Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

Su Changyi was greatly surprised, flustered in his heart, and secretly slandered that it would not be me next, but on the surface he was used to being calm and calm.

She asked coldly: "What is the meaning of this nephew?!"

Shen Rourou was full of fear, and even leaned over, knelt down, poked the man's face with her finger with great interest, scratched her head hesitantly, and asked, "Does Senior Sister Lu have any grudge against this man?"

This kid has a big heart!Su Changyi said in his heart.

Lu Xingtong shook his head and said, "No."

She frowned, turned around and said to Su Changyi: "Martial nephew just now? There is a reason for what happened? I really have no choice but to do this badly and waste my uncle's time? I hope my uncle will forgive me."

This statement was unsatisfactory, Su Changyi reluctantly accepted it, and she waved her hands: "Nephew, don't worry, just ask if you have anything to do. And what about your injury?"

The injured arm was bleeding profusely, it was only because Lu Xingtong was wearing a dark black student uniform, the blood soaked black color was not so obvious, it was precisely because of this that the bright red between her scallion white fingers was particularly eye-catching.

Silently, Lu Xingtong turned the male disciple over with his bare hands, took off his clothes with great difficulty, and checked around. After he seemed to be sure of something, he sighed softly, "It really is so", before asking Su Changyi to take a look.

The closer you get to the periphery of the enchantment, the colder and more permeable the surrounding atmosphere becomes.

As if the scene had reappeared, on the back of the male disciple's wheat-colored neck, there was a straight black line extending from the thick black hair, submerging into the collar.

It was like a poisonous snake, and Su Changyi was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of well ropes, so his already stiff hands and feet became colder now.

"Again? It's the puppet line," she frowned suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Why is the ghost lingering on!"

When Lu Xingtong saw this, he felt a slight sensation, "Uncle Shi, have you seen this kind of manipulative thing in other places in Shangqingxu?"

Su Changyi nodded, and lowered his head to look at Shen Rourou who was squatting down and poking her face hard.

This child's temperament is just like a child's, he can't even distinguish between good and bad, good and evil. If he is caught off guard and knows that he has also been planted with a puppet thread, will his fragile and irresistible heart be shattered? One place?

So, she spoke nonsense half-covered, "I have indeed seen it. You, Junior Sister He, were also manipulated before, but then? It disappeared. It should have been wiped out by the head."

He Qingxie?Also planted!

Lu Xingtong showed surprise on his face, and then remembered the matter of Lingqing inner hall, and then showed the original expression. She paused for a moment under the eyes of Shen Rourou and Su Changyi, before she regained her composure. Xin? opened his mouth and said, "Then, can I borrow a step to speak?"

Su Changyi didn't respond, but just glanced at Shen Rourou.

Although Shen Rourou was weak, her ability to understand conversations was not bad, so she ran away without waiting for her uncle's orders, and left the open space for the two of them.

The outside weather was changeable, and after a while, the snow fell and covered Xuantieqiao with a layer of light white clothes.

Lu Xingtong came slowly with soft words mixed with the sound of falling snow? She clutched her arm and sighed, "Not long ago I was ordered by the head to check on the person who had missed the cliff face."

She clearly remembered that day when He Qingxie said that the Immortal Jun Yao had gone to Sulingyuan to get his clothes, and she probably didn't know what happened behind the Yaoshan barrier.

"It's like this. At that time, when the Yaoshan enchantment disappeared, someone knocked off half of the wing of the mountain stone in Suzaku Town. The head of the school punished all the disciples related to this matter? They all suspected that this was not an accident, but someone did it on purpose, so I went to Siguoya to find someone to ask."

Su Changyi stared at her deeply.

"Then is there any result for the inquiry?"

"No."

I don't know if it was her illusion, but when Lu Xingtong said these two words, his tone of voice seemed to be extraordinarily vigorous, even with the force of gritting his teeth forcibly.

Lu Xingtong took a deep breath, and said in a calm voice: "The questioning is fruitless, but what I saw later, this disciple sent chills down my spine. I have only seen it in my life."

Recalling the scene she had seen before, her heart felt shuddering, it was shocking. There is no doubt that she was full of fear, not her own fear of danger, but the fear from the scene and the shock of her heart, and all the cognitions. Fear of being subverted.

"Do you dare to ask my uncle to let my nephew look at the back of my neck, otherwise my nephew really won't be able to tell this matter?" When speaking, Lu Xingtong bowed deeply again.

"..."

Su Changyi didn't understand why the ancients had so many rules, didn't they feel back pain?Even so, she still brushed back her silver hair, wanting others to see clearly, she joked and said, "Why don't I show it to you? I'm innocent."

After saying that, he turned his back and let the other party see.

A piece of white flowers, the skin is greasy and tender, without any marks.

Lu Xingtong's gaze was deep, and when she suddenly remembered Jun Yao's unreserved trust in her, her heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head hastily, but her ears turned slightly red.

"What Master Uncle said is very true, indeed not."

Seeing Su Changyi turn around, Lu Xingtong continued: "I was ordered to go to Siguoya to check, but I had to leave in a hurry because I ran into the head of the house on the way, she..."

"What?" Su Changyi signaled her to continue.

"The headmaster doesn't know why he wants to go to Siguoya. I was anxious to find Junior Sister Fang Jia, and I left after talking to the headmaster after a few words." Lu Xingtong looked at the snowflakes all over the sky, his expression suddenly became solemn, and his tone gradually became gloomy, " On the way, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, if the sect master wants to recruit disciples to ask, he can send someone to order, or send the music notes immediately, so what?

"You turned back?"

"Correct."

"Discovered a shocking secret?"

"How does master uncle know?!"

This sound was startled and even hoarse, Lu Xingtong had a pink face, a peach blossom, delicate features, and a pretty little face full of surprise.

Su Changyi was a little suffocated, the other person's expression clearly indicated that something had happened, she lightly "hmm", and then touched the shocking wound on Lu Xingtong's left arm, everything went without saying.

At that time, the candles were flickering in the Cliff of Thoughts, and the faint halo illuminated countless faces with different appearances. Those disciples crowded together in groups, facing the wall and thinking about the past.

In the wide and large cave, there are jagged rocks, overflowing with long-lasting cold air, and from time to time, water drops drip down from the high-hanging stalactite tips, making a crisp sound.

Lu Xingtong went in alone, and when all the senior brothers and sisters saw her, they stepped forward to chat with her.

She is a straightforward person, and she directly picked the main troublemaker to ask.

But she never expected that, without exception, the answers to the questions she asked were all unknown and unclear. She felt pushed by someone, but she didn't know who pushed her. Maybe someone cast a spell, but this kind of thing ? Difficult to investigate.

After returning in vain, she hurriedly wanted to go to Chengshan to find Fang Jia to investigate together. On the way out, she happened to meet Zhu Yu. After she reported the details, Zhu Yu didn't say anything, just casually. He responded, intentionally letting her leave first.

Lu Xingtong originally left, but when he remembered that the headmaster didn't need to come in person, he already had doubts in his heart, and when he thought of the indifference on the other party's face just now, his doubts naturally deepened a little.

Unable to hide her curiosity in her heart, she immediately turned back the same way, but hit by mistake and saw an astonishing scene.

Shocking, Lu Xingtong's only feeling at that time was these four words.

Inside the Siguo Cliff, Zhu Yu was casting a spell, and a cloud of black mist lingered and twisted above everyone's heads, and carefully discerned that it looked like a mass of jet-black hair with a faint luster.

This is still the most suffocating thing. The most suffocating thing is that when Zhu Yu finished casting the spell, he laughed wildly: "It's only for me, my puppets."

In an instant, the black hair fell apart above everyone's heads, hovered in the void, and penetrated into the bodies of the disciples one by one.

Lu Xingtong didn't hear any movement at that time, these disciples never made a sound from the beginning to the end.

There was no shouting, no screaming, and even the sound of breathing on the face was a little weaker than usual.

They were too much like wood, standing still, looking at Zhu Yu without blinking, completely different from the vivid and vivid people before.

Lu Xingtong immediately thought of a technique, Huanshan Zheng? Yang Temple's air-staying technique!A type of immobilization technique that can freeze no less than two to a dozen monks in the Nascent Soul stage.

While choking her voice, she hid behind the stone wall and watched.

Those hairs seemed to enter the monk's body very slowly, and it took a lot of spiritual power, so that she could see Zhu Yu's brows, pushing the cinnabar between them.

When the first monk was completely controlled, black lines like spider webs appeared on his neck and face.

It was only then that Lu Xingtong realized with horror that the jet-black mass was exactly the legendary puppet thread.

This thought made her terrified, and she had to report it to Immortal Jun Yao immediately.

It is easier to make mistakes when you are in a hurry, she is too careless.

When she turned around, she stepped on a stone, and after a slight sound, she stopped breathing, and she looked back with a stiff neck.

A cold light came towards him, and when the consciousness came to his senses, the long sword suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and he blocked the fatal blow crisply.

She quickly exited the cave, and although she was not seriously injured, she suffered a minor injury to her arm.

Fortunately, Zhu Yu was at the critical moment of injecting the puppet line at that time, so she didn't come after him. She escaped in a panic, and then she met the Immortal Junyao she was looking for.

After a lengthy silence, Su Changyi said: "Since that's the case, it's useless for us to just talk. Why don't we go to Siguo Cliff together to have a look."

Lu Xingtong couldn't put it into words: "Nephew also wants to talk about this, uncle can't think about Guoya yet!"

"Why?"

"The head of the sect has such tricks for some reason. The whereabouts of my master and uncle Jun Cheng are still unknown. What about you, uncle?...Your cultivation is limited now, so it's better not to get involved in this matter lightly."

Actually, the reason? Too embarrassing.

Su Changyi has never made a move in the boudoir of Junyao Xianzun in Lingqing Palace. Junyao Xianzun is the leading monk in the Mahayana period in the entire cultivation world, and his cultivation base is slightly better than the head of Jun Huan. He Qingxie was used by someone with spiritual power Sealing the spirit veins, as her master, she naturally wanted to help the apprentice, but she didn't mention it.

All of this is just like the rumors she heard, Junyao Immortal Venerable has been severely injured since the first battle of Guanshan, his memory has been damaged, and he has probably forgotten all about spells and cultivation bases.

"Even so, I can't sit idly by." Su Changyi said this against his will, but Lu Xingtong was very excited by her resoluteness.

Lu Xingtong clenched his fists, and hurriedly said: "Please ask the uncle to take care of you? The overall situation, we don't know why the head is like this? Why did it become like this, but the puppet line is a thing outside Lingxu, and the move by the head is obvious. Exposed!"

"Because of this, how can you find tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's den."

Su Changyi held back his expression, and said again: "What's more, the master wants to call me. I just happen to have some guesses and want to discuss with her. Similarly, I can also delay time for you."

Lu Xingtong made a bow and said: "Even so, the disciple still asks the uncle to take care of you? In the overall situation, take Shen Shimei to leave the Shangqingxu, and the nephew implores the uncle to go back to Shangqingxu to solve all the problems when the memory is recovered in the future. A piece of peace!"

Su Changyi: "..."

She watched the other party's black and fluttering disciple's clothes fluttering in the biting cold wind, and the thick and slender hair wrapped with golden ribbons danced wildly in the intruding cold wind, and she was filled with melancholy.

At this time, Yaoshan was facing the sky above the Xuantie Bridge, and the newly built barrier was pierced by a sharp sword light with a long mouth with a width of one foot. trend.

Lu Xingtong turned around in shock, and a figure appeared in his wide-open eyes. It was Zhu Yu who was walking step by step on the Xuantie Bridge outside the barrier.

She's chasing me? She's chasing me with the Danqing Sword in hand!

The author has something to say: #Online Onlookers That Pretentious Su Changyi#

Su: Actually, I really want to leave, but my personality doesn't allow it...

Author: enmmm, pretending to be a real thing

Sorry for being late, little cuties, go to bed early, pay more attention to rest, and pay attention to your body