After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

After Qi Wuyou said this, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became different.

——Master is caring about him.

The surrounding air relaxed with Luo Yunzhang's mood.

It's like going from a cold and windy canyon to a fairyland of peach forests. In a trance, you can see birds with bright coats and clear songs chirping on the branches.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

It doesn't have to be so fast.

Luo Yunzhang lowered his head slightly, and vainly blocked Qi Wuyou's hand, wanting to push it or not: "The wound is ugly, I'm afraid it will stain Master's eyes."

Why are you still shy?

Qi Wuyou simply pushed away Luo Yunzhang's hand, and pulled his lapel out——

The wound under the skirt was just the tip of the iceberg. Looking down, there were almost countless large and small wounds. Although some of them had healed, one could still see how deep the wounds were from the hideous scars around them.

Some were still not healed, the shallower wounds were just left there, the heavier ones were wrapped with a layer of gauze, and the gauze was not wrapped too carefully, and the wound near the chest even had blood oozing out.

Qi Wuyou pulled a little harder, and the skirt of the skirt rubbed against several red and swollen wounds on the edges. Luo Yunzhang didn't even move his brows, but when he saw Qi Wuyou's mouth pursed, he hesitated and stretched out his hand, trying to remove the skirt of the skirt. close.

Qi Wuyou fended him off, and pulled down the skirt of his clothes again, and found a large bruise under Luo Yunzhang's ribs.

It was the traces of flesh and blood being torn apart and healed again and again. Even the physique of an immortal cultivator would not be able to recover in a short while.

"This is……"

Luo Yunzhang saw that his eyebrows were trembling, and he glanced at the scars on his body, hesitated for a moment, forced his clothes to close up, and comforted: "It's all minor injuries, Master, don't worry about it."

Qi Wuyou: "..."

His mood at the moment is indescribable.

If he hadn't heard from Nan Gongli that he took bone statues, Qi Wuyou might have believed his nonsense.

After a while, I asked, "Do you feel no pain?"

Luo Yunzhang said calmly: "It's nothing compared to the pain Master has suffered."

Since when does pain have highs and lows?

Qi Wuyou has been in pain.

What happened to Luoxia Terrace was really painful.

Since he woke up, he didn't dare to think about the events of that day, as long as he recalled it for a while, he would feel extremely terrified.

Because of this, he knew better what it was like to be hurt.

Luo Yunzhang's body felt phantom pain just by looking at the scars on his body.

At the beginning, he died fairly quickly in Luoxia Terrace, and the pain passed away as soon as it hurt.

However, Luo Yunzhang tortured himself repeatedly for many years.

There are four or five scars just near the heart, if it is a few inches away...

Qi Wuyou looked at the bruise, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water from the top of the sky, and shivered——

Anyone who sees such a scarred body will probably feel pity for Luo Yunzhang, but he is afraid because of Luo Yunzhang's merciless self-abuse.

——Luo Yunzhang's cultivation is there, if it is not voluntary, no one can hurt him to this extent.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

He never expected that Luo Yunzhang would hurt himself so much.

The reason, Qi Wuyou didn't dare to think about it.

He broke away from Luo Yunzhang's hand, and wanted to touch one of the healed wounds with his fingers, but his fingers were so stiff that he couldn't stretch them out. Following the slight trembling of his eyelashes, he nestled back into his palm.

Qi Wuyou's breathing became lighter.

He had never seen his own body, nor had he asked anyone about his tragic condition when he died, but he could guess a thing or two from Luo Yunzhang's scarred body.

Qi Wuyou had never been so sleepy.

To be honest, he couldn't understand why Luo Yunzhang would torture himself to this point for a dead man.

Is it not good to count the dead as passers-by?

He's been like this since he was a kid.

When his parents passed away, he lived on his own. From school to the workplace, there are always groups of people rubbing shoulders with him. After grief, just keep going.He does everything he can to be honest.

Whatever goes through his hands, the cause and effect will be settled by him, and he will neither hide nor evade.

Luo Yunzhang cut off his spiritual veins and entered the sword formation, and he was executed at the Luoxia Terrace. He came and went without any hindrance, and the two were cleared up, and they could each go their own way.

Why, why must it be so?

——In the past four years, he has tortured himself every single day, even broken his own bones, and used Qionghua to create the illusion of relatives, almost insane.

Nangong Li's words kept replaying.

Qi Wuyou was puzzled and angry, but at the same time, he had to admit that he felt a little distressed.

Especially when looking at Luo Yunzhang who was secretly looking at him nervously.

A few hours ago, Luo Yunzhang was still asking him if it hurt.

Qi Wuyou really wanted to ask: Then do you feel pain?

But he couldn't quite get the question out of his mouth, and his thousands of thoughts were tangled up and down, and finally turned into a sigh.

After a long time, he pulled the person to the table and said in a deep voice, "Sit down, and I will help you with the medicine."

Qi Wuyou took out the white jade belt by himself, and then dug out the cold spring water, gauze and ointment powder from the belt, the whole time he was silent and didn't seem to smile.

Everyone around him knows how much he loves to laugh.

Even when he was Lan Fangjun and deliberately indifferent to Luo Yunzhang, there was always a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

At this time, the eyebrows and eyes are like distant mountains in the mist, the color is cold and gloomy, looming, making people afraid to approach.

Luo Yunzhang probably knew where he had offended the master, his eyes followed Qi Wuyou's hand, his handsome face was tense, looking for an opportunity to speak.

Finally, when Qi Wuyou went to untie the gauze stretching across his upper body, he held Qi Wuyou's hand, and called him very cautiously: "Master."

Qi Wuyou paused.

Luo Yunzhang tried to convince him: "I don't feel any pain anymore."

If there is no pain, there will be ghosts.

Qi Wuyou pulled out his hand and took off the gauze. When he saw the wound below, his brows furrowed. After washing him with cold spring water, he applied the elixir and wrapped it up again with clean gauze.

After cleaning up the exposed wounds again, Qi Wuyou wanted to go back to the case and sit down.

Luo Yunzhang thought he was about to see off a guest, so he quickly got up and grabbed his sleeve from behind.

He explained anxiously: "It was originally painful, but when I saw Master, I forgot that I was injured, so I didn't feel the pain anymore."

He is tall and straight, and his appearance is also stern and aggressive. At this time, in front of Qi Wuyou, he looks like a puppy in the rain outside.

Qi Wuyou glanced back.

He was not good at fighting coldly with others, now that he got angry, looking at Luo Yunzhang's appearance, he felt that it would be too impersonal to criticize him no matter how harshly.

Simply turned around, focused on solving the problem, and said solemnly: "Luo Yunzhang, don't think I don't know how you got these injuries on your body. If you get injured on purpose again, don't recognize me as a master in the future. "

Luo Yunzhang heard the looseness in his words, and immediately said: "There will be no next time."

Qi Wuyou: "..."

Every time I promise so happily.

He almost forgot how many times he had warned Luo Yunzhang like this.

Luo Yunzhang had better be able to do it.

Qi Wuyou reluctantly bypassed the table, planning to sort out the aura for Luo Yunzhang again.

Knowing that he had calmed down, Luo Yunzhang relaxed his clenched heart, and followed him to touch his waist in fear.

"Master..."

In the past few days, Luo Yunzhang hugged him frequently, and Qi Wuyou was almost used to it.

Luo Yunzhang was hurt like this for him, and he couldn't begrudge a mere hug, and responded uncomfortably: "What else is there?" But he was also ready to hug Luo Yunzhang.

Luo Yunzhang took a step forward, and the toe of his shoe touched Qi Wuyou's, and when he was about to embrace him, he suddenly thought of something, and slid his hands down to hold his waist, trying to untie him while groping. belt.

"!"

Qi Wuyou patted his hand and said in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Luo Yunzhang said guiltily: "During the day, I didn't know how to measure myself. I wanted to see if I hurt Master. If I did, I would also help Master with medicine."

Medication alone?

When Luo Yunzhang's hand landed on his waist, his fingers froze, and the charming atmosphere in front of him, he didn't believe it.

Facing a person who could be cruel to him, Qi Wuyou didn't dare to relax, so he quickly brushed him away and said, "No need!"

The matter of Luo Yunzhang's serious injury to Shen Huanran soon spread throughout the Long Yinzong.

Hundreds of immortal families disagreed about this, and the only thing that had no objection was that Luo Yunzhang's cultivation was too high.

Whoever he wanted to kill, it was useless for that person to resist, it would be more enjoyable to wash his neck and wait for him to chop.

Fortunately, Luo Yunzhang has been retreating at Xiaoyao Xianzong's residence since that day, Qiu Sanxian and Nan Gongli suppressed it together, and finally covered up the rumors.

But press the gourd to float the scoop.

The rumors on Luo Yunzhang's side subsided, and the Qingzhuyuan side became more lively.

For several days, there was an endless stream of monks visiting the door, all wanting to see the demeanor of Elder Wu You of Yongchengzong.

It was passed around, and the title of "Worriless Immortal Master" was actually given to him.

Qi Wuyou took advantage of the trend and made great efforts to use Xiaoyao Xianzong to give himself money.

Cultivator Dabo came here in high spirits, and when he saw him acting like a sect, he returned disappointed. Before leaving, he secretly spit in front of the door: "What!"

What Qi Wuyou wanted was such a reaction, to act during the day, and to cheer up to deal with Luo Yunzhang at night.

Every day he was worried that Luo Yunzhang would be found out when he came to see him at night, just like Princess Rapunzel who was waiting for the prince to have a tryst but was afraid of being discovered by the witch.

"..."

Ah no, this comparison is not quite right.

Qi Wuyou got goosebumps from being frightened by his own imagination.

In short, I don't know what kind of ups and downs Luo Yunzhang has experienced in the past five years.

Reticent is still as reticent as before, but has changed from a simple, tough and worry-free little padded jacket to a clinging, cloudy and uncertain, very good at secretly wearing pitiful body locks.

At first Qi Wuyou didn't realize that Luo Yunzhang would pretend to be pitiful and sympathetic.

Occasionally, when I think back one day, I remember that he often puts on a pure and innocent look here. Whenever he shows such an expression, if he asks for anything, he will always obey Luo Yunzhang's wishes.

The relationship has not been seen for several years, have you learned the art of tea?

The more he thought about it, the weirder he became, and finally Qi Wuyou chose to see nothing.

As long as he pretended he didn't notice it, he wouldn't be able to catch up with him.

Seven days passed peacefully, and the arena battle of the Immortal Gate Conference started as scheduled.

The arena of Long Yinzong is located in Wolongtai, the center of the sect.

Wolong Terrace is in the shape of a ring, with cliffs inside and outside, like a dragon coiling here.

In the middle of the deep cliff circled by the "dragon body" stands a nearly cylindrical steep peak that goes straight up and down, and the viewing seats are on the top of this steep peak.

There are eight arenas in Wolongtai according to the direction. Sitting in the spectator seats, you can look down at the battle situation at any time.

In the last Immortal Gate Conference, Qi Wuyou was too busy with the plot to watch the match.

Although he has the heart to watch the game this time, he doesn't have that perspective-he can be called a fairy leader in Yongchengzong, but looking at the whole world of cultivating immortals, with his cultivation base, he is not qualified to compete with the immortal sects and immortals of the major sects. As long as the same seat, he can only stay on the Wolong platform like ordinary sect disciples.

On the contrary, Luo Yunzhang, whose seniority was below the level of a fairy elder, was invited by thousands of people, and invited to the spectator seat.

As soon as Luo Yunzhang arrived at the scene, he found Qi Wuyou's figure in the crowd.

If Qi Wuyou felt something, he raised his head, and sure enough he saw Luo Yunzhang looking at him, afraid that others would see the clue, so he pretended not to know, and turned to look at Gu Yongchengzong's three people.

Nie Yun, Yuzi and Luxiu came to a fairy gate meeting four years ago.

At that time, they were only in their early ten years old, and they applied for the name of the ring battle, but they did not have the strength to fight in the ring, so Sect Master Chu directly abstained from the competition, and seized the time to practice in Xiaoyao Xianzong.

But this time, Nie Yun signed up and planned to compete.

Nie Yun was lucky and got a bye on the first day.

Qi Wuyou took him to watch the next few matches of opponents, and asked Nie Yun to tell their weaknesses while watching.During this period, he could always feel a pair of scorching eyes fixed on him.

Unavoidable headache——Luo Yunzhang didn't leave until dawn, and it's only been an hour since I saw him. Does it need to be so hard to part with?

He can only keep hypnotizing himself to ignore as much as possible.

At this moment, a female cultivator in plain clothes came towards Qi Wuyou.

As soon as he saw a strange monk, Qi Wuyou almost reflexively entered into an exaggerated state, and nodded to the female cultivator.

The female cultivator's level of cultivation is not high, about the same as that of Sect Master Chu, and her words and deeds are very decent. She didn't look at him too much, but politely cupped her hands and asked, "Your Excellency is Wuyou Immortal Master?"

"It's just me," Qi Wuyou looked complacent as he wanted to be another spectator, "but I just gain the trust of little friend Luo and give me some pointers. Immortal masters can't afford it."

The female cultivator smiled and said: "This is Su Ying, the suzerain of the Shanrou Sect. A few days ago, a disciple of the sect Meng Yong Chengzong helped out, but because he was in retreat at that time, he couldn't thank the immortal master in time. Come, one is to thank you, the other is to apologize, and the third is to see the demeanor of the immortal master."

The Shanrou Sect is the sect of those monks who were rescued by Nie Yun and others.

The female cultivator was very good at talking, and she seemed to be sincerely thanking her, her conversation was elegant, and she didn't mention Luo Yunzhang and Xiaoyao Xianzong in her words.

The other party treated her sincerely, but Qi Wuyou was not easy to deal with it, so he chatted with her for a few more words before saying goodbye to each other.

Turning his head, he found Nie Yun staring at him.

Qi Wuyou wondered: "What?"

Nie Yun shook his head, then turned to continue watching the competition on the ring.

On the spectator seat.

Qiu Sanxian clearly felt the sudden drop in air pressure around Luo Yunzhang, and the stone armrest under his hand made a muffled sound, and cracks crawled all over the seat in an instant.

Qiu Sanxian followed his line of sight, finally saw Qi Wuyou's figure in the crowd, his mind sank and he didn't speak.

Just when he thought that Luo Yunzhang was going to mess around again, secretly accumulating spiritual energy for emergencies, Luo Yunzhang let go of his palm, probably trying to wrestle with his tyrannical thoughts, so that there was a rattling sound between his fingers.

——Master doesn't like him getting out of control.

Slowly releasing the stagnant breath in his chest, Luo Yunzhang lowered his eyes and concentrated quietly, expelling the image of Qi Wuyou talking and laughing with the nun from his mind, and forcibly suppressed the irritability entrenched in his heart.

Not long after, the ripples in the heart lake disappeared.

Luo Yunzhang became more and more calm, he hadn't forgotten that Long Yinzong came here to find the whereabouts of Bao Yi, and with Master here, he had to find Bao Yi and kill him earlier, and he must not let Master suffer any more. shackles.

The powerful consciousness centered on him, covering it in all directions like a transparent film.

When the entire spectator seats were under the monitoring of his consciousness, Luo Yunzhang noticed something unusual.

He opened his eyes abruptly, stood up and looked behind the spectator seats.

Seeing that there was something strange about him, Qiu Sanxian saw that the spiritual energy that was circulating slowly in his spiritual veins accelerated rapidly, but there was nothing on his face, so he asked in his usual tone, "But what did you find?"

Luo Yunzhang looked around the entire spectator stand, with a solemn expression, and said to Qiu Sanxian: "Fenqing Palace, Zhaoyue Court, and several sect masters and immortal elders of the Immortal Sect are not here."

The two did not avoid others when they talked.

Hearing their conversation, Nan Gongli answered, "Sect Master Qiu and Xiaoyou Luo don't know something. This morning, a disciple of Fenqing Palace went mad and seriously injured several disciples of Zhaoyue Court. Palace Master Li and Sect Master Du The elders of the other two sects are both mediating this matter, and earlier they flew to the Longyin Hall, saying that they would be there later."

Fenqing Palace and Zhaoyueting are different from small sects like Yongchengzong and Yuraozong. These two major sects have some status in the world of cultivating immortals, and they are frequent visitors of the immortal sect conference. They don't even know the rules during the conference .

If they fought for no reason, it might arouse Nangong Li's doubts, but the disciple's madness is an unexpected situation——

Every session of the Xianmen Conference will produce a few disciples who are eager for quick success and quick profit, and cause disasters, especially in the Fenqing Palace, because of the cruel heart, there are especially many disciples who go astray.

Most of the people who can bring the Immortal Gate Conference are the best in the sect. As soon as the arena battle started, several disciples of Zhaoyue Court were folded in the Fenqing Palace. reasonable.

So Nangong Li didn't think too much when he received the letter.

Seeing that Luo Yunzhang and Qiu Sanxian's faces were both ugly, he became vigilant: "Could it be that something is wrong?"

Wolong Terrace.

Qi Wuyou shuddered for no reason, always felt that something was not quite right.

He looked around and vaguely sensed that something was missing around him, but he couldn't tell what was missing.

Just as he was concentrating on it, suddenly a large wave of disciples came from the west ring.

Walking and talking--

"Hey, it's really boring, I abstained before I started!"

"I heard from a fellow daoist who came over from the Northwest Arena that Fenqing Palace has abstained from seven or eight games today!"

"The same goes for Zhaoyueting, I don't think they are here at all today!"

Qi Wuyou hurriedly stopped one of them, and asked: "Little friend just said that there is no one from Zhaoyueting today?"

The man didn't know Qi Wuyou, he gave him a strange look, and replied perfunctorily: "Ah, I heard it is." Then he walked around him and went to the east ring.

Qi Wuyou paused for a while, then hurried back to the ring, and asked Nie Yun: "Have you ever seen the monks from Fenqing Palace and Zhaoyue Court today?"

Nie Yun heard the words and recalled for a moment, said: "It seems that I have never seen it before."

Qi Wuyou: "..."

He knew what was missing.

The costumes of Zhaoyueting monks are white, and they wear moon crowns. The strength of the monks is distinguished by the degree of the moon crown. Because the clothes are very elegant, they are quite eye-catching.

The Burning Love Palace likes to wear orange-red fire-patterned robes. The male cultivators are extremely tall and strong, while the female cultivators are petite and accustomed to wearing veils. Standing together, they are particularly eye-catching.

Whether it is Fenqing Palace or Zhaoyue Court, the scale is not small. The number of disciples who come to participate in the Xianmen Conference is second only to top-level sects such as Xiaoyao Xianzong and Guiyuanzong. At least dozens of disciples will compete in a day , evenly distributed to eight rings, it should be their turn for a few rounds in the southern ring.

But it was almost an hour since the start of the ring battle, and he had never even seen a single disciple from Fenqing Palace and Zhaoyueting.

I don't know if he was thinking too much. From the moment he realized this, Qi Wuyou felt uncomfortable all over. The air around him made him feel uneasy. Nie Yun's shoulder, said: "There is something wrong here, you go back to the Green Bamboo Courtyard with me first."

With one slap, Nie Yun turned around, was taken aback when he saw him, his eyes gradually lit up, and suddenly hugged him and shouted: "Mother! Why are you here?"

Qi Wuyou: "???"

Who is your mother? !

Looking at Yuzi and Luxiu again, the two have already called each other siblings.

Suddenly, a scream sounded from the arena. This sound seemed to sound some kind of signal.

The people around fell into madness without warning.

A cultivator on the ring rode the rival cultivator under him, stabbed several times with his sword, and the sword hit the vital point directly.

The monk who was riding below screamed and struggled a few times before falling silent.

The monk above didn't seem to notice, and kept cutting the opponent's body with a sharp sword, hot blood splashed on his face, he burst into tears, and his eyes were full of hatred like an abyss, "Damn! Damn! You should die!!"

The competitions in the Immortal Gate Conference will end as soon as possible, and if it goes too far, there will be monks watching the competition to stop it.

But at this time, the eyes of the monk who should have stopped the competition were bloodshot. He suddenly pulled out his sword, and pierced a smiling monk who ran towards him and called "Daddy" with his sword.

There was a sword wind coming from behind, Qi Wuyou hurriedly grabbed Nie Yun with one hand, wrapped around Luxiu and Yuzi with the other, and dodged to the side.

I saw a Chixiaozong cultivator shouting at him hoarsely: "Zhou Kun, you kill my parents, today I will let you die by my sword!"

Who is Zhou Kun again!

The accident happened suddenly, Qi Wuyou was about to avoid this bloody cultivator, when he felt a cold gaze pass through the crazy crowd, sticking to him.

My heart skipped a beat, and then jumped up like a fright.

— hug one!

There is no evidence, but Qi Wuyou can be sure.

The chill climbed up the back of his neck, like a cold hand caressing his back.

His evasive movement was half a beat slow, his hair was almost cut off, and he turned around to avoid the point of the sword, looking for the direction of the gaze, but he felt that the sky was spinning, and he couldn't tell where it came from.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of surprise conversation, and the sound of a gun being pierced filled Qi Wuyou's ears.

The string of intuition in my mind keeps beating, which is a hint from "Fang Wai's Eye".

His breathing was frozen, and Qi Wuyou felt like falling into a cold prison.

He raised his head abruptly, and saw that the space above Long Yinzong was like a huge python, twisting its body constantly, transforming and growing.

Spectator seat.

"Qi Wuyou" smiled unprecedentedly ambiguously and gorgeously, and waved to Luo Yunzhang, saying: "Yunzhang, come here as a teacher." Then he missed a beat, and then jumped up wildly like terrified.