Dressed as a sick beauty

A chilly wind passed through.

"This injury is quite serious," Wen Qiushi commented after being silent for a while, "If it is more serious, it may bleed."

Gu Moze hummed lightly, and on the way to retract his injured arm, he touched the wild pear in his hand intentionally or unintentionally with his fingertips, and then lay expressionlessly in front of him.

Wen Qiushi: "..."

The disciples of Tianzong spread out in a row, each with their heads up, staring at him with his white hand outstretched, handing out the wild fruit.

Gu Moze bit his mouth, and his handsome face, which was always ruthless, showed a bit of smugness.

Anyone can tell that Gu Moze is in a good mood right now.

"..."

The expressions of all the disciples were complicated, and the fear and fear in their hearts suddenly decreased a lot, and they just wanted to take a sip.

I read it wrong.

It turned out to be this kind of person!

After everyone recovered and succeeded in making breakthroughs one after another, they continued on their way.

Lanyue City is located in the northern region, and it is a world-renowned prosperous capital city. On the way to Moon City, Wen Qiushi learned to control spiritual power without a teacher. If he did not inject spiritual power into the rune, he would draw a rune again, and there would be no night. earth-shattering.

So he was idle and took a branch and drew around. Some disciples saw it and asked him if he was performing an evil curse ceremony. This is very bad.

Wen Qiushi laughed so much that he erased it casually, often staring at Mu Qingyuan, looking thoughtfully at the erased runes.

noon.

Someone said: "After crossing the Star Reaching Bridge, the Moon Lane City is ahead."

Wen Qiushi dropped the branch in his hand and looked up. Among the clouds and mist, a sky bridge spanning half of the mountain peak appeared in front of him.

When he approached, he found that the Zhaixing Bridge was actually made of cold ice. There was only a thin layer of ice on the bridge body, and there was a light white mist. Looking down from the bridge, the green shade thousands of feet below was reflected in his eyes.

Wen Qiushi glanced, his legs were weak: "Is the bridge solid?"

"Of course it is strong. It is said that when the master Fu was young, he wanted to blow up the bridge and rebuild it. He said that it was gaudy, and then he changed his way angrily."

Wen Qiushi asked, "Which way is there?"

Zhang Jianjian: "Go back from here, and go around most of Lanyue City."

Wen Qiushi nodded slightly, and said to the courteous elder's disciples behind him: "Go first, I feel a little uncomfortable, and I'll come later."

Hearing this, everyone came to him together, looking up and down worriedly.

"Where is the elder uncomfortable?"

"But it's cold?"

"I must be tired from the journey, so let me say Yujian is flying."

Wen Qiushi, who was squeezed by the bridge, was wearing a wide black fur. From his cheeks to his slender neck, he was always white without the light of day. A gust of wind passed by, and the hair on his shoulders was blown loose.

Amid the sound of condolences from everyone, he blinked his autumn eyes, and his face was inexplicably nervous, then he squatted down slowly by the bridge, covering his head with his hands.

"I have a stomach ache,"

A soft voice sounded by the bridge, "Oh, my stomach suddenly feels better..."

"It's the head." Gu Moze, who was closest to him, reminded him in a low voice.

Wen Qiushi was so frightened by the high-altitude scene that he became dizzy. After hearing the words, he changed his posture, covered his stomach and said, "Yes, isn't this a headache too? Hey, why did it suddenly hurt? It must be poisoned by eating wild fruits." The reason. Not good! Looks like I have to rest for a while, you guys go first!"

In the realm of self-cultivation, those with a high cultivation level can go to the sky to hide from the earth, and those with a low cultivation level can also fly with a sword. If the fact that a monk is afraid of heights is known, if it is spread, others will laugh out loud.

Although already notorious, Wen Qiushi still strives to maintain the last bit of face.

Mu Qingyuan frowned, squatted down, looked at the young man with his head buried, and handed over a elixir: "Detoxification elixir, Seventh Master Uncle swallows it, it will take effect very quickly."

Wen Qiushi: "..."

With a pale face, he glanced at Zhai Xingqiao, then at the pill, hesitated for a moment, and took it bravely.

Never thought that there would be a stumbling block, he pushed away the elixir, held his half-stretched hand, and pulled him up from the ground.

"what happened to you......"

Wen Qiushi looked at Gu Moze, before he could finish speaking, an extra hand appeared on his waist, his feet were empty, and he was hugged horizontally.

"?!"

Looking at the face so close, Wen Qiushi didn't even want to struggle.

"You let me go... let go,"

He grabbed Gu Moze's skirt with one hand, the fine velvet in the black fur swept over his chin, a blush appeared on his fair cheeks, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes that looked like autumn water were a little helpless.

No.

so many people watching.

Gu Moze lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the young man's panicked face, the hands around his slender waist tightened suddenly, and a hot feeling surged in his heart.

This sudden restlessness is somewhat similar to the restlessness caused by Fuhunzhu's counterattack, but it is completely different.

The same disturbed his state of mind, and the same made him unable to restrain his evil thoughts.

The difference is that the latter makes him have the urge to kill bloodthirstyly, while the former... makes him just want to hold the person in his arms, watching her crying with red eyes under him, unable to push and push.

"Close your eyes."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Wen Qiushi's whole body froze, and the surrounding ice and mist surged, apparently he had already stepped on the Star Reaching Bridge.

He wrapped his arms around Gu Moze's slender neck resignedly, closed his eyes, felt the throbbing and powerful heartbeat in the tight and generous chest, and the tips of his ears turned red unconsciously.

When the two gradually drifted away and were about to disappear from sight, the disciples at Qiaotou came back to their senses, looked at each other in blank dismay, and ran after them.

"Bastard! Let go of the elder!"

"He is your uncle! How can you be so disrespectful and do such rude things!"

"Gu Moze, you are too presumptuous!"

......

After crossing the Star Reaching Bridge, the huge city gate stood in front of it.

A group of people dressed in Tianyun clothes appeared in the city and immediately attracted a lot of attention. As the head of the Immortal Sect, Tianzong's blue-and-white-pattern robes full of immortality have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

After settling down at the inn, Wen Qiu went for a walk on the street in high spirits, followed by two imposing nephews, causing passers-by to turn their heads frequently.

"Isn't that the eldest disciple of Tianzong, Mu Qingyuan!"

"Gu Moze?! That disciple of Tianzong!"

"Who is that in front?"

"I don't know."

Wen Qiushi's face showed joy. Before going out, he was worried that he would be recognized by others, and would be smashed by rotten leaves and rotten eggs. Now it seems that although the original owner is notorious, not many people really recognize him.

The streets and alleys are bustling with each other, and the shops on both sides have all kinds of artifacts, spiritual herbs, and elixirs, but there are no magic symbols.

Wen Qiushi touched his waist, he was so poor that he didn't even have a storage bag, he hesitated to speak when he turned around.

"I'm hungry."

Mu Qingyuan was the first to react, and took out the spirit stone: "Uncle Seventh Master, please."

Although Feng Jing Wuya was ordered to monitor him, Wen Qiushi was pleasing to the eye when he saw people. Amid Gu Moze's sullen and annoyed expression, Chao Mu Qingyuan smiled slightly, "Thank you, I will pay you back sometime."

Wen Qiushi turned over the spirit stone in his hand, held it up in front of his eyes, and looked up at the scorching sun in the sky.

Sunlight shone through the crystal-clear spirit stones and shone on the young man's cheeks. His pale face, which had been sickly all year round, suddenly became a little rosy, and his lips became radiant. He seemed to come alive suddenly.

With black hair and snow skin, he raised his head and smiled in the dazzling light, which surprised many passers-by for a moment.

"This costume is the elder of Tianzong, I don't know who it is."

"Elder? Could it be that he is Nan Duyi, Elder Nan?!"

"That's the elder of the Spirit Sect!!"

"Hey, I thought it was Elder Nan. I heard that he will also come to this talisman conference."

"He is the leader of the Spirit Sect, and he arrived yesterday."

"Great, the conference is interesting."

......

Wen Qiushi's ears moved slightly, he put down the spirit stone, turned his head and looked at Gu Moze meaningfully, and then at Mu Qingyuan.

Nan Duyi, the darling of heaven in the book.

Compared to him, Gu Moze is probably the main character picked up.

At the finale, Nan Duyi was already the Ling Sect Master, and those standing beside him included but were not limited to the Tian Sect Master Mu Qingyuan at that time, the Chu Family Master Chu Baiyang, the Sen Luo Palace Master... and beside Gu Moze, No one was there.

And the most bloody part of the whole text is that Nan Du Yita... should have stood by Gu Moze's side!

In the book, Nan Duyi is cold and indifferent, unmoved by many suitors, and seeks the truth wholeheartedly, until some accidents happen, and the protagonist Gu Moze who rescued him is mistaken for Su, the master of the Senluo Palace who looks somewhat similar to him. Mo Ye, thereupon, a bloody and bloody plot unfolded.

Wen Qiushi covered his chest.

No, he would never allow this to happen.

Whoever saved it deserves the credit!

Wen Qiushi, who had calmed down a little, glanced around and walked into a restaurant.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard a lazy voice, "What kind of talisman, holy sword... I'm tired of hearing these deeds, can I have something new."

There is a lot of space in the restaurant. Looking from the ground floor, apart from the storyteller sitting on the stage, there is only one guest and the maid beside him.

This guest is the speaker.

I saw him squinting his eyes and sitting in the center, with several beautiful maids standing on the left and right sides, some of them fed peeled grapes to his mouth, some of them held a fan and shook them lightly, and some of them squeezed their shoulders and beat their legs. Shame on others.

The rest of the guests were all upstairs, Wen Qiushi went up the stairs to find an empty seat, and leaned in front of the railing, only then did he see the true face of the honored guest Lushan.

A child from a noble family, clamoring "Master is rich, rich" all over his body.

Dressed in fancy clothes, except for the beautiful jade around his waist, there is no storage bag that monks often hang, but looking closely at the two hands, there are five dazzling storage rings on ten fingers, just one of them, in the world of cultivation There is a price but no market, and people without status can't get it.

The man squinted his eyes, swallowed the grapes, and then shook his feet resting on the edge of the table. The small golden chains hanging on both sides of his boots made a crisp sound.

He said with a look of finding fault: "Are you good or not? Just talk about the deeds of the bad street. If you don't know anything else, I will leave."

Mr. Commoner on the stage frowned, his storyteller career was facing an unprecedented crisis.

Wen Qiushi stared at the dangling little gold chain, with this kind of dandyism, he should be a child of the Jia family, Jia Tang.

A rather interesting person.

Small eyes, no wonder it looks like squinting.

"Since Mr. Jia has opened his mouth, I won't hide it anymore," the storyteller pondered for a moment, then made up his mind and clapped his hands, "I'm going to say something different today, everyone, listen carefully."

Wen Qiushi took a cup of tea, leaned on the railing, and looked at the stage with interest.

"It is said that the realm of comprehension was divided into three, Northern Territory, Tianzong, and Senluo Hall. The masters of the three parties became sworn brothers. Among them, the eldest brother was the former Lord of the Northern Territory, Yu Cangwu, the saint, the second elder brother was the immortal emperor of Tianzong, and the third younger brother was It was the Demon Lord Suye. At that time, the world was peaceful, and the holy man's cultivation base was unpredictable, and his benevolence was broad and kind. At that time, the hearts of the people were in the direction of everyone, and under his leadership, the Northern Territory reached an unprecedented heyday."

"And during this period, the protagonist I'm going to talk about today, Misfortune, appeared in the Northern Territory!"

"?"

Wen Qiushi raised his eyebrows, the talisman making and holy sword that Jia Tang mentioned just now, didn't he talk about the talisman master Wen Yu, why did it suddenly become a disaster.

Who is this?

He looked puzzled, and the rest of the audience showed no peacekeeping.

The person on the stage continued: "Holy Venerable Wisdom Eye, rescued this young man of unknown origin and left him in the Northern Territory, and there will be a later story."

"It is said that shortly after the disaster took root in the Northern Territory, it did an amazing thing. The area connecting the mountains and the sea in the Northern Territory is the place with the strongest aura in the mainland. Countless holy grasses, mountain spirits and wild monsters were born there. Rare spirit beasts. Among them, the most mysterious is an ancient crow with the blood of Wushan. According to legend, it has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and its magic power is so powerful that no one can match it. It is such a descendant of ancient Wushan who was adopted as a spirit beast by misfortune .”

"This matter is well known, but do you know how he subdued this thousand-year-old crow?"

The storyteller picked up a piece of candy from the table and said leisurely, "The answer is to use sweet words that will kill you."

"He was unarmed at the time, and with just one mouth, he coaxed the thousand-year-old crow out of the mountains and seas, and has been following him ever since. It sounds unbelievable, but I swear by my clothes, it is true!"

Wen Qiushi listened with gusto, while the storyteller was drinking tea, he took the time to look back, the dishes were all served, the table was full of delicious food, mouth watering.

"I, I'm not hungry," Wen Qiushi reluctantly said out.

As a person who was kicked into the Taoist temple because he likes to "gossip and eat melons", he only picked up a plate of peanuts with wine.

People who eat melons, souls who eat melons, and people who eat melons are all masters.

The fly in the ointment is that there are no melon seeds, but there are peanuts instead, which is harmless. When Wen Qiu returned to the fence, he heard the person on the stage sigh: "What I am going to say next involves the current leaders of all parties. I think everyone will see you tomorrow." Here I am."

"One word is worth a thousand dollars," Jia Tang said, "Do you want to continue?"

As soon as the case was made on the stage, the eloquence was immediately eloquent: "It has been more than ten years since the battle against demons in the Meteor Valley, and now the one who stands at the top of the cultivation world is nothing more than the one from the Northern Territory, the one from the Chu family, and the one from the Senluo Temple...but No one knows that these few people who are in the limelight all have... unexplainable relationship with Huanhua!"

"Wow—"

The audience, who had been as quiet as a chicken just now, let out a uniform exclamation.

The whole restaurant is boiling!

"I have doubts for a long time! Sure enough!"

"A group of ignorant guys, went to the bookstore for a stroll, and nine out of ten of the story books are for the talisman master's Lalang."

"Those are irresponsible fabrications. Bai Xiaosheng of the Northern Territory swears by his clothes when he says these words, but his career as a storyteller is blocked. Can it be the same?!"

Wen Qiushi also opened his mouth wide in shock, threw a handful of peanuts, chewed for a while before recovering, his expression gradually became ambiguous.

——Unexpectedly, this talisman owner is also a romantic figure.

However, who are these people? The one from the Chu family should not be Chu Baiyue. He has a marriage contract, so isn't it...

"Presumptuous, don't ruin the reputation of the Patriarch!"

Wen Qiushi heard a loud shout from the opposite side. A young disciple poked his head out in front of the railing, raised his sword, and swung it down angrily. If it wasn't for someone pulling him, he would probably have jumped onto the stage.

"Dare to say one more word, be careful I will cut your tongue!"

The storyteller glanced at him, covered his mouth in horror, and his eyes fell on Jia Tang.

Jia Tang got up and laughed loudly towards the second floor: "I didn't name them. There are so many people in the Chu family. Why are you so anxious? You are so active in helping your brother to be seated."

After saying this, there was another uproar.

Everyone thought it was the Chu family's younger brother, never thought it would be such a coincidence that Chu Baiyue's younger brother Chu Baiyang was here.

Chu Baiyang's identity was exposed, and he was so angry that he was stared at from all directions: "Jia Shalen, today I will pluck your skin!"

Jia Tang's name is poor.

The most annoying thing in my life is who calls him by name.

Jia Tang laughed for a while, and shouted to the stage with a livid face, "Speak! Tell me loudly!"

Both sides were not easy to offend, the clothed man was sweating profusely, wiped it with a handkerchief, thought for a while, and said: "In this case, let's not talk about the Chu family today, let's talk about the one who has not been in the Chu family first."

"?!"

Jia Tang and Chu Baiyang, who were arguing, stopped at the same time, their eyes widened.

The guests present also looked incredible.

The person who has never been in the Chu family is probably the fiancée of the head of the Chu family, Nan Qiluo, the eldest lady of the Nan family!What is her relationship with the Fuzhu?Isn't Master Talisman and Patriarch Chu a close friend!Is it a good brother? !

Everyone started to think at the same time, whether they could leave the restaurant alive after listening.

So exciting!

Wen Qiushi was also stunned, so excited that he even stretched his weak body, except for the inexplicable coldness in his back, as if there was a gloomy gaze on it, everything was fine.

"You guys don't know, more than ten years ago, the Chu family was not the head of the family, so Aunt Nan was not necessarily his fiancée. At that time, Aunt Nan was the first beauty worthy of the name. , Even the genius doctor was helpless, Aunt Nan almost disappeared, and the person who brought her out of the ghost gate is our disaster!"

Chu Baiyang was dubious, and asked the people around him: "Sister Nan still has this thing?"

"That's true."

Chu Baiyang's face turned blue and red, and he yelled downstairs out of breath for a while.

"It's just a lifesaver! If you have the grace to save your life, you must promise it with your body. Aren't you, me, and everyone in the world belong to the Lord Fu! Do you want us to take turns serving you at night! Stop talking nonsense!"

boom--

In a slender hand, the teacup shattered.

The young man in front of the railing choked at the same time and coughed violently.