Dressed as a sick beauty

All eyes from the room flooded in, with a few hazy tears in their eyes.

Leng Buding was exposed, Wen Qiushi stretched out his left hand? The index finger, and brushed a strand of small dragon beard on the lower forehead, and explained: "It's like this, my right hand? I can also draw talismans, but the left hand? It's smoother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Tang, who was pointing his nose up, breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Master's left hand could also be used, and felt affectionately mistaken, and shed tears in vain.

He hummed softly, wiped his eyes, looked at Wen Qiushi's left hand playing with his hair on the couch, and suddenly realized, "Master, your left hand is smoother?!"

Wen Qiushi said, "Left-handed."

Jia Tang was silent for a moment, and muttered softly: "You drew symbols before, but in the comparison of symbols...you used your right hand?"

If you are not comfortable with your hand, you can draw to that level. How about switching to your dominant hand?

Jia Tang thought about it for a while, and goose bumps all over his body.

terrible.

After making a fuss for a while, Wen Qiushi felt tired between his brows, yawned, looked left and right, and finally landed on the man with the jade crown. After deliberating, he asked, "What's the important thing for Patriarch Chu to come here?" ?”

When Chu Baiyue heard the word 'patriarch', the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and she was silent for a while when she looked at Wen Qiu, "Come and see you, I'll find Miss Bei on the way, and I have something to discuss with her."

Wen Qiushi suddenly realized, and thanked Bei Momo. After being stuffed with a bunch of bottles and cans by her, he waved his hand and sent the two of them away.

The night sky was full of moonlight, Chu Baiyue and Bei Momo walked together, attracting a lot of attention along the way, passers-by whispered, but the two looked calm and didn't care.

Leaving Kunzifang, on the way to the medical hall.

Chu Baiyue asked: "How much did you tell him about the past?"

"No," Bei Momo's veil fluttered gently in the cold wind, "I'm afraid that brother Wen Yu will recall the past, which will only add to the sadness. Back then..."

There was a slight choke in her throat, and she suddenly couldn't speak. When she heard the news of Yu Yu's death, she felt that the sky was falling, and she regretted and hated it at the same time.

"I should have noticed it a long time ago. After the failure of the soul sacrifice, I learned that it was destroyed by someone from the Holy Palace. Brother Wenyu changed. He just didn't smile, but after that time, his heart became cold. He was like... ...there is nothing left to remember about this world.”

Chu Baiyue's footsteps paused, her light eyes were stained with the chill of the night, her thin lips moved slightly, she didn't know whether to say it to her or to herself.

"He was trying to suppress all ghosts, but unfortunately Sen Luo Palace attacked him, so he died."

The two of them were silent for a while, and the medical center was not far in front of them. Bei Mo Momo fanned his eyelashes lightly, glanced at the man beside him, and stopped talking: "Soul Sacrifice...Brother Wen Yu do you know?"

"He doesn't know," Chu Baiyue nodded slightly, "It's almost successful, thank you for your help."

Bei Momo showed joy on his face: "Great, if you still need me, just come to me."

Chu Baiyue responded, watched her walk into the gate of the hospital, and walked away, her slender figure gradually disappearing into the hazy moonlight.

After everyone left one after another, Wen Qiushi fell asleep.

He didn't have a good sleeping position, and was worried that he would crush his injured arm when he turned over, so he planned to tie his wrist with a rope to fix a small range of movement space.

But? Gu Moze took the rope away: "Uncle Master, rest, I will watch."

Wen Qiushi said: "I can't stay awake all night."

"I can," Gu Moze pushed him down on the bed, holding his injured right wrist.

The young man's knuckles were very light, as if he was dealing with a fragile object, and his fingertips trembled. If he felt something when he heard Qiu, Gu Moze was probably blaming himself.

I heard that this spell is not very advanced, and many people know it and can see through it, but unfortunately neither he nor Gu Moze knows any spells, and they didn't notice anything unusual.

At that time, when Gu Moze watched him speak to Little Putao and reached out to hold it, the corners of his lips even curled into a rare smile.

No one expected that the next moment, blood flowers would bloom.

Asking Gu Moze to watch over the night might make him feel more at ease. Wen Qiushi groaned for a moment and moved inside, leaving a large space beside the bed. His injured right hand rested on the quilt, "If you are sleepy, Let's go to bed and sleep."

The candles in the room were extinguished, and Gu Moze stared at the young man who was fast asleep with dark eyes, and took out a blood-stained sharp knife for a moment.

This is a sharp blade disguised as a grape after being cast.

There are many people who know this spell, not to mention the elders of the suzerain, even the more powerful disciples can do it, the scope is too wide, and even if there are suspects and no evidence can be found, even the elders of the Tianzong can only suffer from this dark loss .

But? Gu Moze doesn't need evidence, he just needs to know who it is.

Gu Moze closed his eyes and held the sharp blade tightly. In the room filled with dim light, thousands of threads of blood suddenly appeared. One side wrapped around the sharp blade, and the other quickly extended to the room, forming a dense network, silently in the dark night through everyone's body.

In the end, the blood line that no one noticed stayed on a middle-aged man.

Gu Moze opened his eyes, a stern look appeared on his handsome face.

The Talisman Dao Contest is a major event in the Fu world, but looking at the entire cultivation world, there are very few Talisman masters, so in previous years, there was no big disturbance, but? This time, the Tianzhuan pen first attracted the world's Talisman masters to gather in Lanyue City After the competition, Wen Qiushi was born later, and his talisman attainments surpassed that of Nanduyi, who was in the grip of victory.

The degree of excitement can be called the best in history.

The event was unprecedented.

The Fubi finals were held at the top of the mountain. Before dawn, there was an endless stream of people carrying lanterns and walking up the mountain.

Many of them are lit with green lotus lanterns, and when viewed from a distance, they look like a section of flooded green gauze slowly spreading from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Wen Qiushi was injured last night, and the sudden change became the biggest topic near the final.

Put your ears to listen, all sigh.

"Why are you so careless? You were injured on the eve of the final, and you lost without a match. It's really uncomfortable!"

"How bad is the injury, can you still hold the pen?"

"I'm afraid not. It's said that the right hand is wrapped like a shrimp claw. The four fingers are close together, and only the thumb can barely move!"

"Oh, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I don't know if Wen Qiushi will be there. Who would have thought that Nan Duyi would win the championship lying down in the final!"

The final venue is larger than the semi-final and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

With only half an hour left before the final, the entire Wendao Mountain was packed with people, the stands were packed, and crowds were everywhere.

Nan Duyi, dressed in a red-breasted white robe uniformed by Fuhui, appeared on the field surrounded by disciples of the Spirit Sect. His face was slightly pale, as if he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were faintly blue, and his brows were full of tiredness .

Usually, wherever he appears, there are voices of admiration for his appearance, or praise for his youth? He is promising and has great talisman skills.

But today, Nan Qiluo and Bei Momo, who rarely appear in front of the world, show up at the same time. Even though they are wearing veils, they are still very pleasing to the eye. I see too many eye-catching people. Everyone is concerned about their appearance. It's gone? How much? Pay attention.

As for the talisman, the semi-finals are obvious to all.

Not against him, but all the contestants this time? There is a gap between Wen Qiushi's talisman skills.

Therefore, when Nanduyi entered the arena from the south entrance, there was no big disturbance. Everyone focused on the opposite north entrance, waiting anxiously.

"Will Elder Wen come?"

"The game is about to start, and I haven't seen the figure yet, so I probably abstained!"

"Hey, if I were him, I wouldn't come, so what if I come, why don't I just watch my opponent? Win without a fight, and get the Tianzhuan in the bag, it's a heartache!"

While everyone was guessing, a figure appeared at the north entrance and stepped into the arena unhurriedly.

The moment Wen Qiushi appeared, the buzzing sound suddenly subsided, and his eyes flocked to his right side. When he saw the hand wrapped in shrimp claws, the heart of the person who had been lucky was cold. half.

"It turns out that the rumors are not exaggerated at all, I really can't hold the pen!"

"It's a pity, it's a lifetime regret to miss Tianzhuan due to accidental injury!"

"It's admirable to come to the competition with such an injury, and not to back down!"

"It's useless to come here! Why don't you stay in your room to recuperate your injuries, and when the game starts, you can't even hold your pen and stand on the field, watching Nan Duyi making talismans with a pen, isn't it embarrassing?"

"Don't despair, say? Maybe Elder Wen came here because he thought of a good countermeasure!"

"Haha, there are still countermeasures, what countermeasures do you think? Come and listen? Nezha, who transforms in place, has three heads and six arms?"

"Hahaha, nonsense."

The phrase "There are countermeasures" has attracted countless people to refute.

But rebuttals are rebuttals. Everyone said that it was impossible, but in fact, there was a glimmer of hope in their hearts, hoping that Wen Qiu would suddenly remove the white cloth and say that the injured hand had healed up this morning, otherwise, How boring the long-awaited final must be.

But? Looking forward to this point, when the competition started, Nan Duyi had already drawn dozens of talismans, and Wen Qiushi was still picking up and dropping pens repeatedly.

"Pa-ta", the dream was shattered.

"It's gone, it's gone this time."

"Hands? It's wrapped like a bun. How can I hold the pen? Oops, the pen fell off again! Damn it dropped again!"

"Half an hour has passed, and the talisman paper has not been written. I am dying of anxiety!"

"I don't want to read it. I'm afraid I can't help but jump down and help him hold the pen in his hand. Don't pick it up! Please don't pick up the pen! Give each other a good time! Abstain!"

On the arena, the figure in Tsing Yi touched the long brush on the ground with his injured hand, moved his thumb slightly, and slowly clamped it like pliers, then stood up, returned to the wide and flat table, raised his right elbow slightly , trembling, dipped the nib of the pen in some ink, and moved it over the rice paper.

With his thumb on the body of the pen, he is about to write the first drawing on the paper.

This is the closest time to success. How patient were you just now? The exhausted crowd subconsciously held their breath and stared closely.

The uproar in the arena suddenly subsided, and under the eyes of everyone, Wen Qiushi's injured hand shook, and the pen that had been given high hopes fell down, rolled over the rice paper, rolled over the table, and finally landed on the ground.

The audience was silent, and there was an uproar? It reached the point of indignation.

"Damn it! Don't watch it! I'm a pig!"

"After watching it for half an hour, I feel like I'm the one who picked up the pen... I'm going crazy!"

I have never seen such an "exciting" final, and the spectators on the sidelines were on the verge of going crazy.

Wen Qiushi heard the buzzing sounds around him, accompanied by screams and breakdowns from time to time, making noise, wondering what they were making a fuss about.

He looked at the injured hand, moved his thumb, and picked up the pen on the ground.

The final competition lasted all day, and in the morning the competition was to draw all kinds of talismans at the specified time to see who could master the most talismans.

It's still early to the end time, and the early completion of the drawing is out of respect for the opponent? You can't leave the field early.

Wen Qiushi estimated the time and remembered that Bei Momo asked his injured right hand to move properly, so he decided to make full use of the time on the field to move his right hand by holding the pen repeatedly.

But? I don't know why, the surrounding noise is getting louder and louder.

Wen Qiushi raised his head and found countless pairs of fire-breathing eyes.

"?"

He moved his thumb with a puzzled face, and raised his ears to listen to the noisy sound. After a while, he understood a thing or two.

I thought they were all watching Nanduyi's talisman, but they turned out to watch him exercising his right hand.

What's so good about this?

Wen Qiushi shook his head helplessly, planning to change his hand to draw talismans so as not to cause trouble outside the arena, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gu Moze's figure.

Gu Moze was not with the other Tianzong disciples. He was alone in a corner. His eyes did not fall on the stadium, but on the opposite stand.

The distance was too far, and Wen Qiushi couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. He turned his head and looked in the direction of his gaze, only to see where the disciples of the Lingzong were. Looking at the figure of Nan Duyi in the arena, he showed an extremely gratified expression.

Sensing his gaze, Meng Yuzhi stared back, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his lips curled up into an inexplicable smile.

Wen Qiushi narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly realized something.

With a shake of his right hand, the pen, which he could not hold tightly, landed on the ground again. From a long distance away, he could hear Meng Yuzhi's sneer.

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows, retracted his gaze, and continued to pick up the pen in a leisurely manner, but this time, he put on an appearance that he couldn't even pick up the pen.

In a blink of an eye, the game time is more than half.

At this time, on the field, Nan Duyi on the left kept on drawing nearly a hundred talismans, while the young man on the right squatted alone, with his head down, unable to pick up the pen from the ground after trying again and again. , you can only move the pen body with your thumb.

Somewhat pathetic.

In the stands, the patiently looking at the pen? Exhausted, the anxious shouting gradually disappeared.

When the penultimate stick of incense was lit, no one said the harsh words of "abstaining from voting", "don't pick it up again", and "let each other go". in the mouth.

Someone said something, "His hands are bleeding."

Everyone looked at it, and their hearts seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand.

The clean white cloth that wrapped Wen Qiushi's right hand? I don't know when it was dyed red. Blood gushed out from the wound on his palm and spread. His face was pale, as if he was affected by the severe pain of the wound, and layers of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Wet a few strands of black hair?

The hand that was still trying to pick up the pen was trembling.

It hurts to the extreme.

But never give up.

"I can't bear it? Look at it, it's too miserable..."

"Hey, who would have thought that he would be injured last night, and the most tormenting thing in his heart must be Elder Wen himself."

"Why is it such a coincidence? It happened to be a hand? Injured! I see that group of Lingzong people are laughing happily? Could it be their hands?!"

"Nine times out of ten, if Elder Wen is injured, isn't Nan Duyi the one who benefits the most? Look at the smile that can't be hidden on Sect Master Ling's face, I'm sorry!"

"That's all for the Lingzong. Look at the disciples of the Tianzong. They saw their elders struggling in the field, but their expressions were numb, as if nothing had happened. They are wolf-hearted? Dog-lung fellows!"

"Exactly, I thought that the people of Tianzong sect were really harmonious as rumored, but now? It seems that they are disgusting!"

Mu Qingyuan and others, who were suddenly named, encountered a group of contemptuous gazes. Their expressions became subtle, and they looked at Wen Qiushi, who was still picking up a pen in the field, hesitant to speak, and said bitterly? No out.

"My passers-by can't stand it anymore! Why are you still indifferent?!"

"Isn't he your elder? Just look at him so coldly?"

"Where is Elder Wen? What kind of life is Tianzong living, a bunch of white-eyed wolves!"

Being accused for no reason, some wronged disciples couldn't help but want to explain, and were about to speak, when they were interrupted by a heart-piercing "Master——".

Everyone heard the news and looked.

A young figure ran out from among the disciples of Tianzong, his boots and gold chains clanging.

Jia Tang hurried to the guardrail, called "Master" sadly, raised his face covered with tears, and shouted at Wen Qiushi who was still squatting on the ground: "Master, pick up your hand again!" ?It's useless! It's useless! Don't try again!"

"Give up, I beg you!" For a moment, the entire venue fell into silence.

Only Jia Tang's "Apprentice, I beg you—" filled with sincere tears echoed, and immediately, countless people were moved by this touching master-student relationship.

"Although those disciples of Tianzong have no heart or lungs, fortunately, there is a disciple who at least knows how to love Master!"

"In the past, I only thought Jia Tang was a playboy, but his roar from the bottom of his heart completely changed my view of him!"

"I think? Remember? My master is crying, and my eyes are a little sore."

"Oh, Xiaotang is a good boy," Fu Lao patted Pavilion Master Jia's shoulder with red eyes, "I'm getting old, I can't see these things."

"He's a good boy, but..." Pavilion Master Jia stared at Jia Tang, who was streaming with tears and snot, and was touched in his heart, but somehow felt something was wrong, and couldn't say it out.

When he almost died in Huangquan before, he had never seen Jia Tang cry so ugly.

Wen Qiushi was yelled at by Jia Tang until he dropped his pen.

He glanced sideways at "Heart? Pains him", and his heart hurt so much that he pounded on the railing. Jia Tang, who hated himself for being useless, gave a thumbs up silently.

Cattle--

Jia Tang was still heartbroken in front of the fence.

"Master! Your hand?... If you pick it up again, it will be useless!"

"I know you don't want to lose, but don't accept your fate! Who let you be murdered!"

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"plot?!"

"Sure enough, the injury was not accidental. Could it be true..."

Everyone's eyes fell on the Lingzong side in unison. Meng Yuzhi squinted his eyes like a fox, without any expression on his face. The disciples behind him broke their kung fu collectively, and their faces turned blue and red.

"What are we doing? Our Lingzong will not do such despicable things!"

"Yes! Is there any evidence? Don't spit blood!"

"Elder Nan is a celestial talisman master. Does he need to plot against others? What nonsense!"

The Lingzong disciple tried to defend himself, but was quickly overwhelmed by a flood of doubts.

When they were fighting red-faced and outnumbered, Meng Yuzhi raised his hand to stop them, "Why? They said? Go, there is only one incense stick left, you Elder Nan will win, just watch carefully."

Meng Yuzhi's words were like a reassurance pill. The disciples of the Lingzong gradually calmed down and began to immerse themselves in the joy of Nanduyi winning the championship and about to get the Tianzhuan pen.

Some people saw that Jia Tang was still there, and tried to persuade them, couldn't help but sneered, and said to the figure in the field: "Elder Wen, time is running out, even if you have your hand? Well, you can't draw so fast, why don't you just listen to your disciple and put down the pen?" Come on, lest you ask for trouble."

The man proudly said? Finished, and in a blink of an eye, the saliva flooded the sky and covered the sky.

Everyone looked at the blood-stained white cloth, thinking? Wen Qiushi, who is so powerful in talisman skills, was plotted against, and couldn't even hold his pen in the final, so he was already worried? It was uncomfortable and resentful, but at this moment someone popped his head and dared to ridicule wantonly .

"It's none of your business! People think? Take a pen and a pen. Is it hindering you?"

"It's not until the last moment, what's wrong with not giving up? A disciple of the Little Spirit Sect, dare to be presumptuous in public and challenge yourself? Let's talk!"

After crackling, everyone's eyes fell back to the thin figure in the arena.

Full of pity.

Some empathetic people were already choked up with tears, and some shook their heads and said with emotion: "In the past, when I encountered some setbacks in my practice, I just wanted to give up. Today, I know that the elders are indomitable, and I know regret."

"Enough is enough, Master,"

Jia Tang spoke at the right time, crying, "Your hand? It's too bad. It's impossible to win. Give up!"

What he said spoke the voice of everyone's heart.

Many?

"Right now, it's impossible to win."

Facing so many voices of persuasion, Wen Qiushi was stunned for a moment, picked up the pen on the ground, and slowly stood up.

"Impossible to win?"

His face was pale, and he muttered in a low voice, as if he refused to accept this fact.

"I do not understand."

The people who witnessed this scene felt even more uncomfortable, and silently wiped away their tears in the stands.

Losing in such a way, no one can accept it.

Poor Elder Wen...

Jia Tang pointed at the Lingzong disciple who had taunted just now, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, what he said makes sense? Even if the injured hand is healed, it's too late."

"That's right, even if it's the healed right hand, it's impossible to draw thousands of talismans in such a short period of time." Wen Qiu said while glancing at Sect Master Ling.

Meng Yuzhi stared at him with a half-smile. Seeing this, the corners of his lips raised a little, and his lips moved silently, "I won't let anyone take away what belongs to Duyi."

Wen Qiushi's expression changed instantly, and Meng Yuzhisen smiled coldly.

But? Next moment.

His smile condensed on his face.

The young man in the arena raised his left hand that had been hanging by his side, smiled at him, and then made a throat-cutting motion.

Wen Qiushi retracted his gaze, took off the pen inserted horizontally between his black hair, and in the sight of countless astonishment, he smoothly turned the pen with his left hand.

Between his five fair and slender fingers, the straight body of the pen turned back and forth without any bumps, from the thumb to the little finger, from the center of the hand to the back of the hand, countless phantoms appeared, as if they were about to turn over. Flowers come.

At the moment of pause, everyone felt that a long time had passed, and when they came back to their senses, they found that it was only in the blink of an eye.

Before they could react, ink was flying on the desk in front of Wen Qiushi, and stacks of talisman paper went from being empty of ink to revealing the talisman pattern in just an instant.

The audience was suddenly silent, and a needle could be heard.

On one side of the world, only the fingertips of the young man flipped the talisman paper.