiushi left the gambling house, he turned around and went to the East Street to clean up the stalls that no one cared about. From afternoon to night, he would practice talismans in his room.

Seeing him packing his things, Master Wang asked, "Go back so early today?"

Wen Qiushi said: "Is there something going on tomorrow? I won't come either."

Master Wang nodded knowingly: "The Fu Bi will be held tomorrow, and young people really should go to gain some knowledge."

Wen Qiushi moved the tree stump under the table: "I'm going to compete."

The master was smiling and handing a talisman to the buyer, and casually said: "Young people are welcome to participate, to participate...to participate?!"

After a while, the news swept the entire East Street.

The talisman sellers here are all junior talisman masters. In previous years, there were still a few sporadic people who signed up for the talisman competition. This year, even the intermediate talisman masters are not boring themselves.

It was suddenly heard that Xiaoyou Wen, who had become acquainted recently, was going to participate in the competition. A group of veterans in the talisman world who claimed to be elders gathered together to discuss after selling out the talismans.

Wen Qiushi didn't know about this, so he went back to his residence after saying hello.

He closed the door and concentrated on practicing talismans.

From noon to Haishi, in the room where the wooden sign of "Gu Moze" was hung, the sound of pen and paper rubbing against each other was constant.

Before he knew it, the outside world was already dark, and the sky began to drizzle. Wen Qiushi stood in front of the desk, and felt dizzy after putting down his pen.

When he almost fell, someone pulled his arm forcefully, and was pulled into his arms by Gu Moze who didn't know when he would come back.

There was a cool night rain in his robes, Wen Qiushi slightly raised his head, and met a pair of blood-colored eyes.

He opened his eyes slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

"What's the matter with you?" He was fine when he went out this morning, and he picked two bunches of grapes for him before leaving.

Without saying a word, Gu Moze grabbed the young man's slender waist expressionlessly, hugged him onto the desk and sat down.

Wen Qiushi was naturally afraid of the feeling of being off the ground, his feet suddenly hung in the air, startled for a moment, subconsciously grabbed Gu Moze's arm, and his fingertips tightened slightly.

Scarlet narrow eyes stared at him.

The young man in front of the desk leaned closer, supported his leaning back waist with one hand, and supported the desk with the other. His thin lips brushed Wen Qiushi's cheek, and his deep voice lingered in his ears.

"I heard that Master Uncle is going to participate in Fubi tomorrow."

Wen Qiushi's ear tips were scalded by the exhaled air, turning red.

The window was half open, and the noisy rain outside could be heard clearly. He was wrapped in Gu Moze's arms, his ears burned badly, and he struggled uncomfortably.

"Yes," Wen Qiushi turned his face sideways, trying to get down from the table.

But his posture was really bad, his legs were pushed apart, and a slender figure stood between his legs, leaning forward and half hugging him.Wen Qiushi made a slight movement, and his legs would rub against Gu Moze's robe.

After doing this a few times, the hand clasping Wen Qiushi's waist suddenly tightened.

The thick night flowed on the desk through the window, and the young man's Adam's apple rolled down slightly.

He breathed slightly: "Don't move."

Wen Qiushi paused, and stopped struggling. Gu Moze was silent for a while, then stroked the hand on his waist to his back, patted it lightly, and said as if discussing: "Don't go to Furu? Why?"

Wen Qiushi felt an itch on his back, endured the touch, and shook his head, "I want the Tianzhuan pen."

"I can bring it back for you," Gu Moze said softly.

Wen Qiushi thought about his simple and crude methods, and quickly dismissed the other party's thoughts, "I'll take it myself, don't interfere."

This statement somehow offended people.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pressed by Gu Moze on the desk.

The young man's black hair was loose, some strands of hair fell on the edge of the wide table, his eyes were slightly wide open, and his snow-white and slender neck was exposed to the candlelight.

Gu Moze's slender hands landed on the side of his neck, lifted the loose collar, and involuntarily poked inside.

The cold fingertips touched the skin, covering the back of the neck with a sense of pressure.

Wen Qiushi trembled.

He looked at Gu Moze with gloomy eyes, and the memories in the cave at the bottom of the cliff suddenly flooded up.

Wen Qiushi's face turned pale, and a question rang in his ear, "Do you have to go?"

Listening to the voice I am used to, I can feel the emotion of the speaker. Wen Qiushi tasted a trace of depression to the limit, and also revealed a slight threat.

As if telling him that this is the last chance.

Gu Moze only wanted to hear a satisfactory answer, but the clear voice that answered him insisted, "Go."

The room suddenly fell into dead silence.

A moment later, after a sneer, the sound of cloth being torn was heard in the room. Wen Qiushi's snow-white left shoulder was exposed in the air, and in the flickering candlelight, a tall and slender figure pressed on him, with his head buried on his neck.

Wen Qiushi raised his left hand slightly, and was immediately grabbed by his slender white wrist, and firmly pinned it to the table.

In a violent sway, the young man seemed to be strangled by his lifeline, lying on the desk and moaning in pain, his body trembled under the brutal confinement.

The familiar pain hit.

Wen Qiushi's soul was impacted in an instant, as if it had been torn apart and crushed, his only free right hand struggled, instinctively pushing the person on him.

The fine forehead hair is slightly damp.

The slender figure pressing him remained motionless, and the chilling blood was hidden under Gu Moze's drooping eyelashes.

Dark clouds rolled outside, and heavy rain fell.

The strong wind hit the half-opened window, and after the candles were blown out, the window closed with a "bang".

Wen Qiushi's vision fell into darkness, his consciousness was blurred, his struggling movements became weaker and weaker, and his wrist, which was finally released, trembled weakly, with bright red finger marks on his snowy skin.

His pale cheeks were turned sideways, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

I do not know how long it has been.

The young man whimpered subconsciously, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his back was separated from the large desk, and after being lifted up, he leaned weakly on Gu Moze's body.

Consciousness groggy.

Wen Qiushi only vaguely noticed that the young man who looked like a wolf just now would hold him, his movements so gentle as if he was treating a fragile and fragile object.

"I don't want you to go."

A hoarse voice sounded, mixed with the coldness of the night.

Gu Moze looked at the fainted person.

Wen Qiushi's hair was slightly damp, one cheek lost its color, and on the snow-white skin of the nape of his neck, a blood-red flower bloomed strangely.

The re-covered soul seal made it impossible to find a trace of Qinglian.

Gu Moze's handsome face was not smiling, and his thin lips were full of sarcasm.

Just dying.

A few days ago, he was still happy that Chu Baiyue did not recognize anyone, but tonight he learned that Wen Qiushi was going to participate in the Talisman Contest.

For the much-anticipated contest, Chu Baiyue will be there, and people from all walks of life will be present. Gu Moze can almost imagine how dazzling the person he is holding in his arms will be in the Talisman Dao Competition tomorrow. How much does it attract? Eyes.

He doesn't know about others, but with Chu Baiyue's familiarity with Wen Yu, as long as he is not stupid or blind when the time comes, he will definitely recognize it.

He seemed to be about to lose the soul that had guarded him since he was a child, the person who had been hiding for so long.

Gu Moze has ten thousand ways to prevent Wen Qiushi from appearing at the Talisman Dao Conference tomorrow, and continue to hide him, secretly and viciously locked by his side for the rest of his life.

But the young man touched Mo Jie silently.

After a while, warm currents like starlight flowed from his fingertips, wrapping Wen Qiushi, and the blood bell rang softly, greedily absorbing soul power and storing it up.

"Even if I'm not here, the soul bell can protect your soul for a long time,"

Gu Moze withdrew his hand, put his thin lips close to Wen Qiushi's ear, and said in a low voice like rubbing his temples together.

"I am leaving."

Gu Moze has no doubts, not to mention that he is by Wen Qiushi's side tomorrow, as long as others are anywhere in the Northern Territory, they will run desperately to prevent Wen Qiushi from participating in the competition.

Before repenting at this time, he wants to stay as far away from Wen Qiushi as possible. If he regrets it tomorrow, how about screaming in pain?

"Although I absolutely don't want to, but..."

Gu Moze opened his dark eyes, rubbed the young man's soft hair, and said softly.

"Go and get back what belongs to you, uncle."