"……absurd."

Messy memories and emotional residue emerged, and Lin Chushu's eyebrows were slightly lowered:

"Private mirage, how can you be so confused?"

"Si... Chief Si please calm down!"

The disciple who sent Zhou Changming here was so frightened that his voice trembled.

"This is the decision of the brothers and sisters. The Demon Realm is dangerous, and Mo Xingsi cannot do without your protection. We are also in a hurry. I hope you can get better as soon as possible..."

The casual questioning of the head of Mo Xun Division sounded like a sharp sword across his neck to him, so terrifying.

The lone star of Tiansha, the filth is unknown.

It doesn't matter if you say it is alarmist or spread rumors, in short, everything about this immortal is full of evil spirits.

It is rumored that he formed alchemy and bigu at the age of 20, and when he aspired to become Mo Xingsi, he was only about thirty people.

It took him only a dozen years to reach a height that ordinary monks could hardly reach in a hundred years.

In the early years, he went deep into the dangerous and unpredictable spiritual illusion alone, and found the three spiritual weapons in the sea of ​​consciousness.

And defeated everyone in the morning dew test, and successfully entered the Chaoyin Pavilion.

A young and powerful genius monk deserves to be reused by Chaoyin Pavilion.

Kemo Criminal Division in Chaoyin Pavilion is just a department for punishing criminals and resisting foreign aggression. It not only patrols outside for a long time, but also has no way to participate in the daily decision-making of the cabinet.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Chaoyin Pavilion put Lin Chushu in the name of reuse, but in fact exile.

As for the reason, it may be because he is afraid of his powerful cultivation, or it may be because he is afraid of the unknown disaster that haunted him since he was a child...

The disciple couldn't help but quietly raised his head to look at Lin Chushu again.

Under the plain white veil, the man sat cross-legged, his black hair was scattered along his shoulders, his long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his cheeks, and the corners of his thin mouth were cold and distant.

Although his face was pale because of the injury, the sharp and evil spirit all over his body was still substantial.

Seeing that he was silent, the disciple hastily bowed deeply, and retreated before he made it clear that he refused.

The door closed with a soft creak.

The person lying on the soft couch moved imperceptibly, and slowly raised his eyes under the cover of his long hair.

Zhou Changming carefully observed his surroundings.

After Qiu Shengmiao came to visit, he pretended to be exhausted and fainted, and was brought into Lin Chushu's room soon after.

On the way, he listened to the discussions of his disciples, and he roughly understood that Mirage belonged to a special spiritual race.

As rare top-grade furnaces, they are now on the verge of extinction due to the reckless plunder of various ethnic groups.

Therefore, Guixu, the spiritual realm's governing body, promulgated a law strictly prohibiting the indiscriminate killing of mirages, let alone trading them as goods.

The squirrel demon and other demons dared to openly auction mirages, even if they managed to escape the prosecution of Mo Xingsi, Guixu would never let them go.

Thinking of this, Zhou Changming felt very depressed.

His misfortune lies in the fact that he was auctioned, which is currently only known to Mo Xingsi.

Using him as a stove for private use undoubtedly violated the spirit domain regulations, but until the specific situation was reported to Chaoyin Pavilion, he could only let it be manipulated.

What's more, the current self has no fighting power at all. Even if he manages to sneak out, he will be completely exposed to the eyes of a large number of demons, and his fate will be even more miserable.

So the best strategy is to try to gain the trust of Lin Chushu and avoid the tragic fate of becoming a furnace.

After all, he will dedicate his life to the hero in the end. Even if there is no systematic guidance, as long as he can stay by the hero's side, he won't have to wait for the catastrophe, right?

But having said that, since that disciple went out, Lin Chushu never looked at him again.

Once upon a time, it was rare for this guy to say harsh words to himself, let alone being so ignorant?

Zhou Changming felt depressed for a while. It would be great if he could directly reveal his former identity and hug the hero's thigh tightly.

But the reality is very skinny. The system once warned him that if a different identity is detected by the game npc, it will lead to the most severe system punishment. Not only will the test mission fail, but he may not even be able to exit the game with the help of death escape.

In this way, the deal between him and Zhong Siyuan will also be forced to terminate. If the technology supplied to his younger brother is cut off, he will lose his loved ones and all his efforts will be in vain.

So he must not fall off the horse.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, and the sound of breathing became more and more obvious.

Zhou Changming vaguely felt that Lin Chushu was very different from before, not only his cultivation had skyrocketed, but his whole temperament had also undergone earth-shaking changes.

If in the past he was a lake covered with thin ice, with clear waves rippling under the ice, now he is a solid thousand-year-old cold pool, with no vitality at all.

With his identity unknown, would he still easily believe in himself?

It took only three days from quitting the game to re-entering, but for Lin Chushu, 30 years had passed.

Such a long time is enough to change a lot of things, and it is also enough to erase many traces.

Zhou Changming's eyes dimmed slightly, so what if he could reveal his identity?

Whether it is foster father, senior brother, or sword spirit, I am afraid that in the heart of that person, the story has already been turned over.

In this room, his thoughts were surging, and Lin Chushu suddenly raised his eyelids, and his eyes swept over him.

There was no emotion in those jet-black eyes, but like a cold sword, it pierced his whole body.

Look... look here!

Zhou Changming knew that he had to seize this opportunity.

"Master Xianzun... Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

With a face full of innocence, he said sincerely.

According to his understanding, in the past, Lin Chushu was soft but not hard. Even though he had thorns all over his body, he was soft inside.

So he put up all his strength and began to sell miserably: "Thanks to you leading people to destroy the auction house, if I fall into the hands of the demons, I'm afraid I won't even know how I died..."

"You saved my life, and I should be your healing furnace."

After a heartfelt thank you, Zhou Changming blinked and suddenly became serious:

"But you don't know, if the mirage doesn't absorb the essence through its own special method, the monk will definitely explode and die."

He spoke nonsense in a very serious way.

Lin Chushu's eyes were still calm, Zhou Changming couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he had to bite the bullet and write down.

"If the immortal can trust me, I would like to subdivide my essence into multiple strands and inject it into your body in a special way."

He stood up and approached Lin Chushu slowly:

"In this way, not only can you successfully refine my power, but you can also save my life for later use."

Similar to other online games for cultivating immortals, "Wu Shuang Shen Yu" also matches each player with a skill tree. Only by fighting monsters or completing missions to upgrade can they get skill points.

Before, Zhou Changming coaxed Qiu Shengmiao to input spiritual power for him, and forcibly activated the skill tree. Only then did Zhou Changming obtain Mirage's basic skill "Huanwu".

As the name suggests, this skill is to convert blood into various substances with known components at the cost of 5 health points.

Moreover, the medicine transformed with one's own blood must also be able to...

Zhou Changming calmed down, remembered a certain blood-increasing pill he had refined, and hurriedly concocted it with his skills, and then handed the pill to Lin Chushu:

"If the Immortal Venerable is trustworthy, you might as well give it a try."

During the movement, he turned his head unconsciously, his long hair slid down his shoulders, revealing the porcelain-like texture behind his ears.

I saw a cinnabar mole shining brightly on the slender earlobe.

The mole was not only born in a unique position, but also in an extremely rare shape, with a few petal-shaped outlines extending from the edge, like a scorching red lotus blooming on the snow field.

Lin Chushu's breathing stopped suddenly.

The sound of howling wind rolled up fragments of memory, and in the broken picture, every frame about the familiar face had such a touch of bright red.

The killing move condensed in the palm of his hand quietly retracted, he frowned, his eyes seemed to be directed at Zhou Changming, and he seemed to be looking for a certain phantom through him.

In the end, he still didn't knock the lifeless mirage away with his palm.

A gentle spiritual force rolled up the elixir and brought it to Lin Chushu's lips.

As if his eyes were anchored, Zhou Changming unconsciously stared at his light red lips, and saw the pill slide through the ice-white teeth, leaving a trace of water stains.

Quite neat movements, but on that ascetic and cold face, there was a thick and colorful color.

The memory came rushing back in an instant.

It seems that at some point in the past, he also held a bowl, half forcing and half coaxing to feed Lin Chushu medicine.

There was a dull pain in the forehead, Zhou Changming had no time to think, and suddenly the back of his neck felt cold.

The cold spiritual flow cut off his consciousness.

The moment he lost his mind, he barely heard a soft sound from outside the door:

"Report to the head of the department, and the envoy of Mingyufang asks to see you."

After knocking him out, Lin Chushu's fingertips moved slightly, and the released spiritual power supported Zhou Changming to lie on the bed.

Immediately, he brushed off his clothes and got up, stepping on the void with his snow-white soles, and came to the door in a blink of an eye: "Please come in."

"The villain is Zuo Yushi of Mingyufang, Suying, who has seen Immortal Jiangyue."

Standing outside the door was a beautiful young girl in green shirt, with long hair like a waterfall, and two feet long transparent cicada wings extending from behind her ears, she was smiling and giving a blessing to her body.

As the only auction house connected to the Three Realms, Mingyufang naturally also took into account the responsibilities of communicating information and coordinating all parties.

Mo Xingsi destroyed the ghost market this time because of Mingyufang's entrustment, so after receiving the news, they immediately sent messengers to confirm the situation.

"It's time to work,"

Lin Chushu nodded lightly, "The ghost market here has been eradicated by Mo Xingsi. Presumably the purpose of the envoy's visit is precisely for this mirage?"

Unexpectedly, he was so outspoken, Su Ying was slightly ashamed, and explained:

"The Immortal Venerable is really aware of the details. Although Mingyufang should return the auction item involved to Lingyu, once Lingyu finds that it is infected with the magic heart stone, it will kill it immediately. It's better..."

Mirage is a rare furnace in the world, even if you are well-informed like Mingyufang, you can't help but want a piece of it.

They arrived before Lingyu to negotiate with Mo Xingsi and get as much benefit as possible.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out at this time."

Lin Chushu looked cold and interrupted her,

"The imperial emissary came here this time, but it was at the behest of Mingyu Fangzhu?"

"This......"

The smile on Suying's face was almost unstoppable. It was indeed against the rules for her to do so, but if the mirage fell into the hands of Ling Yu, it would be a loss-making business for Yu Mingyufang and Mo Xingsi.

In the past, this kind of secret transaction was not uncommon. How could it not work in front of Jiangyue Immortal Venerable?

What's more, he is not willing to accommodate, is he determined to put a mirage to death, or...

Suying's thoughts moved slightly, and she suddenly smiled, took out a spar from her sleeve, and presented it to Lin Chushu:

"Since the immortal can't be sure whether this mirage has been recruited or not, you might as well use this spirit test stone to try."

She caressed her long hair, although there was a smile on her face, her eyes were faintly threatening:

"It just so happens that the villain is here, and he can also be a witness. If it is really unfortunate that it is infected by the magic heart stone, then Mingyufang will enforce the law on its behalf and execute it on the spot."

"I don't know what the Immortal Venerable thinks?"

The author has something to say: Raiding the boss is really not an easy task (vicissitudes)

Will the spirit test see the specialness of Changming?

By the way, there were a lot fewer comments yesterday, so where are the little angels? QwQ

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