After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Sheng Zhao froze, Qi Hua was behind him, and Wu Yu's question was in his ear.

Qi Hua smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist?"

Time was pressing, and Sheng Zhao knew he shouldn't delay, but he left Jianzong today, and he didn't know when he would be able to come back. Every move Wu Yu took to take care of him was also in his mind.

He squeezed the armrest.

Sheng Zhao, you have to be cruel.

Now that he has chosen this path, he cannot soften his heart, nor regret it, he cannot turn back.

Once he leaves today, he can also take these filthy things away from Wu Yu's side, and there will be no more incidents of Wu Yu pretending to be a Taoist companion.

It is also possible that it is a permanent separation.

Sheng Zhao's fingertips turned white, he turned around, put his hands on Qi Hua's shoulders, and jumped off.

While the red clothes were flying, he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Qi, you waited for me here for a while, and suddenly remembered that there are some things that have not been dealt with."

Qi Hua showed curiosity at the right time, but didn't ask any further questions, she just shook her fan, "Okay, I'll wait here for fellow daoist to come back."

Sheng Zhaofei went to the hiding place, which was invisible from Qi Hua, and he was going to say a few words, so he went back quickly.

If he can come back, he will learn how to deal with Jianzong's affairs, although Xie Cong's daily life seems very tiring.

At this time, Wu Yu asked lightly, "Where is it?"

Sheng Zhao quickly accepted Wu Yu's spiritual power, and replied, "It's a place for entertaining guests."

As he spoke, he sent his spiritual power far away along the invisible thread of thousands of miles of spiritual consciousness, so as not to worry Wu Yu.

Wu Yu also knew his exact location, but didn't say a word.

Sheng Zhao waited for a while, a little strange: "Master?"

But a cold voice came from behind him: "Turn back."

Sheng Zhao's body froze, and he made a mistake. Wu Yu came, and now he didn't know if he could leave or not.

He turned around and lowered his head: "Master, I'm sorry."

Wu Yu looked at him quietly.

Sheng Zhao thought that Wu Yu was going to preach to him again, after all, he caused the whole Jianzong to look for him.

Wu Yu: "You want to go?"

Sheng Zhao: "Yes."

After a moment of silence, Sheng Zhao suddenly felt warmth between his brows. He raised his eyes, and it was Wu Yu who reached out and tapped lightly on the middle of his forehead.

After Wu Yu moved away, Sheng Zhao saw that there was still a little blood on his fingertips: "Master?"

Wu Yu said "Yes", and said: "I have formed a contract in your sea of ​​knowledge, which will allow me to know where you are at any time."

Sheng Zhao touched the center of his brows, and after he realized what Wu Yu meant, he was instantly happy: "Master agrees!"

Wu Yu was helpless: "The spirit jade on your chest can still be used twice. If something happens, use the master-student contract to contact me."

"I put a bottle of elixir in your mustard space to help you advance to Nascent Soul, don't forget."

Sheng Zhao memorized all his words in his heart, and for some reason, the corners of his eyes were a little sour: "Okay."

Wu Yu sighed lightly: "Let's go."

Without waiting for Sheng Zhao's response, he turned and walked away.

White-clothed crane cloak, no sword at the waist, cold and lonely.

After walking a few steps, the figure disappeared into the air.

Sheng Zhao was stunned for a moment before returning to the spirit boat.

Qi Hua was waiting for him on the spirit boat, and when he saw him coming, he raised his hand to greet him.

Sheng Zhao jumped up lightly: "Okay, let's go."

Qi Hua: "I don't know who is the friend of Sheng Dao?"

Sheng Zhao: "I left something very important, I'll go get it."

At this time, the spirit boat took off and slowly drove out of Jianzong.

No one noticed, Lingzhou left two people at the foot of Jianzong Mountain.

For the convenience of playing, Qi Hua took the initiative to leave the spirit boat, and waved away the attendants who wanted to follow behind.

When the spirit boat drove away, Sheng Zhao saw that Qi Hua had no way of turning back, so he looked around with strange eyes.

Qi Hua had a bad feeling in her heart, and her smile stiffened: "You won't be going down the mountain for the first time—"

Sheng Zhao interrupted: "That's right, it's my first time going down the mountain."

"I'm not old enough to be able to leave the sect. I thought fellow Taoists had heard about me and should know."

Qi Hua frowned slightly: "I thought fellow Taoists would often walk down the mountain privately on weekdays."

For anyone who heard Sheng Zhao's words, the only reason he could explain was this. He regretted it, so why did he become fascinated and believed Sheng Zhao's empty words.

Sheng Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, I've memorized all the content of the brothers' daily chat, I guarantee you have fun!"

Qi Hua: "..."

An hour later, they successfully lost their way.

Sheng Zhao was in the crowd, rubbing shoulders with pedestrians, his eyes slightly confused.

Qi Hua at the side: "..."

He was jostled by pedestrians, knocked here and there from time to time, and his white clothes, which were not dusty, were dirty a lot.

Qi Hua had never experienced such a messy scene, and the people he came into contact with had never been so rude, let alone a bunch of people secretly watching his and Sheng Zhao's appearance.

Qi Hua thinks that playing is in the mountains and rivers, not in the busy alleys of the city.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Sheng Zhao took all of Qi Hua's actions into his eyes, and pretended not to notice. He looked around, and within a few steps, he smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Intense and tangy.

Sheng Zhao turned around, only to find Qi Hua standing where he was, looking at him coldly, and he sneered, "I smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, so I know how to go!"

Qi Hua, who was planning to send Sheng Zhao back to Jianzong, was thinking about how to speak, but was caught off guard by Sheng Zhao pulling his sleeves and walking forward: "Wait—"

Qi Hua's voice was drowned out in the crowd.

Sheng Zhao: "Huh? What did you say?"

Qi Hua: "..."

damn it.

Sheng Zhao searched for the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, came to the pastry shop, took a deep breath: "It smells so good."

Qi Hua frowned slightly, watching Sheng Zhao buy a bunch of them helplessly, he was extremely repulsed in his heart.

Are these things edible?They were placed casually at the front of the shop without anything to cover them. In Qi Hua's eyes, the cakes were as dirty as poison.

Sheng Zhao asked kindly, "Qi Hua, do you want to eat?"

Qi Hua: "I don't—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Sheng Zhao stuffed it into his mouth.

Sheng Zhao: "Try it, it's delicious."

Qi Hua's lips even touched Sheng Zhao's fingertips. The other party was holding a delicate and beautiful pastry, and the knuckles were as pink and tender as the pastry.

Sheng Zhao looked at him expectantly, his glazed pupils reflected the light, and amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, he was the only one in his eyes.

For some reason, Qi Hua obediently took a bite, and immediately regretted it. Why was he so obsessed with ghosts that he took the initiative to take the poison?

He has to send Sheng Zhao away quickly, hell free, if it is what it is in front of him, don't let it go.

But it ended up in his mouth, and after Sheng Zhao withdrew his hand, Qi Hua had no choice but to chew it into his stomach.

The tip of the tongue tasted sweet and sweet, and the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus filled his mouth. The body of the cake was soft and waxy, and the thin surface was crispy. He only took a small bite, and within a few bites, it was gone.

Qi Hua was still savoring it, it was unexpectedly delicious.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the pastry in Sheng Zhao's hand.

He took a small bite of the pastry, and the white liquid inside flowed out, still emitting heat, sticking sticky to Sheng Zhao's fingertips.

He held up the pastry, and brought it close to Qi Hua's lips again: "It's delicious, eat it quickly, it will all flow out."

Qi Hua wanted to refuse at first, but because of the sweet taste in her mouth, she took another mouthful out of nowhere.

I couldn't stop taking one mouthful after another, and swallowed it all.

Still delicious.

Even at the end, he took Sheng Zhao's fingertips in his mouth, licked into the liquid heart and crisps, stared at Sheng Zhao, and swallowed them.

After eating, Qi Hua acted as if nothing had happened, narrowing her eyes in satisfaction.

Sheng Zhao was a little startled, looked at his hands, then at Qi Hua, pondered for a moment, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, took out a piece of pastry himself, and ate it.

Qi Hua: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Sheng."

He thought to himself, Sheng Zhao is really easy to deceive, seeing that he didn't take it seriously, he felt embarrassed to say it again.

Still young, but too easy to fool.

What he didn't know was that although Sheng Zhao was disgusting, there was a kind of pleasure in his heart. He knew that Qi Hua had the best face, and he always kept his dignity in his heart.

But now he bowed down and licked off the filth on his hands.

Sheng Zhao pursed his lips, and handed the opened oil-paper package to Qi Hua's hand. He was eating and had no time to speak, so he said concisely, "Eat."

Qi Hua didn't reject it anymore, took out a piece and ate it.

The two of them walked side by side while eating pastries. It didn't take long for the crowd to thin out.

A little bit of comfort came to Qi Hua's heart. It was the first time he was so impolite, eating while people were coming and going, but he didn't have the anxiety of crossing the line, but was relaxed.

There was a real smile in Qi Hua's eyes, he turned his eyes slightly, and looked at Sheng Zhao next to him, his mouth was full and his cheeks were puffed up, which was a bit cute.

When they saw something delicious, they would buy it back and eat it with Qi Hua, telling Qi Hua some interesting things while walking.

Candied gourd skewers, oily grilled chicken...

Dancing puppet shows, various styles of wine in the alleys...

Among the crowd, no one cares who you are and what actions you will take. Qi Hua even feels that his mask has been loosened a little.

He looked at Sheng Zhao who was laughing and talking Yanyan, and thought to himself, this person is still interesting.

He played for a while longer, and then sent it back to Jianzong.

Not urgent.

At dusk, they rested in a restaurant.

The bottom hall was full of people, even Sheng Zhao and Qi Hua in the wing room could hear the conversation below.

Sheng Zhao took out the bamboo wine that he bought specially just now, and put it on the table: "My brothers and I like to eat this jar of wine, and I will give it to fellow Taoists."

Qi Hua nodded, "Okay."

Sheng Zhao poured the wine, looked at the folding fan in Qi Hua's hand with some curiosity, and asked, "Fellow Daoist Qi, why is your donated fan blank? You don't draw pictures, and you don't mention words."

Qi Hua slightly curled her lips: "It's useful, you'll know it in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the hall shouted in surprise: "What? The Sword Master Yuanqing has lost his cultivation?!"

After Qi Hua listened, he slowly raised his eyes, looked directly at Sheng Zhao who was stiff in front of him, and said softly, "You lied to me?"