Dressed as a sick beauty

All the pedestrians dispersed in the whole street outside the building, the Tianzong disciples in blue and white stripes stood around, and some Lingzong disciples were mixed in.

Mu Qingyuan and the others stood at the door with solemn expressions.

The owner of Lanyue City happened to be away from the residence, and he went out of the city to welcome Chu Baiyue, who had come all the way. It was a good thing that the owner of the Chu family came here. His cultivation base is advanced enough to preside over the overall situation.

But it will take some time until he arrives, I don't know what's going on inside.

After the big array was set up, Mu Qingyuan pondered for a moment, then made up his mind and said: "Uncle Qi is inside, go ahead and save people."

The rest of the disciples immediately gathered around and drew their sword blades out of their sheaths. Seeing this, Chu Baiyang walked over with the same sect of the Lingzong, and snorted coldly: "It's your uncle, isn't it also Gu Moze's uncle? Doing deceitful things to deceive teachers and destroy ancestors."

Mu Qingyuan glanced at him, but didn't answer, the Qingshuang sword opened the way, and the door was blasted open by a sword.

The crowd poured in.

There was silence in the restaurant.

There was fine dust floating in the air, and the dim light shrouded the high-hanging railings, and the two figures in between were intimately attached to each other like ear-to-eye contact.

Take a closer look.

A slender young man sat on the wooden railing, with disheveled black hair, a slender hand resting on his slender waist, with his thumbs clasped tightly through a thin layer of clothing.

He seemed terrified.

The body trembled slightly under Gu Moze's confinement, Yubai's hand grabbed the other's sleeve, and his fingertips turned white.

The people who broke in were stunned, only looked at the back, and couldn't help but picture the young man's frontal appearance in their minds. Perhaps their eyes were red, and they wept for mercy in the powerless refusal.

Many young disciples' cheeks burned up, and they clenched their spiritual swords in their hands helplessly.

As if aware of many gazes, the head buried in the young man's neck slowly lifted.

Looking at a group of uninvited guests with faded eyes, although Jun's face was full of displeasure, the young man's brows were surprisingly free of hostility.

He clasped the back of Wen Qiushi's head and pressed it into the socket of his neck.

"go out."

Gu Moze's voice sounded deep, like a beast protecting its food.

"Look at you again."

Everyone: "..."

Wen Qiushi could barely move, the feeling of falling from a high altitude made his heartstrings tense, and his remaining rationality prevented his dangling legs from wrapping around the waist of the person in front of him.

He grabbed Gu Moze and couldn't take it any longer.

"Put me down..." kill you.

Hearing this, Gu Moze's hand that clasped his slender waist was tightened again, as if to be rubbed into his flesh and blood.

"Don't let it go."

After the words fell, he found that the person in his arms coughed lightly and fainted.

***

Wen Qiushi woke up from the inn, sat up with his forehead propped up, his left hand was still clutching a small piece of cloth.

"What about others?"

A group of disciples piled up beside the bed, Wen Qiushi let go of the crumpled rags, "What is this, let Gu Moze roll over here."

The person who just woke up had a hoarse voice.

Even though it was full of anger, it didn't have any deterrent effect, but instead revealed a sense of vulnerability.

My heart softened.

"This is Gu Moze's clothes. After carrying the elder back, the elder grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go. He stayed for a while, tore it off and left."

Zhang Jianjian squatted beside the bed, raised her delicate cheeks, "Elder, don't be angry, Gu Moze has always behaved perversely, this matter has been reported to the suzerain, and the suzerain will definitely uphold justice for the elder."

Wen Qiushi paused.

The original owner's suzerain elder brother knew what would happen. They are all thousand-year-old foxes. It is impossible for him to be as unaware as these young disciples in front of him.

Wen Qiushi frowned, suppressing the desire to settle accounts with Gu Moze.

Now that he has no cultivation base and is penniless, he is unfamiliar with everything in the mainland, and there is nowhere to escape if his identity is exposed.

Wen Qiushi lifted the quilt out of bed and decided to go out.

The dark clouds cleared half an hour ago, and the weather returned to hot in the afternoon. Wen Qiushi was sweating profusely shortly after leaving the inn.

He rested his left hand on his forehead, looked around, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from the east.

It was cold on the face.

Wen Qiushi squinted his eyes slightly, looked up towards the East Street, and saw several magic talismans floating in the air, passing by with faint lights, turning into wisps of cool wind.

Wen Qiushi turned around and walked towards the East Street.

He was still wondering before, he heard that the General Talisman Club is located in Lanyue City, which is the place that all the talisman masters in the comprehension world yearn for, why didn't he see a single talisman in the city, and they all gathered on the East Street.

Looking from the entrance of the street, there are talisman masters of all levels standing on both sides, displaying spiritual talismans of different grades. There is an endless stream of monks who come to buy talismans, and the whole street is bustling with people, very lively.

The spirit talisman that Wen Qiushi had just seen came from an area dedicated to practicing talismans. There were paper pens and cinnabar inside, and you could enter by paying the spirit stone.

At this time, the scorching sun was shining brightly, and the city was besieged by heat waves. Most of the talisman masters chose to understand the hot talisman.

My heart itches when I hear Qiu.

He touched the remaining Lingshi, hesitated for a moment, and strode into it.

The enchantment was much cooler, with wind, water, and ice talismans flying all over the sky. Wen Qiushi was hit in the face by a water talisman while he was looking for a space. Fortunately, this talisman was not very powerful, so it should be washed.

He found an empty seat, his eyes fell on the desk in front of him, and he raised his hand to touch the talisman paper, his heart suddenly became hot.

Inside the enchantment, the sound of paper and pen rubbing non-stop.

All kinds of talismans thrown into the air were intertwined with light, and they were going on noisy and disorderly under the scorching sun.

Wen Qiushi gathered up the black hair that had been loose all year round, tied it with a light blue headband, and hung it lightly on the back, revealing a cheek covered by a few strands of hair.

Among the street crowd, the disciples who followed Wen Qiushi worriedly, looked into the barrier, and found someone among the many talisman practitioners at a glance.

Without him.

Their elders are mixed in, and their outstanding appearance is too eye-catching.

The young man showed his slender neck, dazzlingly white.

When he lowered his head to make the talisman, the water droplets left by the magic talisman just now slid down the side of his face, and together with the water droplets on his eyelashes, they emitted a fine light.

Across the barrier, everyone can see clearly.

Zhang Jianjian stumbled and said, "Good, good looking."

The rest of the people were also a little dazed, always feeling that Wen Qiushi, who had tied up his hair and picked up a pen, was a little different from usual.

"The elder doesn't really want to draw talismans, does he? Is it true that he practiced talismans in the back mountain for several years?"

"There is still a fake, you see that the elder has picked up a pen! It is to draw a talisman!"

"Impossible, are you pretending..."

The last disciple who spoke looked away, saw Wen Qiushi start writing, stopped at the end of the sentence, and the word "Yang" was stuck in his mouth, and he could no longer utter it.

The afternoon sun was fierce.

After being baptized all morning, the green leaves on the street seem a little wilted. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry, and the roadside teahouses are crowded with customers enjoying the cool.

The entire Moon Lane City was filled with hot air.

And the moment Wen Qiushi wrote the pen, the dry heat in the air seemed to be cut off from the source. With his elbow swiping, the pen tip outlined smooth lines on the rice paper, and there was a breeze blowing from all directions, blowing away the summer heat. net.

The ink spreads on the blank rice paper, and beautiful lines intertwine, gradually converging into complex runes.

The young man held the pen in his right hand, his face became paler as the runes took shape, but his eyes were more focused than ever, as if only he and the unfinished talisman existed in this world.

No matter how noisy the outside world is, it can't take away his attention.

A large cloud of white clouds swept across the sky, covering the scorching sun.

The breeze arrived at every corner of Lanyue City, the green leaves on the branches on the street swayed, and they bloomed with vitality again. The pedestrians walking in a hurry on the street gradually stopped, and their clothes were rippled in the wind, and they seemed at a loss for the hot weather that had suddenly faded away. But he breathed a sigh of relief.

Bringing a cool breeze, it swept across the entire city in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of miles of spring breeze blows through my heart.

Zhang Jianjian and the others froze in place, looking at the person with hair dancing on his shoulders, they didn't recover for a while.

They knew very little about talismans, and even so, they felt a huge shock, and their fingertips couldn't stop trembling.

Not far away, Mu Qingyuan, who was following secretly, put his palm on the barrier and stared at Wen Qiu without blinking, his lips moved, unable to return to normal for a long time.

The figure of the young man holding a pen and drawing talisman seems to be standing on a high place that others can't reach in their entire lives.

This is by no means his Seventh Martial Uncle, absolutely not!

From the way to Lanyue City, Mu Qingyuan had doubts in his heart, and at this moment, he was pounding.

This person is...is he.

At the same time, the city gate.

Surrounded by the crowd, the man walked slowly into the city. His hair was tied in a jade crown, and his face was unparalleled in elegance, which attracted passers-by to stop and stare.

While walking, a breeze blew.

The man stopped unconsciously, raised his hand, and the soft wind wrapped around his fingertips, which lasted for a long time.

Chu Baiyue looked a little gentle, and suddenly saw a figure who was drawing a talisman many years ago.

The young man raised his head, his brows seemed to be hiding romance, and his lips were drawn into a smile, making thousands of scenery in the world pale in an instant.