Brother, this showman

Lu Yan's words made the movements of Ye Wenqing's men freeze for a moment, and then he returned to his natural state. He smiled and said, "Yes, I don't want to part with it."

"No." Lu Yan shook his head, hesitant to speak.

"Huh?" Ye Wenqing picked up the dried rice paper, chose an excellent place to hang it, turned his head and saw Lu Yan's hesitant look, he couldn't help being a little surprised, "Why not?"

"You haven't forgotten Feng Lianchen." Lu Yan pursed his lips, met Ye Wenqing's gaze, and said solemnly.

Ye Wenqing was a little confused by him, and an idea came up in his heart, like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples, and there was no peace for a long time.

"I..." Ye Wenqing's lips trembled, his eyes were full of expectation, and his fingers curled up slightly.

"You're just under the blood curse." Lu Yan sighed softly, "The person who cast the curse sealed all your memories about him."

"It's Feng Lianchen."

Ye Wenqing only felt a rumble in his head, a buzzing in his ears, and dense tingling pains in his heart, as if someone was holding countless silver needles and wantonly piercing it.

He clutched his chest, bent down involuntarily, and panted heavily, but the color of his eye circles never faded, but became deeper, and the slender eyelashes were thoroughly soaked by water stains.

"Mr. Wen only found out later." Lu Yan felt a little uncomfortable seeing Ye Wenqing like this, but he was more relaxed.

It's been a year, Ye Wenqing has been decadent for a whole year, that's enough.

"Help me solve it." Ye Wenqing calmed down, raised his hand to wipe away the water stains at the corners of his eyes, and smiled slightly, "Since you choose to tell me, you have found a solution."

"Wenqing..." Lu Yan looked at him hesitantly, "But Feng Lianchen..."

"I have been obsessed with him for a year, and I have been thinking about him for a year. I have been thinking about him all the time for more than 300 days and nights. I have never had a good night's sleep. I am afraid that when I open my eyes, I will forget who Feng Lianchen is. I can rely on these words to comfort me." Ye Wenqing brushed his hair disheveled by the wind, his eyes burning.

"I always thought it was my fault, but in the end it was Feng Lianchen who played tricks inside. He won't let me live in peace, how can I let him live freely underground."

"Lu Yan, help break my blood curse. I don't want to rely on a pile of papers to miss someone anymore. Everyone in the world remembers him, but he is missing me. How cruel to me is it? Is it possible that I am not worthy of being alone? Is it?"

"Okay." Lu Yan completely let go of the last entanglement in his heart, and nodded in agreement.

Ye Wenqing led Lu Yan around in the mountains, and finally found the hut where he usually stayed.

After entering the room, he used his feet to push aside the rice paper piled on the floor, pointed to a small bench that was not evenly placed, and said, "You are my only guest, sit down."

Lu Yan glanced at the rickety bench, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but he thought it was Ye Wenqing's kindness, so he could only sit down, but... he couldn't sit still, and fell to the ground.

Ye Wenqing hugged his stomach and laughed: "You are a real person, don't be in a hurry to pay New Year's greetings, you are so polite."

Lu Yan: "..."

Lu Yan became angry for a while, and silently supported the ground to stand up. He vaguely heard a stabbing sound. He looked down and saw that his lower skirt was scratched by a sharp spike on the stool that had not been smoothed.

Come on, it's even more depressing now.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's just a suit of clothes, I'll pay you back!" Ye Wenqing waved his hand very proudly, and kicked the small bench away along the way.

"Okay, let's do business."

Ye Wenqing sat down cross-legged impatiently.

Lu Yan had no choice but to put aside the depression in his heart for the time being, hold his breath, light up a spell with his fingertips, and carefully trace along the center of Ye Wenqing's eyebrows.

The midday sun, with full enthusiasm, penetrated the sparse thatch of the roof, and sprinkled spots of mottled, like broken jade, all over the floor.

"Okay." Lu Yan took a step back, let out a long breath, and stared straight at Ye Wenqing with apprehension and anticipation in his eyes.

Ye Wenqing slowly opened his eyes, staring at the dark red blood stain on the ground and lost in thought, dark clouds rolled up in his deep eyes.The expected squall and rain hadn't come down for a long time, and when I raised my eyes again, the clouds had cleared and the mist had cleared inside, and there was no shadow in sight.

After a long time, he heard him say: "This is Feng Lianchen's blood."

"At that time, he nodded between my eyebrows."

Ye Wenqing raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and let out a long sigh: "Little bastard is really good at it."

Ye Wenqing supported his knees, stood up slowly, and walked outside.

"Where are you going?" Lu Yan followed up nervously, scrutinizing his expression secretly.

"Burn some paper money for the little bastard." Ye Wenqing raised his eyes to look at the blue sky, stretched his waist, and glanced at the mountains and plains of papers indifferently, "After all, it's not good to be a poor ghost. If I can, I'd like to dig grave."

"Are you going to Cangwu Yunding?" Lu Yan was stunned.

Ye Wenqing smiled brightly, showing his white teeth, reached out and patted Lu Yan's head, and praised: "Not bad! Your brain is so easy now?"

"Inappropriate." Lu Yan frowned, "Now Cangwu Yunding is guarded by various monks every day, and no one can get close. What's more, Mr. Wen..."

"I want to take back what I just said." Ye Wenqing interrupted, "Mr. Wen asked you to break the blood curse for me, do you think he doesn't know that I'm going to Cangwu Yunding?"

"Also, before you came, did he ask you to bring me something?"

"……No."

"That's it, even Mr. Wen acquiesced."

Ye Wenqing smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, then I'll go first, by the way, pack up these papers for me."

Lu Yan just stood still and watched Ye Wenqing leave. The breeze blew his moon-white gown, almost blending with the sky, but different from each other.

In fact, no matter whether he remembers it or not, Ye Wenqing can't go back to the past after all, after all, there is one less person in this world.

It wasn't until Ye Wenqing disappeared that Lu Yan withdrew his already sore eyes and looked around at the papers that were blown around by the wind. He felt dizzy for a while, but he had to help Ye Wenqing tidy them up carefully.

The top of the Cangwu cloud was covered with one seal after another, and the powerful spiritual flow forced back anything that tried to get close, even the birds flying in the air hurriedly avoided it.

Ye Wenqing stood in the distance, counting the densely packed seals, there were ninety-nine and eighty-one.In addition, the re-established Chonghua Barrier at the Soul Market is even more shocking than the previous Soul Locking Pillar.

There are hundreds of monks from various sects guarding the soul market, and they supervise each other in a meticulous and orderly manner.

Ye Wenqing's eyes lingered on the Soul Market, his brows were stained with sorrow, his beloved was right there.

He has always wondered why the well-behaved vassal wanted to snatch the fallen wood, and could there be something hidden in it?He knew that Feng Lianchen was determined to die, but he just didn't understand, felt strange, always felt that there was something in it that he hadn't been able to penetrate.

Ye Wenqing didn't hide his tracks, so he was quickly discovered, so he simply walked over.

"Friends, all immortals." Ye Wenqing waved the folding fan in his hand, and greeted everyone as if strolling in the yard.

Seeing this, Yan Rantai's disciples immediately stepped forward to greet him, and they all cupped their hands together: "Senior brother Wenqing!"

Some cultivators who recognized Ye Wenqing immediately remembered what happened before, and they all acted contemptuously. A skinny man said directly: "Isn't this the Mr. Ye Wenqing who would tear himself apart from his master for a man?"

An accomplice next to the thin man followed suit and booed: "Yes, yes, others are so angry that they are confidante, but he is lucky, concubine did not protect her, and was stabbed with a sword."

As soon as these words came out, everyone lowered their heads and snickered, and looked at Yan Rantai's disciples with a little more arrogance.

Yan Rantai's disciples were naturally very angry, but because of Ye Wenqing's incident, everyone was often ridiculed in various ways, openly and secretly, and their hearts were already full of resentment, and the swords in their hands were all out of their sheaths.

Seeing this, the thin man also drew out his sword, with an extremely provocative attitude: "What? Do you want to fight? Then come!"

"You Yanrantai disciples don't have any good ones, and the senior brothers are shameless to get one. The gold and jade are the best, but the ruins are in it. You protect Ye Wenqing so much, does it have anything to do with him? Tsk tsk tsk, I can't tell, ah!"

Ye Wenqing beat back all the humiliating words of the thin man.

He covered his face in astonishment, and glared at Ye Wenqing angrily: "How dare you hit me?"

"Don't you believe me?" Ye Wenqing asked back, raised his hand again and slapped him across the face, even raised his foot and kicked him violently in the abdomen, kicking him down three steps away, and smiled sweetly, "Now believe me!" Is it? Even if the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu come, I can still call, not to mention who are you? You have to call me senior according to seniority. I didn’t learn well at a young age, but I didn’t want to be a man. Senior wanted to teach me you."

"Big Brother!"

The skinny man's fellow apprentices all changed countenance, and hurried forward to support him.

"Just you? Still a senior? Fuck!" The skinny man exaggeratedly spit in Ye Wenqing's direction, "A man with a broken sleeve has the face to be my senior? I'm so ashamed! You are shameless, I want shame! Feng Lianchen is dead, why didn't you go with him? Aren't you guys in love with gold? Then you go to die!"

The more the skinny man cursed, the worse it sounded, Ye Wenqing's complexion became more and more gloomy, the smile in his eyes disappeared, and there was endless frost and snow.

After the blood curse was undone, he didn't feel angry or resentful, on the contrary, he had more anger than anyone else, but he had no place to vent it.

Ye Wenqing cast a curse on the skinny man, and the noisy air instantly quieted down.

"I'm getting old, and I don't want to be as knowledgeable as a little brat like you." Ye Wenqing met the thin man's fiery eyes, and said coldly, "But I hope you can respect the dead. You can now You are alive and kicking, laughing and cursing, all thanks to my junior brother. Otherwise, who knows where you are."

"Regardless of being a monk or a human being, you still need the most basic qualities of being a human being. Otherwise, what is the difference between you and those wild dogs snatching food in the ditch?"

The others just booed along, seeing Ye Wenqing angry, they all lowered their heads resentfully.

Not reconciled, the thin man struggled and rushed forward to grab Ye Wenqing, but was kicked away by him again.

"I forgot to say, you are the wild dog snatching food in the ditch." Ye Wenqing glanced at the skinny man and sneered, with loathing and disdain shining in his eyes.

Ye Wenqing turned around, bowed his hands to everyone politely and asked, "I'm here to pay homage to the old man, can all the immortal friends be accommodating?"