Dressed as a sick beauty

Wen Qiushi came early, dressed in a red-breasted white dress, with black hair pulled up, sat in the seat arranged in advance, very close to the Taoist platform, and there were few seats around.

It makes him dominate one side and is extremely conspicuous.

As the finale of Tianzhuan, he had to wait a while to get it. When the rest of the talisman masters arrived one after another, he heard a cold snort when he heard Qiu. Lin sat on it.

Chu Tianlin sensed his gaze and stared back unceremoniously.

In fact, besides staring at people, he didn't know what expression to make. Worried about being ridiculed, he took the lead in snorting: "Don't be complacent, our Patriarch is here!"

Wen Qiushi: "?"

Think he'll be intimidated?

Chu Baiyue didn't see him, but Chu Baiyang came over with a hesitant face? He didn't join the Lingzong disciples who left yesterday, and returned to the sect later.

The matter of recruiting disciples from each sect and faction has already been completed. If it weren't for the Grand Competition of Fu Dao, they wouldn't have stayed in Lanyue City for so long.

Tianzong, Beiyu, Nanling and others are all preparing to leave today.

Chu Boyang approached and said hello, handed Wen Qiushi a plate of peeled grapes, chatted a few words, and asked casually, "Is Elder Wen going back to Tianzong?"

Wen Qiushi's right hand was injured, and he couldn't eat grapes even if he was greedy.

He looked at the pulp in the glazed cup, his eyes were dimly lit, he put it in his mouth and said: "I won't return."

The original master master Sheng Lingze wanted to see him, but even if it wasn't his wish, Wen Qiushi had taken away his apprentice's home, and when he went to see his master again, he would feel somewhat uncomfortable when facing his elders.

Now that Tianzhuan is in his hands, he plans to travel around as originally planned to get a thorough understanding of the world.

"No? Then where are you going?" Chu Baiyang asked in surprise.

Wen Qiushi glanced at him sideways: "I don't know, I'll know after rolling the dice."

Chu Baiyang: "..."

Chu Boyang wanted to leave when he got the answer, but in order not to be so obvious, he sat on pins and needles in the chair and waited for a while before getting up and leaving.

The seat is empty.

Sit down after a while? One person stands behind the chair.

A child of the Northern Territory, Ke Liubaisheng.

"Can I have one?" Bai Sheng tilted his head, looking eagerly at the crystal clear grapes.

He was wearing a robe embroidered with gold thread. He was tall, but he would reach the age of the crown in a short time. Because of his natural dullness, his every move was full of childishness.

Bai Sheng raised his fair and handsome cheeks, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand towards Liulizhan after asking.

Snapped!

Ke Liu beat him halfway.

"Bai Sheng, it's very rude of you to do this."

Bai Sheng withdrew his hand aggrievedly, and blew at the place where he was beaten, "I asked."

Ke Liu taught him a lesson: "You have to wait for others to say 'yes' before you can eat."

Bai Sheng turned his head and looked at Wen Qiushi expectantly.

"Please." Wen Qiushi held up the glass cup.

Bai Sheng continued to look at him, Wen Qiu raised his eyebrows, and moved forward to hand it over, "Eat it."

Bai Sheng remained motionless, with a pitiful look in his eyes, swallowed his saliva, but held back his hand.

Wen Qiushi came to his senses and said, "Yes."

Bai Sheng immediately took the glazed cup happily, and ate the remaining ten grapes in one go.

Wen Qiushi's expression froze and his heart was bleeding.

Either way, at least leave one for him!

"Is Elder Wen planning to return to Tianzong?" Ke Liu asked.

A familiar question sounded, and Wen Qiushi looked away from the glazed cup, "Not yet."

Ke Liu invited: "In this case, why not come to the Holy Palace."

Bai Sheng clapped his hands and welcomed him: "The Holy Palace is doing well, it has grown a lot of delicious grapes."

Wen Qiushi's refusal? Turned a corner of his mouth, a little moved, "Really? How many? How delicious?"

"It's the best food in the world, but?," Bai Sheng spread his hands, "it was gone ten years ago. The domain owner made me shovel it clean, not even the roots are left."

Wen Qiushi: "..." Yu Chenyan!

Ke Liubaisheng quickly came to the stage to receive the award, and then it was him. Wen Qiushi stared at the red-glowed heavenly seal on the stage, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, feeling that things are right and people are wrong.

He lowered his head, and flicked the small bell on his wrist as if to divert his attention.

At this time, a wave of spiritual power came from the distant sky, and "boomed" across the top of Moon City, dissipating the remaining prestige to a farther place.

When Wen Qiu looked up, there were discussions all around.

"Two spiritual powers are mixed in it, someone is fighting!"

"The remaining prestige of the collision of spiritual power is so tyrannical that it has spread to Lanyue City. There are only a handful of people in the world who can do this!"

"Who is it?!"

The source of spiritual power is located at the edge of the Northern Territory.

The continuous mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, surrounded by white mist in the early morning, a group of Lingzong flew with their swords all night, found a flat place to land, and rested for a while before heading on their way.

In the mountains and forests, there are towering trees covering the sky and the sun, the ground is covered with jagged rocks, and the deafening roars of spirit beasts resound from time to time, making people feel uneasy.

Several Lingzong disciples gathered together, their faces full of vigilance.

"There are so many spirit beasts here, can't it be the territory of some big monster?"

"What are you afraid of, the suzerain is here, which monster dares to make a mistake!"

"I have a map here... No, this is the lair of the big monster Bi Fang! Report it to the suzerain!"

The disciples turned their backs, and the man holding the map turned his head and walked towards Meng Yuzhi. He hesitated for a moment, and then took his steps back.

The suzerain has been black-faced since Nanduyi's defeat yesterday, and it still hasn't diminished. Whoever disturbs whoever is unlucky at such a time will be wrathed by the thunder.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Although Bi Fang is disturbing, but such a big monster, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to provoke, the other party doesn't bother to have trouble with us monks? Don't go."

"Yes, too."

Meng Yuzhi stood alone, his face gloomy.

After resting for about a stick of incense, the Lingzong disciples got up, and Meng Yuzhi stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, intending to continue on his way.

At this moment, the branches and leaves on the big tree trembled, and a figure stopped everyone.

The man who jumped down from the tree was wearing a black brocade suit, his figure was slender and straight, his girdle was embroidered strangely, like drops of ferocious blood spattering, his face was wearing a black mask with dark red curse patterns flowing, his right hand Holding a silver sword.

The sword is a bit strange, the whole body is white and clear, it is not known what kind of material it is made of, and it looks good.

But this sword is not sharpened.

Meng Yuzhi's expression changed, he wondered when this person came, and he didn't notice it at all, his heart sank slightly, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw the unsharp Yinxue sword.

In the next second, Meng Yuzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, his face showed a look of horror, and he looked at the man holding the sword in disbelief.

The young disciples of Lingzong didn't recognize this sword, but Meng Yuzhi did.

The magic sword drinks blood.

Back then, the demon king Suye's saber was called Yinxue at first, but he didn't want to do murder if he didn't cut the blade, and later he called him drinking blood.

Still not sharpened, under the sword? But there are countless dead souls.

If he hadn't been convinced that Suye was buried under the holy sword, and there were no bones left, Meng Yuzhi would almost have thought that the person who came was the demon king who had been resurrected from the dead.

It's not the Demon Lord, nor is it Su Moye, the current master of Senluo Palace.

Who else could it be?

Meng Yuzhi stared at the person in front of him, and suddenly remembered a rumor.

Some time before the Demon Slayer War in Meteor Valley, it was rumored that there was a young hall master in Senluo Palace, a three to four-year-old child named Su Ze, who had a nose and eyes, but no one had ever seen it before. , Sen Luo Temple was turned upside down, but no clues were found.

No one knew about the interrogation of the disciples of Senluo Palace, so everyone had to treat it as a rumor.

But today, Meng Yuzhi recognized the blood-drinking sword that had disappeared for many years.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword had slender knuckles. It looked like a young man, and he had to think about it.

Meng Yuzhi raised his hand to stop the disciple who was about to come forward, his face was gloomy.

"Your Excellency? Who is it and why is it blocking people's way?"

Without saying a word, the masked man drew a sword flower, smoothly, and immediately aimed the sword at Meng Yuzhi.

Cold light appeared.

All the beasts in the forest fled, and the exploding vast spiritual power spread far away.

After half an hour.

The long sword was stained with blood.

In an instant, the blood disappeared, as if it had been absorbed and swallowed by the sword.

Gu Moze withdrew his sword, washed his hands by the stream, closed his eyes and sensed that the breath of the soul bell was still in Lanyue City.

It is far away from Lanyue, it will take some time.

Not seeing anyone overnight, Gu Moze felt a little uneasy, and couldn't wait to go back. While thinking about it, a temperature so hot that it almost melted people came from above.

He raised his head.

A one-legged divine bird covered in flames spreads its wings and flies through the clouds.

The corners of Gu Moze's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking that he just needed a mount.

Kun room.

The Tianzong disciples who came back from the Daotai began to pack up their belongings and prepare to return to the sect.

Zhang Jianjian threw the packed luggage into the storage bag, sighed, "Return with a full load", opened the door, and saw Mu Qingyuan coming back with a jade slip in his hand, "When will the suzerain arrive? If you don't come, we have to leave !"

Mu Qingyuan said: "Hurry up."

He took the jade slips and looked at the closed door next door, "Has Uncle Qi tidied up yet?"

"No, it hasn't come out yet," Zhang Jianjian scratched the back of her head, "Speaking? Does the elder have anything to clean up? Just a few Tianzhuan pens, why did it take so long?"

Mu Qingyuan's complexion changed, and he opened the door and entered.

The windows in the room were wide open, no one was there, and a farewell letter was pressed on the most conspicuous place on the table.

Mu Qingyuan picked up the letter, and Zhang Jianjian looked at each other in blank dismay. The next moment, the two rushed out the door and greeted the Tianzong disciples in the courtyard.

"Elder Wen ran away, hurry up!!"

There are three gates in the south, west, north, and the east gate in Licheng. Today, the disciples of the various immortal sects left one after another. In order to avoid encountering each other on a narrow road and seeing each other disgustingly, they all avoided each other by coincidence.

Disciples from Nanling go through the south gate, disciples from the Northern Territory go out through the north gate, and disciples from Tianzong leave the west gate.

Three? The main gate is bustling with activity, and the already remote east small gate is getting more and more deserted.

Wen Qiushi appeared at the east gate with a bunch of candied haws. He was dressed in plain clothes, part of his black hair was pulled up with red braids, and a pen was inserted horizontally in his hair. His pale face looked sickly and weak, and his blinking autumn eyes revealed The fresh aura that couldn't be concealed attracted many people's attention.

After leaving the city gate, Wen Qiushi raised his chin slightly, looked up to the sky and took a deep breath, smelling the breath of freedom.

"Let's leave now, and see you again when we are destined." Wen Qiushi clasped his fists to bid farewell to the city, with reluctance and sadness on his face.

As soon as he turned around, he took a bite of the candied haws with a smile on his face, raised his eyes and prepared to stride forward.

Suddenly, his feet stopped.

With his hands behind his back, Chu Baiyue stood still in front of him, blocking the wide avenue for him to move forward.

The smile on Wen Qiushi's face froze, and when he didn't see it, he lowered his head and planned to go around? Chu Baiyue's figure flashed and appeared in front of him, "Have you finished rolling the dice?"

Wen Qiushi looked up helplessly, and said, "Throw it."

Chu Baiyue's shallow eyes drooped slightly: "The ghost building is not a good place to go."

Wen Qiushi: "?!"

Throwing dice is a joke, he had already made up his mind to go to the haunted building, if he could walk to the end, he would see the legendary poor prison gate.

It was the place where he died as Wen Yu, and it was also the place where he first appeared.

The moment he got the Tianzhuan, Wen Qiushi awakened some of his vague memories.

In his memory, in front of a bronze gate with complicated and strange runes, he was holding a book and looking around blankly, when Yu Cangwu, the lord of the Northern Territory at that time, came and found him.

"Whether it's a good place or not, you'll never know until you go there."

Wen Qiushi's surprised expression disappeared, he took a bite of the candied haws, and said vaguely: "I won't go to Nanling, you don't need to persuade me."

Chu Baiyue looked at him with dim eyes.

When he left a letter to Wen Qiu last time, he really did not intend to interfere with the freedom of the other party, but after returning to Nanling, he was worried and always thought of the night when Wen Yu died. Letting Wen Qiushi wander outside, he has to keep people by his side to feel at ease.

"I know you don't want to go, but your cultivation level is still low, and you will inevitably encounter danger when you are outside,"

Chu Baiyue's tone was gentle, but without any compromise, "I'm here to embrace the moon this time, just to bring you back to Nanling."

Wen Qiushi swallowed a sugar-coated hawthorn, and said unhurriedly: "I said, I won't go."

Chu Baiyue had expected his reaction for a long time, her expression remained unchanged, and she wanted to continue speaking, but a cold snort came from behind Wen Qiushi, "Patriarch Chu, don't you understand? Don't go, Nanling is not a treasured place of geomantic omen, I advise people to go there." What's the point?"

When the gate guard saw the Huaguan man, he hurriedly saluted.

"Meet the Domain Master!"

Yu Chenyan paced over, his eyes fell on Su Yi's figure, "You can go anywhere in the world, but the word 'back' can be used in the Holy Palace."

I don't know if I choked on the hawthorn I was eating, or there was a word 'back' stuck in my heart.

Wen Qiushi panicked with chest tightness: "For me? It's the same. If I don't go to Nanling, I won't go to Shenggong either."

"If you don't go back to the Holy Palace, then where do you want to go?" Yu Chenyan's expression darkened, his gaze flickered at his pale face, and he threw his sleeves behind him.

"I don't have any cultivation base at all. When you go out of the city gate, others can crush you to death with a single finger, and you want to run around."

Wen Qiushi heard the sneer, and squinted at him, "I want you to take care of it!"

Yu Chenyan choked.

It has been many years since no one dared to talk back to him, and when he was hit back suddenly, he didn't know what to say, so he stumbled: "Ben, I'm in charge, otherwise who will be in charge!"

Wen Qiu smiled angrily, and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, don't get in the way."

Yu Chenyan sensed a bit of disgust from his expression, his face turned blue and red, he simply didn't bother to be polite, and directly grabbed Wen Qiushi's wrist, intending to forcibly take him back to the Holy Palace.

Chu Baiyue was one second ahead of him and grabbed Wen Qiushi.

A gust of cool wind blew across and rolled up a few fallen leaves on the ground. The two of them grabbed Wen Qiushi's hand each, raised their eyes and signaled each other to let go with unkind eyes.

The atmosphere in front of the east gate suddenly froze.