After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

At the same time, Lin Chushu suddenly frowned slightly in the cloud-shrouded Qiongwu Palace.

A sharp pain appeared in his heart without warning. He held his breath and looked inside, only to see a few cracks in the sea of ​​Qi in Dantian that had been stagnant for a long time.

This is a sign that the skill is about to advance.

At the same time, it also means that the Nine Heavens Tribulation, which no one has been able to withstand so far, is coming soon.

Lin Chushu was stunned for a moment.

I don't know if it is because of the fate of the lone star of Tiansha, compared with other monks, his catastrophe always comes more fiercely. If he is not protected every time, he cannot even advance smoothly.

Perhaps, the time left for him is running out.

"I saw that Elder Lin looked a little tired, but the battle in the ghost city of the devil world consumed too much energy?" Someone beside him suddenly said coolly.

His Excellency Chaoyin divided into four divisions, and its leaders formed the Council of Elders to discuss and decide various important matters with the Lord Chaoyin Pavilion. Now they gathered together just for the morning dew trial.

The person who spoke to him was the head of the Shangyang Division, Lian Fengxian Zun Xiahou Kun.

This man was tall and tall, with a resolute face like an axe, but just sitting upright gave a strong sense of oppression.

But after all, Lin Chushu is the ceiling of the cultivation base of the people present, of course he has the capital to despise his provocation, so he lowered his eyes lightly and did not respond.

"you……!"

Xia Houkun gritted his teeth angrily, he had long been displeased with the appearance of this man who was superior and kept away from strangers, and was about to choke a few words, but was suddenly held down.

"Elder Xia Hou is really a noble person who forgets things. You and I have heard from scout disciples that the only person in the Three Realms who can dispel the power of the Demon Heart Stone is Elder Lin. Naturally, it is not surprising that you have to work hard on your energy.”

The fingers resting on the wrist bones were slender and cold. Xia Houkun looked back and was facing the smiling face of Cen Yuzhou, the head of Shang Yukun.

He is thin and thin, with a pale face, and his facial features are long and narrow. Whether it is the slanted eyebrows that slant into the temples or the narrow eyes that are restless, there is an incomprehensible sense of mystery.

The insinuation between the two of them made Yin Xiangrong so angry that she couldn't help but sneer:

"What is the connotation of Elder Cen's eccentric words? The ghost market is dangerous, and there is no way for you and me to be sure of victory. What's more, Elder Lin has been in the Presbyterian Church much longer than you. Whether he is trustworthy or not Presumably the pavilion master has already made up his mind."

"Elder Yin, if you raise a soldier for thousands of days, you will be rebellious. You need evidence to speak for everything. How can you judge a person's quality based on decades of experience?"

Cen Yuzhou smiled and said, "No one can resist the erosion of the Demon Heart Stone. This is an indisputable fact. Why is it that only Elder Lin can do it?"

"Yes, Elder Yin, think about it." Facing Yin Xiangrong, Xia Houkun immediately softened his tone,

"You and I have seen how many abnormalities have happened to Elder Lin in the past. But this time the magic heart stone is related to the safety of the three realms. If it is really related to him, even the Chaoyin Pavilion cannot protect it."

"Why, is it possible that the Presbyterian Council has become your trial meeting like this? The disaster of the Demon Heart Stone has been solved, and you still want to put these trumped-up charges on Elder Lin. What is your intention?"

Yin Xiangrong retorted: "I have known Elder Lin for many years, so I know what kind of person he is, but you, who boast that the four divisions of the Chaoyin Pavilion are on the same level, are now fighting each other. Wouldn't it be ridiculed to spread the word?"

"You..." Xia Houkun couldn't see her swearing at him because of Lin Chushu, so she stood up angrily, her loose sleeves moved without wind, and her tyrannical spiritual power was ready to come out.

Seeing that a few people were about to make a move, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and then countless vines pierced out from the ground, firmly restraining their hands and feet.

"Ridiculous! Yunding Dome, is it a place for you to vent your anger at will?"

The curtain in the hall swayed slightly, and a half-grown boy dressed in yellow walked out. He looked only five or six years old, with a lovely face and a little cinnabar mole shining in the corner of his eye.

The faces of everyone immediately became respectful and solemn:

"Please forgive me, Lord!"

"The deity invited you here to discuss the morning dew test, not to label anyone,"

The boy stepped barefoot in the void, with an immature face, but his voice was vicissitudes like an old man, "If you continue to discuss this matter regardless of the severity, don't blame me for punishing you."

"...As ordered."

The vines that entangled everyone receded, and they tacitly stopped talking, and quietly retreated to their original positions.

Lin Chushu was the only one in the hall with his eyes downcast and motionless. The boy's eyes fell on him, with an expression of certainty and worry.

The unique skills he cultivates will make his appearance younger with age. Although he looks only five or six years old now, he is actually more than five hundred years old.

"A few days ago, Yuzhou proposed that this morning dew test should be included in the evaluation of the demon and spirit races. After consideration, this deity also believes that this move will help ease the relationship between the three races. However, there is no conclusion on the number of winners and where they will go after the selection. I don't know if you have any ideas. What advice?"

Yin Xiangrong said: "The Demon Realm and the Spirit Realm happen to lack a similar selection mechanism, and we humans can take this opportunity of the competition to measure the level of the new generation of monks."

"It's just," she changed the subject, "I think the winners of the three races should be counted separately. Different races can compete, but they can only get points when facing the same race. In addition, the winners of the other two races are not allowed to enter. Chaoyin Pavilion."

People who are not of our race will have different hearts. As the authority of the mortal world, the Chaoyin Pavilion will never allow foreigners to enter.

What's more, it was in the melee of the three clans that three of the four divisions of the previous Presbyterian Council fell, leaving only the head of Mo Xing, who is now the owner of Chaoyin Pavilion, Yi Jinlan.

"Xiang Rong said it well," Yi Jinlan nodded,

"In addition, the source of the magic heart stone is unknown now, and the behind-the-scenes is very likely to use the morning dew to try to cause chaos. All departments must strengthen their vigilance, and they can also take advantage of this opportunity to find out the mastermind behind it."

Seeing that there were no objections from the crowd, he ordered the details of the morning dew test one by one, and ended the agenda of the elder meeting.

"Chu Shu, wait a moment." Yi Jinlan signaled to Lin Chushu, "I have something to ask you."

After saying that, he suddenly showed pain on his face, covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

"Pavilion Master, are you feeling unwell?" Cen Yuzhou asked with concern from the side.

"It's okay, it's just a moment of stagnation." Yi Jinlan wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve without any trace, and then led Lin Chushu into the hall.

Cen Yuzhou followed the palm of his hand hidden behind him, his eyes darkened slightly.

……

When Lin Chushu returned to the Mo Xingsi, it was already dark.

If there hadn't been the chaos of the Devil's Heart Stone, the Zhaolu Test should have been carried out smoothly. He looked at the few lights in the direction of the sleeping hall from a distance, and couldn't help sighing softly.

"Chu Shu, the fact that you can fight against the Demon Heart Stone is a secret of the Chaoyin Pavilion, and it will never be known to outsiders."

Yi Jinlan's exhortation echoed in my ears again, "Combined with Chu Fangzhu's astrolabe calculation, there may be some accidents in this morning dew test. If the situation is really irreversible, I hope you can turn the tide."

At that moment, Pavilion Master Chaoyin looked extremely haggard and desolate.

Lin Chushu raised his head slightly, looked at the few stars in the distance, and suddenly smelled a few hints of rain coming from the calm night sky.

The moonlight stretched his back slenderly. When he passed by a corner of the courtyard, someone suddenly called out:

"Master, this way!"

Lin Chushu looked back and saw that in the small courtyard behind him, a table of good dishes had been arranged at some point.

Obviously it was Qiu Shengmiao who came up to say hello first, but his eyes fell on the person behind him.

The black clothes embroidered with gold made the wrists more and more icy white. Zhou Changming held a jasper teacup and stretched out his hand slowly: "It's been a busy day today, let's have a cup of hot tea first."

There was no displeasure on his face at being missed, but there was a different kind of warmth under the moonlight.

"Thank you."

Lin Chushu took the teacup, and Xiu Jie's fingertips slid across the back of his hand, causing a numbing electric current silently, which made his heart tremble.

Zhou Changming forced his gaze away from his rolling Adam's apple, and quickly walked back to the table.

Qiu Shengmiao sat down next to him, and Lin Chushu naturally sat opposite.

"Chang Ming, you don't know, it's been a long time since our master has sat at a table and had a good meal."

Qiu Shengxiao said with a smile: "Master has long been bigu, and he is busy with affairs on weekdays. If it is not a good day and a festival, it is really difficult to have such leisure time."

"By the way, master, this table of food is all from the hands of Chang Ming. I think the taste is very good. Would you like to try it?"

He suddenly touched Zhou Changming's shoulder with sly eyes.

The latter almost broke the wooden chopsticks in his hand.

The fact that he was cooking by himself was purely a coincidence. If Qiu Shengmiao hadn't heard that Lin Chushu was coming back for dinner in the afternoon, he would have blown up the kitchen by volunteering, and he wouldn't have helped, so he would have driven ducks to the shelves and become the chef.

Moreover, it was obviously Lin Chushu who dove him first, but he himself had a good attitude, cooking and serving tea at the same time, which always sounded a bit weird.

He originally wanted to expose the matter lightly, but he didn't expect that Lin Chushu didn't refuse, and even seemed quite interested.

In this way, Zhou Changming couldn't shirk even more, so he could only bite the bullet and put a few pieces of fish into Lin Chushu's plate:

"This is my special sweet and sour fresh fish, Xianzun please use it."

The fish pieces on the plate looked ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, the thorns had already been removed one by one.

Lin Chushu's pupils shrank.

Removing the fishbone is exhausting, and most people would never think of doing it unless they are specially ordered.

Something from the past suddenly came to my mind uncontrollably.

At that time, he was still young, and he accidentally got a fishbone stuck in his throat while eating fish, and suffered a lot. Since then, his adoptive father would remove the fishbone for him every time, and then restore the dishes to the original fish Let him enjoy it.

He picked up a chopstick of fish meat and put it into his mouth, the taste that seeped into his lips and teeth was dense and delicate, exactly the same as the memory.

Zhou Changming saw that he had been silent for a long time, and he felt a little uncertain: "How does it taste? Is it still to your liking?"

As soon as these words came out, he was also a little dazed, and the time was reversed in a trance, and the figure sitting opposite overlapped with the picture in his memory, glowing with a warm color like a pile of old papers.

In the hazy field of vision, he saw that the emotions in Lin Chushu's dark eyes were the same as before.

"delicious."

he said softly.

The author has something to say: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo More time to modify, little angels also have more time to watch, the best of both worlds qwq

Some important characters appear in this chapter, which are critically related to the development of the subsequent plot. You can guess who is related to the weird destiny before.w

It's time for Xiao Changming to fall off the horse, and this time it's really fast!Everyone can look forward to the next hehehe!

And I want to tell you that although falling off the horse is a very important core of this article, Xiaoshu’s demons and catastrophe are also very important plots~ and even if Xiaoshu can verify the guess in his heart, it is confirmed that Changming is the one who has always been The person who protects himself, he still doesn't know anything about the truth of the game!

The real Shura field will be when all the truth is revealed (laughs)