Dressed as a sick beauty

Standing straight all the time? Everyone in Tianzong was stunned, looking at the livid face? In front of Sect Master Jing, who was vomiting? The thin young man bent his waist, covered his chest with one hand, and stuck out his tongue towards the ground.

Two curtains of black hair fell from his shoulders following his movements, covering his fair cheeks, and there was a little red tongue protruding from between his lips.

Although they also felt that what Sect Master Jing said was greasy and crooked, but they all thought about it in the bottom of their hearts. It was hard for them to be as blatant as Wen Qiushi.

The streets were silent.

After Wen Qiushi's "Lue" sound fell, Jing Wuya covered his mouth with a sullen face, and patted his back with his other hand. Wen Qiushi was forced to straighten his back, and Jing Wuya heard a The last one? Whisper softly, "Junior brother is not feeling well, I'll take him to see a doctor, Sovereign Meng, take your leave."

After saying that, Jing Wuya held down Wen Qiushi's shoulder, tightened his hand slightly, and led him to disappear in place.

Gu Moze raised his hand and threw himself into the air, furrowed his brows, and quickly chased after him.

The courtyard was quiet, and two figures appeared in a pavilion surrounded by water. The moment Jing Wuya cast the barrier, a figure arrived in time and stayed inside.

Jing Wuya saw who it was, and his face darkened, "What are you doing here? Get out."

Gu Moze grabbed Wen Qiushi's wrist and pulled him behind him, "You take my uncle away and ask me what to do."

"Presumptuous! Who allows you to talk to me like this!"

Jing Wuya was not concentrating when doing things since he was a child. He was often attracted by other things before he finished one task. If he hadn't met Master Xianjun, he wouldn't even be able to step into the threshold of cultivation.

Right now, he was keeping Sheng Zeling's instructions in mind, intending to tell everything to Wen Qiushi, and then bring back the little grape that Sheng Zeling had in his mouth. Unexpectedly, Gu Moze followed, with a disrespectful and disobedient appearance. provoked his? anger.

Jing Wuya put the business to the back of his mind, and raised his hand to offer a gleaming silver tower vessel, "I see that you have been practicing outside for several years, and you have forgotten who you are."

Silver light shines on Gu Moze's pale face, his jaw line is tense, and he can't help but recall the scene of being in the light in the past.

In that tower, it was pitch black, and the surroundings were dead silent. You couldn’t feel the passage of time. Gu Moze was locked up inside because he made a mistake when he was a child. Ten years and 20 years.

After that, he was imprisoned several times, and found that even with "strong" spiritual power, he still couldn't escape the Silver Tower.

So much so that when he saw the silver pagoda now, he unconsciously felt fear.

Wen Qiushi's wrist was so painfully pinched, he lowered his head to look at Gu Moze's whitish, long, slender knuckles.

In the original book, after Jing Wuya knew the identity of Gu Moze's son of the devil, he spared his life, but in order to prevent no one from being able to subdue the grown-up Gu Moze in the future, he specially made him To? He buried a shadow.

So much so that Gu Moze would be subconsciously afraid when he saw the magic weapon silver pagoda.

"Your uncle? Are you pretending to protect yourself? Others don't know your true face, but I know it,"

Jing Wuya's gaze was like a torch, and his eyes passed over Gu Moze's shoulder, and fell on Wen Qiushi, who was pulled behind him by him, with a look of complete trust in Gu Moze.

Jing Wuya's heart sank slightly, and he looked at Gu Moze with a piercing gaze, "When did you find out his identity? How dare you act recklessly while I didn't know? I'll put away your thoughts, Otherwise, I will use this silver pagoda general? You will be imprisoned for thousands of years!"

Hearing his? Threat, Gu Moze's face turned pale, gloomy eyes appeared, and he stared at the? man in front of him.

His emotions became extremely depressed, as if in an instant, he returned to the panic when he was imprisoned in a dark tower surrounded by walls when he was hit?

At this time, someone behind him tugged on his sleeve.

"Did he lie to you?"

Wen Qiushi's Qingyue voice rang out, revealing a bit of uncontrollable laughter.

Even though Gu Moze didn't know what the words meant, but his nerves were so tense that they ached, he gradually relaxed when he heard Wen Qiushi's voice, and then heard him say: "This silver pagoda is actually... ...."

"Wen Yu!" A panicked shout sounded suddenly.

Jing Wuya's complexion changed drastically, and after hastily interrupting, he slapped his palm on the stone table, "Shut up, you promised me, you won't reveal the secret of the Silver Pagoda!"

Wen Qiushi was stunned.

Another man who called him Wen Yu came, how could he look like Wen Yu, let alone......

Wen Qiushi rolled his eyes, remembering Jing Wuya's strange behavior since the first meeting, and suddenly realized.

Jing Wuya found that the body had changed into a soul, but for some reason he thought that he was Wen Yu, so he didn't regard him as the evil spirit who seized the house.

Wen Qiushi blinked. He was about to refute? The words came to his lips, and he swallowed the explanation of "I'm not Wen Yu".

"If you don't say it, don't say it, but," Wen Qiushi leaned his head out from behind Gu Moze, raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in front, "Don't scare my little nephew."

"What little nephew? Bah! You're out of your mind!" Jing Wuya laughed angrily, "Do you know that he is..."

'Son of the Demon Lord' came to his lips, Jing Wuya looked at Gu Moze's drooping eyebrows, swallowed back with a complicated expression, and said instead: "You are so close, don't tell me you really He's a nephew."

Everyone knows that the demon king Suye died at the hands of Wen Yu, knowing that he was Gu Moze's? Killing his father and enemies, he still dared to protect Gu Moze, not afraid of getting burned.

Jing Wuya took a deep look at Wen Qiushi, remembering the time when he first met him.

That year, the old patriarch of Chu? On his birthday, he invited all monks from all over the world to the feast.

The Chu family values ​​face very much. Those old guys who are old-fashioned are especially narrow-minded. If they don’t come when they receive the invitation, or come? They are not in power? Then they will be regarded as looking down on the Chu family, and they will inevitably be used in the future. stumbling block.

But Northern Territory and Tianzong are exceptions. Saints and Immortals can't be invited? The arrival of Jing Wuya, the great disciple of Tianzong, is enough to give him face, the old patriarch of Chu, and he was rejected by the Northern Territory. , the unexpected arrival of the young master Yu Chenyan surprised the Chu family even more.

The banquet was actually very boring. The master of ceremonies kept announcing which fairy gate sent the congratulatory gift, and what kind of rare treasure it was.

Jing Wuya almost dozed off, until he heard a boy's noise from the opposite side.

As the guest? Yu Chenyan, with golden satin tied hair, eye-catching? Luxurious clothes, still young? His facial features have emerged a little outline of the saint, and it is not difficult to see his handsome appearance in the future.

He has the most eyes in the audience, and his every move is stared at by others. It might feel like sitting on pins and needles for another twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, but Yu Chenyan is probably used to being stared at since he was a child, and he doesn't feel any discomfort.

He sat upright, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, making people unable to see any emotion on his face except for the faint smile.

The son of the Holy One, plus, as expected, he will become the next Lord of the Northern Territory. These identities are enough for people to flock to.

Ever since Yu Chenyan showed up? Many people have approached with great intentions, wanting to get acquainted. However, every time at this time, Yu Chenyan's eyes will suddenly become sharp, and the smile on the corners of his lips will become like a sarcasm. , Even if you sit and look up, it's like looking down from a high place.

In addition, the stern-faced attendant behind him made people shudder, and he couldn't lift the wine cup when he walked in front of him, so he could only retreat in embarrassment.

Yu Chenyan sat alone at one end, like a nobleman in heaven, until a jade white hand stretched out to the grapes on his plate.

The one who came was a young man with a blue silk shawl, his eyebrows and eyes illuminated by bright lights, delicate and beautiful. He picked up a bunch of grapes, picked one and threw it into his mouth, and sat down while eating.

"Where did you go, let me accompany you to the banquet, did you run away by yourself? You're gone," Yu Chenyan snorted, and looked at the young man apologetically.

Seeing the other party's appearance clearly, he froze for a while.

The smile in Yu Chenyan's eyes disappeared, and he asked angrily: "Wen Yu! Where's the clothes? What about the clothes I prepared for you? Just went out for a while? How did you make it look like this?!"

When Jing Wuya heard the word 'Wen Yu', he thought of the loud sound in the North domain area recently, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

He was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. He lowered his eyes and sat upright eating grapes. His brows were handsome and his lips were pale.

But when he raised his head, his peach blossom-like scorching eyes were exposed, and the originally pretended cold demeanor disappeared, and instead of the sense of alienation, he became? Always present? Attracting people to approach.

A young man named Wen Yu, his clothes are so worn out that he seems to have just come out of the mud and rolled in the thorns again. His clothes are torn and torn. The snow-white arm underneath.

But despite his sloppy clothes, he was nowhere to be seen? Not at all embarrassed.

After Yu Chenyan noticed the blood stains on his clothes, he furrowed his brows, which were not fully grown, and slapped the coffee table angrily.

The audience fell silent, all eyes were focused on it, and the master of ceremonies' announcement was also kept silent.

"Who is so big? A dog dares to bully you? Why is there still blood?" Yu Chenyan's eyes reflected blood, and he looked at the blood-stained young man beside him, unpleasant? ? His eyebrows.

After asking, he glanced around coldly, viciously, as if he wanted to find out the person who hurt the boy and flay him alive.

Yu Chenyan raised his hand and motioned to the attendant behind him. Just as he was about to open his lips to give an order, a peeled grape was stuffed into his mouth.

Wen Yu next to him smiled kindly, "It's always been me who bullies others? How can anyone bully me? I just met a friend."

Yu Chenyan was about to ask some friends, but found that Wen Yu's collar was loose, and when he tilted his head slightly to talk to him, a few strands of blue hair stuck to his fair neck, revealing the beautiful neckline that extended to his shoulders.

The young man's clothes were torn, with large or small holes exposing the skin of the arms underneath, which was dazzlingly white.

Yu Chenyan just wanted to ask, 'Why are you so disheveled', but when he noticed the eyes from all directions, he darkened his face first, stared back indiscriminately, and took out a slightly smaller one from the storage ring. Put on the outer robe for Wen Yu.

After putting on his clothes, Yu Shenyan still had a serious expression on his face. He stretched out his hand into the boy's loose and tattered sleeves, and his fingertips touched the rolled-up sleeves of the inner coat, and his expression eased a little.

Yu Chenyan heaved a sigh of relief.

The torn robe directly exposed flesh, he almost thought that Wen Yu's clothes were gone.

Pulling down the sleeves of the inner jacket along the opponent's arm to cover the snow skin under the clothes hole, Yu Shenyan said: "You don't dress well, I will tell Aniang when I go back."

What a living ancestor.

These six words appeared on Wen Yu's face. It was too hot, and he rolled up his sleeves like a thief.

Jing Wuya looked at the opposite side for a while, and was about to look away, when Yu Chenyan suddenly looked in one direction, then widened his eyes, and said angrily: "Isn't this dress... huh? !"

Wen Yu quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and said, "Shh, don't say anything."

Jing Wuya turned his head to look along the line of sight, and the master of ceremonies raised his voice in his ear, "The Qingshan branch is here to congratulate—"

After the words fell, a young man came slowly.

After congratulating the ceremony all night, everyone was numb to hearing and seeing. They glanced casually, never wanting to be surprised.

The young man was dressed in grand attire, with extremely exquisite gold-rolled embroidery patterns on the neckline and cuffs, and a long belt embellished with purple jade around his waist.

Wearing this robe, anyone who wears it will look extraordinary and refined, not to mention that the young man already has an extremely handsome face. For a moment, everyone in the audience looked at him and began to discuss in low voices.

"Who is this? Look, it's not in the pool,"

"I have heard a little bit. This son is called Chu Baiyue. He is from the Qingshan family. He is a very good disciple."

"It's a pity that the Chu family can raise such an extraordinary person? The younger generation is much more pleasing to the eye than those young masters of the same family."

Those who were named? The Nanling disciples instantly darkened their faces. Their eyes? They stared sternly at the old patriarch holding the gift in both hands. The young man, if he hadn't looked closely at the other party's pale face, as if he had lost all blood, would they? Do you want to suspect someone who was beaten and thrown into a dead well? Could it be Chu Baiyue?

"What's going on? The manhole cover is sealed, how did he climb out??"

"Where did this dress come from? Fuck! It's better than mine, and deliberately steals our limelight. Is there? Is there any sense that a child of a branch family should have? Who is the young master of the Chu family?!"

"Hasn't the congratulatory gift been trampled to pieces? What is in his hand? We? Could it be that we were tricked?!"

The old patriarch on the high seat looked at Chu Baiyue, who was dressed in fine clothes and was as moist as a piece of jade. Under his gaze, there was no stage fright at all. The old patriarch's expression moved slightly, and he looked again The young masters on the other side frowned, and he beckoned.

"My dear boy, come forward and let me see."

The complexions of the Nanling disciples changed drastically. The most worrying thing happened!

However, as far as they are concerned, this is only the beginning. No one would have thought that in the strict system of the Chu family, Chu Baiyue, as a child of the separated family, would be able to ascend all the "Chu family's dream" The position of the head of the family.

However, these are later stories.

Jing Wuya saw that Chu Baiyue stepped forward to pay respects, and when he was on the same level as him, his footsteps paused imperceptibly.

On the opposite side, the disheveled man Wen Yu, relying on his longer arms, half-circled the angry red-eyed Yu Chenyan, covering his mouth, while sweeping towards him from the corner of the eye. Chu Baiyue smiled crookedly. Down.

Jing Wuya sat across from him, all dazzled by the young man's smile.

Since then, because of his master Sheng Zeling, Jing Wuya has seen Wen Yu from time to time, and after getting to know him a little bit, whenever he thinks about the first time he met, he can't help but think: Wen Yu has a cool and cool demeanor, which is always there He made such a fuss that people wanted to cover his mouth with a piece of cloth and tie it up with a sack.

But Jing Wuya didn't expect that the Demon Lord Suye didn't have any warning to suddenly provoke a dispute.

After the battle against demons in the Meteor Valley, the young man who once scorched people's eyes at the banquet finally turned into the cold look he thought he should have, even as cold as a piece of ice, and would kill anyone who tried to get close Refuse thousands of miles away until the moment when you die.

The annoying look that he "slightly" saw when he was in Wenqiu Street just now made Jing Wuya feel familiar. The teeth-gnashing Wenyu had returned.

Jing Wuya stood on the pavilion with his hands behind his back, reminiscing? Looking over the pool, he saw the weeping willows fluttering in the wind on the bank, and the courtyard was quiet and quiet.

Thinking of Master's instruction, Jing Wuya was quite distressed.

Since Wen Yu came back, he never told his old friends. He made it clear that he didn't want to reveal his identity, and wanted to stay away from the past, so he let him go to see? Immortal Monarch, most likely he refused?

Jing Wuya thought about how to bring him back to Tianzong, turned his head, and said seriously: "Wen Yu, Tianzong has many grapes, how about you and? I go back and taste."

Wen Qiushi: "?"

Is there something more obvious than this? 'Nothing to be courteous is either rape or robbery'?

He took a step back vigilantly. If it wasn't blocked by the barrier, he planned to throw the talisman and run away, "Thank you, Sect Master Jing, for your kindness. I've eaten too many grapes recently. Look, I'm almost sick on the street."

Jing Wuya said unhurriedly: "Grapes from a mountain, green ones, red ones, purple ones, have you eaten? Haven't eaten? Everything you should have? Are you sure you don't want to go?"

Wen Qiushi's eyes widened. How long does it take to eat a mountain of grapes?

He pursed his lips and swallowed his saliva subconsciously, "Si, since this is the case, respect is worse than obedience, I will..."

"Master, he's lying to you," Gu Moze said, smashing the "Grape Mountain" that Wen Qiushi had imagined in his mind, "There is no such place in Tianzong."

The lie was exposed, and Jing Wuya's face darkened suddenly, but he was also right to cheat such a thing in front of his juniors, so he suppressed his fits of emotion, and said bluntly: "Wen Yu, it is my master who wants to see you."

Wen Qiushi was taken aback, his expression changed.

On the treetops on the moon, I was alone in the room when I heard the autumn, sitting on the couch with my chin resting on my hands.

After Bai Rijing Wuya finished speaking, Wen Qiushi frankly said that he would think about it for a while, and replied later, so he was thrown into a Kun character room. The original owner of the house, Mu Qingyuan and Zhang Jianjian acted as doormen Watching outside.

When Wen Qiu thought about it, he didn't understand why the fairy suddenly wanted to meet him. In the original book, although the fairy Sheng Zeling had few words, he still had a strong sense of existence.

Before the battle against demons in the Meteor Valley, he was attacked by Suye and injured his eyes, but his body is still second only to the Holy One. Even if he can't see, with his advanced magic, if he appears in the Meteor Valley, he will definitely become a... With the help of righteous way, Shengzun would not be able to fight against Suye and Fuhunzhu alone, and finally die in martyrdom.

But Sheng Zeling never showed up until the end of the war.

The original book was nearing the end, Nan Duyi and others asked Sheng Zeling to come out to help, but they were turned away, and the name of Xianjun was instantly scolded by the world, saying that he was a heartless and ungrateful person.

Afterwards, Nan Duyi and the others were defeated, the door of the poor prison was opened by Gu Moze, and thousands of evil creatures flooded the entire continent like a vast ocean.

At this time, a powerful and pure spiritual power spread from Tianzong, Sheng Zeling seemed to change his mind, and tried to save the terrible situation, but it was too late, and the mainland finally fell into dead silence.

There are many unsolved mysteries about Sheng Zeling. Wen Qiushi was really curious, but when he suddenly heard that the other party wanted to see him, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Before Sheng Zeling escaped from the world, the ability of the five senses was beyond the reach of others. Now he is far away in the Tianzong, relying on a touch of talisman to connect him with Wen Yu. He is so sure that even Wen Qiushi has doubts in his heart. Shouldn't he? He's really smelly?As soon as this idea came up, the night wind blowing in from the window made a turn in the room, and hit Wen Qiushi's body in a chilly way.

He shuddered and shook his head vigorously.

impossible.

Don't put gold on your face, I'm afraid the immortal will not see you.

Wen Qiushi thought about it, put on a robe on the bed, walked to the door, put his hands on it, saw two figures standing outside, thought for a while, and retracted his hands again.

Not only did Jing Wuya send two disciples to guard him, but he also sat in the courtyard waiting for his reply. Obviously he didn't want to hear his refusal, maybe he would be forced to tie him in front of the fairy.

Wen Qiushi turned back to the room, came to the half-open window, and took out two talismans.

Candlelight poured out from the window and sprinkled on the lush green branches and leaves.

Not long after, a flat talisman flew out of the window, carrying a bunch of small things on the talisman. Riding on the wind, it passed the tip of the leaf silently, then turned a corner, and went around to the closed window next door.

In the room, Gu Moze was meditating with his eyes closed, when suddenly there was a tinny sound from the window.

He opened his eyes, got up and walked towards the window, when he heard Wen Qiushi's voice, "Quickly open the window, let me hide overnight."

Gu Moze's slender fingers immediately landed on the window, and he pushed it away with a little force. His eyes passed through the hazy moonlight, but the expected figure was no longer there. Only a heavy talisman carried a small figure flying came in.

Gu Moze was stunned for a moment, and opened his eyes slightly.

There is a barrier around it, and it is impossible to escape when you hear the autumn.

Jing Wuya sat in the yard and waited for a long time, tapped the table with his fingertips, and finally glanced impatiently at the brightly lit room, where Mu Qingyuan stood at the door with his sword in his arms, with a solemn expression, beside Zhang Jianjian hanging down. Head, are you sleeping? Your saliva is about to flow out.

Jing Wuya's figure flickered, and he patted Zhang Jianjian's shoulder with his palm. Shocked, he quickly wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Sect Master!"

Jing Wuya waved his hand: "Get out of the way."

He pushed open the door, and there was no one inside.

There was no surprise on Jing Wuya's face. The empty room and the wide open windows were Wen Qiushi's answer to him, but Master had an order that he would also tie him back to the sect, " There is an enchantment here, he can't run away, let me search him out."

The door next door was pushed open immediately, Jing Wuya stepped inside, followed by Mu Qingyuan and Zhang Jianjian who looked embarrassed.

Jing Wuya said, "I'm here to find out about the autumn season."

Gu Moze hadn't rested yet, and sat alone in front of the book table. There were few things on the table, and there were simply some ancient books he was reading, a closed teacup, and a plate of grapes.

He raised his head and said, "Just look for it."

Jing Wuya made eye contact with the two people behind him, and after a while, he searched the bottom of the wooden cabinet bed in the room, every corner where people could hide, Mu Qingyuan saluted and said, "Master, there is no one."

Jing Wuya looked deeply at Gu Moze, didn't he? Talk too much, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

The door was closed, and Gu Moze picked up the porcelain white teacup. The tea lid was lifted halfway, and the door was pushed open again with a "bang". Unexpectedly, Jing Wuya yelled at the door, "Wen Yu! Get out! See is you!"

The teacup in Gu Moze's hand shook.

The room was silent, Jing Wuya frowned, and looked suspiciously at Gu Moze, who was about to drink tea.

squeak-

The door closed again.

"Uncle, it's all right."

The lights flickered in front of the desk, Gu Moze lifted the lid of the tea, lowered his eyes, and looked inside.

I saw a small familiar figure leaning against the porcelain white inner wall of the teacup.

The little figure looked very comfortable, hiding in the teacup, with a barely noticeable little talisman on his chest, holding a grape that was almost bigger than him, and buried his snow-white face in purple Yingying? In the flesh, he took two mouthfuls of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"" with a look of satisfaction on his face.