Dressed as a sick beauty

After Wen Qiushi took out the grapes, he glanced at the three people who were anxiously fighting, estimated the time, and under the astonished and speechless gaze of everyone, he solemnly brought out a plate of melon seeds?

"The opponent is fighting, and I am cracking melon seeds??"

"Passively respond to the battle! It violates the Dao!"

"Speaking of negativity, Elder Wen is watching his opponent at close range, you can see how serious he is watching!"

"That's right, when the three of them collided with each other, they ate grapes, and the three of them retreated and then knocked melon seeds? The switching between smashing melons and eating grapes without any mistakes is very comparable, how wonderful."

In the arena, Chu Tianlin threw out a magic weapon, narrowly avoiding Ke Liu's magic talisman, and jumped aside.

He was racking his brains to figure out how to solve the predicament, when there was a familiar "click" sound in his ears, Chu Tianlin looked for his reputation, Wen Qiushi held a handful of melon seeds in one hand, and looked at him while licking.

There was a "boom" in Chu Tianlin's head, and his eyes were red with anger.

He didn't care about holding the sword and slashing at the figure in the barrier. After Wen Qiushi realized his intention, his eyes widened, and he was so anxious that he didn't even take the grapes, and pointed his back with his index finger.

Chu Tianlin sneered: "Surrender!"

boom--

Before the sword fell, Chu Tianlin was blasted out of the field by a magic talisman from Nan Duyi behind him.

Wen Qiushi shook his head helplessly.

Accompanied by Chu Tianlin's defeat, the Nanling disciples showed despair, and hated Wen Qiushi so much.

"Victory is not martial arts!" One person roared.

Wen Qiushi ignored it, and after cleaning up the melons and fruits on the ground, he walked slowly to the desk and drew the talisman again.

The noise in the stands dissipated immediately.

In less than a day, everyone subconsciously became quiet when he picked up the pen.

Nan Duyi and Ke Liu had dignified expressions, and they had maintained full vigilance. However, no one expected that the world was silent for a moment, and suddenly there was a loud "bang" without any warning, and the entire circular field became torn apart.

Chu Tianlin, who had just climbed out of the big pit outside the field, was still immersed in the frustration and grief of being eliminated.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two sounds in succession, accompanied by gravel and dust all over the sky, two familiar figures fell into the big pit he had just left.

Chu Tianlin: "?!"

He stared at Dakeng dumbfounded.

Ke Liu fell into a fallen leaf, not yet in a panic, while Nan Duyi fell directly to the bottom of the pit.

Although he didn't know what happened, but seeing the appearance of the two people in the pit, he felt sincerely happy, so much so that when he saw the young man walking out of the field with a disheveled face, he felt that the other party was quite pleasing to the eye.

The arena that had turned into ruins was empty, and everyone in the stands was still staring at it, and it took a long time before they looked away.

"...What happened just now?"

"I didn't see clearly! It's too fast! Who will play first, Nan Duyi or Ke Liu? Who will tell me?"

"He, he would have taken out this talisman long ago! Why are you still pretending to be a weakling in the barrier?"

"What kind of talisman is this? Is it because I am an ignorant talisman master?"

Soon.

"The verdict is out! I don't know which of the two will play first, but Nan Duyi will land last!"

"So just now? What's going on? Didn't the elders of Fuhui see clearly? Patriarch Chu! Patriarch Chu can always see clearly!"

"Patriarch Chu saw clearly, but didn't look at them."

"..."

The semi-finals of the Taoist Talisman Competition ended, and the list of finalists flew around as if they had wings.

A name that is unfamiliar but familiar to many people appeared in the news sent back, which inevitably caused an uproar.

"Who is Wen Qiushi? I thought it was Ke Liu who faced Nan Duyi in the final, but Ke Liu lost!"

"Which disciple from Tianzong?"

"Be sober, Wen Qiushi is the elder of Tianzong! The elder Wen who hurt Aunt Nan and was abolished!"

"??"

"Isn't that villain a little disciple of Xianjun, a lunatic?"

"It's him, it's him!"

"..."

Tianzong.

How many disciples holding spiritual swords? As soon as they left the training ground, a person ran to meet him, holding a letter in his hand.

"The result of the Fubi semi-final is out!"

Tianzong's talisman technique was lonely, so few of the disciples in the sect paid attention to Fubi. When they heard that the final list was out, a group of people lost interest.

"Anyway, Tianzong has nothing to do with the finals."

The yawning disciple? He rolled his eyes and said casually, "Who is Elder Nan with?"

"You never imagined it!" The man unfolded the letter, excited, "Look! Come and see!"

Disciple who rubbed his eyes? He glanced, quite surprised, "Hey, it's not Ke Liu."

When other people heard the sound, they also came together.

"Let me see, Lingzong Nanduyi, Tianzong Wenqiu, it's really not Ke Liu!"

"This day Zongwen...wait a minute, Tianzong?!"

"Is it wrong to write the origin? When did my Tianzong have such a person with such advanced talisman skills?"

"Why is the surname Wen? It sounds like a disgrace to our Tianzong..."

The heads that looked down at the letter suddenly froze together.

After a long while, someone asked in a very low voice: "The one who is confined to the back mountain, is his surname famous for Qiushi?"

"Yes, I escaped from the sect not long ago, and it is said that I went to Lanyue City to participate in the Fubi..."

"?!!"

Jing Wuya put down the jade slip and remained silent for a long time.

The person who took away his junior brother was really powerful, he even reached the finals of the competition, but it was convenient for him to visit his master.

In a quiet wooden house.

A handsome man with white satin covering his eyes was writing on the bamboo slips. Although he couldn't see, the position of his pen was not skewed at all.

After a while, most of the bamboo slips were written, and the handwriting was neat and beautiful.

Just looking at the pen and ink, no one would have imagined that it was written by a blind person.

Jing Wuya withdrew his gaze, adjusted his emotions, and tried his best to speak cheerfully, "Master, my junior brother is going to participate in the finals of the Talisman Dao Competition!"

After he finished speaking, there was silence in the room, and there was no response for a long time.

Jing Wuya's eyes fell on the face of the man in white, seeing that his expression hadn't changed at all, he frowned slightly.

The suzerain of the day before yesterday, Xianjun Sheng Zeling.

It is also his master, who has been in seclusion since his eyes were injured more than ten years ago, and has been completely hidden from the world since the battle against demons in Meteor Valley.

As a big disciple, Jing Wuya never disobeyed Sheng Zeling's wishes after taking over the responsibility of the Heavenly Sect Master, never let anyone disturb him, and rarely talked to him about outside affairs.

In previous years, Jing Wuya didn't want to disturb his tranquility, and only saw Sheng Zeling twice a year.

But? Recently, Jing Wuya didn't know why he felt uneasy, and always wanted to find some reason to visit him. Even though he had been the calm and majestic Heavenly Sect Master for many years, in front of Sheng Zeling, he was still a disciple who dared not even speak loudly? .

"Master," Jing Wuya called out cautiously, "Junior brother has entered the finals of the talisman competition."

The man in white smeared some ink on his own, as if he didn't hear anything, and continued to write.

The uneasiness in Jing Wuya's heart gradually increased. Usually, when he was talking, Sheng Zeling would sometimes fall silent, and then changed the topic. Jing Wuya only thought that the master was not interested, and then talked about other things.

But at this time, he had to become suspicious.

Sheng Zeling always thought that he was very guilty of his young apprentice Wen Qiushi's failure to fulfill his master's responsibility, so Jing Wuya never reported good things but not bad things.He never told Sheng Zeling about Wen Qiushi being abolished as such a bad thing. He only informed Sheng Zeling when he reached the semi-finals not long ago.

Jing Wuya remembered that Sheng Zeling rarely smiled at that time, how could he be so indifferent at this moment.

Jing Wuya's heart sank slightly, and a terrible thought popped up in his mind: Is it because Master occasionally fails to hear, why? He always keeps silent from time to time.

"Master, you..."

"The weather is fine today,"

Sheng Zeling spoke softly, put down his pen, and put the bamboo slips aside, "I haven't seen the sun for a long time, I'll go out and have a look."

Jing Wuya suppressed his doubts, and stretched out his hand for him to help. The man in white smiled lightly, and shook his head lightly, "I've been here for more than ten years, and I'm familiar with every flower and grass, so I don't need help."

Jing Wuya had no choice but to withdraw his hand, and then went out.

"It's really warm,"

A jade-white hand is soaked in the afterglow.

Sheng Zeling raised his head slightly, and the long white satin tail covering his eyes fluttered in the wind. He stood under the eaves, with only his hands sticking out to feel the temperature of the setting sun.

Jing Wuya stood aside politely, humming lightly.

Neither the master nor the apprentice was a talkative person, and each had their own thoughts, and they were silent together under the eaves.

After a long time, the last ray of afterglow disappeared, Sheng Zeling withdrew his hand, and asked softly, "How is that child?"

Jing Wuya was stunned for a moment, and when he realized who it was, his expression became embarrassing. For a moment, he looked like a child who had done something wrong, and sighed, "I don't have the mind of Master, so I can't help but vent my anger on him."

"What to do with your head down,"

Sheng Zeling reached out and touched it, "You have done a good job, don't blame yourself."

It was difficult for Jing Wuya to speak, and he didn't know where to start.

Gu Moze is the son of the demon king Suye? That's right, but? Is there any other reason why he treats Gu Moze so harshly?After Suye died with the holy sword, everyone turned the Senluo Hall upside down, but they didn't find any trace of the Soul Volunteer Orb.

And not long after that, the young Gu Moze appeared in front of him, but at a few years old, Jing Wuya felt a frightening power from him.

This son must not stay, otherwise the world will become a catastrophe in the future!

Jing Wuya only had this thought at the time, but he was indecisive, which led to the current situation.

"Does he look like Su Ye?"

Sheng Zeling lightly tapped his forehead with his fingertips, and said in a very soft voice, "And Xiaoyan, as the Lord of the Northern Territory, does he have the style of my elder brother? Now... I can't remember the appearance of my elder brother and Su Ye. But , even if these descendants look alike, I can't see it."

Jing Wuya's heart skipped a beat when he heard 'Su Ye' spit out from his mouth.

This was the first time Sheng Zeling talked about the Demon King after the battle against the demons in Meteor Valley. Jing Wuya didn't expect his master to be so indifferent, so he just changed the real name of "Third Brother" to "Su Ye".

Jing Wuya looked into Sheng Zeling's eyes subconsciously, and replied: "The appearance is six-point similar. The current master of the Senluo Palace, Su Moye, is actually more similar. This is good. Even if people in the world doubt the existence of the son of the devil, they will think it is. Su Moye."

"As for Yu Chenyan, the Lord of the Northern Territory,"

Jing Wuya sighed softly, feeling rather regretful, "The appearance is eight or nine points like the Holy One, but it's a pity that the rest of it failed to inherit the legacy of the Holy One, and even ran counter to it."

"Where's Little Grape?"

Sheng Zeling turned his head to ask. He seemed to be very interested. He usually never asked the outside world for more than ten years, but today he talked about the old people one by one.

Jing Wuya felt more and more uneasy, and his mind was in a mess.

His master called Wen Yu a little grape. When Wen Yu passed away, he didn't tell Sheng Zeling that it would only make him sad. When he heard the question, he said vaguely: "Wen Yu left the North Domain, guarding the ghost building."

Sheng Zeling nodded slightly, turned back to the room, rolled up the bamboo slips on the table, and said, "Wu Ya, transmit the sound for me and let Little Putao come to see me."

Jing Wuya suddenly raised his head, with an incredulous expression on his face.

Sheng Zeling has never seen anyone except him these years, and he doesn't want to see anyone. Why did he suddenly want to see Yu?

Jing Wuya collected himself, and said tentatively, "Master, why does he want to see him? The haunted building is thousands of miles away. I'm afraid Wen Yu won't be able to come back for a while."

"It's all right, he's back,"

Sheng Zeling handed over the bamboo slips, and said slowly: "Today I feel his talisman power, which is in the direction of the Northern Territory."

Jing Wuya was startled, his face changed drastically.