Dressed as a sick beauty

Bright candlelight illuminated the figure sitting on the bed.

Wen Qiushi's black hair was disheveled, and it was softly attached to the thin underwear. After the whole person was loosened, he unconsciously turned his upper body sideways to avoid the hot eyes of the person in front of him.

He lowered his head slightly, his lips that were as red as weeping blood trembled, and he couldn't help panting, a pale cheek soaked in candlelight, a blush emerged.

Gu Moze lowered his head slightly.

The thin figure flinched, and hit the head of the bed with his back, and it was unavoidable again.

Gu Moze approached without saying a word, and the reflection with his back to the lights fell on Wen Qiushi's body again, a strong sense of oppression was overwhelming.

"Sweet, you are super sweet!"

All of a sudden, a clear and angry voice sounded in the room. It didn't sound fierce, but the ending was still trembling.

"You are the sweetest—"

Gu Moze paused, and looked at Wen Qiushi, who turned his face sideways, with fire-breathing eyes, for some reason, when he heard the answer he wanted, a certain corner of his heart sighed, as if he was regretting something .

Gu Moze ignored that? Something strange: "Uncle Shi wants me to find someone else? Come?"

His voice was slightly hoarse and sounded low, with a little depression hidden in it.

"No, no... eh?"

Wen Qiushi refused without hesitation, and then paused, "When do I want someone else? Are you here?"

Gu Moze's eyes were dark: "You said twice, let me find Jia Tang."

Wen Qiushi was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes widened for a moment.

"?!"

"I want medicinal sugar, candied fruit, dried fruit, honey..."

Wen Qiushi took a deep breath, with an incredulous expression on his face, "How can I call Jia Tang 'Tang', if I want to call him 'shabby'!"

"Ah-"

Jia Tang sneezed for the tenth time tonight, shrugging the tip of his nose for some unknown reason. Wrapped in a quilt, it was a scorching hot day, and asked people to add two more stoves.

In the room, Gu Moze was silent for a moment, then glanced at the medicine placed beside the bed.

Master uncle wants... sugar.

He thought the medicine was bitter, so when he asked him for candy, Gu Moze suddenly felt itchy.

He also suffered from illnesses, but never took medicine.

When he was young, no one told him that he could still take medicine when he was unwell, and no one offered him a bowl of boiled water.In the worst case, he was hot all over, unconscious, and fell headlong into the muddy ground. Poisonous insects crawled to bite his flesh, but he felt no pain. He thought? He was going to die in the deep forest, until the body rotted and no one was there? know.

But he survived.

A few days later, when he opened his eyes, Tianli squatted beside him.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at him, empty and expressionless.

But the young Gu Moze was very excited. This was the first time in the two years since the soul came to him, he had movements and learned to squat.

Gu Moze's panicked heart suddenly calmed down.

If one day? He really died, at least not quietly, but under the watchful eye of Tianli.

Gu Moze seemed to see the end of his life, and from that moment on, he became fearless.

When brewing the medicine for Wen Qiushi, Gu Moze tasted it. It was the first time he tasted the medicine. He didn't think it was bitter.

Master uncle... so delicate.

Gu Moze seemed to be scratched lightly, and his heart felt itchy. He went out for a while, and brought back the candied fruit he bought on the street.

Wen Qiushi threw a few into his mouth, drank the medicine that was still warm in one gulp, then hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, and after a long time of burying his head, his frown finally relaxed.

After drinking the medicine, it didn't take long for him to feel sleepy.

Before falling asleep, he pointed at Gu Moze. The latter was silent for a moment, turned his cheek to avoid Wen Qiushi's gaze, and insisted: "Master Uncle has accepted his apprentice...I'm not wrong."

Wen Qiushi was so angry that he fell asleep.

The next day? Early in the morning, the door was almost knocked open.

"Master! Master!"

Wen Qiushi was wearing a robe, sleeping with long hair in a mess, with the remaining warmth from the bed all over his body, he opened the door to welcome the baptism of the cool morning breeze.

He opened his sleepy eyes: "Give me a reason not to expel you from the division."

Jia Tang shrunk his neck and narrowed his eyes tangled up, making it almost impossible for Wen Qiushi, who had just woken up, to see, "Open your eyes and talk."

"..."

Jia Tang stared hard, raised the scroll in his hand, "Here I am? There is news about the semi-finals."

The talisman has not yet been announced, but Jia Tang got it from his father.

The Fubi semi-finals are divided into two periods: morning and afternoon. In the morning, nine players will be divided into three groups. By drawing similar Fu Wei, each group will eliminate one person.In the afternoon, it was a scuffle, and the last two people left on the field entered the final.

Jia Tang watched? He rushed over without stopping.

Not good.

It's not good.

Drawing similar talismans can be described as public execution.

In front of thousands of people watching from the sidelines, it is embarrassing to see who is weaker and who is weaker in the real sense.

There are two things that can affect the power of a talisman, one is the depth of the talisman drawer's talisman skills, and the other is the amount of spiritual power injected when drawing the talisman.

How many people entered the semi-finals? Apart from being talisman masters themselves, if they were not the leaders of their peers, or the seniors who had been famous for a long time, the spiritual power in their bodies was as good as that of Wen Qiushi, who had been abolished as a cultivator. Haoyue confronts Yinghuo.

"It's over, Master,"

Wen Qiushi lowered his head to look at the scroll, and Jia Tang circled around him anxiously.

"No matter how advanced your talisman skills are, you won't be able to stand up to other people with spiritual power blessings. Besides, after the morning test, when you fight in the afternoon, you will definitely be the target of everyone's criticism!"

On the field, the talismans used are drawn on the spot.

Therefore, at the beginning of the melee, one must rely on spiritual power to avoid the attacks of others, and draw while avoiding. Wen Qiushi did not have a cultivation level? How can he resist the attack when drawing amulets? Anyone on the field? kick him off the field.

Like a little sheep strayed into a pack of wolves.

Jia Tang sighed, and looked at the thin man at the door.

After the morning breeze blew for a while, the young man's face turned pale. After reading the scroll, he coughed lightly, raised his head, and revealed his eyes like autumn water, very weak.

Jia Tang didn't sleep all night yesterday. Wrapped in the quilt, he sneezed and tossed and turned on the brocade couch.

Even though the apprentice ceremony has not yet been performed, once the word "Master" is uttered, it cannot be changed.He never thought that the notorious elder of Tianzong would become his master.

He intuited that Wen Qiushi was not such a wicked person, maybe there was a misunderstanding about what happened back then, or Wen Qiushi had changed his mind, in short, it was completely different from before.

Jia Tang didn't have any scruples about apprenticeship because of these rumors. The only trouble was that his master looked unarmed, thin and weak, and if he was in danger, he might have to drag him behind him.

But he is also timid and cowardly.

What should I do if I can't help but hide behind Master when I encounter danger?

The master and apprentice are cowarding together, who will stand in front.

Jia Tang was troubled most of the night, thinking of the pair of deep eyes that looked at him yesterday.

"..."

He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, shivering.

"What are you afraid of?" A voice brought Jia Tang back to his thoughts.

He stared intently, and the young man's fine long eyelashes lifted, as if sweeping over someone's heart, "As long as some unlucky little guy doesn't force me to win, I won't lose."

Something that this plane bestowed upon Gu Moze will not be broken easily.

If Gu Moze really bet on him to win, maybe he will have all kinds of 'surprises' before the game, injuries to hands and feet, illnesses and colds, etc. There are many ways to make him lose.

Therefore, Wen Qiushi is really not afraid of anything other than Gu Moze oppressing him.

Jia Tang: "?"

I don't know who the unlucky guy is, but it must not be him.

At noon, the Fuhui announced the semi-final information, and opened a special training field, surrounded by an enchantment, so that the power of the Fu will not spread to the outside world, and there is no scruple in practicing the Fu.

When Wen Qiu arrived, there were already many people in the talisman practice field.

"Are you coming too?"

One arm was lying in front of Wen Qiushi's body, the cuff was embroidered with gold thread, and he was holding a green lotus lantern in his hand.

Wen Qiushi lowered his eyes and saw the word "Wen Qiushi" on the wick, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Recently, there have been many sellers of this green lantern on the street.

Zhang Jianjian also told him excitedly that many people held the lamps at night, looked closely, and could see his name on the wick. In the semi-finals, there must be more than Tianzong disciples and Dongjie Fushi to cheer for him. .

Wen Qiushi was so scared that he didn't even think about it at night? He went out.

"nice?,"

Seeing Wen Qiushi's expressionless face, Bai Sheng shook his hands and swayed the small lantern he was carrying, trying to attract the other party's attention.

"It has your name on it, and Ke Liu bought it for me."

Wen Qiushi: "Oh."

"Looks good?" Bai Sheng said again.

Wen Qiushi: "...Thank you."

Bai Sheng sighed, and Bai Baijunjun's face showed frustration, "It's a pity that I was not eliminated in advance, otherwise? In the next competition, I will be able to light the lamp below."

If it's another person? Wen Qiushi is right when the other party is yin and yang.

But this person in front of him must have perfect acting skills, or else he would really be disappointed because he couldn't light the lamp off stage.

Wen Qiushi looked around. Fortunately, there was no one else. Otherwise, this guy would be dragged away and beaten violently by nearly a thousand eliminated people.

"Why are you alone? Here?"

Ke Liubai gave birth to two people? He was always followed by a group of Northern Territory children, afraid that something might happen to the two of them.

"It's going to rain, Ke Liu is not happy, they are coaxing, I sneaked out."

Bai Sheng pointed to the sky, then sat down on the ground, put the lotus lantern aside, took out several old talismans and stared at it silently.

Wen Qiushi's eyelids twitched, almost thinking that these talismans came from his hand, the way to outline the talisman pattern, the habit of making talismans and the focus of the pen and ink are exactly the same.

"The authentic work of the talisman master?"

Bai Sheng couldn't hear it, he was engrossed in staring at the talismans without blinking his eyes, and the small green light beside him was dimly lit.

Wen Qiushi gave up and went to the other side to put out the talisman.

He spread out the rice paper and was about to pick up his pen, when there were conversations and footsteps at the entrance of the site.

The talisman practice field is very spacious, and it is exclusively for the nine semi-finalists to practice talismans. Even if Chu Tianlin is surrounded by a group of Nanling disciples, it seems empty and quiet.

The noise at the entrance attracted the attention of everyone inside.

"Is this? Is this a venue for practicing talismans?" A soft and soft voice sounded, and the young man walked in slowly surrounded by a group of people. "Practicing talismans here is much more interesting."

"Nanduyi?!"

"Didn't he have his own talisman training room?"

The jade pendant on Nan Duyi's waist swayed in the wind, and she looked around with her hands behind her back. Her face was as white as snow, with beautiful eyes and red lips, which was very eye-catching.

There is a smile on the corner of his lips, with a gentle temperament, and he seems to be a very easy-to-get-together person? Only when he meets people's eyes, does he reveal a little bit of alienation.

Wen Qiushi raised his head to look at the person not far away, happened to meet him, and then retracted his gaze.

The line of sight was blocked by passers-by, Nan Duyi tilted her head, and found that the other party had lowered her head and picked up her pen, "Then that is Elder Tianzong Wen? It's not the same as before."

The two are both the elders of the Xianmen, and they had met several times a long time ago.

The Lingzong elder beside him looked over and said angrily, "That's right, that's why he hurt Aunt Nan."

Nan Duyi couldn't help frowning, looked away, and walked to a corner.

The Lingzong disciples behind him followed closely. Chu Baiyang, who often sent grapes recently, took a look at the figure of the talisman, who was alone, hesitated for a moment, and turned his head to follow amidst the shouts from his fellow disciples. up.

Wen Qiushi practiced for half an hour.

A drizzle of rain streaked across and landed on the talisman paper.

The cool wind hit, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and thousands of drops of rain fell in the blink of an eye.

The enchantment can block the power of the talisman, but it cannot stop the rain from the sky. Wen Qiushi had no choice but to pack up the talisman and put it into the storage ring.

There were only a dozen or so talismans left on the table. Wen Qiushi glanced at the gloomy sky, then at the storage ring, carefully stacked the talismans, and held them in his arms.

Wen Qiushi couldn't bear to let the talisman cubs stay in the cold and dark storage ring.

It wasn't raining heavily, so he could run back to his residence with the talisman in his arms.

The raindrops fell on the talisman practice field. After everyone noticed it, they tidied up their things and left.

"Bai Sheng, so you are here?!"

The Northern Territory disciple who was looking for someone came and saw the figure sitting on the ground fiddle with the wick, and pulled him up while holding an umbrella.

"It's raining, hurry back with us."

Bai Sheng raised the small blue lantern, sullenly, "It's wet."

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked towards the people, saw Wen Qiushi leaving not far away, and wanted to reach out to call for people, but was stopped by the disciples beside him, "Let's go, don't bother with random people, Otherwise? You'll be in trouble."

"It's raining,"

Nan Duyi's slightly frowned brows stretched out, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her gentle voice was full of regret, "I can only go so far today, I wanted to teach you a little more."

The elders on the left and right said repeatedly: "It's a pity."

The Lingzong disciples around him also showed regret. Someone? He took out an umbrella from the storage bag, "It's raining, Elder, use my umbrella."

One word awakens the dreamer?

"Let's use mine, the umbrella is bigger, so that the rain won't hit the elder!"

"I'll hold an umbrella for the elder!"

Chu Baiyang was the closest among the disciples, although he took out the umbrella belatedly, he still occupied the most favorable position.

By the time someone else was talking, he had already moved into action, opened his umbrella, and moved neatly into the sky above Nanduyi.

Chu Baiyang pursed his lips, immersed in the joy of Nan Duyi holding an umbrella together, suddenly smiled? He paused, and looked at the empty place in the distance.

Chu Baiyang searched the huge talisman practice field with his eyes, and a thin figure running towards the door in the rain attracted his attention.

Wen Qiushi didn't have an umbrella and was drenched in the rain.

Realizing this, Chu Baiyang tightened his fingers, and looked away guiltily.

If brother knew, he wouldn't blame him...

Chu Baiyang glanced at the umbrella in his hand, then at Elder Nan who was close at hand, his thoughts were in a mess.

But his umbrella has been held up.

Now, now take it away... what does the elder think? Him.

Just as Chu Baiyang was anxious, the figure under the umbrella left.

Nan Duyi looked at the Lingzong disciples around, each holding an umbrella, looking like he wanted to overlap it on top of his head, "I like to get in the rain, it's okay."

"This? How can it work?!" "The elder will catch the cold!" "The elder is coming to the umbrella."

Nanduyi shook her head and pointed at the figure near the exit, "What's wrong, you see? Someone? Likes to get in the rain like me."

Lingzong disciples heard it and looked around, speechless for a while.

"How can the elder compare himself with that wicked Tianzong?"

"It's raining heavily, like him, no matter how fast he runs, he will be drowned!"

"He doesn't have an umbrella, and there's no one else? It's a last resort to lend him an umbrella."

Chu Baiyang, who usually added these words, suddenly felt that the words of his fellow students were harsh.

Just as Elder Nan took the initiative to leave the umbrella, Chu Baiyang gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly, and was about to step forward to chase after him, but his eyes suddenly focused and stopped on the spot.

The shouting and ridicule of the Lingzong disciples also stopped at once.

Thousands of drizzles fell, and Wen Qiu, who lowered his head, bumped into a white robe while holding a magic talisman.

Chu Baiyue held the umbrella with one hand, and supported the figure who was bumping into him with the other, stopping the staggering pace of the opponent's back in a daze, "Be careful."

Wen Qiushi almost fainted.

Just now when he saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, he looked in front of his eyes and there was no shelter, so he lowered his head again, and suddenly stepped up with confidence and boldness.

Never thought about it? Just two steps away, his head bumped into a chest with a muffled sound, and a figure appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of him.

Wen Qiu took two steps and was pulled back under the umbrella.

He raised his head, and the man in white with a light crown and hair tied in front of him looked at him with shallow eyes, and there was a hint of a smile in his expression.

But with the gaze, that smile? Unknowingly dispersed.

Chu Baiyue looked down at the people in front of her.

Just after some rain, the young man's face was slightly pale, his black hair and snow skin were stained with wetness, his long eyelashes hung with tiny raindrops, which were lifted slightly, revealing his autumn eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist.

There is no trace of the past.

In an instant, Chu Baiyue felt an extremely terrifying sense of strangeness.

The smile on his face dissipated, and he held Wen Qiushi's thin wrist, tightening it unconsciously, until the other party frowned in pain, and then let go as if waking up from a dream.

"you......"

Chu Baiyue's gaze dropped uncomfortably, and she saw the corner of the talisman that Wen Qiushi was tightly guarding in her arms.

He froze.

"Help! Help! Chu Baiyue!"

"What's wrong with you?" The boy in white turned his head and looked at the person who was running towards him in the rain.

"My talisman got wet from the rain..."

"Why? Why don't you hold an umbrella?"

"Don't you know? As long as it rains, I'm caught in a dilemma. You see, I can't embrace the talisman when I hold up the umbrella, but I can't protect the talisman when I put down the umbrella!"

"...You always have all kinds of fallacies, just? You don't want to hold an umbrella."

"Shhh, the talisman cubs don't want to hear this!"

......

Chu Baiyue regained her senses, grabbed the person who was about to leave the umbrella again, "I'll give you a ride, if you run back like this, the talisman will get wet."

Wen Qiushi was surprised, but he didn't expect that Chu Baiyue is also a person who cherishes talismans.

Normally, she only thinks about whether people will get wet, but Chu Baiyue can think about magic talismans.Wen Qiushi looked down at the magic talisman in his arms, not sure that in the heavy rain, the talisman cubs would not get a drop of rain.

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded, "Thank you."

Chu Baiyue let go of his wrist, and the other hand that had been holding the umbrella moved slightly, and the rain dripped along the edge of the umbrella, tilting a little.

The two figures at the door disappeared, and the talisman practice field was still silent.

The Nanling disciples who had the ugliest faces in the audience, after a long silence, Chu Tianlin took the lead in sneering, "Patriarch Bai Yue was just bewitched by the villain for a while, don't worry, I will let Wen Qiu in the semi-finals." His true colors were revealed, and he was beaten to the point where he lost his teeth!"

Wen Qiushi sneezed, and when he returned to his residence, he felt cold all over. He put away the talisman paper and changed his clothes. It was raining heavily outside, so he simply stayed in the room and read books.

A lamp was lit on the desk, and the candlelight fell on the pages, illuminating the five characters of "Meteor Valley Elimination of Demons".

This? This is the book that Wen Qiushi bought yesterday. It records the major events in the entire continent for nearly a hundred years. Half of the chapters are about the great battle against demons in the Meteor Valley, a catastrophe that almost wiped out the entire cultivation world.

Wen Qiushi's eyes fell on it, starting from the first two people, the Northern Territory Saint and the Tianzong Xianjun? The righteous knot Jinlan.

The window is half open, and the flowers and trees stretch their branches and leaves in the rain.

As the evening approached, the sound of the rain faded away, and a small figure who didn't know where it came from stayed on the window edge, its whole body was as black as ink.

It held a twig in its mouth, and a grape was hanging from the branch.

The small figure shook its wet wings, tilted its head, and stared at the young man in front of the desk with blood-red eyes, trying to attract his attention.

"Chirp."

The candlelight in the room was flickering, and Wen Qiushi had already turned to the end of the chapter on eliminating demons in the Meteorite Valley. The saint fell, and the demon king died, and then two lines of words were reflected in his eyes.

Wen Yu's spirit beast, Wushan Millennium Blood Crow.

During the war, he was bewitched by the demon king to betray his master, and then he was killed by all the immortals. His soul was scattered and he died without a place to die.

"Chirp."

Wen Qiushi was startled, and slowly looked towards the window. The moment he saw the little black figure, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Do you know Wu Shan? Chirp."

"Then? If I go outside with you, can I find Wushan? That's my home, and I miss it."

"I think? Parents are dead, can you take me to find them? I only trust you, Chirp."

"Don't you? Ignore me, I'm afraid... You talk to me... Chirp."

"I'm sorry... I was wrong, Chirp."

"Will you still help me find Wu Shan... Am I going to die... Chirp, Qiu, I finally got it right... If you find Wu Shan in the future, will you Will you think of me?"

.......

Amid the blood mist, the young man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

"puff,"

Gu Moze spat out blood while clutching his chest, and his face immediately changed.

It's Soul Bell.

Master uncle has an accident!

"What should I do? Mu Qingyuan and the others are not here."

"Is the elder, is he insane?"

"It's not an option to go on like this, let's knock the elders out!"

At the door with the wooden sign 'Gu Moze' hanging, there stood a group of Tianzong disciples with panicked faces.

The room was in a mess, the chairs fell to the ground, and the tea cup and fruit plate were shattered.

The young man in the middle seemed to be looking for something in the room. He couldn't stop searching, and realized that everyone at the door wanted to approach. A magic talisman was placed in front of them, followed by hysterical shouting.

"do not come--"

His fingers were cut by fragments, leaving bloody red marks all over the table in front of the window, which was extremely horrifying.

When Gu Moze appeared, he happened to bump into Wen Qiushi throwing a charm and shouting angrily.

His eyes fell on the blood-stained hand, his face darkened, he channeled the vast spiritual power in his body, waved the magic talisman at the door with his palm, and appeared in front of Wen Qiushi.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Master!"

Gu Moze clasped Wen Qiushi's hand that kept rummaging, his eyes fell on his empty and lifeless eyes, his brows were furrowed, and he immediately wrapped his arms around the young man's waist, pressed down and struggled, and picked him up horizontally, not allowing Doubt was placed on the bed.

boom!

The door was closed at once, and it was isolated from the outside world.

The soul power flowing like starlight enveloped Wen Qiushi.

Gu Moze sat on the edge of the bed, hugged him tightly, put his palms on the back of his head, rubbed his soft black hair, and said in an unprecedented soft voice, "Master, wake up, are you in a nightmare?"

"No... I saw it, it was standing by the window, and then it flew into the room,"

The young man in his arms seemed to have lost his soul, his voice was hoarse, and he clenched the twig in his hand in a low voice, with such strength that his whole body trembled, "No, there was no tragic death... Look? This? It's the grape branch it gave me , and a small grape."

Gu Moze pursed his thin lips tightly: "Uncle, look at it more clearly, these are dead branches, and there are no grapes!"

Wen Qiu was taken aback, then struggled to leave, his voice trembling, "Shut up...you shut up..."

Gu Moze clasped both of his wrists behind his back, tightly hugging her, and pressed all Wen Qiushi's struggles into his arms, and then a sudden pain in his shoulder.

Unable to escape and having nowhere to vent his anger, Wen Qiushi could only bite hard on the shoulder of the person in front of him.

It's like tearing off a piece of meat alive.

Blood stained the placket.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qiushi's empty eyes gradually regained clarity.

The room was silent.

Wen Qiu raised his long eyelashes slightly, and found that the whole person was hugged by Gu Moze, with his cheek buried in his warm shoulder.

The tip of his nose moved slightly, smelling a bloody smell, and turned his head, trying to find the root cause.

At this time, a familiar voice came from above his head.

"Is Uncle better?"

Gu Moze let go of the grip, and saw the young man's face pale, "Uncle, what's wrong?"

Wen Qiushi got out of his arms, blinked blankly, was still a little confused about the situation in front of him, thought for a while, nodded and said: "It's really uncomfortable."

Gu Moze's expression tightened suddenly.

When Wen Qiu saw that he was so worried, his face blushed slightly, and he opened his mouth embarrassedly, revealing his white teeth. When he looked closely, there was still a little blood on the tip of his teeth.

"I don't know why,"

After Wen Qiushi finished brightening his teeth, his snow-white face bulged slightly, and under Gu Moze's worried and nervous gaze, he whispered something in confusion.

"Just teeth, sore teeth."