Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

The first two pages at the beginning of the story book are full of excitement.

Just judging from the first two pages at the beginning, Shu Yao reckoned that this was probably a celestial boss with a pure heart. Among thousands of people, he fell in love at first sight with a beautiful and talented young man. A tender and sweet love story.

The boy was of course flattered.

Not only did he respond with all his heart and sincerity, but he also made a shocking decision.

He abandoned his sword to practice medicine. Originally, it took him hundreds of years to be able to stand side by side with the boss, but he said it was a waste of money. He even threw away all his worries about his own life and safety because of love.

During these ups and downs, their relationship has also grown rapidly, from holding hands to hugging to kissing, and finally to an indescribable level.

Not to mention, the writer himself has a good writing style and a solid foundation, so it's no wonder that the places where the scripts are sold are surrounded by disciples.

If the master of immortality is not Dao Zun and his name is not Shu Yao, perhaps Shu Yao can appreciate this storybook more.

Although the original author deliberately changed a word, the intention was to cover up the meaning, and it came out through the paper.

No one is stupid enough to be fooled by this one word.

Shu Yao silently flipped through the first few dozen pages.

He secretly complained about the immaturity of the original author in his heart.

The emotional drama is already uncovering the clouds and seeing the moon, but it only takes up a quarter of the whole book. What will be written later?

Is it the eighteenth posture?

Thinking of this, Shu Yao felt that a booklet in his hand was as heavy as falling lead and as hot as a soldering iron, making it difficult for him to take it down for a moment.

But Shu Yao could really restrain his curiosity, and put down the book calmly——

He will not be Shu Yao anymore.

So Shu Yao looked at death like home, and turned to the next page, his eyes full of tragedy.

Unexpectedly, the author didn't focus on writing them greasy and crooked, and the honey is sweet.

When she changed the subject, she made a fortune!

The little beauty who thought she was in love with her follower, and was full of joy, was detained by the Demon Lord because of her fellow disciples, and went to the Demon Realm to meet the Demon Lord with the big brother.

After seeing this, he discovered something extraordinary.

It turned out that he and Tanlangshi looked somewhat similar.

And the person he is infatuated with is also infatuated with a person with the same infatuation as him.

That person is not himself.

He is the Greedy Wolf Messenger who surpasses the Dao of Demons with both swordsmanship and appearance.

Coincidentally, the demon king they came to meet was the same person as the boss.

Coincidentally, the Mozun had the same idea as the big brother and wanted to find a similar substitute, and plundered the little beauty.

Mozun told the little beauty everything completely.

Of these two people, one is a scumbag who deceives himself and his heart, and the other is a scumbag who is very clear about it.

The little beauty is already a mature enough adult.

So he chooses neither.

"Shu Yao, who once fell in love with you, is no longer here.

You killed him yourself. "

"Now it's Shu Yao who only lives for herself."

After all, the little beauty turned around and left without any regrets.

Later, by accident, he met a beautiful woman who was truly peerless and fell in love with him.

The great beauty is both good and evil, acting recklessly, happily and unrestrainedly.

The little beauty loves his style very much.

The big beauty was also moved by the little beauty's status as a doctor and his innocence.

In the end they lived happily together.

right.

The big beauty is the envoy of Greedy Wolf, and the little beauty is called Shu Yao.

In Shu Yao's hands, the storybook was shattered like snowflakes in the first month, poplar flowers in March.

No matter how long he has been washed by the ups and downs of the magic way, he has cultivated a good heart as strong as steel——

Seeing the indescribable and indescribable intimacy between the Greedy Wolf Envoy and Shu Yao, Shu Yao's heart would still break down a bit.

Shu Yao was not the only one who collapsed.

After reading the entire book, the many disciples gathered around the booth felt a little bit depressed, and even the excited whispers fell silent.

The female disciple regained her composure, and complained: "I thought that the big boss in the book should have a crematorium to save the little beauty. Why...why did the little beauty suddenly get together with the big beauty? This is too much." Caught off guard???"

Her companion's eyes were extremely bright, even though she deliberately lowered her voice, she still couldn't stop her excitement, arguing:

"What's so bad about a little beauty and a big beauty being together? The immortal master and the Mozun are one by one. They like the big beauty, so they like the big beauty. Why bother to use the little beauty's infatuation as a backstop? "

"..."

The two of them whispered softly, like the first boiling bubbles breaking through the calm water.

Followed by a sad and angry roar from a male disciple, he clutched his heart and shook his head, and shouted: "Book seller! Return my innocence!!!"

Because his screams were so heart-wrenching, he actually forcibly dragged back a group of male and female disciples who were immersed in the blood of Tianleigou.

They all cast their horror eyes on the stall owner.

I can't see the face of this stall owner as a kind-hearted old man. In broad daylight, he is not taboo about meat and vegetables, even a male disciple.

The owner of the stall who was wearing a smile that couldn't help overflowing from his face, wrinkled the corners of his brows and tails of his eyes and laughed like a bunch of flowers: "???"

He fell into the trap, and cautiously probed: "This, this, this? What are you talking about, little friend?"

The stall owner deliberately hinted: "In broad daylight, under the bright sky——"

As an old man, it's obvious to all whether he has tampered with the innocence of the male disciple.

It is impossible to deliberately touch porcelain and want him to pay for the spirit stone.

The male disciple crumpled the books into a ball and said angrily, "You're selling dog meat!"

"Obviously the title of the book is about the secret history of Xuanshan. Not only does it not have a half-hearted and upright story about Xuanshan's ancestors, but it even writes such indescribable things."

He looked up at the sky, and there were two lines of tears, which slowly slid down from the tough face of the male disciple.

The male disciple let out a grievous whimper: "I like girls who are as beautiful as flowers and jade, delicate and soft. I read this book and told me how to face her in the future."

The stall owner: "..."

It was probably because the male disciple's feelings were too sincere, causing the disciples around him to feel sympathy, and to comfort him:

"Brother Xingxing, do you have a home for a girl who is as delicate as flowers and jade? Are you thinking about the future before you even mention the current situation?"

A disciple changed the angle: "Brother, calm down, look at the Huaishuang stream in Xuanshan Mountain, and Gu Chibi at Dazheng Academy. The girl's house is a girl's house, and it is as beautiful as flowers. How about Rou? They are still the best of the fairy sect!"

Some disciples said sharply: "Brother, do you look down on your willpower being shaken by a mere book, or do you look down on a girl who is as beautiful as a flower and jade?"

He hit the nail on the head: "Maybe this book was written by a delicate and delicate girl?"

The male disciple rolled his eyes, and he didn't look like he could speak.

At this time, a beautifully embroidered and brilliant brocade bag hit the table, making a knock that was neither light nor heavy.

The spirit stones inside were rolling and colliding with each other, and the sound was clear and crisp.

The hand that holds the bag is beautiful.

There are thousands of metaphors to describe hands

For example, it is as full as jade, as white as snow, slender and beautiful, almost like carving.

But when the disciple saw the hand at first glance, he only praised it with very few adjectives in his mind.

Because that hand deserves all the best adjectives.

Shu Yao loosened the mouth of the bag, and the spirit stones were scattered all over the table, colorful and dazzling.

The stall owner swallowed, waiting for the big customer to speak.

Looking at Shu Yao's gorgeous clothes and noble demeanor, he knows that if he is not a direct descendant of a big sect, if he is not a direct descendant of a family.

Anyway, it must be a rich character who is not easy to mess with.

Sure enough, the stall owner heard Shu Yao say indifferently: "I wrap up all the scripts on the stall for me."

Although the stall owner has been setting up a stall at the foot of the mountain for decades, he has never seen anyone who bought all the scriptures in one go.

But this does not hinder his hospitality: "Well, the author said that this is only the first book, and there must be a second and third book in the follow-up. Look... do you want it?"

The stall owner rubbed his hands, which was full of hints.

And the second and third books? ? ?

For the first time, Shu Yao understood how to write the word despair.

He lightly pressed between his eyebrows: "It's all covered by me too."

"Okay!" The stall owner smiled happily, and answered loudly enough, carefully asking for instructions, "Look, where is it appropriate to send it?"

The young man in red frowned, but smiled.

It is very much like the greedy wolf envoy in the storybook, with a haughty and arrogant heart buried under the astonishingly beautiful skin, boundless beauty pours out when he smiles.

Shu Yao said, "It's all burned."

Burning books and burying Confucianism is just burning books and burying Confucianism.

Be arrogant and extravagant.

Anyway, Shu Yao didn't really want to see these scripts again.

He doesn't really care about gossip people.

In the past, how the rumors of Ren Mo Dao were so hot, and how they flew all over the sky that one could listen to one or two ears while sitting in a dendrobium bead, Shu Yao just laughed it off, and never wanted to delve into it.

He thought very simply.

Could it be that if they spread the rumors all over the sky, they could affect the speed at which their swords were drawn?

impossible.

But now it's different.

Shu Yao didn't want Wei Heng's 300-year reputation to be damaged.

Just by looking at the disciples of Xuanshan's heartfelt, almost fanatical respect for Wei Heng in the Moyu party, one can know what a perfect god-like figure Wei Heng is in their minds.

Wei Heng deserves it.

Shu Yao only hoped that he could continue like this forever.

So it's just buying the storybook and burning it, which is not unacceptable.

He gritted his teeth secretly.

Even killing the writer of the script with a sword is not out of the question.

Obviously the disciples had a different idea from Shu Yao.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar and a discussion.

A wealthy disciple touched the purse quietly, as if he had competed with Shu Yao for the size of the purse, snatched the batch of scriptures and kept them.

Fortunately, Lin Yunhe's arrival was in time to save the dangerous idea that the disciple who had taken advantage of him would lose his underwear.

When he saw Shu Yao, his eyes lit up, he didn't care about anything else, and shouted loudly: "Senior brother Shu, what a coincidence! I wanted to go to Xuanmiao Peak to personally congratulate you for winning the first place in the mortal demon race."

Shu Yao: "..."

No, no, please shut up.

It is my greatest congratulations that you shut up.

It's a pity that Linyunhe couldn't read Shu Yao's heartfelt voice.

He was also careless, not feeling the sudden change in the strange eyes of a group of disciples around him, and said to himself: "It can be seen that there is no meeting in life, and you can meet Senior Brother Shu at the market, and you don't have to go to Xuanmiao Peak .”

"..."

No, it's not.

If possible, Shu Yao really wants to never meet Lin Yunhe in every part of his life.

But he can't.

Shu Yao could only watch as the disciples spoke more and more excitedly, and the topics became more and more strange, and finally even politely lowered their voices and whispered, it turned into an open and aboveboard loud noise:

"Xuanmiaofeng? The surname is Shu, the number one demon slayer in the world, I think, I can't be wrong, right?"

His companion replied impatiently: "Where can I go wrong? There is so much information, who else can there be besides the head disciple of Dao Zun who has been talked about so much recently?"

They looked at each other, and their expressions became subtle:

"Wait a minute, Shu Yao in this script..."

"Ahem, ahem, this involves too much, brother, don't talk too much, as long as you know what I know."

They were thoughtful: "That's why Zunshou disciple generously bought all these scriptures, and threatened to let the stall owner burn them—"

The two saw their own strange face in each other's eyes.

Finally, the more sensible one stopped him: "Forget it, the first disciple of Daoist Master will be angry later."

Shu Yao: "..."

Do you think your volume is so low that I can't hear you? ? ?

Do you misunderstand your own cultivation, do you think that you are two Mahayanas transmitting voices to each other? ? ?

On the one hand, there are a lot of people's voices and eager eyes; on the other hand, the boss is urging him anxiously and asking him whether he wants to burn it, how to burn it if he burns it, and where to send it if he doesn't burn it.

Shu Yao had a novel experience of a dilemma.

He also broke down in the end.

Just slip away.

Still, I would like to thank the agility that has been honed after hundreds of battles, and Die Nongzu, which Qixiu can use to speed up her movement.

Only then can the disciple gossip for a while, and when he reluctantly raises his head to look up, he realizes that the master has disappeared without a trace.

Even so, it also left enough jokes for them to talk about for a long time after dinner.

Shu Yao blew the gentle breeze of Huixuan Mountain that never changed in all seasons, and finally his mind cleared up a bit.

He went to the small courtyard where Gu Chibi lived.

There was a detail in the script that betrayed Gu Chi's pen.

Shu Yaoxiu's practice in the script is the Yunshang Heart Sutra.

Shu Yao can count on one hand the people who know the name of this exercise.

In addition, when Gu Chi personally said that he was writing an article at the inn, he thanked Po Jun and Yin Changyan for providing her with inspiration materials——

What else does Shu Yao not understand?

The breeze lowered the branches of a string of fragrant white Sophora japonica flowers, and the moss climbed up the stone steps one after another, stretching to connect the lush vegetation, green and green.

Responding to the chirping of birds, Shu Yao knocked on Gu Chibi's courtyard door.

Gu Chibi pulled away the courtyards with sleepy eyes, yawned and asked Shu Yao lazily, "Junior Brother Shu came to me on purpose, is there something important?"

Shu Yao didn't answer the question, but cared: "Senior Sister Gu looks quite tired, are you tired recently?"

"Oh, this." Gu Chi rubbed his dark eyes indifferently, "Recently, I've been busy writing articles lately, and I haven't meditated much to replenish my vitality. I have no choice but to make a living."

"I see."

Shu Yao nodded in understanding.

Immediately, he laughed, and took out the scriptbook that was crumpled into a ball in his sleeve: "Is Senior Sister Gu busy writing the second and third volumes of this follow-up volume?"

"..."

In the end, Shu Yao was given a [-]-point high-level courtesy by Gu Chibi. He personally invited him in, made tea, and greeted him with care.

It's just a matter of never mentioning the script.

Very bachelor.

Shu Yao sipped his tea, and slowly explained to Gu Chibi the reason for his visit: "I'm looking for Senior Sister Gu, mainly because I read the script—"

Gu Chi's face was solemn, his spiritual power was ready to be released, and he was only waiting for the moment when Shu Yao made a disagreement and fought.

Shu Yao said calmly: "I think the words written by Senior Sister Gu are very good, and I want to trouble Senior Sister to help me with something."

Gu Chi pen: "???"

Ah? ? ?

Facing his script of the Eighteen Forbidden Words of Heavenly Thunder and Dog Blood, how could Junior Brother Shu be so tolerant and not to care about it, and let it go lightly?

Was it because I misunderstood Junior Brother Shu's character before? ? ?

She collected herself and said, "Junior Brother, just say it."

It is a bit embarrassing to be as thick-skinned as Gu Chi pen if someone finds out that someone came to ask for an explanation.

Shu Yao smiled slightly.

Gu Chibi only felt that the nerves in his whole body tensed up with Shu Yao's smile.

"It's like this." Shu Yao followed the temptation, "I think the love-hate relationship between Mo Zun and his Seven Killing Envoys and Pojun Envoys is also very eye-catching, and it's worth writing about. Senior Sister, would you like to think about it?"

Gu Chi spoke bluntly, and blurted out: "But the seven kills and the two envoys are not as good-looking as you and the envoy Tanlang, and the demon venerable alone is not as powerful as the Taoist and demon dual venerables. It is not worth writing."

Shu Yao secretly regretted that he didn't bring a talisman with a lingering sound, otherwise he could give Po Jun a listen to Gu Chibi's words at this time, maybe they could turn against each other and fight each other in the nest.

"Let's talk about it." Gu Chi reacted after he wrote, "How did you know, Junior Brother, that the two envoys, the Mozun and the Seven Killers and Pojun, have a grudge against each other."

Shu Yao didn't answer.

But when he waved his hand, the spirit stone appeared like a hill, illuminating the room with bright light.

Has been able to answer all the questions for him.

Gu Chi changed his words quickly: "It doesn't matter."

She asked earnestly, very considerate and thoughtful: "The important thing is what kind of script the younger brother wants to write, and what kind of story do you want to tell about the relationship between the demon king and the two envoys of the Seven Killers and Pojun?"

"Pojunshi turned against Demon Venerable a few days ago and betrayed the Demon Way."

Gu Chibi nodded slightly, signaling that she knew about it earlier.

Shu Yao cleared his throat, and said vividly: "In fact, the Seven Killing Envoys had been tempted by the Po Jun Envoy a hundred years ago, but it is a pity that the Po Jun Envoy has always been sensual and incomprehensible, so how could he care about the Seven Killing Envoy's intentions?

"And the Demon Venerable also wanted to get involved. With the power of the Demon Venerable, he took advantage of the loyalty of the Seven Killing Envoys to him, forcing the Seven Killing Envoys to entrust him with Xu Snake on that side. "

"On the one hand, he is a secret lover who cares about his own enjoyment, and on the other hand, he is the boss who wants to be his lover, forcing Seven Killers to change his temperament drastically in a hundred years."

Gu Chibi listened with gusto.

Shu Yao also spoke very happily: "But what kind of domineering and paranoid person is the devil? He is never satisfied with just getting the envoy of seven kills on the bed. , For a hundred years, Mozun can only vent his anger on Pojunshi, and a few days ago, Mozun settled his old and new grudges together, and turned his face on Pojunshi."

Gu Chi penchi asked: "Is this true?"

Otherwise how can it be so real?

Shu Yao paused meaningfully, leaving enough room for Gu Chi's imagination.

Gu Chibi's expression gradually became serious, as if he knew it.

She clapped her hands and said, "Junior, don't worry! I will definitely live up to this wonderful story! After ten days, just come and get the manuscript."

Shu Yao intentionally or unintentionally said: "Don't rush for a while, I want to thank Junior Brother Linyunhe, he didn't mention me, I didn't know that Senior Sister Gu wrote a good article."

Looking at Gu Chi's darkened eyes, he could almost imagine how Lin Yunhe would be beaten up by Gu Chi's pen in the future, and he felt elated.

Thinking of Pojun and Qisha's love-hate entanglement with Xuetian, spreading the blood of both immortals and demons in the future, it made Shu Yao feel even more ecstatic.

This kind of happiness was maintained until Gu Chibi sent Shu Yao out.

Gu Chibi asked Shu Yao coldly: "Junior Brother knows so much about the Devil's Way, but did you ever know the relationship between Wan Chuanhe in the Devil's Way and the Greedy Wolf Envoy?"

"???"

Shu Yao was taken aback for a moment: "Senior sister, why do you ask this?"

Gu Chi's pen was reserved and reserved: "I just heard that the Greedy Wolf Envoy turned against the Demon Lord and betrayed the Demon Way for the sake of Wan Chuanhe."

Shu Yao almost choked on himself: "Senior sister, don't think too much, it's just a normal relationship."

It's just a relationship between an unlucky person and a poor bastard who is relied on.

When Shu Yao met Wan Chuanhe for the first time, not long after he took the position of Tanlang Envoy, Wan Chuanhe was seriously injured and lay dying at the gate of his newly completed Chang'an City.

Shu Yao was so angry that he thought it was some bastard who dared to challenge the majesty of his Greedy Wolf Envoy at this juncture, so he dug the second domain three feet into the ground with his cold voice and silent shadow, and even went to the Demon Palace to make Xue Tian wonder how much This time, I completely turned over all 36 domains.

Oddly enough it didn't come out.

Shu Yao could only pinch his nose and grit his teeth, and took Wan Chuanhe in. When Wan Chuan and Youyou woke up, they might have beaten their brains too hard. What is the name, who is what and what does it look like.

On the contrary, Shu Yao was unlucky enough to get an old lady who chased after him non-stop, and who liked to worry about nothing more than Hongluan Tianyao.

After a hundred years, the bastard who caused the trouble was not found, and the unlucky person is still the same unlucky person, who was targeted by Rang Xuetian.

And Shu Yao is still the poor bastard who has to hold his nose and clean up the mess for him.

But speaking of it, it seems a bit abnormal for Xuetian to meet Wan Chuanhe for the first time:

There was his undisguised disgust, astonishment, and something deeper that Shu Yao couldn't understand at the time.

Shu Yao thought about it one after another, and before he had time to finish recollecting the memories in his mind, he landed on Xuanmiao Peak.

He rolled his eyes and smiled.

It may be that Wei Heng is really too handsome, he is a bit out of the world, seeing him, he feels happy and forgets whether he is loved or insulted.

All the story books, the broken army and Gu Chi's pen, and all the troubles of the unlucky and poor bastards are all left behind.

The rattling sound came in at an inopportune moment.

The goose has lived for hundreds of years, so at any rate, it has a wink, knowing that the current Xuanmiao Peak is no longer just a goose.

As a goose that has been carefully raised by the previous Xuanmiao Peak Master and personally inspected by the Sect Master Falling Blue Sky, it is of course a noble, proud and confident goose.

Of course, he did not hesitate to choose to curry favor with Shu Yao, the little fairy who took away his favor.

So as soon as Shu Yao reached Xuanmiao Peak, the whole goose rushed up, its wings fluttering and its feathers flying wildly.

It hurt Shu Yao badly.

He frantically went to catch the goose. When the goose was arching in his arms to find a comfortable position, its wings hit something it shouldn't.

For example, the Secret History of Xuanshan in Shu Yao's sleeve.

Wei Heng picked it up for Shu Yao, read it word by word, and asked Shu Yao, "Why do you want to see this?"

Shu Yao hugged the goose and stood there stiffly.

He slowly lowered his head to look at the goose, thinking about whether this goose has been bred for hundreds of years, fat and strong, whether it is better braised in red or stewed in clear.

The goose was so frightened by the murderous look in Shu Yao's eyes that it didn't even dare to flap its wings, and the whole goose was aggrieved and balled up.

Wei Heng was just about to say: "If you want to know about Xuanshan, I'll tell you one by one", when the rune of Xuanmiao Peak's formation method suddenly lit up, the voice of the stall owner came in, very embarrassed:

"I'm here to deliver books. Senior Shu bought a pile of books. How to deal with them? There's no regulations yet."

Shu Yao didn't want to kill the goose anymore.

He wants to jump off the mountain.