Dressed as a sick beauty

The silence lasted for a long time, until Wen Qiushi went from pretending to sleep to falling asleep.

His whole body was wrapped in fur without any gaps, and he was isolated from the cold air at night, which was particularly comfortable, until he was half asleep and half awake, and he smelled a faint smell of blood on the tip of his nose.

Gu Moze moved slightly.

Wen Qiushi's consciousness gradually cleared up, remembering the wound left by Ruohuo dagger, the situation was urgent when he was in the cave, and he had no time to think about it.

The Ruohuo dagger used to be the gloomy and magnificent object of the former Lord of the Northern Territory, the holy venerable. More than ten years ago, in the battle against demons, the whereabouts of the dagger was unknown after the holy venerable died. It was not reappeared until it was picked up by Gu Moze.

This kind of psychic treasure has the ability to recognize its owner, and it is impossible for anyone other than its owner to control it, let alone be used to hurt its owner.

Wen Qiushi was full of doubts, why when he was controlled by the original owner Yu Nian, he was able to hold it like a fire, and now thinking about it, when he was holding the dagger handle, there was a sense of intimacy that seemed familiar.

While Wen Qiu was thinking, the person beside him suddenly moved, leaned his head against the back of the tree, and left with slightly heavy footsteps.

Wen Qiushi frowned slightly.

According to the description in the original book, there has been a door in this continent since ancient times, and all the ghosts and evil spirits in the world come from it. It is called the poor prison gate, which means the extreme hell.

There are also three fetishes: the Holy Sword, the Magic Bead, and the Immortal Picture.

For tens of thousands of years, the holy sword hung above the ghost building to suppress the evil spirits who escaped into the plane from the poor prison gate, and the fairy map was owned by the previous masters of the Northern Territory, shouldering the responsibility of protecting the common people in the world.

The magic bead Fuhun, different from the other two gods, has always been regarded as the most yin and evil thing, and every time it appears in this world, it will set off a bloody storm on the mainland, and the bones will become mountains.

More than ten years ago, the great battle that almost wiped out the entire cultivation world was started by the former master of Senluo, the demon king Suiye with the help of the soul-hunting bead, causing countless deaths and injuries to the decent sect of Xianmen, and finally won miserably.

Since then, the Fuhun Orb disappeared without a trace.

But no one knew that the magic bead was in the body of a young disciple of Tianzong, and that young disciple was Gu Moze, the son of the demon king Suye, the protagonist in the book.

Because of the existence of the Soul Volunteer Orb, Gu Moze was haunted by endless bloody evil spirit since he was a child, so he was disgusted by the people around him, but he never had any resentment, and he tried his best to suppress the Soul Soul Orb from the beginning to the end.

Even when he was bullied when he was young, he didn't dare to resist, because any murderous intention would arouse the evil thoughts in the crouching orb, and he couldn't stop the killing ever since.

Otherwise, he wouldn't let the original owner live to these years.

At this time, Gu Moze, even though he had the attitude and strength to kill a god, in fact, apart from being unable to control and maiming an elder in the sect when he was eight years old, the original owner was the only blood in his hand.

He has a good control over his state of mind, he doesn't want to kill rashly, and he spends a lot of time suppressing the soul-hunting pearl every day.

If there is no accident, the Soul Volunteer Orb will not endanger the world under his suppression.

However, as the protagonist in the dog-blood novel, all kinds of mistakes, slanders and frame-ups will always happen to Gu Moze, as if there is an invisible hand pushing him into the abyss step by step. The plane was reduced to ashes under Gu Moze's hands.

Wen Qiushi went through the original work in his mind, thinking about it.

His master in the Taoist temple once said that he is a person with a great opportunity to make great fortunes. When he heard about Qiu at that time, he was only told by his master not to be lazy and slack, and concentrate on practicing talismans. Now it seems that wearing books is not a chance.

That being the case, what is the purpose of Tiandao asking him to come? Could it be to change the ending in the book and prevent Gu Moze from destroying the mainland.

Wen Qiushi opened his eyes, and the word "sorrow" appeared on his face.

Why, he is a little Taoist priest.

Seeing the young man leaning under the tree wake up, the expressions of the surrounding disciples changed slightly, and they looked nervously at the legendary vicious elder.

Wen Qiushi noticed the gazes from all directions, thought for a while, and put on the appearance that the original owner should have. He put the ink coat on his body, and sneered from his side.

"Look at what I do, what do you think..." He coughed lightly before he could say death.

The expressions of the Tianzong disciples who watched Wen Qiushi gradually became strange.

The rumored crazy elder, after speaking half a sentence, his thin body trembled slightly under the wide and warm black clothes, his whole body seemed to have no strength, and he barely supported himself by leaning on the tree.

A pair of autumn water-like pupils, looking across the night, are abnormally bright.

Qian Moist's lips parted slightly, and he coughed helplessly, before uttering the following words after a while: "Do you want to die?"

A threatening word fell lightly on everyone's hearts in a hoarse voice, without any deterrent effect, but instead exposed the weakness of the speaker, like struggling words when cornered.

Zhang Jianjian almost blurted out "Elder, don't be afraid", he covered his beating heart, looked at the disciple next to him, and thought of the plan he had discussed.

They were ordered to bring people back to the sect, but Elder Wen, who managed to escape with great difficulty, obviously would not cooperate. The disciples originally planned to knock Wen Qiushi unconscious and take them away. Feeling guilty involuntarily.

What is it to bully a sick and weak elder who has lost his cultivation!

What a dirty and shameful plan they have to forcefully bring people back to their clan!

"Qing Yuan, you know that I always judge people by their sex, I can't do it, he is your uncle, you go."

Zhang Jianjian looked at the person beside him, and then heard a "Zheng".

Mu Qingyuan's saber Qingshuang unsheathed.

Zhang Jianjian froze for a moment, then opened her mouth wide in shock, revealing a small canine tooth on the left.In the eyes of his good friend, there were really only the Elder Nan of the Lingzong next door and the other two types of people.

In the blink of an eye, the Qingshuang sword lay across Wen Qiushi's neck, and Mu Qingyuan looked at him with scrutiny.

Although the person in front of him has the same appearance as the Seventh Master Uncle, his demeanor and demeanor are completely different, especially his eyes, which used to be filled with resentment and coldness, now seem to hide the warm spring sun in them, full of intoxicating warmth.

"who are you?"

Wen Qiushi did not expect Mu Qingyuan to be so keen, no wonder he is the leader of the new generation of Xianmen.

With the blade across his neck, Wen Qiu raised his eyebrows, then walked forward without seeing him, and when Mu Qingyuan looked uncertain, he looked closely at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Holding the sword across the uncle's neck is so courageous, Mu Qingyuan, are you going to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors?"

His voice was very soft, but every word was in Mu Qingyuan's heart, he was startled, and immediately argued: "Qing Yuan has no such intentions, but you..."

"What about me? I don't know what you're suspicious of, but," Wen Qiushi flicked the blade of the sword with his fingertips, and asked with a half-smile, "Does the pastor nephew dare to let this sword see blood?"

Mu Qingyuan tightened his fingers, his face was ugly.

After a long while, he put down the Qingshuang sword, "Qing Yuan is only ordered by the master to bring Uncle Seven back to the sect, and after that, the master will decide."

Wen Qiushi knew that he was implying that there was nothing he could do, but someone in the sect could subdue him, "Give me the jade slip, I just have something to say to Jing Wuya."

All the disciples trembled when they heard the words, and there was something extra in their eyes when they looked at Wen Qiu.

There had been rumors that the elder had been confined to the back mountain for several years, and because he missed Patriarch Chu too much, he became insane and insane. It was only then that there was nothing wrong with the elder, but as soon as the words came out, the disciples felt that what they said was true.

Their suzerain has a bad temper, and hearing people call him by his first name like this, if someone is here, he will probably slap the elder and slap him back to Houshan to think about his mistakes.

Mu Qingyuan took out the blue jade slips, a light flashed on it, and the Sect Master Tian said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Jing Wuya had a lot of prestige in the sect, all the disciples subconsciously held their breath.

Wen Qiushi thought about what was written in the book, there are seven disciples under the seat of Xianjun, Jing Wuya is the first disciple, and there are many younger brothers and younger sisters.

The age difference between the original owner and him was the biggest, and they were also the most estranged. In the battle against demons in the Meteor Valley, except for the original owner, all the other juniors and sisters died in Huangquan.Although Jing Wuya didn't like the original owner, facing the only surviving junior, he still missed some old feelings. After the original owner made a big mistake, he saved his life and was grounded from then on.

But the original owner resented him very much. During the years of being trapped in the back mountain, the brothers and sisters hated each other.

Wen Qiushi said succinctly and clearly: "If I don't return to the sect, you don't have to stop me."

"Don't think that I don't know what you want to do. Get back here. It would be embarrassing if you don't go to the talisman," Jing Wuya said sharply when he heard who it was, "I really thought that the two strokes you learned in Houshan can be used in talismans." Winning the first place in the competition makes Chu Baiyue look at you more? Don't daydream!"

Wen Qiushi rubbed his ears: "I'm going."

"Impossible," Jing Wuya didn't want to continue talking nonsense, and instead said, "Qing Yuan, put him..."

Before he finished speaking, a sound of "poof" vomiting blood was introduced into the jade slip along with the surrounding people shouting "Seventh Master Uncle" and "Elder".

Jing Wuya frowned, and was about to ask, when he heard a weak and sad voice from the jade slip.

"My life is not long. If I don't see him for the last time, I will die with peace. At that time, I will tell the second senior sister, the third senior brother, and the fourth senior...after they leave, the ruthless suzerain elder brother will die." This will kill the younger brother!"

Jing Wuya: "..." She has a lot of skills!

His junior had once pointed at his nose and scolded him for being cruel and ruthless, but for the first time, it seemed that he had become a little smarter by bringing out other juniors and sisters to support him.

Jing Wuya stood outside a mountain hut, looking through the wooden window at the man in white making tea inside.

The tea was boiling hot, and the floating mist condensed on the blue cloth that the man covered his eyes, slightly moistening it.

Jing Wuya stared for a while, finally his heart softened, and he said: "Qing Yuan, keep an eye on him, don't let him cause trouble again."

"Who is it?" The people in the room heard the movement.

"Master is me, Wuya," Jing Wuya said softly, put away the jade slips and walked, "I have nothing to do today, come to see Master."

On the other side, Wen Qiushi wiped the blood from his mouth with satisfaction, and threw the jade slip to Mu Qingyuan. This body is not useless, at least when he wants to vomit blood, he can spit it out with a slap on his chest.

Mu Qingyuan wanted to tell his master about the strangeness of the Seventh Master Uncle, but Jing Wuya cut off his spiritual power after he finished speaking, so he had no choice but to accept the jade slips, respecting his master's order to watch Wen Qiushi in prison.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and everyone in Tianzong was not in a hurry to rush to Lanyue City, and rested in place.Zhang Jianjian picked up some dead branches and piled them up, then took out a magic talisman, and threw the formula into the pile of wood.

Wen Qiushi took a bite of the wild fruit he had just picked, and when he turned around to see this scene, his eyes lit up.

"Is there any more?" Wen Qiushi squatted by the fire.

Zhang Jianjian was startled when someone suddenly jumped out from the side, turned his head to see who it was, subconsciously moved to the side, pulled out a safe distance, and said, "What's the matter, Elder Wen?"

Wen Qiushi pointed at the flame: "Do you still have the talisman, let me have a look."

He remembered that the talisman art in this continent was lonely, and in the original book, there were very few descriptions of talisman seals, but Wen Qiushi just took a look at it, and the fire talisman was not only familiar, but the runes were cumbersome, not so simple and unbearable.

Zhang Jianjian looked around uneasily, and saw that all her classmates were looking up to see the excitement, and she complained incessantly.

He squeaked: "No."

"That's it," Wen Qiushi slightly drooped his long eyelashes, showing a disappointed expression.

Seeing this, Zhang Jianjian couldn't bear to add: "There seems to be another one."

After finishing speaking, he took out a talisman from his bosom, handed it to Wen Qiushi, and then glanced at the fellow disciples around him who were staring at each other, reading contempt from everyone's eyes.

"Zhang Jianjian, Zhang Jianjian, you are a traitor! You just turned around!"

"Heh, we agreed to boycott Elder Wen together. You answered this question so quickly, and you took out the talisman so refreshingly!"

"I can't imagine that there is such a person who forgets righteousness because of his appearance. For a little skin, he lost all morality in his heart. It is shameless!"

Zhang Jianjian blushed, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself. In regret, she heard Qiu Shi asked again: "Who made this talisman, do you know?"

Zhang Jianjian immediately said: "I don't know!"

"You really don't know?" Wen Qiushi held a talisman.

In the firelight, his long black hair was draped over his shoulders, his skin was as white as snow, and he turned his face to ask seriously.

Zhang Jianjian took a breath and replied uncontrollably: "Although I don't know who made this talisman, all kinds of spiritual talismans that are circulated in the cultivation world today are traced back to the hands of the talisman owner. Other talisman masters are all Imitation..."

In the middle of speaking, Zhang Jianjian was covered by two outraged disciples, and dragged away angrily.

Unpromising guy!

Just ignore this villain!

Wen Qiushi stared at the talisman in his hand, thoughtful.

The inscription lines on these talisman papers were so familiar to him that they seemed to be made by him, but upon closer inspection, there were some differences, more like a mediocre copy.

According to what Zhang Jianjian said, today's talisman masters are all disciples of the master of talismans. Who is this master of talismans?

Wen Qiushi planned to collect some more news, pondered for a while, and looked at Mu Qingyuan who had been staring at him secretly: "Come here, I'll ask you something."

Mu Qingyuan hesitated for a while, and walked over: "What's the matter, Uncle Seven?"

"Who do you think is stronger, me or Master Fu?" Wen Qiushi pointed to himself, and then Mu Qingyuan was taken aback when he saw Mu Qingyuan's face, which was still calm and indifferent even though he suspected that he was evil, suddenly darkened. Zhang Jianjian, who had just been freed, was dumbfounded, and the expressions of the other disciples were also indescribable.

Wen Qiushi raised his brows slightly, it seems that the talisman owner's reputation is not low, but compared with himself, these disciples all look annoyed that Bai Yueguang has been humiliated.

He appropriately added fire: "I'm stronger, am I not?"

This time, everyone was completely annoyed. The disciple who suppressed his anger and did not move just now was furious.

"Speak wildly! In terms of status, the current master of the Northern Territory has to call the master of the talisman brother! Even if the elder is a disciple of the immortal king, he can't compare with half a point! Regardless of the talisman technique, just talk about cultivation base, even if your cultivation base is still there, you can't do it. It's not as flattering as the Master Fu was alive!"

"Better than the talisman master? Haha, what a joke in the world!"

"Wen Yu, the master of the talisman, came out of the Northern Territory at the age of [-] to revitalize the current talisman. At the [-]th, he summoned the holy sword and killed the mighty demon king in the Meteor Valley battle. Prison gate, martyrdom with your own body! How dare you compare yourself to a stalking, stinky Duanxiu!"

"Speak wild words, you don't know what to fear!"

......

Wen Qiushi rubbed his ears, facing the overwhelming scolding, his face was calm, but his heart was full of turmoil.

In the original work that he had memorized fluently, there was no figure of the master of talisman from beginning to end, and the word "spiritual talisman" rarely appeared, which was a declining spell.

For the first time something beyond the original book appeared, Wen Qiushi's heart was pounding, and he had an intuition that this person named Wen Yu could help him solve the mystery, and maybe he could find a way to go back.

Thinking of this, Wen Qiushi tentatively said: "He is so powerful, isn't it still..."

He only spoke halfway, and then found that the noise had subsided, and someone sighed: "Speaking of which, when the talisman master passed away, he had not yet reached the age of the crown, what a pity, what a pity."

"I heard that there is something hidden about this matter. At that time, not only people from the Senluo Palace intervened in the ghost building, but the Northern Territory..."

"Hush! Do you want to die?!"

The night wind suddenly picked up, bringing a chill to everyone's hearts, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

The woodpile made a thunderclap, and the sparks flickered.

Zhang Jianjian glanced at Mu Qingyuan worriedly, saw him bowed his head in silence, frowned, looked around, thought for a while, and suddenly said loudly: "Oh, elder! Although the relationship between Master Fu and Master Chu is so good that everyone in the cultivation world knows , but you don’t have to be jealous of a dead man!”

Wen Qiushi: "?"

When the rest of the disciples heard it, they suddenly realized.

Everyone in the world knows that Master Fu and Patriarch Bai Yue knew each other when they were young, and they are best friends. Their elders have a deep love for Patriarch Bai Yue, and they are so jealous, they cannot help but compare with him and say such ridiculous things.

Seeing the bewildered look on the young man's face, Zhang Jianjian couldn't bear it, but continued: "I heard that the elder is practicing talisman skills in the back mountain, so he went to Lanyue City this time, isn't it to participate in the talisman dao conference and win the first place in the competition , to attract Patriarch Chu's attention?"

He was startled when he heard about Qiu, that's what Jing Wuya meant by the Fuhui.

"What? The elder is going to participate in the competition?!"

Talisman seal masters are very scarce in the cultivation world. It's not that no one wants to become one, but the threshold is too high. Realizing that the elder may be a talisman master, some disciples' eyes changed instantly.

But soon someone poured cold water on him and said: "The elder thought that he could become a talisman master by copying a few talismans, why are you just dreaming like idiots?"

Another disciple said in distaste: "My Spirit Sect, there is an elder who is a heaven-level talisman master, a heaven-level! Our Tianzong doesn't even have an earth-level one, alas..."

"Who said, this is not it!"

Everyone looked in shock when they heard the sound, and found that it was their Elder Wen who stood up and patted his chest.

"..."

Sobbing.

Wen Qiushi left angrily, and unconvincedly took a bite of the wild fruit.

I think that when he heard the autumn, everyone loved a flower in the Taoist temple, but now everyone hates it, and it's nothing more than being crowned the shame of Tianzong, and even the talisman skills are questioned.

How come he must be cannon fodder.

Wen Qiushi sat under a tree beside him in a sullen mood, picked up a small branch, and boredly drew talismans on the ground.

Never thought of this painting, the world shook.