Dressed as a sick beauty

In the street at night, everyone in Tianzong was looking around, and Zhang Jianjian caught a glimpse of Tian Yunfu not far away.

"It seems to be in front!"

A group of people hurried over, the young man standing at the entrance of the alley, his untied black hair was a bit messy, and his collar was very loose, he looked up when he found them.

Street lanterns illuminate his fair cheeks, and the left side of his neck is faintly red.

On the Longyue stage during the day, the appearance of disturbing the wind and the clouds is not the slightest? It has returned to the weak and windy that the disciples are used to on weekdays.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. When Wen Qiushi drew the talisman, he suddenly became unattainable. They were used to the friendly appearance, so they were unavoidably anxious and worried. Elder Wen changed a lot in the future and alienated them.

Fortunately, the young man who appeared in sight raised his brows, still in that leisurely attitude.

It's just... I don't know why? It's like being bullied.

The young man's loose clothes seemed to have just been tidied up from the mess, and the snowy skin on his neck was slightly red, and his autumn eyes were like mist. When he saw them, he tugged his sleeves intentionally or unintentionally to cover his wrists.

"Elder, are you okay!"

Zhang Jianjian was worried and wanted to pounce on him, but she hadn't gotten close yet. Wen Qiushi poked her hands behind her and pulled out a slender figure.

"?!"

Zhang Jianjian staggered and barely stopped.

Why is Gu Moze here?

Gu Moze, who was dragged out, glanced at them, with dissatisfaction on his face for being disturbed, and after looking at Wen Qiushi holding his hand, his expression eased a little.

"What are you doing in a daze, and you're going back."

Wen Qiushi pulled people along while walking, Ye Feng slightly lifted his cuffs, inadvertently revealing the red marks of finger marks on his wrists.

The corners of Mu Qingyuan's eyes narrowed, and the Qingshuang sword he was holding moved? He stared at the figure who was being pulled by Wen Qiushi, his expression was slightly condensed, until Zhang Jianjian took a picture, "What are you doing in a daze, go back .”

Mu Qingyuan hesitated to speak, he pressed back the scabbard for a while, and followed.

Under the eyes of everyone, his identity was completely exposed. Wen Qiushi didn't wear a mask anymore. On the way back to the North Courtyard, the disciples of the Xianmen who met him saw him, glanced at him, and whispered.

Wen Qiushi was blocked by the old and the young at the gate of the north courtyard.

The old man was dressed in white and red-edged talisman costume, with a golden celestial talisman logo on his chest. His face was radiant, and he stood with his hands behind his back, with the aura of a master blowing towards his face.

The little one swept away the poverty of the previous few days, dressed in luxurious gold clothes, wearing ten storage rings on ten fingers, holding a bunch of branches and leaves, with "have money, come and rush to me" written all over his body, and will pass by The disciples were dumbfounded.

"Old Ancestor Fu," Mu Qingyuan and other disciples stepped forward and saluted.

Old Ancestor Fu nodded slightly, smiled amiably, and tidied up the small gold medal of the Tianfu Master on his chest.

Wen Qiushi leaned closer and looked at the two people who were dressed solemnly and seriously.

"What are you doing?"

Old Ancestor Fu: "Pinch your fingers and do the math, you have a predestined relationship with this old man, why don't you take me as your teacher."

"Next." Wen Qiushi waved his hand and walked up to Jia Tang.

Old Ancestor Fu's smiling expression froze, he blew his beard and stared, "Which talisman master in the world doesn't want to worship me as a teacher, but you don't want to? Do you know the master of talisman? When he was alive, he always called me teacher! You don't want to be with the master of talisman? Be a brother?"

Wen Qiushi couldn't help but sneezed and shook his head.

There is a master in his Taoist temple.

Old Ancestor Fu hated iron for not being able to do it. He rode his cane on the steel ground and left angrily. On the other side, Jia Tang threw the branches and leaves in his hand to Wen Qiushi.

Wen Qiushi caught it subconsciously, then looked down at the olive branch.

"?"

"My father will discuss the rest with you tomorrow," Jia Tang said, and ran away happily, as if he had completed a difficult task and couldn't wait to go back to receive the reward.

After a while, the news that the elder Tianzong received the olive branch from Tiandi Pavilion spread everywhere.

When Wen Qiu was speechless, he put the olive branch under the tree in the courtyard, and was about to go back to the house, when the City Lord, Lanyue, rushed over, cupped his hands and said, "I don't know that the elder is coming, these few days, Yan has been negligent, and the cadre is already in the house?" Get everything ready for the elders, and you can move in tonight."

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows: "Thank you, City Master, for your kindness. I'm used to living in the North Courtyard, so I don't need to waste a lot of trouble."

The old city lord hesitated for a moment, and wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted before he could speak.

"Uncle, I'm sleepy."

Gu Moze stood behind Wen Qiushi, lowered his head and rested his chin on his shoulder, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and said word by word: "Let's go back to the room."

After all, Gu Moze pulled him back to the room under the astonished gaze of the old city lord.

boom.

Once the door is closed, the outside world is cut off.

"That's it. Elder Wen is crowded into a room with a disciple, and he refuses to come to serve."

The candlelight in the room was bright, shining on Chu Baiyue's handsome face, his eyes drooped slightly, he poured a cup of tea unhurriedly, and handed it to the old city owner.

"If he doesn't want to, let him do it. Thank you, City Lord? Take this trip for me."

The old city owner? After drinking tea, he left.

Chu Baiyue walked to the desk, picked up the envelope from Nanling thousands of miles away, put it on the candle without opening it, and burned it from one corner.

Chu Baiyang came into the room just in time to see this scene, he didn't pay attention at all, walked in and saw the Chu clan crest on the edge of the envelope, his expression changed.

"Brother?!"

He looked at the expressionless Chu Baiyue, then hurriedly turned around and closed the door tightly, and returned to the table in shock.

This is the handwritten letter of the old patriarch.

If someone saw Chu Baiyue burning, there would be a lot of trouble, at least the charge of disrespecting the patriarch would not be removed.

The Chu family is too large.

The forces within the clan are intricate, and Nanling, as the seat of the clan, is the center of the whirlpool.

Chu Baiyang, as a child of the Qingshan branch family, the sky is high and the earth is far away. Although there is a patriarch and an elder brother, he is no different from other branch children. He knows little about Nanling. The family is proud and respected by the family.

For the old patriarch, it is natural to respect and respect even more.

If someone else was seen by Chu Boyang doing such a disrespectful act? He would definitely punish him according to the clan rules, but he never expected that his brother would do such a thing.

The envelope was reduced to ashes, Chu Baiyang looked solemn, "What did the old patriarch write to make my brother so angry."

"I didn't look at it, but it was urgent for thousands of miles. His right-hand man sent it in person. Naturally, it was for today's matter,"

Chu Baiyue wiped her hands with a brocade handkerchief, turning a blind eye to the anxiety and tension on Chu Baiyang's face, picked up a bunch of grapes from the plate, and trimmed them.

"Brother," Chu Baiyang stood on the spot for a while, lowered his voice, and asked as if he was holding his breath, "Brother, don't you agree with the old patriarch?"

click-

Chu Baiyue cut off a grape with a slightly flawed skin, "Is it important?"

Self is important!

It's nothing more than a big deal for the Chu family!

Chu Baiyang broke out in cold sweat, but the man wearing a light crown in front of him still looked calm and calm, "Why are you here? What's the matter? I should have told you, don't come if you have nothing to do." Find me."

How could Chu Baiyang still have the heart? Think about what he thought when he came here, and said casually: "It's nothing, just ask? Ask? That Wen Qiushi."

There was a pause in the sound of pruning in the room, and then it sounded again after a while, "It's just right, there is something I want you to do recently."

Chu Baiyang was stunned, almost thinking that he heard it wrong.

Brother actually has something to ask for his help?This is the first time in my life!

"I, can I do it?"

While Chu Baiyang was overjoyed, he fell into self-doubt. Worried about betraying his brother's trust, he couldn't help but straighten his back, trying to make himself look more reliable.

"Even if you say it, brother, I will definitely handle it for you!"

Chu Baiyue put the repaired grapes on the jade plate, and picked up another bunch, "When you have nothing to do these days, go and see Wen Qiushi for me."

"Okay! I'm going to..."

Chu Baiyang's excited expression paused, and his thoughts returned to the purpose of the trip. He scratched his head, faltered and hawed for a long time before saying a complete sentence.

He wanted to ask? Did my elder brother regard the elder as the talisman owner?...a substitute.

Love to eat grapes, but also can draw symbols.

But Chu Baiyang didn't dare, so he dared to say tentatively: "Brother likes him so much, why can't he go by himself?"

"The right and left hands are here, if I get closer, won't it be a waste of time for them."

Chu Baiyue held up the jade plate, "Those people in the clan like to find trouble for nothing, I don't want them to find someone else, I will be very unhappy, and,"

Chu Baiyue paused, staring at him too much, he treated Wen Qiu too freely, Yu Chenyan and others would notice it.

"...I know he's fine."

Chu Baiyue whispered softly, and then handed the pruned grapes to Chu Baiyang.

Chu Baiyang was stunned for a moment, and waved his hands flattered, "Brother, he has carefully repaired it for a long time, so keep it for yourself? Try it, I don't need it."

"Not for you,"

With one hand behind her back, Chu Baiyue glanced at him lightly, "You send it to Wen Qiushi."

Chu Boyang waved his hands, paused, took the jade plate slowly, and immediately saw his elder brother pointing to the grapes cut on the table, and said as compensation: "But you can eat these."

Chu Baiyang: "..."

Does he starve to death? Don't eat this cheap food!

dong dong dong-

The door opened and closed.

Wen Qiushi was holding the jade plate, his eyes fell on the plump and crystal clear grapes.

He ate it under Yaotai that night. He poked the round thing lightly with his fingertips, and murmured: "It's too hard for people to refuse."

When Gu Moze came back, Wen Qiushi had just stuffed the last one into his mouth.

The young man's right cheek was puffed out, and he lay his head sideways on the desk, half-closed his eyes comfortably, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

He couldn't help but walked over.

When Wen Qiu touched the grapes in his mouth with his tongue, he was immersed in the sweetness of the flesh. Suddenly, his eyes dimmed, and there was a hand wearing an ink ring on his waist. Gu Moze leaned over, and one hand passed through the bend of his leg.

Before Wen Qiushi could react, his body had already left the carved chair.

The feeling of being in the air froze him for a moment, and his two hands grabbed Gu Moze desperately.

"Master uncle is a little lighter,"

Gu Moze hugged the person horizontally with his slender and powerful arms, felt the weight in his arms, and weighed him.

Wen Qiushi's heart almost jumped into his throat because of his actions, his pale long fingers grabbed Gu Moze's outer robe, he swallowed the pulp in a hurry, his eyes were red from choking.

Gu Moze weighed him down on the spur of the moment, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw Wen Qiushi clutching his clothes tightly in panic, leaning his cheek against his neck.

The young man was frightened, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing was light and shallow.

It was like a ray of wind passing by his ears.

Gu Moze stiffened while hugging the person, and the soft exhalation seemed to be blowing towards his heart instead of brushing his ears.

It turned into a small flame that could start a prairie fire, burning up in my heart.

Wen Qiushi buried his head in waiting for a long while, but was still being hugged. While carefully handling it carefully, he raised his head slightly, and found that Gu Moze's ears were inexplicably red.

Wen Qiushi suddenly remembered that the last time he saw Gu Moze's red ears, his life was at stake in the cliff cave, and he made a desperate effort to block Gu Moze's thin lips.

Wen Qiushi's heart skipped a beat, and he shook his head to get rid of the scene in his mind.

Can't think can't think.

His movement woke up Gu Moze, who was stunned. Gu Moze quickly walked to the bed, leaned over and placed him on the couch covered with a soft quilt, "Master, rest first, I'll go out for a while."

After the words fell, the person who had just returned to the room went out in a blink of an eye.

Quite? Fleeing means.

Wen Qiushi got under the covers wonderingly, this time he didn't bully anyone, why did he panic all of a sudden.

I wanted to warn Gu Moze not to hug him in the future, he was not so weak that he couldn't even walk, but he disappeared, so I had to give up.

In the middle of the night, when Wen Qiushi was soundly asleep, the quilt beside him became heavy.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and closed them again when he heard a deep "Uncle Master".

Before dawn the next day, the gate of Fuhui was full of people.

According to the past, the promotion results were announced last night. This year, due to the large number of participating players, it was postponed until this morning.

As the time of revealing approached, everyone present looked up at the sky nervously.

thump—

A dull bell rang.

Nine rows of large characters like a rainbow appeared in the sky above Fuhui, and the audience fell silent, followed by an extremely loud noise.

"Ke Liubaisheng really lived up to everyone's expectations. In time, he will surely become the pillar of our Northern Territory!"

"The elders are all defeated? Tianlin is the only one left. Tianlin is indeed the light of my Chu family as the old patriarch said!"

"The Spirit Sect actually has? Two elders entered the semi-finals! With Nan Duyi, one-third of the semi-finals, it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree. Is there any advice from the Tianfu Master? It's just different."

"Elder Nan stayed in the Northern Territory for a while when he was young, and he also received instructions from Master Fu."

......

As soon as the list for the semi-finals is announced, everyone is happy and everyone is sad.

The Tianzong people who came to wait in the middle of the night looked up at the sky, and fell into a sluggish state collectively.

There was a lot of noise around, but Zhang Jianjian and the others didn't seem to hear anything, and their bodies were stiff. After a long while, when the initial discussion faded away, they suddenly broke out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Wen Qiushi! It's our Elder Wen's name!"

"Semi-finals! Tianzong!"

A group of people seem to have returned to that night when they were struck by lightning, to the point of being insane and talking nonsense.

Dozens of people made a fuss, and no matter whether they were happy or mourning, they all looked at them, looking at the joyous Tianzong disciples.

"Isn't it just that an elder has joined, our Spirit Sect has? Three?!"

"The semi-finals are not just a simple round of drawing talismans. In the semi-finals, we have to fight against each other. Isn't Wen Qiushi abolished? Faced with a group of monks, can it be possible? Can you rely on talismans to turn the world around?"

"Pray that you don't bump into Tianlin, otherwise we in Nanling will definitely want him to look good!"

"Be careful? Extreme joy begets sorrow."

......

These words were left behind by Zhang Jianjian and others. They had fun in front of the Fuhui gate for a while, shouting "gambling shop, gambling shop and gambling shop" and then rushed to the next location?

The other Xianmen disciples were sneering and sarcastic, and they were taken aback when they saw this, thinking of the crazy appearance of the Tianzong disciples in the gambling house that day, their expressions gradually changed.

"Are there any semi-finals? What are Tianzong's odds?"

"The highest in the audience, the highest in the history."

"... Fuck! Why didn't I think of Tianzong?!"

As soon as the list for the semi-finals came out, the news flew to all parts of the mainland like wings.

——Tianzong.

Before dawn, there was a sword practice field? Many disciples started their day's practice. In the pavilion on the mountain not far away, two figures were playing chess, and the lights in the pavilion were lit all night.

"It was possible to win a few years ago, but now it is difficult to win. Elder Su Bai's chess skills have become more and more exquisite."

The white pieces on the chessboard were driven to a dead end, Jing Wuya shook his head helplessly.

Su Bai, who was wearing Tsing Yi on the opposite side, picked up the sunspots and smiled softly, "The suzerain? There are so many things to do every day, and my mind? I just don't care about it."

Jing Wuya rubbed his forehead, he hadn't decided where to put the chess, when there was a sound from the jade slip.

"What's the matter?"

"Student? Report something. Uncle Seven has entered the semi-finals." Mu Qingyuan's voice came from the jade slip, accompanied by the sound of thumping and clattering spirit stones.

Jing Wuya's eyes fell on the chessboard, and he said casually, "Another trouble? What semi-finals?"

Mu Qingyuan: "Fu Dao Competition."

"Understood, Dabi... Fu Dao Dabi?"

Jing Wuya's voice paused, he came to his senses, picked up the jade slip and asked, "Your Seventh Master Uncle entered the semi-finals? Qing Yuan, are you awake?"

Mu Qingyuan said: "The apprentice is very sober."

Jing Wuya was silent for a moment, then he responded in an unclear manner, and put down the jade slip.

He twirled the white pieces in his hand, how many? Xu said: "This game of chess is over and I won't be able to play anymore."

Su Bai: "Sect Master? Why don't you look happy? Elder Wen? Such an achievement is a good thing for Tianzong."

Jing Wuya shook his head to himself.

How could his seventh junior brother have it? That ability, unless...

Jing Wuya frowned, then said: "I lost."

"Forget it, I'd better tell Master to make him happy too," Jing Wuya said, "I went to visit a few days ago, but Master didn't see me and said his eyes were hurting. I don't know if it's better now."

Sunspots fall on the chessboard.

Su Bai said softly: "Xianjun's eyes are an old disease, so it hurts from time to time? It's normal, suzerain? Don't worry too much."

Jing Wuya nodded his head, got up and was about to leave when he looked at the chessboard from the corner of his eye and asked in surprise, "Why did Elder Su play the wrong chess?!"

Su Bai paused, looked down at the chessboard, rubbed his eyes and smiled, "I've been playing chess all night, my eyes are dazzled, it seems that I'm destined to lose this game."

Jing Wuya sat back in great surprise: "Since that's the case, I won't be polite."

——North Territory.

The news of Fu Bi appeared in the study of the master of the Northern Territory for the first time.

The luxurious man sitting in front of the purple table pointed at the table with his bony fingers, flipping it inadvertently, his handsome brows and eyes were full of impatience.

After a while, there was a loud "bang" from the spacious study.

It sounded like a desk collapsing and cracking.

The attendant's face was pale, and he was too frightened to move. At this time of the year, the domain master's temper would be particularly irritable.

Those who have stayed in the Holy Palace for a long time know the reason, but no one? Who dares to say the first half of the sentence, just be careful during this time, pretend to be blind and deaf, and not touch the domain master? Bad head.

Because a few days later, it is the death day of Fu Zhu.

——Sen Luo Hall.

The news was sent back, but it did not reach the ears of the palace master.

The Lord of Senluo Temple? He is still resting. The lessons of blood several times have made everyone in the hall realize that even if the sky falls? Don't bother him.

The bedroom is very dark, there is no light, only a tall figure can be vaguely seen lying on the couch.

He seemed to be choked by something, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his thin lips were fluttering, and his handsome face, which had fallen into a nightmare, was almost ferocious.

...Meteor Valley is full of blood.Bloody clouds floated in the night sky, and the three feet of scorched earth was soaked in blood.

Su Moye stood there in a daze countless times, watching a young man whose clothes were soaked in blood, like a Shura crawling out of hell, swiping down with a holy sword in his hand, beheading his familiar figure with a single blow.

In an instant, warm blood seemed to splash on his cheeks.

Su Moye's childish cheeks turned pale, and he opened his mouth, but no sound could come out of his throat.

"father......"

He was stunned, blood flowed backwards all over his body, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

Until another familiar figure grabbed his arm, nails digging into his flesh, as if wanting him to remember the pain firmly, the woman's beautiful face in the past became horrifying, tears flowed from her eyes, mixed with drops of blood all over her face fall.

Like shedding tears of blood.

"Aye! Aye!"

"You must live! Take revenge for your father! Take revenge for your father!! Take revenge..."

The woman screamed like crazy, a spirit sword passed through, and the fairy sect behind him pulled out the sword, and was about to attack him, when the people from Senluo Temple next to him started fighting with him again.

Su Moye knelt on the spot, and the woman who fell slowly on the ground, her once gentle eyes gradually turned gray, and she whispered to him almost like a curse.

"Ah Ye, we must let them pay their debts with blood...to avenge...revenge on their parents..."

Su Moye looked at everything in front of him and fell into the endless hell.

It was freezing cold all over.

"Revenge..."

Su Moye's lips twitched, trying to wake up, but he was still trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up no matter what.

Su Moye's consciousness was muddled, and after repeating the words "Revenge——", he stumbled out of the Meteor Valley, and then came to another even more frightening place.

Poor prison gate, ghost building.

——"There are too many people who want to kill me. If you have the ability, just take it."

——"I don't regret taking up the holy sword, nor do I regret killing demons, whether it's the demon king or your father."

— "As for you... to me, as? to everyone else,"

——"Love and hate at will, life and death have nothing to say."

In the dark bedroom, the man on the bed let out a low growl of pain and despair, and then opened his eyes that were as bright as cold stars.

boom!

A bone ring was thrown heavily to the ground.

Xiaoguang first appeared.

The room was silent, Wen Qiushang was in a deep sleep, breathing long and lightly.

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face, Gu Moze moved his fingertips lightly with soul power. The young man was lying on his side, unconsciously rubbing his cheek next to the pillow, as if enjoying himself.

Gu Moze's eyes dimmed, and he cautiously wanted to go deeper.

The young man raised his long eyelashes and suddenly opened his eyes.

Gu Moze took a breath, and Wen Qiushi blinked in confusion, looking at the handsome face with a stiff expression, and a hand that was so close.

He noticed something strange, moved his lips a little puzzled, touched his tongue lightly, and softly touched the fingertips that almost reached into his mouth.

The hazy drowsiness was swept away.