Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

Yaoqing Garden is not far from Yanhua Palace, so it didn't take much effort to get there.

— Xiao Zhuo was very quiet on the road.

It seemed that he was drunk, the boy just nestled in Chu Huan's arms and tilted his head to look at him and smiled, his whole body was relaxed.

This is something that has never happened in the past few days.

After the incident in Xinye Village, the young man has grown a lot visible to the naked eye. He has been concentrating on training for the past few days, and it is rare to rest if he indulges himself in drinking today.

Thinking like this, Chu Huan pushed open the door of the side hall.Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted his foot into the side hall, the person in his arms moved, dazed - his eyes lay on his shoulders and he looked around solemnly. Seeing that there was no one else, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Master,? I'm ready."

"What are you ready for?" Chu Huan walked into the inner room and put him on the bed next to him.

"Shuangxiu." Xiao Zhuo replied frankly.

After hearing this, Chu Huan paused for a moment, then looked him over. A young man who was not sober said, "Don't you want to rest?"

Seemingly inspired by Chu Huan's gaze, the young man snorted, stretched his upper body and pulled the person standing by the bed to him, and moved closer to him.

"Of course not resting..."

The voice stopped at the corner of his lips, and he pecked and kissed with a sly smile of success on his face.

The breaths of the two gradually intertwined, and their postures became more and more intimate.

Chu Huan looked down at the young man with jerky movements.

He didn't dislike double cultivation with Xiao Zhuo. If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have allowed the double cultivation of spirit and body when he rescued him earlier. Now it's just a different way of double cultivation. Chu Huan accepted it very well.

Besides, it seems more interesting this way.

......

Outside Yanhua Palace, a young man dressed in purple stood in the distance, with an incomprehensible expression.

"What orders does the deacon elder have?" - A few patrolling disciples who passed by saw him standing there for a long time, and asked hesitantly.

"Nothing." Meng Jiu recovered.

After hearing this, the patrolling disciple scratched his head and retreated.

After the disciples left, Meng Jiu lowered his head and straightened his clothes, and stopped looking in the direction of Yanhua Palace.

The ghost clan has been rampant recently, even if Hokuriku has not been greatly affected, Chenmen will send people out to check the situation.

It happened that Meng Jiu took people there today.

He didn't intend to go out at all, but he went because Yu Niang said she would reward him when she came back, and because he was a little curious about the ghost race, if not for that, he would have gone to Yaoqingyuan together today.

But after returning to the sect, he hadn't walked a few steps, and saw Chu Huan and the two from a distance, and the scene was a perfect match.

However, seeing these, Meng Jiu felt nothing but boredom.

These days, the sect master has not concealed his identity from them at all. He naturally guessed that the sect master is the elder of Tianyan Sect. It is self-evident who the person is.

All kinds of gathering together, coupled with the attitude of the sect master, the previous incompatibility no longer exists.

After tidying up the corners of her clothes, Meng Jiu lowered her head and wrinkled the tip of her sore nose, then raised her head to take a look from a distance, turned her gaze back and turned to leave, her back lonely.

-

The next day, in Chenxiao Hall.

Everyone reported to Chu Huan all the news they had checked in the past few days. After saying all this, the eyes of the hall masters were obviously a little stunned.

"Master, this time about the ghost clan, a certain person thinks that it is enough to just sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and there is no need to participate in it."

"The ghost clan is rampant and difficult to deal with. If we really don't care about it, those righteous people may not be able to win. At that time, the pressure on Beilu will not be as easy as it is now."...

Although the rest of the people in the sect had some guesses about Chu Huan's identity, they only had guesses without a concrete conclusion. Besides, as the master of the sect, Chu Huan was not only powerful, but he had never treated them badly these years. These things are centrifugal.

"Continue to send people to the Southern Land." Chu Huan felt a little headache when he heard the arguments of several people. He rubbed his brows and said, "The ghost clan is special."

After hearing Chu Huan's words, the people below quieted down, and after some discussion, Chu Huan asked them to retreat, leaving only Wan Wei.

"When do you plan to return to the Tianyan Sect this time?" Wan Wei asked in confusion before Chu Huan could speak, sitting on the lower head.

The tacit understanding between the two was enough for Wan Wei to guess Chu Huan's purpose for keeping him.

"Just these two days, the seal won't last long." Chu Huan got up and said, "The demonic cultivator and the ghost clan's aura are mutually exclusive, and it may be a great weapon for this matter."

"That's exactly what I mean." Wan Wei nodded and said, he naturally heard Chu Huan's unfinished meaning.

"Yeah." Chu Huan smiled.

After finishing speaking, Chu Huan was about to leave, Wan Wei who was following beside him asked casually:

"By the way, why didn't you see Young Master Xiao get up today?"

After saying that, Chu Huan paused suspiciously, and said, "He's a little tired, so he didn't follow today."

"That's it."

Wan Wei just asked casually and didn't delve into it.

After the two separated from Chenxiao Palace, Chu Huan returned to Yanhua Palace.

I played too much yesterday, the boy was still asleep on the bed when the sky was bright, I don't know if he is awake now.

-

It has been a while since the ghost clan was born, and there are many strong casual cultivators in Tianzhen.

The situation in the back mountain of Tianyanzong is getting worse and worse. The ghost clan's breath visible to the naked eye gathers on the seal and wraps around it. There are faint cracks on the seal. It won't be long.

A burst of permeating laughter came from the layers of ghostly aura, and the darkness became more and more intense.

The system has been completely integrated with the Lord of the Ghost Clan, even after fully adapting, even its voice is not as stiff as before.

The laughter spread far away, but not many people could hear it. There were almost no other living creatures in the back mountain. Most of the spirit beasts that were once raised here were reduced to the nutrients of dead wood.

The only person who can hear this sentence is Chu Lian.

She was not far from the center of the ghostly aura. She leaned against the ancient tree and looked very embarrassed. The vines that once bound her had been scattered, but she did not leave.

Hearing the weird laughter that came to her ears, the woman raised her eyes blankly and looked into the distance, as if she didn't care about it.

She stayed in a daze for a long time, and suddenly her pupils constricted for a moment, and the sadness on her face leaked out. This expression didn't last long before it was replaced by resentment, and her face became more ferocious.

At the same time, a sharp voice squeezed out of her throat, and the woman lowered her head and said to herself.

"You can't do this, can't...ah!"

The white neck was scratched by her fingernails—there were scars, and the blood remained on the fingertips, which was particularly frightening.

Just like that, her movements suddenly stopped, tears rolled down from her eyes, and she resumed her dull look just now.

His eyes were dull, but his expression was ferocious, as if he was enduring some inescapable pain.

The black air gradually made this place hazy, making it less and less real.

After a long time, it was so long that only a few layers of the seal were broken, only a burst of cracking sound could be heard from the trunk behind Chu Lian, and the trunk fell to the ground, stirring up a burst of dust.

Chu Lian, who was leaning against the tree, fell to the ground along with the trunk, like a puppet unable to lift a bit of strength.The ferocity on her face had completely disappeared, she panted and opened her eyes to look at the sky, her expression was still a little dazed.

After a while, Chu Lian closed his sore eyes, his voice trembling.

"Brother..."

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