I am a Juggernaut by virtue of my beauty [Transmigration Book]

Mu Xiwei's mind was lost during the walk, and Tangtang was number one on the list, almost tripped twice by the stones on the road.

It wasn't until Mu Xiwei walked to the house that he realized that he had come to Luo Yongzhou's residence in a daze.

"It's Xiwei."

Before Mu Xi hesitated to think, Luo Yongzhou had already noticed his approach and said, "Come in directly, I just have something to tell you."

Luo Yongzhou did have something to tell Mu Xiwei.

"You, Xiwei, must have known about the fact that the demons provoked the war. This time you go to the front line, and I will go with you."

The news was so shocking that even Mu Xiwei's chaotic mind reacted subconsciously, saying in disbelief, "Master...you, come with me?"

Juggernaut... want to go with him in the team of one of his Foundation Establishment disciples?

Mu Xiwei remembered that she had heard people say that in previous battles between humans and demons, large and small, if the heads of the six sects could be present in person, it could be regarded as a large-scale and widely-involved battle.

As for the land gods, they have not personally participated in the disputes between humans and demons for nearly a hundred years.

The meaning of their existence is like a huge monument under the sky. Just knowing that there are such a number of people without leaving or showing up is already a silent deterrent.

Let alone a Juggernaut?

The great demon lord has been dead for a hundred years, what kind of battle will it take to attract the sword master.

"Yes, this may change, so I will go with you."

Tan Bansheng revealed the secret of the sky in a vague way, and Luo Yongzhou could only explain the whole story in a vague way.

He bent his eyes, and the smile hooked up at the end of his eyes was like a petal swirling gently on the water, making people itch.

"And I really want to go out with Xiwei."

In the previous few mission worlds, Luo Yongzhou played the role of either a stranger who should not get close to the flower of the high mountain, or an unfathomable and hidden master. , the point where the seven emotions are not moving.

As a result, Luo Yongri stayed in the holy land of the sect or nestled in the peak of the snow mountain all day long, and never went out to see the magnificent scenery outside the world of cultivating immortals.

When it comes to the world in "Mandate of Destiny", maybe it's the world I built with my own hands, and the protagonists I write are different after all.

Luo Yongzhou's joys, anger, sorrows and joys that were almost frozen had gradually begun to recover.He wants to go out and see what the world looks like

"A hundred years ago, the Demon Race battlefield..."

"The pain of a lifetime..."

The few words and phrases of Qi Yunfei lingered in Mu Xiwei's ears, and at this moment they rang again lingeringly.

Mu Xi vaguely understood Luo Yongzhou's thoughts.

About a hundred years ago, that person went to the battlefield of the Demon Race, and the master was not by his side, so something happened, which caused the pain of his life.

So it's my turn a hundred years later——

Even if the master knows that he is not him at all, it will not help; even if he is willing to abandon the dignity and pride of the Juggernaut and change his face, he will go with him with a heart of guilt that lasts for a hundred years.

Mu Xi opened his mouth slightly, and heard his own voice was dry and hoarse, and it was extremely difficult to squeeze out a simple word: "Okay."

If the master is worried about himself, Mu Xiwei can tell him clearly that Luo Yongzhou needn't worry, and there is really no need to go with him.

But the master is not for him, but another person he missed a hundred years ago.

His life was saved by Luo Yongzhou, and Luo Yongzhou might have another purpose for him, but it was really good.

If there is no Luo Yongzhou, maybe the grass on the head of my grave is already three feet high at this time, so how can I get the chance to win the first place in the Tianbang test?

Mu Xiwei was not so heartless that he could enjoy Luo Yongzhou's kindness to him with peace of mind, but he still had resentment in his heart.

He still deeply misses Luo Yongzhou's goodness, and still regards Luo Yongzhou as the light in his life, Mu Xiwei can do whatever Luo Yongzhou wants at all costs.

The only difference is that we need to keep in mind that we should keep our distance in the future, which is also good for both of them.

An idea planted a seed in Mu Xiwei's heart, and it grew and sprouted in a very short time. In a blink of an eye, the roots, branches, and leaves of the towering tree entangled every inch of his heart, lungs, and flesh, making it unbreakable.

He wants to be strong.

I want to stand at the same height as Master.

Then at that time, he might be able to ask Luo Yongzhou a question openly and aboveboard.

Ask him who that person is in his heart.

Ask him what happened a hundred years ago.

Ask him about the personnel affairs of a century, which one is worth remembering so far, and he can't forget it to the point of obsession.

Luo Yongzhou heard that something was wrong with his apprentice's voice, and just when he wanted to reassure him and not have too much psychological shadow, Mu Xiwei had already run away without a trace.

In front of the mica screen was empty, leaving only the shadow of candlelight.

Luo Yongzhou: "..."

No, how did this kid run so fast recently?

The disciples of Baiyun Jian went to the battlefield to practice and return to practice.

Firstly, the war is still within the controllable range. Most of the monks on the Great Wall on the border have experienced many battles and are very experienced.

Second, the disciples who grew up in the sect are temporarily unsuited to the conditions on the battlefield. They are there to practice, not to kill others while causing trouble to others.

So the elders of the six sects simply arranged for teams of disciples to go to the border cities and villages to protect the residents from being intruded by the demons, and at the same time to help each other with the Great Wall.

Yan Huan was in the same team as Mu Xiwei, and as the two leading disciples in charge, he led most of the team to establish foundations, and a few disciples with golden core cultivation bases to Xicheng.

The banquet was not happy at first.

He is a majestic Nascent Soul peak, what's wrong with doing something, killing demons on the battlefield can also make great achievements, why do you want to do this kind of work?

In the words of Jianxiu, he would rather wander between life and death than wait for perfection in the rear.

Lu Guijing glanced at him indifferently, and suppressed all dissatisfaction and resistance with just one sentence: "Master Uncle will go with you, and his alias is Luo Shiliu in the team. You must remember not to disclose it."

With the Juggernaut walking together, it is difficult not to think about the wind and rain.

Lu Guijing thought that if the team of disciples covering Luo Yongzhou were affected by the wind and rain, Yan, as the pinnacle of the younger generation, was no worse than most elders in the sect. With him around, he could always take care of things .

Yan also immediately shut up, and even blushed with excitement.

Juggernaut!That's the Juggernaut!

A sword master who can cover his face and smile secretly when he sees him.

able to go together——

Even if he exchanged the credit for beheading the leaders of the three tribes of the Sun, Moon and Stars in exchange for the opportunity to walk with the Juggernaut, Banyan might not be happy.

The banquet left like a dream, and managed to maintain a dream-like mentality when it was time to set off.

As a result, he didn't hear clearly what a disciple who asked him a question in a low voice said, "Huh?"

The disciple repeated: "Brother Yan, I heard that the city of Xi we are going to is a famous ghost town, it is dead, people outside are unwilling to go in, and people inside are not willing to come out, is it true?"

"..."

According to the judgment criteria in the second half of the sentence, Yan also estimates that at least half of the border cities will not be spared, and they will be tragically ghost towns.

After all, they are far away in the frontier area, not to mention the intrusion of the demons, even the gangs of murder and robbery have always fished in troubled waters there.Naturally, those inside are not willing to go out, and those outside are not willing to come in.

There are no demons, goblins, ghosts and ghosts in the world of sword repair.

There is only one sword that breaks all laws, and there is no panic if you have the heart of the sword.

When Yan was about to educate his disciple with Jianxiu's upright and awe-inspiring values, he heard the disciple lower his voice mysteriously:

"And I heard that in Xicheng, one person disappears every day, Senior Brother Yan, is this true?"

"..."

Yan was still completely speechless, wishing he could count with his fingers, "Come on, let me teach you. The Great Wall at the border is tens of thousands of years old, and Xicheng is close to the Great Wall at the border, so the age difference should not be too far away."

"If one person disappeared every day, without the hands of the demons, Xicheng would have been destroyed 1 years ago, and the bones would have piled up into mountains."

The disciple did some calculations by himself, and he was really convinced, and didn't say anything more.

At this time, another voice sounded casually.

It turned out to be a young man in snow-white robes, a cloak embroidered with gold, and a golden mask covering his face.

Very strange.

If a normal person can't even see his face, of course he has no way of judging whether this person is handsome or ugly.

But the speaker is different.

Looking at his handsome appearance, there is no reason to give people the idea that this person must be extremely good-looking, and even in a sudden impulse, he wants to take off his mask.

Luo Yongzhou asked: "Since the rumors that Xicheng is a ghost city are not small, why don't there be sects from above to intervene to dispel the rumors?"

coming!

The banquet also made preparations all night, and I didn't close my eyes all night, in order to show off my demeanor as the head of Baiyunjian when the Juggernaut needs it, and to get rid of the embarrassment of not knowing Mount Tai in Tongzhou City before. .

To prove that he will never be worse than that Mu Xi!

Yan Huan rubbed his hands immediately, and said firstly: "It's like this. Most of the cities and villages on the border are small and scattered. This kind of territory, even if a few sects have the heart, when they are assigned to the lower disciples, there will not be many. Do your best."

"Although the Great Border Wall borders it, the monks on the Great Border Wall are all figures of different origins and standpoints. They only serve each other during wartime and are responsible for protecting the safety of the border. Naturally, such things will not happen. manage."

Luo Yongzhou nodded thoughtfully.

Before the feast came to the Juggernaut's compliment, I heard the disciple ask Luo Yongzhou a question: "Hey, senior brother, why do you dress so similarly to the Juggernaut?"

Most of them are Zhujin Dan, and many of them didn't even take part in the Tianbang test. Of course, they have no way of knowing what the Juggernaut really looks like.

The disciple just asked casually without thinking too much.

After all, there are too many people in the world learning how to dress up as a sword master.

coming!

Yan Huan felt another chill in his heart.

He didn't rest all night last night. Apart from thinking about how to make a good impression in front of the Juggernaut, he was also thinking about another problem.

How to set up a good cover for the Juggernaut, tell the Juggernaut calmly that he has a great help, definitely more useful than that Mu Xiwei!

As a result, Yan didn't even have time to speak.

Luo Yongzhou answered in a very normal way: "Isn't it normal to dress like a sword master?"

He was full of smiles: "After all, he has a heart for the world and helps the common people. He is also the world's number one cultivator. He is a peerless figure who has thrived throughout the ages. Isn't it appropriate to imitate his dress to show a little respect? You say yes Are you Xiwei?"

The last sentence is particularly pronounced.

Covered by a mask, he has a thick skin, Luo Yongzhou actually blows himself out of a flower from head to toe without blushing or panting.

However, the disciple listened with approval on his face, and wished he could exchange Sword Master with Luo Yongzhou for [-] rounds.

Mu Xi paused for a moment, and said, "Master...he is indeed a very, very good character that is hard to describe in words."

As soon as the disciple saw him, he thought of his empty wallet, his heart was still burning, and his knees were still burning.

So the disciple listened respectfully, and after giving Mu Xiwei the dignity that a sword master disciple should have, he pulled Luo Yongzhou into a passionate chat, completely ignoring Mu Xiwei.

Yan Huan: "..."

He watched as he came and went with his disciples, one said that the Juggernaut is very powerful, the other said it was true, I adore the Juggernaut, between the words, he wished that the Juggernaut could be promoted to a god, and he couldn't say a word come out.

Yan also has a very heavy heart and a very complicated heart.

The mountain-like image of the sword master gradually collapsed in his heart, and he was no longer that unattainable and unapproachable persona.

At least someone who is unattainable and unapproachable will not brag to the little disciples here. The sword master is really well-deserved to be the best in the world. The saint is the reincarnation of gods and Buddhas. He is the object of worship in my life.

Yan also politely cast a sympathetic look at Mu Xiwei.

After all, if you are a disciple of the Juggernaut, if you want to blow rainbow farts without dead ends at twelve hours a day, it will be a test of willpower.

After thinking about it, Yan didn't seem to be so jealous of Mu Xiwei anymore.

The city has not seen the sun all year round, the dark clouds are miserable, and the wind is howling. All the passers-by are pale and look like walking corpses. The whole city has a decaying smell, which is suppressed to the bottom of my heart.

This was the imagination of Bai Yunjian's disciples before they came to Xicheng.

However, it was far beyond their expectations.

Although Xicheng is not a paradise on earth with beautiful mountains and rivers, it is a bustling city. From the gate of the city, you can see the past from the gates, from the rich gates and pavilions to the small flat houses, from the restaurants to the stalls.

There is nothing missing.

Among them, the residents, men, women, old and young, behave differently, and their various attitudes are not worth mentioning.

It is like an ordinary and lively small town on earth.

The disciples breathed a sigh of relief, apparently withdrawing from the fear of folk ghost stories.

If the city on the border is not large in scale or includes practitioners, most of the other information is unknown, and Bai Yunjian has not notified in advance. People don't expect someone to go out of the city to meet and arrange anything, and they directly find an inn to settle down.

The waiter in the inn was dressed plainly, but his entire body was considered clean and tidy. Seeing their extraordinary identities, he greeted them with a smile on his face, and first asked them what they wanted to eat.

Everyone reported their names one by one, and when it was Mu Xiwei's turn, he said, "Here's a bowl of wontons, sixteen wontons."

He suddenly thought that Luo Yongzhou's current pseudonym was Luo Shiliu.

It stands to reason that there is nothing to avoid. Mu Xiwei's extraordinary preference for the number sixteen has accompanied him for 18 years in his life, which is equivalent to half of his blood nature that cannot be washed away.

But under the moon, the conversation between Qi Yunfei and Lu Guijing was like a gangrene that haunted Mu Xiwei all the time, sucking his blood.

That kind of feeling can drive people half crazy, and it can also make people more sober. It reminds Mu Xiwei to take care of himself anytime and anywhere, and not to exceed the rules.

Master is the person he wants to respect and return.

nothing else.

So Mu Xi changed his words slightly: "Forget it, seventeen."

Luo Yongzhou also took a look at him, feeling a little inexplicable in his heart.

Is the number sixteen not good enough?

Should not.

Luo Yongzhou took it for granted that since he had an alias of sixteen and preferred sixteen, then sixteen must be the best number in the world.

Out of this mentality, when the hot wontons came up, he picked up the chopsticks and quickly picked up a wonton from the soup with the tip of the chopsticks.

"Master... Sixteen."

Mu Xiwei almost called out the mouth, and changed his words in embarrassment, "If you want to eat wontons, you can order another bowl. I'm afraid you won't be full."

"It doesn't matter, I didn't want a full stomach."

Luo Yongzhou looked at his reddened ears, and felt that he had taken revenge, and the little unhappiness in his heart naturally disappeared:

"I just think a bowl of sixteen wontons would be better. The number sixteen is good, and sixteen wontons is certainly better than seventeen wontons."

He spoke seriously, but the content was so out of tune that Mu Xiwei didn't know how to answer, so she could only bury her head in eating wontons without saying a word.

The redness protruding from the tip of the ear, I don't know if it was there originally, or it was smoked by the heat.

Yan is also the most confused.

Originally, he was superior to ordinary people, and with the unique perspective of a Nascent Soul cultivator, he heard the words of the Juggernaut across a table, and immediately gathered his energy, ready to step over a table at any time to show the best self in front of the Juggernaut , to solve problems for his old man.

The result is ten 67?

Is the Juggernaut playing some enigmatic riddle that is closely related to the form in front of him?

Sure enough, he is the most dull, so he can't understand the meaning of his old man's words?

Yan was still undecided, pondering over and over again, almost pulling out a handful of his own hair.

"What? The mirror is gone?"

Yue Yingque stood up abruptly, "She took action against disciple A Luo and her family regardless of right and wrong. No matter what the reasons are, I will not forgive her. I originally planned to wait for her to wake up and let disciple A Luo deal with it. What is she doing now? will disappear?"

Yu Konghou also frowned, and finally said: "It's my disciple's fault, I didn't take good care of her."

Yue Yingque asked in a deep voice, "How did she disappear?"

Yu Konghou answered her truthfully: "Yesterday, Ming Jing was still in the room, unconscious, with all the restraints in place. When I went to see it today, the restraints were still there, but Ming Jing disappeared completely, without any trace of breath."

It seemed that Ying Mingjing had never been in the room.

Is there anyone in this world who can take away without touching the restriction set by Yue Yingque himself?

Can Juggernaut do it?

Yu Konghou asked herself, but couldn't think of an answer.

"That's all." Yue Yingque sneered, the long sleeves were stacked and scattered on the ground along with the hem of the skirt, like light clouds and snow, really dusty.

"No matter how strangely Mingjing disappears, this is the city of four surnames after all."

In terms of city defense, no one can compare to this group of four-surnamed cities with shrunken heads.

"She disappeared in the city of four surnames, so it's not good for me to go to the guards, and there is nothing wrong with accusing the four surnames of the name of the inside and outside ghosts."

Yu Konghou didn't stop her after all.

She really wanted to say just now that Ying Mingjing disappeared so strangely that no matter how powerful she was, it would be difficult to do so unless she had the help of a local snake.

It's just that Yu Konghou has a good heart after all, and she prefers to reflect on herself when things happen, rather than blaming others, so she just keeps quiet in front of Yue Yingque.

Yue Yingque thought of this, so she naturally wouldn't persuade her anymore.

What's more...Thinking about what happened 300 years ago, my uncle still has a lot of anger in his heart, so it's good to take this opportunity to vent and extinguish the anger.

Ying Mingjing, who caused the disturbance, was in Mu Qi's tent.

She was kneeling in front of Mu Qi at the moment.

Different from the domineering and domineering people before, the resentment condensed in Ying Mingjing's body now, lowering her brows, staining her eyes and lips red, making her face pale.

The whole person is beautiful and sinister and hostile.

This time she is different from the situation where the head of the Japanese Ministry possessed her body, she really went crazy by herself.

Mu Qi looked at her appearance, and chuckled with satisfaction: "No matter how my people persuaded you before, you insisted that you are a disciple of Xijizhou, and you were unmoved. You walked through life and death, but you are willing to surrender coming?"

Ying Mingjing raised her eyes, her hatred was almost substantive, as if two tears of blood were about to fall from her eyes in the next moment:

"I always knew I was a piece of shit."

Mu Qi thought that it is not easy for you to have such self-knowledge.

Der Spiegel should have heard much of trash's remarks.

She was born as Yue Yingque's direct disciple, with a noble status, and is the elder of most of the disciples in Xijizhou. They dare not gossip in front of her, but they always whisper in private.

What's more, there are still some proud sons who don't need to be afraid of Ying Mingjing's identity, and who have excellent backgrounds and cultivation bases.

Most of them were dissatisfied with how Ying Mingjing, who had only progressed from foundation building to golden elixir for more than 100 years, had no other achievements, and how the extremely mediocre person was accepted by Yue Yingque as a disciple, and she took good care of her.

Only Yue Yingque would not dislike her for being poor in talent or her temper.

She has always been soft-spoken, gentle and patient.Ying Mingjing only saw her get angry once, and it was when her disciples went too far. She even warned and scolded the elders behind them, but they didn't please them all.

Since then, no one in West Antarctica has dared to provoke Der Spiegel.

Ying Mingjing sometimes thinks that even the goddess Chang'e in the Moon Palace is not as beautiful as Yue Yingque, nor as kind-hearted.

When she waits until Mu Xiwei is reincarnated and avenges her family's blood feud, she will only be Yue Yingque's disciple, and treat them as if they didn't exist in the past.

Trash is not trash, she also admitted it.As long as Yue Yingque doesn't care, Ying Mingjing doesn't care.

did not think of…

"Yes, I know that she accepted me as a disciple because of what happened to Mu Xiwei a hundred years ago, out of guilt."

As Ying Mingjing talked, he pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying: "I should have thought earlier that she felt sorry for Luo Yongzhou and Mu Xiwei, so she felt sorry for me who was wiped out by Mu Xiwei."

"Of course I can't compare to Luo Yongzhou in her heart. Heh, who can compare to Luo Yongzhou in her heart?"

She was inherently paranoid, with extreme love and extreme hate.

Ying Mingjing wanted Mu Xiwei to die, and Luo Yongzhou to die in agony, even if he would be crushed to pieces, not reincarnated, and fall into the Eighteen Hells.

Ying Mingjing kowtowed heavily and made a loud noise on the ground, his forehead was red and swollen: "I am willing to become a demon and drive you away, as long as I can make them pay the price."

Mu Qi's gaze was indifferent, no different from looking at an object.

never mind.This woman is as stupid as she gets.

She herself may not even know her own true identity.

It is an ancient magic mirror spirit that has been guarded from generation to generation in the sect that was exhausted by Mu Xiwei a hundred years ago.

Keeping her is useful.

I even put up with those idiots like Sun, Moon and Star, and there is nothing I can't do.

On the evening of the first day in Xicheng, the disciple reckoned that he was too deeply poisoned by the ghost stories, and the wind was jittery, and he felt suspicious when he saw every plant and tree in the wind.

Suddenly, he noticed that something was wrong.

The disciple asked for wontons at night. He wanted to eat more to be more courageous, so he ordered twenty wontons in one go.

The result was still seventeen.

The disciple called Xiao Er and asked him to count the number of wontons and make up three more.

As a result, Xiaoer frowned strangely: "There should be seventeen wontons. Don't you want seventeen wontons?"

Not only did he beat him up, but he also made it seem like he could only order seventeen wontons.

The disciple screamed in surprise, attracting passers-by to look sideways.

His hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and he insisted on pretending to see through everything, with a wise and deep look:

"There must be something wrong with this store!"

The companion waited for him to speak.

Student: "You saw that I wanted twenty wontons, right?"

The companion nodded: "That's right, I witnessed it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears."

Student: "But he placed seventeen for me, saying that I only want seventeen."

The disciple hesitated and said, "This...maybe I heard it wrong for a while, and there is something to do with Uncle Mu's share at noon?"

"No!"

The disciple shouted excitedly.

He calmed down, and said with certainty: "Look at his tone, there must be something wrong with it, and he repeatedly emphasized the number seventeen. There are eighteen people in our team. Think about the rumor that Xicheng will be killed one day. disappearing alone..."

The meaning behind the words is left in the unfinished language.

His words successfully mobilized the atmosphere, and a careful female disciple hesitated and said:

"When you came into the city, I wonder if you noticed something was wrong?"

Seeing everyone shaking their heads, the female disciple said: "The clothes of the residents in the city are very strange."

The straight male Jianxiu shook his head again, saying that the clothes are just two sleeves and one piece of cloth, what's so strange?

The female disciple also had no choice but to say bluntly: "The clothes they wear seem to be patterns, styles and colors that were popular a long time ago, and they have long since disappeared in today's world of cultivating immortals."

"Of course, due to the geographical location here, I have not been able to communicate with the outside world for a long time. Maybe it's just my superfluous thoughts."

Mu Xiwei heard their conversation: "Master, what do you think?"

From his point of view, although the disciple is a bit of a ghost, and doesn't know much about clothing trends, Xiao Er really cares too much about the number seventeen, which is a bit unreasonable.

Luo Yongzhou picked up a glutinous rice ball: "I don't like that Xiaoer."

Mu Xiwei was solemn, and when he was waiting for him to continue, he heard Luo Yongzhou say, "Sixteen is such a good number, but the food he cooks for you is all seventeen, I don't like it."

"..."

Mu Xiwei deeply felt that, through the ages, if one counts all the strange reasons for venting anger——

Luo Yongzhou didn't rank at the top of the list, but he was able to rank firmly in the top three.

The glutinous rice balls are soft and sticky, it's hard for Luo Yongzhou to be able to hold them firmly with the tip of the chopsticks without deforming: "Forget it, but the glutinous rice balls should be quite sweet."

In the darkening sky and yellowish candlelight in the evening, his slightly exposed skin looked whiter and more waxy than glutinous rice flour glutinous rice balls.

The mask hides that troublesome face, but Mu Xiwei can imagine his eyes and face under the mask.

Crazy, really crazy.

Before meeting Luo Yongzhou, Mu Xiwei never knew, and never believed, that she could make people drunk as if she had drunk without showing her face.

Mu Xiwei ran away again.

In the past two days, he had fled so many times that Mu Xiwei had to get used to it, so he became calm and calm when he fled.

Liu Luo Yongzhou was holding on to the glutinous rice balls for no apparent reason, but felt that Mu Xiwei had been a good child, but in the past two days it has become extremely difficult to understand.

Mu Xiwei was his biggest weakness, once he met Mu Xiwei, Luo Yongzhou became extremely soft and helpless.

He decided to have a good talk with Mu Xiwei.

With this in mind, Luo Yongzhou knocked on the door of Mu Xiwei's room.

"Xiwei."

Luo Yongzhou said seriously.

Mu Xiwei was taken aback by his serious tone, just when he thought he was going to talk about something serious, Luo Yongzhou said:

"Aren't you afraid of the ghost stories that the disciples told today? Don't you think Xicheng and Xiaoer are strange?"

Mu Xiwei: "..."

He thought about it, and thought that he was chased and beaten by more than a dozen Jindan for half a month, was strangled by Qi Yunfei, met three of the leaders of the demon clan Sun Moon Star, and was plotted by Tan half his life.

With such a glorious resume, there is really no need to be afraid of a mere ghost story.

It should be ghost stories that are afraid of him.

Luo Yongzhou: "If you are afraid, you can come and sleep in the same room with me at night, nothing will happen if I am here."

It happened to be a candlelit night chat, to have a good heart-to-heart talk, to solve the strange things that happened to Mu Xiwei recently.

In the past, the male protagonists in the world were more tyrannical and cooler than the other. Before becoming famous, he talked about 30 years of Hedong, and after he became famous, he talked about swords. He only needs the golden finger of kung fu, and never uses Luo Yongzhou as a life mentor.

Only Mu Xiwei is different.

How should children be taught?

Luo Yongzhou originally wanted to search through the original owner's memories to see if he could find the clips of him teaching Qi Yunfei before, but after thinking about it, forget it.

As for Qi Yunfei's idiot and sweetness, it is enough to prove that the original owner's education was unsuccessful and unworthy.

Mu Xiwei felt that if there were feathers on her body, she would be blown up all over by now.

"No, I really won't bother you."

He tried his best to cover it up, and tried his best to be humble and respectful: "Master, don't worry, I have a sense of propriety, and I won't be afraid of these rumors. If you are worried, you can go and untie that nephew."

Luo Yongzhou: "..."

He felt that the one who was targeted twice and three times by his apprentice was the one who needed to be unraveled.

Luo Yongzhou took two steps to go out, and met Yan Huan.

Cultivator Nascent Soul's ears are good, so he can hear everything in his ears.

Seeing Luo Yongzhou come out, he hurriedly said courteously: "You see... Is your old man interested in enlightening me?"

Although Yan still thinks that he is not very afraid of ghosts, nor is he too afraid of the strange news from his disciples.

But for the sake of the Juggernaut, he can still put on a face and put on a show.

Yan also said cheekily: "I am also very afraid of ghosts! After listening to what the young disciple said, I was shaking and sweating profusely. I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep at night."

It's a good thing he has the face to say such things with his cultivation at the peak of the Nascent Soul.

Luo Yongzhou glanced at him lazily: "Not interested."

By the way, he clicked his tongue and commented: "What a shame."

The glass heart that Yan returned slowly shattered to the ground.

At Mu Xiwei's place, they were courteous and caring, but at his place, they were just not interested in simple and rude words.

It's a good one playing hard to get, wanting to welcome but refusing.

It's really unattainable and always in commotion.

I don't know whether to blame the disciple Wu Yazui who spoke, but in the early morning of the second day, he disappeared into the inn without a sound.

There are enough rooms in the inn, and they have one room for each person. No one noticed the difference at night. It was only when they couldn't wait for others to come to dinner this morning that they found out.

A group of people turned the inn over and over several times, but they couldn't find anyone.

At this time, they still think that people may be in the city.

In the end, relying on the divine consciousness of the Nascent Soul Stage and Bai Yunjian's unique method of finding people, Yan scanned it three or four times again, but still found nothing.

The disciples realized that it was not good.

No matter how young and energetic they are, they can always distinguish between priorities, and it is wrong to leave the inn without saying anything, let alone going out of the city without authorization, which is absolutely impossible.

They immediately grabbed the waiter in the inn and asked him if he had seen anything.

The waiter in the inn still had a smile on his face, and brought them seventeen wonton dumplings and glutinous rice balls. When asked, he knew nothing and said blankly:

"Ah? What guest? Did you come here yesterday?"

More than a dozen people have excellent eyesight, and they can see his micro-expressions in every move.

Xiao Er's daze seemed to be genuinely from the heart, rather than pretending.

The two parties, one said that they must have been here, one said that they hadn't been here, I don't remember, in the end they got anxious, and even the sword was out of the sheath, Xiaoer still meant the same thing, and he had a bad backbone.

Seeing the confrontation between the two sides, Mu Xi couldn't get any useful results for a while, so he simply turned around and went to Luo Yongzhou's room.

Pushing open the door, it is still the familiar furnishings of the inn, except for the necessary tables, chairs and benches, there is nothing else.

Luo Yongzhou was lying on the pillow at the head of the bed, except for the cloak and robe, light clothes and thin clothes, and the golden mask was taken off on his knees.

He was lying there alone, saying nothing and doing nothing, his black hair hanging down like a waterfall, half of his profile face and a bent neck were exposed between the jet-black hair like a crow's feathers. Out of the posture of Qionglou Yuge, step by step, people dare not walk and breathe loudly.

"Master?"

Mu Xi called him softly.

Luo Yongzhou turned his head, like a sublimation lamp, the room was suddenly bright and bright, making people hold their breath for a moment.

Mu Xiwei's eyes stayed on his pale lips: "Master, are you physically..."

Not too comfortable?

No wonder Luo Yongzhou has not said much since the incident happened this morning, and he said he would go back to his room to rest after breakfast.

Luo Yongzhou was indeed a little uncomfortable.

For some reason, the source of the demon replaced the original owner's original cultivation base, and all the spiritual power in Luo Yongzhou's body was supported by it.

The original owner should have tampered with him a hundred years ago, and the source of evil energy was able to be accommodated in the body of a cultivator without any rejection, and used by him.

Luo Yongzhou could clearly understand that what he used was the original power of the monster, which was no different from the spiritual power of a monk, not the demonic energy of the demon race, which was dominated by resentment.

But after arriving in Xicheng, the origin of the demons in his body may be affected by the nearby demon realm, or it may be that Xicheng is already very weird, and he couldn't control his agitation.

The evil spirit that had been completely wiped out once again condensed in the origin of the demon, and had a rejection reaction with Luo Yongzhou's body.

"Yeah, it's uncomfortable."

Luo Yongzhou pretended to sigh.

In fact, he was far from being serious. It was just that Mu Xiwei asked, so he simply took advantage of it:

"When I think of some little bastard who ran away after seeing me recently, I feel depressed and naturally feel even more uncomfortable."

Mu Xiwei stood there, a little at a loss.

Reason told him to run, but Mu Xiwei couldn't take his eyes off Luo Yongzhou's face at all.

The real beauty is beautiful no matter when and where.

What's more, Luo Yongri?

Although he showed some weakness at this time, it was like the most beautiful scene when the grand scene was about to collapse, and he was extremely happy.

One moment did not reach the extreme, the next moment already showed fatigue, but this moment in the middle is unbearable, and the pale color makes the heart, liver, spleen and lungs collapse together.

He is usually too imposing, even if he faces that face, he doesn't dare to offend him, just remember that he is number one in the world, so it's good to be proud.

This time, the aggressive spirit in Luo Yongzhou's eyebrows disappeared, and Mu Xiwei suddenly realized that he was still the number one beauty, the number one beauty in the world.

Just by the half face revealed in the moment of life and death, it is easy to compare with other beauties. Ruyun beauty is famous, painstakingly managed, and the beauty who makes people fascinated is at the top of the list.

Mu Xiwei