Dressed as a sick beauty

More and more sunlight broke through the clouds and mist, splashed down, and a ray fell on Chu Baiyue's light crown, emitting a soft luster.

Wen Qiushi raised his long eyelashes slightly, and the halo jumped in his eyes.

"I heard that Qiu Shi did not change her name and surname when she went and sat down, and she didn't pretend."

"You're not Wen Qiushi," Chu Baiyue corrected each word, "You're Wen Yu."

Wen Qiushi was stunned, and finally figured out what the sound of 'Wen Yu' in his ears meant, Chu Baiyue actually regarded him as the talisman master?

He touched his face, wanting to look for the bronze mirror.

In the past few days, I have never heard that the original owner and Wen Yu look alike, and according to the timeline, the original owner is not much younger than the Fu owner. One of them is in Tianzong, the other is in the Northern Territory, and there is no intersection.

Chu Baiyue called him Wen Yu, could it be that he missed his friend who died young so much that he lost his mind?

Brother Bai Yue couldn't yell four words, Wen Qiushi said seriously, "You've got the wrong person."

"I will not admit my mistake,"

Chu Baiyue pinched his arm, the strength between her fingers? Unconsciously, it became heavier.

The appearance of Wen Yu's talisman is the same in the world, and he can recognize it just by looking at it. Even now, his appearance and voice...everything has changed.

Hearing his firm words, Wen Qiushi was speechless for a moment, then said for a moment: "He has been dead for a long time, people cannot be resurrected after death, you say that I am Wen Yu, it is completely nonsense."

Wen Qiu said: "Why are you so sure, what should you do if you really admit your mistake?"

Chu Baiyue stared at him, her eyes were as gentle as the warm sun, but the words that came out of her mouth made people feel chills, "If I admit my mistake, I will use these eyes to make amends to Wen Yu."

Wen Qiushi's eyelids twitched, almost bewitched.

For a moment, she wondered if she was really the talisman master Wen Yu as Chu Baiyue said.

Fortunately, he woke up quickly, rubbed his aching head, and gave up arguing with Chu Baiyue who seemed to be obsessed and believed that he was Wen Yu.

Wen Qiushi rubbed his forehead, and the wide cuff slipped down inadvertently.

The young man's slender wrist was exposed, and the blood bell tied on it was exposed, which was particularly conspicuous against the snowy skin.

Chu Baiyue's eyes narrowed slightly.

When he saw the blood bell last time, he sensed something was wrong, so he fiddled with it a couple of times and found it was a soul bell.

The soul bell has many functions? One of them is to nourish the soul.

How many souls need to be raised? Are three souls and seven souls difficult to gather...

Chu Baiyue fell into a brief silence, staring at the young man in front of him without blinking, trying to see something, but? Except for completely unfamiliar faces, he couldn't see anything.

He released his gripped arm with one hand and raised it upwards.

Then, under Wen Qiushi's suspicious gaze, his knuckle fingers slightly curled up and landed on the young man's shoulders.

The palms patted lightly.

"Do you not remember me?"

Wen Qiushi blinked and didn't answer, Chu Baiyue's voice sounded hoarse, and she was very depressed at this moment, clearly not asking, but unwilling to confirm after guessing the answer.

There is no need to answer it again.

Wen Qiushi squinted at the hand lightly placed on the shoulder, and felt the extremely complicated mood of the person in front of him, and deeply felt that it was the other person who needed to be patted on the shoulder to comfort him.

He moved his hand slightly, but before he could move, Chu Baiyue spat out two words from his thin lips.

"......very nice."

Chu Baiyue looked at him deeply: "You are holding a pen and drawing symbols again."

Wen Qiushi froze, opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard the sound of "dong dong dong".

He tilted his head and looked behind Chu Baiyue.

Old Ancestor Fu and Pavilion Master Jia, who had met once, were not far away, and beside them were Master Ling and others.

Patriarch Fu made a noise with his crutches, blew his beard and stared, his old face was full of anger, "What does Patriarch Chu mean? It turns out he is such a tyrannical person!"

Wen Qiushi was puzzled, and then found that there was an additional layer of barriers around him at some point, and Fu Patriarch and others were stopped outside the barrier. Looking at the anger accumulated on their faces, it was obvious that they had been blocked for a while.

No matter what other people thought in their hearts, they were patient on the surface and did not lose their temper. Old Ancestor Fu was old and highly respected, so he opened his mouth to reprimand.

"Let go of that little friend! Why don't you let me get close? He's not from Nanling!"

Chu Baiyue was silent for a moment, gave a reason for a short time, and said without looking back: "He is competing, and you will interfere with him."

Old Ancestor Fu laughed angrily.

The dignified head of the Chu family actually called out to stop the thief and slandered them!

The time of the game continued to pass, and because of Chu Baiyue's leadership, a group of people stood in a stalemate on the Longyue platform.

Wen Qiushi was thinking about Tianzhuan, raised his head and said: "We can talk about it after I finish drawing the talisman."

"Heavenly seal?"

Wen Qiushi nodded.

Chu Baiyue was particularly satisfied with this answer, she nodded and left, but she didn't return to the hundred-story jade steps, but came to the nearest Longyue stage, only a couple of feet away from Wen Qiushi.

He raised one hand, and the spiritual power turned into a thin thread wrapped around his index finger.

At the other end of the filament, it circled the young man's thin waist three times, binding him up.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

Chu Baiyue left the stage, the enchantment was still covering him, he could not see it, patriarch Fu was furious, he left the stage under Pavilion Master Jia's persuasion, sat beside Chu Baiyue, and groaned heavily.

On the Longyue platform, the tranquility was restored.

Wen Qiushi laid out the talisman paper, picked up the pen and concentrated on it? The ink bloomed again among the rice paper.

The noise in the audience did not stop because of Chu Baiyue's departure, but after Patriarch Fu, Pavilion Master Jia and others appeared in sight, the discussions intensified.

Just now everyone was talking about it? What is the relationship between the head of the Chu family and this Tianzong person? Now the direction of the wind has changed.

"Why is Old Ancestor Fu so excited about a younger generation?"

"How come Pavilion Master Jia is involved, even if he wants to recruit talisman masters and is eager for talents, there is no need to act so urgently!"

"This? How about the young man's talisman? I just went to see the earth talisman master in front of me."

"I didn't pay attention either, but Tianzong didn't even have a single earth talisman master, how could it be any better..."

The speaker turned his head to look, and his voice fell silent.

After the young man took off his mask, he was really eye-catching.

His whole body was immersed in the warm sunlight, his black hair was tied up, his exposed neckline was slender and beautiful, his eye feathers fluttered slightly, and he lowered his head to focus on the talisman on the table.

The breeze is blowing, and the figure holding the pen and drawing talisman is as peaceful and beautiful as a painting.

Everyone was amazed at the young man's good looks, but at the next moment, as Wen Qiushi wrote his pen, his gaze was involuntarily attracted by his slender hands.

The five fingers holding the pen are as white as jade, slender and beautiful, manipulating the pen, ink, paper and sand.

Even if you can't see the content of the painting clearly, it is difficult to move your eyes away. It is not until the index finger lightly touches the body of the pen and finishes the last stroke that everyone gradually regains their senses.

It seems that several hours have passed, and some people even sweated on their foreheads and wiped them with their hands.

Touching the teacup, it takes less than half a cup of tea, how many hours are there from picking up the pen to writing it down, it is clearly fleeting.

There is no place to stop at all, and the speed is a must.

While everyone was surprised, Wen Qiushi put the drawn talisman aside, leaving a group of astonished gazes.

Is it done?

Once done, there is no half a waste talisman?

This?... How is it easier to draw a talisman than to write a word? !

Wen Qiushi was not in a hurry to draw another picture. After resting for a while, there was a lot of noise around Long Yuetai, and many people looked at the Tianzong people holding green lanterns.

"Wearing Tianyun clothes, is this a disciple of Tianzong?"

"I only know that Mu Qingyuan, Zhang Jianjian and others, when did Tianzong have such a powerful disciple, they actually kept it under wraps."

"Did you forget? Last time, the disciple surnamed Gu who suddenly defeated the number one in Lingzong also belonged to Tianzong. He had never heard of this person before. In the end, he solved Song Yu who was in the limelight with one move. Song Yu is now Still holding a grudge in retreat!"

"Although Tianzong is lonely, there are not many disciples in the sect? Fortunately, the leaders are very bright, but the elders are too few, only four."

"No, have you forgotten the elder who was abolished?"

"Hey, I almost forgot! It is said that the person is already insane. Not long ago, he practiced talisman skills hard in the back mountain, and sneaked out of the sect to attend the talisman Dao conference, attracting the attention of the Chu family master!"

"Hahaha, idiots are talking about dreams. But Patriarch Chu did notice one, but unfortunately that person is not..."

A pause.

An eerie silence permeated the conversation.

"Who has a register?" "I bought one."

A group of people squatted on the ground, opened the booklet, and turned to the last part of the brand name with nearly a thousand digits.

The last five words directly pushed today's ups and downs to a climax.

——Tianzong, Wen Qiushi!

The noise suddenly broke out, and soon spread from a small area to the whole audience.

There was an uproar.

"Wen Qiushi! He is Wen Qiushi, the elder of Tianzong!"

"This? Who is it?"

"Seven years ago, the elder of Tianzong who was ashamed of Patriarch Chu! He also hurt Aunt Nan because of jealousy. Aunt Nan is wearing a veil now!"

"It's that villain? Has he come? Where is he? How dare he hurt Aunt Nan's face! I'm going to cut him into pieces today!"

"It's on the stage, the one wearing Tianyun suit."

"This? Bastard, look at me...Huh? Huh?!"

After sorting out the ins and outs, everyone looked at the figure of the young man who continued to draw talismans on Long Yuetai, and fell silent.

One word popped up in my mind at the same time.

--Hold!

The disciples of Tianzong were crowded in the crowd, surrounded by sight from all directions, trembling.

The situation of the Nanling disciples on the left was not much better than theirs. Their faces that were originally brimming with youthful vigor turned gray, and their stiff bodies were struck by lightning.

Looking at the spiritual power in the hands of the Patriarch from a distance, entangled in the body of the person who should be hated.

All the children of the Chu family were stunned.

"It's born from the heart. It is rumored that the elder of Tianzong Wen is extremely ugly. Even the head of the Chu family who has a good character and never judges others by appearance can't help but be disgusted by him."

"It is rumored that among the seven apprentices of Tianzong Xianjun, the youngest apprentice is the most useless, a useless idiot!"

"It is rumored that the elder, when he sees Patriarch Chu, he must be like a hungry tiger. If he can't get close, he will piss on the spot and cry until his heart breaks. He is an unreasonable lunatic who doesn't want any face."

"Rumours... Rumors are shit!"

Inside and outside the Longyue Terrace, there was silence, and everyone's expressions were so complicated that they were about to change into flowers.

After a long while, a monk from Nanling roared.

"Wrong is wrong! He hurt Aunt Nan's face, and almost killed Aunt Nan! Even if he has a bit of beauty and has learned talisman, a villain is still a villain!"

As soon as this remark came out, it won many applause.

"Yes! What about some skins, that heart is really ugly!"

"I don't think his talisman skills are mediocre, he just draws fast, maybe it's just a ghost drawing talismans!"

"It's just putting on airs, I really think..."

"Shut up, old man!" A voice like the roar of a tiger suddenly resounded through the world.

Silence.

Old Ancestor Fu stuck out his cane, his old face showed a stern expression, "I don't care about other things, but... this? The child's talisman, no one is allowed to belittle and slander!"

He tapped Wen Qiushi from the air with the tip of his cane, "Listen up, all the talisman masters present, there is no time to miss this opportunity to witness such a superb state of talisman making."

"Sometimes, the epiphany is in a flash, don't be disturbed by external voices."

After Fu Patriarch's words fell, the entire venue fell silent.

All the talisman masters who received the instruction had a serious look on their faces, and they all looked at the figure in the talisman without saying anything else.

Inside the barrier, Wen Qiushi knew nothing about what happened outside.

Although he drew the talisman in one go and at an extremely fast speed, Wen Qiushi was a little overwhelmed by the energy it took to draw the talisman.At the end of the ninth piece, he propped up the table with one hand, his vision blurred.

"Wen Yu."

Wen Qiushi turned around and saw Chu Baiyue frowning, about to go up to the stage.

He waved his hands hastily, he didn't have the energy to argue about the title of Wen Yu, took a breath, and continued to invest in the next talisman.

Those who watched Wen Qiushi outside could see that he was struggling at this time.

The young man's soft forehead was slightly wet, and his eyes like autumn water were fixed on the talisman paper, concentrating on drawing the talisman, but his face became paler and completely lost all color.

The figure standing in front of the table is thin, wearing a loose Tianyun suit, and his figure is a little swaying.

People can't help but be on tenterhooks, worrying whether they will fall to the ground in the next moment.

Fortunately, the last stroke fell.

Wen Qiushi put the drawn talisman papers together, and when he finished writing, his dazed vision went dark, and the exclamations around him went away.

In the evening, all the restaurants and teahouses in Lanyue City were packed.

They are all discussing today's Fubi preliminaries.

Outside the gate of Fuhui, one side of the disciples was dressed in blue background with white patterns, and the other side was dressed in white background with blue patterns, it was difficult to distinguish from a distance, it was extremely harmonious.

But standing inside, you will feel the heaviness that even the air freezes.

Zhang Jianjian rubbed her sore legs, and muttered: "Is the elder still awake? By the way, Patriarch Chu won't do anything to our elder inside, right?"

He spoke in a low voice, and said it casually like a joke, never thinking about piercing a hornet's nest.

"Presumptuous! Stop talking nonsense!"

"What are you talking about! What did Patriarch Bai Yue do to your elders? It's ridiculous! I'm still worried about what your elders did to our patriarch!"

"If you slander Patriarch Bai Yue again, don't blame me for being rude!"

......

Chu Tianlin and the others turned ashen, and slammed Zhang Jianjian and the disciples of Tianzong with crackling words.

There were also some disciples from the Northern Territory and Lingzong at the gate, who looked like they had nothing to do with themselves, and refused to leave after seeing the excitement.

Outside a side room of Fuhui, Old Ancestor Fu was so angry that he used his cane.

"Call those old people from the Chu family to come here! How did you choose the head of the family, so unreasonable and overbearing! Why don't you let me wait in, and I'm not from Nanling, it's too much! It's too much!"

Pavilion Master Jia comforted him and said: "Don't worry, Patriarch, anyway, he hasn't woken up yet, so he can guard it if he wants to."

Fu Patriarch was furious and continued to beat the barrier.

Wen Qiushi heard the sound of thumping, opened his eyes and looked at the strange scene, he sat up slowly, and handed a elixir to his eyes.

Wen Qiushi glanced at the person beside the bed, took the pill and swallowed it.

A warm current immediately filled the body.

It's just a little bit bitter.

He frowned, and was sticking out his tongue secretly, when a blue round candy appeared in his sight.

Wen Qiushi was stunned.

Chu Baiyue said: "Aren't you afraid of suffering?"

Wen Qiushi was stunned. When he was a child, he was raised with a young master's temper. After entering the Taoist temple, it was almost gone, and only three fears remained.

Afraid of heights and pain.

But he seldom told others and hid these things.

"How do you know..." Before Wen Qiu could finish speaking, he paused for the outstretched hand and slowly retracted it.

"I'm not Wen Yu." The young man said seriously.

Without saying a word, Chu Baiyue put the candy in his hand, put two fingers together, and tapped it lightly on his forehead.

Wen Qiushi opened his eyes slightly: "What are you doing?"

"The secret art of the Chu family can distinguish the true from the false," Chu Baiyue read the mantra, staring at the young man on the bed and said slowly, "Tell me, are you really Wen Qiushi?"

Wen Qiushi blinked, his forehead felt itchy, he resisted the thought of scratching, and spit out two words lightly.

"I'm."

There is such an interesting spell, but it is a pity that the secret technique cannot be passed on.

Wen Qiushi deliberately asked if the Chu family had any other interesting spells, and when she looked up, Chu Baiyue opened her shallow eyes wide and her pupils shrank slightly, as if seeing something unbelievable.

The two fingers on his forehead became cold and stiff in an instant.

Wen Qiushi sighed inwardly, got up and got out of bed and said: "This? Did you reply to the letter? I am really Wen Qiushi. You misidentified the person, but your eyes must not..."

There was a clear voice in the room.

Wen Qiushi's arm was grabbed, and he was pulled back with great force. He staggered and fell back on the bed.

"Don't go—"

Chu Baiyue's knuckles turned white, her icy voice sounded, and a piercing chill appeared in her shallow eyes.

It was completely different from his usual gentle and indifferent appearance.

Seeing his appearance, Wen Qiu frowned.

Fortunately, Chu Baiyue's frightening state was fleeting. He let go of Wen Qiushi's arm and took two steps back, "Sorry, I hurt you."

Chu Bai Yueshen's face was dim, and he said slowly: "I will find out what's going on. Before that, you don't want to leave at will."

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

Chu Baiyue relaxed a little, and said softly: "What do you want to do now, I will accompany you."

"I want to change clothes," the young man on the bed turned the dump ring.

Chu Baiyue opened the door, walked out amid Fu Laozu's angry shouts, and closed the door again.

"Spiritual talisman—replacing."

Chu Baiyue went out with his front foot, but a youthful voice sounded from the room with his back foot.

A talisman fell on the bed, and immediately turned into the same figure as Wen Qiushi.

Don't you want to leave at will?

He is not someone who can be locked up!

Wen Qiushi covered the stand-in with a quilt, then stepped on the window sill, and was about to go out when he suddenly remembered something.

He looked back to find a piece of paper, and after hastily writing down a few pens, he placed the paper in a conspicuous place on the double's chest, and put on the soft quilt again.

The window figure flashed and disappeared.

After half a stick of incense passed, there was still no movement in the room. Seeing this, Old Ancestor Fu wanted to push the door, but was stopped by Chu Baiyue. He was furious, "The Chu family boy has tolerated you for a long time! If someone escapes, I will settle the score with you! "

"There are always people inside," Chu Baiyue sensed the movement in the room, the sound of people's breath and breathing.

Patriarch Fu waited patiently for a while, and finally couldn't bear to push the door again.

Chu Baiyue frowned, and blocked the door: "I'll come."

He knocked on the door and called softly, but there was no movement inside. Just as he was about to continue knocking, Patriarch Fu knocked down the door with his cane, "What kind of etiquette are you talking about at this time!"

Several people entered the house.

The figure on the bed was sleeping soundly with eyes closed.

Old Ancestor Fu's face turned green and red, and he snorted, "So I'm sleeping."

Chu Baiyue's eyes fell on the bed, she frowned suddenly, and stepped forward to gently push the sleeping figure.

boom--

A wisp of clear smoke floated up, and the talisman fell on the bed.

Patriarch Fu: "?!"

What kind of talisman is this? It's unheard of!

Chu Baiyue was stunned for a moment, and a helpless smile suddenly appeared on her thin lips.

It turned out...to be fooled again.

Chu Baiyue grasped the talisman tightly, then saw a piece of paper falling by her feet, picked it up and saw someone wrote it in his familiar and beautiful handwriting?——"I'm not Wen Yu, my name is Wen Qiushi, but you Your eyes are beautiful, so don't move."

"Wen, Qiu, Shi," Chu Baiyue read out the three characters lightly.

It turns out that Wen Yu's name is fake.

The night is slightly thick.

Successfully slipping away from Fuhui, Wen Qiushi leisurely walked on the street, with lanterns hanging high on the side of the street, he threw up a grape, raised his head to catch it, and squinted his eyes to enjoy it.

He planned to go to the bookstore to buy some new scripts, and walked along the way, tossing grapes and continuing to play.

Passing the street ahead? At the entrance of an alley, Wen Qiushi threw up a grape and raised his head to pick it up.

A slender figure appeared next to him from nowhere, with thin forehead hair and dark eyes staring at him. Then he held his arm with one hand and the young man's slender waist with the other, pulling him into the narrow room without any explanation. In a dark alley.

Snapped.

Ziyingying's grape fell to the ground alone.