Dressed as a sick beauty

The next morning.

Jia Tang endured the hangover and headache, sat up from the ground, and patted his sore neck and shoulders.

The first light of dawn appeared in the sky, and the cool morning breeze blew into the room. He was alone in this place, the wine cup on the table was tilted to this side, a few dice were spilled on the ground, and the lights on the candlesticks were also extinguished.

With eyes full of loneliness, Jia Tang sighed melancholy.

Gu Moze? That's all, the master actually left him and went back alone.

Humph.

Jia Tang rubbed his eyes and was about to go out. Remembering that there was a bed in the room, he looked back at the screen.

A familiar sky cloud suit, another...

Jia Tang vaguely remembered last night when Gu Moze talked about his "sweetheart"? He suddenly understood, with an ambiguous expression on his face, and walked around like a thief? The screen, behind the red tent? Sleep soundly together.

He lightly lifted the red gauze, and on the bed, Gu Moze was holding someone in his arms.

The man was hidden under the quilt, showing a slender figure, with black hair messily scattered between the pillows, and his fair cheeks buried in Gu Moze's neck, which was tightly covered.

Jia Tang couldn't see it? She couldn't see it, and her heart itched unbearably.

He stood by the bed and tried to poke his head inward, and saw the other person's beautiful and delicate jaw line, and snow-white neck. Based on his years of experience, he must be a beauty!

The man moved, as if he was about to wake up, a white bare foot was the first to poke out from the quilt, the round toes were slightly powdered, curled up slightly, the long legs were slightly stretched, and the snowy foot kicked weakly.

Jia Tang's eyelids twitched, and he hastily averted his eyes, and turned his eyes to Gu Moze's face, his expression became ferocious.

Usually not showing mountains or dew.

Good luck, bastard!

Jia Tang opened his teeth and waved his claws, intending to viciously slap him awake, but at this moment, the cheek buried in Gu Moze's neck moved and was exposed.

A familiar face met Jia Tang's eyes that widened suddenly.

Just after waking up, the autumn water-like eyes looked around, revealing a little bewildered.

Seeing the petrified figure with 'sharp claws' protruding from the bed, Wen Qiu tilted his head in doubt, and said in a muffled voice to the apprentice whose pupils shrank suddenly, "What are you doing?"

As soon as the words fell, a cry of collapse and anger broke through the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Gu Moze, you bastard? What did you do to my master!!!"

The sky above Hualou trembled.

Outside the gate, the surrounding air trembled, and then fell into stagnation again.

At the place where the long steps at the door connect to the street, there are many people around in the early morning. In the middle part, a woman in white clothes holding a piano stands on the left side, and a woman in a red dress stroking flowers stands on the right side. Both of them wear veils. , Behind? People from Yaoling Valley and people from Nanling followed.

The two collided outside the flower building, and the atmosphere was delicate.

The passers-by around have already seen it? They were dumbfounded and applauded this rare spectacle.

There is a list of beauties in the world of self-cultivation, the first and second take turns, either Nan Qiluo or Bei Momo.

Nan Qiluo is the eldest daughter of the Nan family's golden branches and jade leaves. She has been accompanied by a marriage letter since she was a child. At that time, the next head of the Chu family did not know who it was, but the wife of the head of the family had already appointed her. The Chu family grew up full of love and affection.

She was raised in the boudoir since she was a child, and no one else knew her appearance. It was not until the cardamom years were almost gone and she was rescued by Wen Yu that she gradually appeared in the eyes of the world.

Only then did everyone know that Nan Qi Luo had a beautiful face.

Dressed in a red dress, her gestures are graceful and graceful, provoking a group of young talents to shout the slogan "Everyone strives to be the head of the Chu family".

At that time, Nan Qiluo was in the limelight, the undisputed number one beauty in the cultivation world. Until not long ago, Bei Momo appeared in the Northern Territory. It is said that her appearance is like a lotus emerging from water, and her cool temperament is like a fairy from heaven.

But Bei Momo was born in Hualou, even though she only plays the piano, she is still a real person. Few people compare her with the noble Nan Qiluo, until the miracle doctor accepted her as a disciple and became the saint of Yaoling Valley. Female, everyone is blatantly comparing the two.

But no matter how you compare them, they are evenly divided.

Later, when Chu Baiyue ascended to the position of Patriarch, everyone began to lament that Nan Qiluo and her being a golden boy and jade girl were a match made in heaven.

At the right time, Chu Baiyue went to Yaoling Valley many times to find Momo in the north, and even brought it back to Nanling once. It was very close to him. When the news spread, the rumors about the love-hate entanglement between the three of them were sold. The heat is in full swing, all the idlers are boiling, and there are endless topics after gossip.

#南琪罗、北Momo: "Do you love me or her?"#

#Cinnabar nevus and white moonlight?Chu Baiyue: "I want them all."#

#证主剪衣令义, because?——"In the future? I and you are not friends, you will be my brother-in-law, quickly call 'Brother Wenyu'!"#

It's a pity that there is no follow-up to this matter, only vague rumors that Chu Baiyue and Bei Momo are still exchanging letters.

Today, many years later, I never thought that when Chu Baiyue arrived in Lanyue City later, Nan Qiluo would rush there from Nanling first, let alone that Bei Momo returned to the city day and night, and has not yet rested Then rushed to Hualou.

The two happened to collide outside the building.Passers-by around stopped involuntarily, feeling the stiff atmosphere even when they were far away.

"Although one is south and the other is north, there is no hatred in the past and no hatred in the present, but there is Chu Baiyue in the middle, and the relationship between the two is really not good. They stared at each other without saying a word for half a cup of tea, and neither of them would agree. Move first to expose the flaws."

"It's not just bad, you see? Bei Momo's always soft eyes are unexpectedly cold and sharp."

"Aunt Nan's smile has faded, and the flowers in her hands are almost cut off!"

A group of Tianzong disciples who came to look for the elders to watch the excitement? They wanted to pass these people and climb up the long stone steps, but they thought that they would break through under the noses of Nan Qiluo and Bei Momo. Passing through the middle zone, I can't help but feel my scalp tingling, and I cringe in place.

The same is true for the guests who came out from the gate of Hualou on the opposite side? They retreated and were blocked between the long steps by the two intersecting sight lines.

"......what's the situation?"

"It's not right, it's not right,"

"Could it be possible? Patriarch Chu is in the flower building, they came here... to catch the rape!"

"Caught rape?!"

Among the long-ranked crowd, Wen Qiushi exclaimed, poked his head out, and looked around Bei Momo and Nan Qiluo.

Thinking of the fuzzy memories that popped up in his mind last night, he looked more? Did he look? Bei Momo was a little uncomfortable. When he was about to look away, Bei Momo found him, and his eyebrows were cold, like ice melting into spring water , with reddish eyes, ran towards this direction with the piano in his arms.

Before Wen Qiushi's lively look faded away, the woman in white had already rushed in front of him, with a back-to-back gaze, the people on the left and right unconsciously backed away to make room.

Wen Qiushi left and right are empty, behind? There is no time.

He was holding a person with his left hand, that person was a disciple of Tianzong who was dressed in a blue background and white stripes, with a rare paleness on his handsome face, as if he had been injured, and there was a tired look between his brows.

Jia Tang stood aside, showing an aggrieved expression.

His eyes moved suspiciously back and forth between the two holding hands, and along Gu Moze's wrist, he saw black and blue marks.

Due to a misunderstanding this morning, he fought against Gu Moze on the spur of the moment. He never thought that two moves would be enough to injure someone. Jia Tang wondered if he had practiced some peerless martial arts after being drunk all night, otherwise what would he do? He easily defeated Gu Moze.

After injuring someone? He was dumbfounded, and Wen Qiushi was also dumbfounded.

The two of them are not panacea masters, and a bunch of panaceas are useless. In the end, Gu Moze said that his injured hand was hanging by his side and it was painful, so Wen Qiushi carefully pulled him, and it was said that it healed quickly.

After leaving the door, Jia Tang figured out something was wrong. Before he could find out the fox's tail, Bei Momo came.

What did Jia Tang think? She came to look for him, she just stood up to say hello, with a phoenix in her arms, but she has not yet reacted?

"?" Jia Tang turned his head, dumbfounded.

Wen Qiushi held Gu Moze with his left hand, and there was a girl in white in his arms. The girl choked up, buried her face in his neck, and sobbed softly, "Brother Wen Yu, I thought I would never see you again. "

Bei Momo's eyes were red, and her slender body was trembling due to over-excitement. Both hands clenched a small piece of Wen Qiushi's waist and hugged it.

Suddenly there was a soft fragrance in his arms. Wen Qiushi didn't know why, but seeing the girl because? He was crying so sadly, and his heart was somewhat touched. He raised his right hand, landed on the top of Bei Momo's hair, and touched it gently, " Don't cry, my name is Wen Qiushi."

Bei Momo paused, burst into tears, and burrowed into his arms.

Wen Qiushi was at a loss, he could only use this trick, turned his head to ask for help, but at some point his left hand was held backwards, the force was not light, and Wen Qiushi's hand hurt a little.

Gu Moze's black eyes were fixed on the head buried in his shoulder, and the other hand was hanging by his side, eager to try.

Want to push people away.

Someone took the first step and pulled Bei Momo out of Wen Qiushi's arms.

The red gauze covering her face fluttered, and her red lips parted slightly, Nan Qiluo said with a half-smile: "Miss Momo is alright, you are not the only one who wants to reminisce about the old days."

When Bei Momo's arm hurt and was forced to let go of Wen Qiu, Liu Mei frowned slightly, and stretched out his arms to block her approach, "You don't have a deep friendship with Brother Wen Yu, don't pretend to be warm when he doesn't remember."

Nan Qi Luosheng has a pair of charming eyes, and her smile is particularly attractive, so she often has a smile in her eyes.

But at this moment, those eyes were filled with a penetrating coldness, "I don't know him well, so what does it have to do with you, and who are you to him?"

Relying on her higher spiritual power, she pushed Bei Momo away with one palm, and took the position in front of Wen Qiushi. A real smile appeared in her eyes again, "I think you don't remember me anymore, but it's okay, let's start again." Get to know me, I'm Nan Qiluo."

The woman in red was holding a flower in one hand and half a scroll of painting in the other, and said with a smile, "This is a gift for you. You are in the painting."

Wen Qiushi's eyes fell on her face. The original owner snatched the painting from Nan Qiluo and ruined the other's appearance. That's why she kept wearing a veil.

"Don't blame yourself. Although there is an injury on your face, it has nothing to do with you. If I had known that you looked at this body, I would not have allowed those people to abolish his cultivation."

Nan Qiluo put the painting in Wen Qiushi's hands, the curled corners were stained with old blood, "After you died, I feel bored in everything I do, now that you are back, it's great, I haven't been so happy for a long time .”

She stared fixedly at Wen Qiu, then leaned closer to his ear and whispered: "I also prepared a gift for myself, I thought you wouldn't be able to see it, I feel so sad, it's a pity, it's a good thing now... Cheng? Shuang, I will invite you to watch it together."

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows.

He didn't know how he and Nan Qiluo intersected, but he didn't feel any malice from the other party, so he gave a soft "um".

Nan Qiluo smiled at him, glanced at Bei Momo beside him, and said unhurriedly: "I'm done talking, if you have tears, keep on crying."

Bei Momo lightly shrugged her nose, and stared at her with teary eyes. She didn't choke up any more. When she turned her head and looked Wen Qiu up and down, thinking about the situation of the last pulse detection, she couldn't care less about being sad, and hurriedly said: "Brother Wen Yu , let's talk in another place."

The disciples of Yaoling Valley saw that their saintess followed Wen Qiushi without looking back, and looked at each other, hesitating whether to follow.

On the other side, the Nanling disciples found Nan Qiluo standing in the same place, watching how many people leave, and snapped off the flower branches in his hands. The lowered eyelashes showed a look of loneliness. A group of people, Monk Zhang Er, couldn't figure it out. The cold wind hit in the morning, and the whole body was chilly of.

"Aunt Nan, have you been hit? Are you evil..."

"Isn't this the Tianzong elder who ruined Aunt Nan's appearance??"

"Aunt Nan came to Lanyue City day and night, isn't it because of Elder Nan Duyi? But because of this villain?!"

All the disciples whispered in low voices, seeing Nan Qiluo leave in a flick of her sleeves, they hurriedly followed.

A group of onlookers who witnessed the whole process stayed where they were, and when all the people involved left, they could no longer restrain their inner voices and made noises everywhere.

"It's scary, I thought the two of them were going to fight!"

"Oh my god, it's unbelievable. It turns out that Nan Qiluo and Bei Momo didn't get along because of Patriarch Chu, but because of Elder Wen!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Aunt Nan and the head of the Chu family agree with each other, and there is no room for other people in her eyes," a Chu family disciple shouted angrily at first, and then, with little confidence, "No, no? Did you give a gift? What can it explain? !"

"fart!"

A man in the crowd yelled angrily at the same time, "Miss Momo won't like anyone, she is a saint and belongs to everyone! She just hugged her...Wow, goddamn Wen Qiushi! The hatred of taking a wife is irreconcilable!!"

The words burst into tears, full of grief and indignation, and the emotions of the others were instantly stirred up.

"Damn it, just go back? Throw away the Qinglian Lantern, and I will give him a shout in the final of tomorrow's talisman competition!"

"Bastard! It turns out that I have misunderstood Patriarch Chu for so many years, and he is the enemy!"

"Today I will take the place of Dao and eradicate Wen Qiushi!!"

A group of people shouted, wanting to catch Wen Qiushi and beat him up, but it was just thinking about it, not to mention the many Tianzong disciples around, just Wen Qiushi's own talisman skills were frightening, no one wanted to Taste the power of the destructive talisman.

But no one expected that Wen Qiushi was really hurt.

In the evening, a piece of news came out from the mouths of Tianzong disciples, and then spread throughout the entire city as if with wings.

"Elder Wen's right hand is injured. I'm afraid it will be difficult to hold the pen. Tomorrow's final is in danger!"

On the eve of the final, there was an uproar.

"Injured?! What about tomorrow's game? The final!"

"I can't even hold a pen... It's over, it's over, I beat Elder Wen to win!"

"Can you postpone the talisman ratio? The most important thing for a talisman master? The most important hand is injured. What else is there to compare?"

"Sure enough, Elder Nan is the one chosen by the heavens, and now the Tianzhuan is included in the bag without any effort!"

"At this juncture, it was the hand that was injured. What a coincidence, I have to make conspiracy theories. The Lingzong..."

"False words! Is there any evidence? I also said that Wen Qiushi knew that he was going to lose to our Elder Nan, so he didn't dare to play, so he wrote and directed it himself!"

"Haha, I don't know what to fear! Who doesn't know that your Nan elders were intimidated by us for several days in retreat after hearing the elder talisman. Who is afraid of whom?"

The sudden injury was beyond everyone's expectations, and all parties were in a turmoil.

But no one knew exactly how Wen Qiushi was injured.

Kun bit disciple room.

The door was half open, and candlelight poured out from the room, casting a bright light in the corridor.

Zhang Jianjian and other Tianzong disciples stood in the hallway, and when they heard the young man screaming in pain from time to time in the room, his heart ached.

On the surface, Elder Wen howled in pain because of the medicine, but in fact, everyone understood that it was because he was going to lose in the final tomorrow, and his beloved Tianzhuan pen was about to fall into the hands of others... He was sad? Crying bitterly, venting his heart ?Depressed!

"Elder Wen really likes Tianzhuan, but it's a pity, there is no destiny."

"Oh, the spirit stone we bet on is gone."

"It's all the fault of the grapes!"

indoor.

Wen Qiushi was lying on the brocade couch, his face buried between the pillows, screaming in pain, the hand that was trying to retract was tightly held by Gu Moze.

Bei Momo applied the prepared medicine to his bloody right hand.

A hideous wound started from the root of the index finger and ran across the entire palm of Wen Qiushi's hand. For an ordinary person, his hand would have been useless.

Fortunately, although Wen Qiushi's spiritual power was low, he was a monk anyway, and he used his spiritual power to seal the blood flow in time. In addition, Bei Momo hadn't left yet, so he quickly treated the wound, and now he applied the elixir. After ten and a half months, he could recover Enron recovered.

When applying the medicine, Wen Qiushi felt that his hand was about to break off.

He was in so much pain that tears fell down involuntarily, but he was embarrassed to let everyone in the room see it, so he hid his cheeks and only whimpered from time to time.

After receiving the good medicine, Wen Qiushi's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and he was almost dying.

I regret taking that grape.

Just now in the courtyard, when Wen Qiushi saw a small grape that had been left behind on the stone table, he said, "Look, you are all alone, why not eat you up."

The grapes are silent.

When Wen Qiu accepted it, he stretched out his hand to grab it. Unexpectedly, when he grasped it, the grape suddenly turned into a sharp blade, and blood spattered everywhere in an instant.

It was a spell, he didn't see it through, and he was hit by it.

Wen Qiushi trembled with his bandaged hands, sat up slowly, sighed, and squinted to see Gu Moze's eyelids drooping, his superior jaw line was tight, his cheeks were bloodless, and he couldn't see any emotion.

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows, remembering that Gu Moze was beside him at the time, seeing the way his pupils constricted suddenly when he saw the splash of blood, he must have been shocked.

He coughed softly, and said in relief: "It's nothing serious, it's just a pain, don't be so serious."

After his words fell, Gu Moze hadn't reacted yet. Jia Tang, who was standing aside, rolled up his sleeves, angrily and sadly said: "I will definitely find out the person who plotted against Master, and tear him apart! But... ...."

Jia Tang's eyes were red, and he choked up, squatting on the side of the couch and holding Wen Qiushi's other hand.

"Master, I know you like Tianzhuan, but don't be too sad? Tomorrow's final, you can rest assured."

Wen Qiushi: "?"

He looked around and found Zhang Jianjian and others hiding at the door, Mu Qingyuan who was holding a jade slip in the room and frowning, and Bei Momo who brought hot tea. Hearing Jia Tang's words, they all looked at him in unison. , with hesitant comfort on his face.

Wen Qiushi blinked, looked at his injured right hand, then at his left hand, and suddenly realized.

"Wow!"

In the silence, choked up sobs, the young man on the bed turned pale, as if he had realized it after a while, and finally came to his senses, linking the hand injury with the victory or defeat of the final, and let out a desperate wail.

"I, my hand can't hold the pen, I can't draw symbols..."

"I'm going to lose tomorrow."

The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his head, revealing the red eye sockets from crying when he took the medicine, and instantly grabbed everyone's heart.

Have they ever seen Wen Qiushi look so pitiful and helpless?

Jia Tang and Zhang Jianjian were the first to cry.

"Elder, don't give up on yourself!"

"Master, sooner or later I will buy the Tianzhuan for you, don't be sad, Master!"

Mu Qingyuan clenched his hands on the jade slip, and his face rarely showed a stern look, "Don't worry, Uncle Qi, I will find out the real culprit and leave it to you to deal with!"

Bei Momo knew the importance of Tianzhuan to Wen Qiushi. What's more, Wen Qiushi has no cultivation level now and doesn't remember anything. It would be a heavy blow for Tianzhuan to fall into the hands of others.

Her voice trembled slightly: "Brother Qiushi, can you ask Fuhui to postpone the finals? You created Fuhui, and the heavenly seal was given to you by the Holy Lord. You just take back what belongs to you. , no one has the right to stop it, not even the Lord of the Northern Territory?!"

Jia Tang said: "But? It will come true."

Bei Momo said: "Then let the Lord of the Northern Territory deal with it. It's because of his sudden anger that he took out the Tianzhuan to cause trouble!"

Wen Qiushi saw that each of them said something, all of which were meant to protect him, and his heart warmed slightly. Just as he was about to say "I don't pretend anymore, in fact...", he found that the young man closest to him had disappeared.

Wen Qiushi used the elbow of the injured hand to pestle Gu Moze, "Well, you...hum,"

"A word of comfort,"

He was shy, but? He didn't have the nerve to finish the sentence.

At this time, a slender shadow fell on the ground at the door, and Chu Baiyue stepped into the room, her hair still tied in a jade crown, dressed in white clothes, her slightly wet shoulders revealed the smell of night rain.

Chu Baiyue's eyes fell on the figure on the brocade couch, and her brows frowned instantly.

"You are hurt."

When Wen Qiu saw him, he suddenly remembered the scene of taking the young man in white to the flower building, rolled his eyes slightly, and raised his injured hand at the person who was walking.

"That's right, Chu Baiyue, I'm hurt,"

Wen Qiushi changed his voice and lowered his head, as if he was about to choke out of sadness, and said in a muffled voice: "I can't win tomorrow, Tianzhuan is about to leave me, alas..."

Chu Baiyue was stunned by the three words "Chu Baiyue" that directly called her name. She was slightly shocked, but she hadn't recovered from her expression when she saw the young man sighing on the couch, and subconsciously said, "Why? Why? Can't win?"

Wen Qiushi stopped sighing and raised his head with a puzzled expression. He and Chu Baiyue, who also showed doubts, looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, he shook the right hand of the wrapped rice dumpling again at Chu Baiyue, and reminded: "My right hand is injured, and I won't be able to draw a talisman tomorrow, so how can I win?"

Chu Baiyue looked at him and was stunned for a while.

"Aren't you left-handed?"

Jia Tang and the others in the room cried out, and the young man's shaking right hand froze.

Wen Qiushi: "Huh?"

Actually, did you know? !