Dressed as a sick beauty

Wen Qiushi fell into a drowsy sleep, and the warm things that wrapped his body disappeared.

When he was feeling cold and curled up unconsciously, another object exuding a warm breath came. Wen Qiushi instinctively entangled it and hugged it with both hands to prevent the warmth from disappearing again.

But the warm thing only cares about the front of the body, and the back feels cool.

Wen Qiushi was so cold that he sneezed, his whole body leaned against some hard warm things, his cheeks stuck to the softest place, and he rubbed lightly, and soon after, something wrapped his back.

Early the next morning, Wen Qiushi opened his hazy eyes and found that it was Gu Moze's index finger who had been hugging him all night.

He froze for a moment, moved his head slightly, and noticed that the corners of his lips were wet, immediately tightened his face, and carefully wiped Gu Moze's fingertips with his sleeve robe.

Itchy fingertips, Gu Moze raised his eyes.

In the line of sight, there is a small figure with his back turned to him early in the morning, very busy with his fingertips.

"What is Uncle Master doing?"

Wen Qiushi, who was almost caught, trembled.

Fortunately, the scene was cleaned up first, otherwise it would almost reveal how soundly I slept last night.

Wen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, walked closer to Gu Moze along the pillow, and was about to speak, when Gu Moze frowned, and lifted his brocade to cover him.

It was dark at once.

Wen Qiushi was looking for the light gap, and when he was about to go out, the sound of "squeak" sounded, he stopped, and the sound of Zhang Jianjian stumbling at the door sounded, "Morning, morning, the suzerain asked me to make a surprise attack... ..."

"No, it's hot tea," Zhang Jianjian picked up the teapot with two dark circles under her eyes.

His eyes turned left and right in the room, and finally landed on the bed, only Gu Moze was alone, with a brocade handkerchief beside his pillow.

Gu Moze sat up and put on an unlined shirt.

He turned his head to the side for a moment, his brows were full of displeasure, he got down on the bed and put on his outer robe, and put the brocade handkerchief on the pillow in his palm, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Zhang Jianjian immediately went out without looking back. Not long after, Gu Moze left the room.

By the pool in the courtyard, Jing Wuya was holding a fishing rod, staring at the fish swimming in the clear water, looking leisurely.

Until Zhang Jianjian passed by, and said a few words with a sad face.

Click!

The fishing rod was broken in half, and Jing Wuya, who hadn't slept all night, jumped into a rage, "Could it be that he can still fly?"

I searched all over the barrier last night, but I didn't see Wen Qiushi's figure. There were two debt collectors standing at the gate. I went back last night and came again this morning.

Looking for Wen Qiushi?

Coincidentally, he is also looking for it!

Jing Wuya threw the fishing rod aside, squinted at Gu Moze who looked like he was going out, turned his eyes slightly, and suddenly raised his hand to withdraw from the barrier.

"City Master, brother Chu, don't worry, I will let you know as soon as the Seventh Martial Uncle comes back." When Mu Qingyuan comforted him, the barrier in front of him disappeared, and the old city master said nothing to go inside. Chu Baiyang followed closely behind.

Gu Moze walked towards them, ignoring them, and they went out.

Chu Baiyang, who passed by him, thought for a while, and stopped, "Brother Gu, do you know where Elder Wen is? Does the Patriarch trust me to give it to him? There is no delay."

Gu Moze turned his head to look at him? His narrow eyes were full of indifference, "I don't know."

At this time, the small lump on his chest moved imperceptibly, and the corners of Gu Moze's lips curled into a line, unwillingly adding: "But you can hand over the letter to? I."

Chu Baiyang shook his head: "That can't be done, the Patriarch told me that I must personally deliver it to Elder Wen."

Walking to the front, the city master Yan came back and said, "My little friend, I have something that the domain master ordered to give to Elder Wen. If you know the whereabouts of Elder Wen, please let me know."

Under Gu Moze's collar, when no one noticed, it moved again.

"Leave it to me, or find someone yourself," Gu Moze said in a cold voice, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Chu Baiyang thought for a while, and chased after him. The disciples of Tianzong said that they didn't know where Wen Qiushi was, but they had an intuition that Gu Moze knew, otherwise they wouldn't have left the house so calmly.

Facts? Proof that he? Guessed right.

Chu Baiyang's expression? Weird.

In their line of sight, Gu Moze poked a small head out of his light blue skirt.

The other party had a white and tender face, black hair spread out, bright and clear eyes, looking at him? The corners of the ruddy mouth were curled up, and the soft and bulging cheeks on both sides almost made Chu Baiyang unrecognizable. come out.

If he hadn't been sitting, Chu Baiyang would have staggered and fell to the ground.

He? He said dumbfounded: "Elder Wen?!"

Under his watchful eyes, Wen Qiushi, who was no bigger than a thumb, turned out the skirt of his clothes when Gu Moze handed him his hand, and jumped cautiously into his wide palm.

"It's me, it's a long story." The little figure sighed.

Chu Boyang often sent delicious grapes, and Wen Qiushi became familiar with him as he came and went. He followed Gu Moze's knuckle fingers to the table. He was so tired that he sat cross-legged on the table. .

"What letter, give it to me."

"My brother...no, Patriarch! Patriarch! I returned to Nanling yesterday, and this is a letter for you," Chu Baiyang took out a letter, and asked curiously while giving it, "Why do you It’s like this, can it change back?”

Wen Qiushi: "Of course."

This is too big for him to believe.

When Wen Qiu put it in the storage bag, there was a sudden "bang" on the soles of his feet, shaking violently.

Wen Qiushi was so frightened that he quickly squatted down, and at the same time, his two small hands hugged the fingers that were close at hand, "What happened?"

Xiao Er, who was serving morning tea, was stunned for a moment, looked at the two people at the table who had not opened their mouths, suddenly thought that he was hallucinating, his back felt cold, and he hurried to the next table separated by a screen.

Chu Baiyang's fingers were numb.

It was obviously held by two small hands with negligible strength, but the fingertips seemed to be bearing strength that they shouldn't have.

He subconsciously held his breath, his cheeks flushed.

Waiting for Wen Qiu to support him? After his fingers stabilized, Chu Baiyang faced Xiaotuan's figure in Tsing Yi and whispered uncontrollably: "Small, be careful."

When the words fell, he realized how strange the accent was.

Wen Qiushi raised his eyelashes slightly, and fixedly glanced at them. At this moment, someone pushed his back lightly.

He turned around and met Gu Moze's deep eyes.

"Master uncle caught the wrong person?"

Wen Qiu thought in his heart, why did he catch the wrong person? However, he turned around and hugged the tip of Gu Moze's index finger with his two small hands.

"Catch you, catch you."

Gu Moze's thin lips curled up, and he used a spoon to put some porridge in his other hand, and handed it to him.

Wen Qiushi lowered his head, bit a grain of sweet and glutinous white rice, ate it from the beginning to the end, and nodded at the end: "I'm full."

Chu Baiyang showed a shocked expression and was speechless for a moment.

Wen Qiu raised his eyebrows and pointed to the little magic talisman on his chest. He raised his chin slightly, and his expression was full of pride. will be able to feed.”

Chu Baiyang murmured: "Ah, then I can..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Qiushi's whole body was hooked, and Gu Moze asked him to turn around.

When Wen Qiu stood still, his dangling gaze inadvertently landed behind Gu Moze. The next moment, his eyes widened, and a talisman appeared on the sole of his feet.

The small figure made a gesture to take off with a symbol.

Unexpectedly, halfway, a palm-sized golden net came towards him.

The screen was cut off and split into two. Sitting at the next table and listening to Jing Wuya in the corner reciting formulas silently for a long time, the golden net covering Wen Qiushi turned into a thin wire, one end wrapped around the figure who failed to take off, and the other side in hand.

"See where you are going!"

Wen Qiushi: "..."

Jing Wuya kept a straight face.

Is it any wonder that I couldn't find anyone after digging three feet in the ground last night? It turned out to be smaller with the magic talisman.

But it looks smaller? It's...

Wen Qiushi stood in the fruit bowl, with a gold thread around his waist, holding a grape in both hands, "Morning, Senior Brother Jing!"

Jing Wuya snorted coldly: "As far as I'm concerned, it's just staying at last night."

He wanted to question the teacher, and when he lowered his head, he saw the small figure who was caught holding up a grape with both hands under his nose.

"Give you."

Jing Wuya: "..."

He was silent for a moment, and said: "Don't do this, the master ordered me to bring you back. I can't disobey the master's order!"

At the end of the sentence, Wen Qiushi found that the filaments around his waist were a little looser, he put down the grapes graciously, and started to eat by himself, "It's not that I won't return to Tianzong, it's just that."

"But what?"

During Jing Wuya's questioning, he saw the person who was buried in eating grapes? He raised his head, revealing his reddened eyes, with fine drops of water hanging from his eyelashes, he raised his sleeves and wiped them off.

"Heavenly seal..."

Jing Wuya was stunned for a moment, and searched around his body, remembering that he is not the one who wears a silk handkerchief, so he turned his face away, "Tianzhuan pen and? Are you sure? The important thing is that I didn't think carefully, but I have something to say , don't cry!"

Wen Qiushi, whose eyes were glued to grape juice: "?"

He wiped his eyes, stood on the fruit plate and raised one hand in a high-five gesture, "Since that's the case, it's a deal, don't bother me until you get the Tianzhuan pen."

"Wait a minute, I didn't... that's all, twisted melons are not sweet, I'll go back and ask Master to see him? Would you like to wait a few more days?"

In order to avoid disturbing people, there is an enchantment in the place where Sheng Zeling is, and no one else can enter except Jing Wuya. If you want to ask Sheng Zeling if he is willing, Jing Wuya will make a special trip back to Tianzong.

Jing Wuya glanced at the white and tender little hand: "Take it back, be careful? I broke a bone when I took a picture of you."

Wen Qiushi withdrew his hand, the waist restraint was gone, he glanced outside the door and whispered: "Why does Gu Moze listen to you, honestly? Stand outside? Because you are his master, or because of his uncle? "

"Why did you ever listen to my...uncle?!"

Jing Wuya was startled suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and when he stared at Wen Qiu, "How do you know?"

Wen Qiushi's heart? Said: "Original work."

But Jing Wuya is a fake uncle, and his sister Jing Qingrong is also a fake mother, but in the original book, except for Jing Qingrong who knew about it, and Gu Moze who later learned the truth, everyone else mistakenly thought that Gu Mo Ze is the child of Jing Qingrong and Su Ye.

As for who Gu Moze's mother is, it has not been revealed. Besides this, there are other unsolved mysteries in the original book, which were not explained until the end.

Typical digging and not filling!

"I heard that," Wen Qiushi boasted vaguely, "I Wen Yu was in charge of one side in the Northern Territory at least back then. There are so many spies, how can I not know about this."

Jing Wuya's face was ugly: "Yu Chenyan also knows?"

Wen Qiushi: "...I don't know."

Jing Wuya frowned slightly, and then looked at him meaningfully, with the words on his face, "So the rumors are true, you cover the sky with one hand in the Northern Territory, and your power overwhelms the domain lord." '

Wen Qiushi intuited that a basin of sewage was poured up, opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

"Don't worry? Well, the matter in the Northern Territory has nothing to do with our Tianzong," Jing Wuya picked up the teapot, and the steaming mist floated upwards, "You know his background and history. Then stay away from him, or you will suffer sooner or later."

Wen Qiushi: "How do you say this?"

Jing Wuya pointed to the door: "He? He injured the elders in the door when he was young."

"Oh," Wen Qiushi lost interest, "Isn't that influenced by the Voluntary Soul Orb, it wasn't him? Ben..."

"puff--"

Jing Wuya spurted out a sip of tea, and put down the teacup with a "Kang Dang".

"Magic bead? How did you know again?!" This is the secret he has kept for many years alone!

Wen Qiushi quickly covered his head with his eyes and his hands, and squatted down in the fruit plate that was soaked by the tea, "I guessed it, but your reaction tells me that it's almost the same."

Jing Wuya was so startled that he got up and paced back and forth, unable to say anything, he said after a long while, "Since I already know, why are you so close to him? Let me tell you, don't be confused by his appearance. Gu Moze is just like Su Ye, he is very good at disguising, and turning his face is ruthless!"

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows. Although the Senluo Palace was a demon palace back then, it had a good reputation in the cultivation world, and its insiders could appear in a dignified manner. Now it is present in all schools and sects, especially since the demon king Suye came to power. ?Beiyu and Tianzong have a good relationship, so no one at that time?Thinking of him?He changed his face and directly provoked a big war.

"Don't compare Suye with? Gu Moze, Gu Moze..." Wen Qiushi thought for a while before concluding, "He? Very well behaved."

After he finished speaking, he saw Jing Wuya showing an expression of disgust as if he had eaten shit.

Wen Qiushi: "...what are you doing?"

Jing Wuya frowned, if Wen Qiushi was not too young at this time to withstand his slap, they would have already patted Wen Qiushi's shoulder, grabbed it and shook it.

"Very good? Make your Spring and Autumn Dream!"

Many years ago?, Jing Wuya had a period of time, also in a trance like? Wen Qiushi thought so.

until later...

"Good boy? Did you know that he used forbidden techniques to break the seal shackles and release the magic bead in order to obtain the magic bead and the power to reach the sky?!" Jing Wuya sneered, "He? He was only seven or eight years old at the time, or A child with such ambition is even worse than his father Suye!"

Thinking about this, Jing Wuya couldn't restrain his anger. Amid Wen Qiushi's stunned expression, he slapped the table, and the loud "bang" almost shook the table in half.

"Didn't you ask before? Why didn't he disobey me?"

Jing Wuya looked sideways at the figure standing outside the door, and said angrily, "It's very simple, because he at least has a little conscience, knowing that he is sorry for me, Master!"

When Gu Moze was four or five years old, he was handed over by Jing Qingrong. At first, Jing Wuya was prejudiced against Gu Moze because of Suye's blood. Later, he found that the little boy's eyes were dark and bright. Looks pretty good, and very sensible.

After being wronged so much, he didn't make any noise, just quietly found a place where no one was there, hid himself and cried secretly.

As time went by, people's heart and flesh grew, and Jing Wuya's attitude towards them became better.

Who knows, he was stabbed in the blink of an eye.

"The magic bead was originally hidden in his body by the demon king. I discovered it and dug it out. Under the guidance of Master, I applied eighteen layers of seals and barely trapped the magic bead."

Jing Wuya said bitterly, "Gu Moze acted particularly happy at first. I was deceived, thinking that he really hated and was afraid of the existence of the magic bead. The news of the eighteen layers of seals was released, and the result..."

That night, the forbidden technique on the top floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion was stolen.

Jing Wuya is like this? Thinking about it now, I still feel horrified.

Gu Moze only saw the forbidden technique once, and then he learned it. When he hurried to the Tibetan scripture pavilion, the seal of the magic bead was broken.

When he realized something was wrong and hurried away, the little boy held a blood-red bead and looked at him.

In order to prevent him from taking it back, he swallowed it in one gulp.

In order to take the god-like power for himself, Gu Moze put eighteen layers of seals on the magic bead in his body. So far, no one can separate him from the magic bead unless he undoes the seal himself.

frenzied!

At that time, Jing Wuya only had these four words in his mind. He didn't expect that his heart softened for a moment, which would cause the magic beads to be released, causing a heinous disaster.

He? Mad.

With one sword, Gu Moze, the little lunatic, was killed.

But Gu Moze, who possesses the power of the magic bead, cannot be killed at all.

Since then, luckily, Gu Moze never used the magic beads to do evil, but Jing Wuya will never believe him again. All these years, he has been looking for a way to kill this villain.

At this moment, in their eyes, Wen Qiushi is the same as himself who was deceived back then.

But obviously, Wen Qiushi looked more serious.

"He?... must? Have some last resort?"

After confessing everything, Wen Qiushi's words almost drove Jing Wuya to death.

"He? A half-grown child, he has a fart problem!"

Jing Wuya was so angry that he wanted to slap Wen Qiushi's dumpling into pancakes.

"Even if it's like what you said, but? even if there are great difficulties, he? will die tomorrow! Go to the [-]th floor of hell! He can't do? such? such? rebellious? things! He? Dare to do it, It's just that death is not a pity! It should be stigmatized forever!"

Wen Qiushi was silent.

In the original book, Gu Moze's childhood was never described in such detail, and he didn't know about these things.

After a long while, Wen Qiu said: "There must be a reason, he? Isn't that kind of heartless person who wants the power of the Soul Bead? He? Is different from those people? I have been watching... ..”

"Okay!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jing Wuya sneered and interrupted, pointing at the closed door.

"I see him? He stares at you closely. He looks like the greatest uncle in the world. Didn't you say that he is different from a madman like Suye? Then you let him Hand over the beads! Get everything back on track, and they'll be relieved! Don't ask for trouble!"

The room was so noisy that people turned their backs on their backs, filled with Jing Wuya's rage, but the outside was blocked by the barrier, but no sound could be heard.

A slender figure leaned against the door.

Gu Moze lowered his head slightly, staring at a piece of foxtail in his hand, no emotion could be seen on his face.

The barrier disappeared and the door opened.

A calloused hand sticks out steadily, and Wen Qiushi lays on it, holding a finger tightly in both hands, Jing Wuya sternly said from behind the door, "Hold it, take him together roll!"

Wen Qiushi got into the light blue skirt, and his pale face eased.

They were worried before, fearing that the furious Jing Wuya would throw them to the ground. Although they couldn't die from the fall, their scalps tingled just thinking about it at that height.

On the way back to the room, Wen Qiushi thought about what he had said to Jing Wuya, a little unsure? Pay attention.

His small head rested on Gu Moze's chest and skirt, and his whole body was wrapped in the familiar warm breath. After a while, his eyes closed and he dozed off involuntarily.

When Wen Qiu woke up, it was already evening.

In front of the desk, candlelight was shining, and the pages full of words were turned.

Gu Moze propped his head obliquely, his eyebrows were like a pen with ink stuck to it, after precise calculations, it was outlined in one stroke, handsome and sharp.

Deep eyes below.

Flipping through the books, my eyes are not on the paper, but on him? I don't know how long I have been looking at it like this.

See him? When he woke up, Gu Moze's thin lips moved slightly: "Uncle Master is too sleepy."

Wen Qiushi looked at the night outside the window, feeling so deeply, and suspected that it was because of the shrinkage.

He sat up and found a foxtail next to him. He hugged the fluffy tip of the grass, lowered his head, and his cheek was sore from being pricked.

Wen Qiushi shook his head regretfully, and turned to go to the teacup, "Can you pour me some water?"

Seeing the foxtail, he couldn't help but miss it. In the past when he practiced in the Taoist temple, he didn't even have a decent brush at first, so he could only practice drawing symbols with various grasses and branches. Among them, the foxtail was used the most when smelling autumn. With a little water in it, you can draw on the shore.

Even if their state of mind is not peaceful, as long as they draw a talisman, they can calm down.

At this time, Wen Qiushi needed to draw a talisman, even if it was just a gesture.

Gu Moze poured down his teacup and poured some water on the table. When he woke up from Wen Qiu, he didn't ask Bai Rijing Wuya what he said alone, as if he didn't care at all, but he tensed up slightly The corner of his mouth leaked some of their emotions.

The room was extraordinarily quiet, just as he was putting down his teacup, he suddenly opened his mouth when he was tugging at Wen Qiu, whose tip of the foxtail grass was dipped in water.

As if casually asked: "Fuhunzhu, can you take it out of your body?"

Gu Moze's eyes drooped, and the hand holding the teacup unconsciously exerted force on its slender knuckles.

He? Hasn't spoken yet.

"Crack-"

The teacup in his hand was torn apart.

There was a loud noise behind him, Wen Qiushi was startled, and hurried forward? He ran two steps.

Unexpectedly, the soles of his feet slipped on the water, and he rolled and fell out of the desk with the green foxtail in his arms.

pat!

After drawing a beautiful and smooth arc in the air, Wen Qiushi fell into the robe between Gu Moze's legs. He hugged the foxtail and was dizzy when the little talisman on his chest suddenly went dark. .

He was caught off guard when he fell and flew out. Gu Moze's heart was shaken just now, and his reaction was half a beat too late.

"How are you, uncle?"

Gu Moze's expression tightened slightly, and his hand was stretched out towards the small figure as light as a feather in his robes. Out of the corner of his eye, he fell on the ground, and saw that under the candlelight, there were suddenly more shadows cast on the ground.

Gu Moze turned his outstretched hand, subconsciously supported the young man's slender waist, put down his overcoat, and slightly weighed his slender legs.

Wen Qiushi was sitting on his lap, holding in his arms a foxtail that had also grown bigger by accident.

There was silence in the room, separated by the tip of the fluffy grass.

The candles flickered and their eyes met.