Nobody knows I'm a fairy

"This is where?"

When Wei Nanjue came back to his senses, he found himself beside a pool surrounded by fairy mist. There seemed to be a person standing in the pool, and he couldn't see clearly.

He moved his legs and feet, but his body remained motionless.

The fog around the pool became less and less, and the figure of the man in the middle became clearer.A head of silvery-white wet hair was draped softly over her shoulders, across her waist, and water droplets slowly slid down the muscles of her body as she walked.

The man seemed to have noticed him, and suddenly turned his head, there was a bright red mark between his eyebrows, which was very strange.

Don't come here!Wei Nanjue roared.

The man didn't seem to hear it, and picked him up.

and many more? ? ?

pick up? ? ?

Wei Nanjue looked down at his legs.

And my legs!

His body seemed to have turned into a sword!

The man flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers: "Wan Cui, something seems wrong today?"

Wei Nanjue was so painful that tears almost came out, if he still had tears.

A delicate laugh sounded from behind, Wei Nanjue turned her head vigorously, and was surprised to see Liu Chuchu standing behind them.

Although she looked different from Liu Chuchu who was disguised as a willow leaf, Wei Nanjue still recognized her at a glance.

"Master, I have already cleaned up the Qianjian faction." Liu Chuchu said with a smile, "The last arm of Shengzong is also broken, or else I will take off the old woman's head today."

"No need." The white-haired man raised the corners of his mouth, his teeth gleaming coldly, "I want the world to remember that I, Chi Yu, was the one who washed the holy sect in blood."

Red blame?

Why is Chi Jiu here?

wrong!

It's impossible for Chi Yu to be here!

Wei Nanjue suddenly recalled that he and Shen Muzhi were on the Shinto path, and the gray fog rising from the cliff had already covered the entire tomb.

He suddenly punched the gray mist, as if he had hit an entity, and a small vortex appeared in front of him.Before he had time to say a word to Shen Muzhi, the two were dragged in.

After waking up again, right next to this pool, it became the sword of his previous life.

Wei Nanjue quickly realized that he didn't really go back to the past, but entered the illusion in the mustard world.

These illusions come from the real memory of the owner of the illusion, and the illusion will make up for the greatest regret in the life of the owner of the illusion.Therefore, this illusion did not come from him, but Shen Muzhi's past memory.

What is Shen Muzhi's biggest regret?

On the hospital bed that day, when Shen Muzhi called Chi Jiu's name in his dream, he didn't dare to think too much, and forced himself to ignore the emotion in Shen Muzhi's tone.

Grief, reluctance, remorse?

"Master, when are we going to leave?" Liu Chuchu's voice sounded again.

"No rush." ​​Chi Jiu put on his clothes, brushed his white hair back, "Chuchu, don't you think the frightened look of the prey is very interesting?"

"Master said so, I think of a person." Liu Chuchu smiled, "The man who drove us to the devil's lair."

"Oh, really." A light flashed in Chi Jiu's eyes, "If he is still alive, I should thank him very much."

Wei Nanjue followed Chi Jiu and Liu Chuchu to the fair for cultivators.He felt like a gradually proficient sword spirit, slowly breaking away from the narrow field of vision of just one inch, and bringing all the scenes into his eyes.

It turns out that this is the era that Shen Muzhi once lived in. It was prosperous and backward, and people could walk with swords, but the living infrastructure was very simple.

What is Shen Muzhi doing?

Will this little fox be like the businessman next to him, blinking his eyes and counting the spirit stones in other people's pockets?

Chi Jiu's hand suddenly patted him.

Liu Chuchu said: "Master, what's the matter?"

Chi Jiu said: "Wan Cui these two days are very strange."

Chi Jiu dyed his hair black, and put away the mark between his eyebrows, Liu Chuchu also transformed into an ordinary woman's image, the two of them looked like one of the thousands of immortal cultivators passing by in this market.

Many people in the teahouse were talking, bragging about their adventures and talking about the latest news.

"Do you know about the Thousand Swords Sect?" The speaker lowered his voice, but everyone present could hear it.

"This is already the fourth one to be wiped out."

"Isn't it? The Thousand Swords School can be destroyed with the back of the Holy Sect, and I don't know who did it." The man took a sip of tea, "The Thousand Swords School was destroyed, and a friend of mine wants to see if it can be destroyed." I can’t pick up some good things that others don’t want, I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect it..."

"Fast fart, drink so much tea, no one can compete with you who can go so far."

"Vulgar!" The tea drinker put down his teacup, "My friend saw that there were stumps and severed hands all over the ground, and it's nothing more than a river of blood."

"However, there is a sentence that I don't know if I should say it or not?"

"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

"The four sects that have been exterminated in succession are all affiliated sects of the Holy Ancestor. In my humble opinion, this matter is probably aimed at the Holy Ancestor."

"Fellow Daoist, you can't say that." The person who raised the topic lowered his voice, and everyone present could still hear him clearly, "This is at the feet of the Holy Sect. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse."

"Pfft." Chi Jiu laughed.

When everyone looked over, they saw that it was an ordinary boy who turned his head back.

"Fellow Daoist is right, those four sects are nothing more than a leg of a centipede to Shengzong." The tea drinker said again.

"Shengzong is really so powerful?" Chi Jiu held the cup, plunged into the crowd familiarly, and sat down, "Brother, I come from the western country, and I don't know much about the Central Plains. Can any fellow Taoist give some advice?" two."

The tea drinker was probably a chatterbox, with one hand on Chi Jiu's shoulder, Wei Nanjue saw that Liu Chuchu had already put his hand on the hilt of the sword, Chi Jiu gave her a look, and then she acted as if nothing had happened. Withdraw your hand.

"Little brother, you can't imagine the high status of Shengzong in the Central Plains. An ordinary disciple of Shengzong, even the king of your western country will kneel down and pay homage to him." The tea drinker said.

He echoed with a loud voice: "Yes, we people from this broken teahouse, that is, Shengzong, are not afraid to come, otherwise we would have been here long ago." He suddenly fell silent, and made a gesture of putting a sword on his neck.

The tea drinker said: "The method of the Holy Sect is not simple. Eighty years ago, the Diancang Sect was overthrown overnight, and everyone could not escape the bloody hand. Even the head of the sect, Cang Yuanhai, was sucked dry by the saintess of the Sacred Sect."

Loudly said: "That's right, it's no different from Moxiu."

The tea drinker snorted: "You can shut up, you don't want to live anymore?"

Chi Jiu drank the tea in his hand and showed a bright smile: "Thank you for clarifying the doubts."

He stood up and walked back, when a person suddenly walked into the door and bumped into him.

That person had an aura of ice and snow all over his body. Unlike Liu Chuchu, who was an ice-patterned snow wolf with eye-catching eyes, this person's coldness came from the coldness of his heart.

Ruthless!

Chi Jiu stared at his back.

The setting sun came in from the door, and the man turned his head suddenly, a halo of light appeared on his thin chin under the black hair.

Chi Jiu's pupils trembled slightly.

Ruthless beauty.

Wei Nanjue's double pupil earthquake - if he is a sword, he still has double pupils.

Ruthless Shen Muzhi.

Shen Muzhi's appearance was quite different from the one he knew, more gorgeous but colder.These two contradictory adjectives are unexpectedly suitable for him, one eye can catch people's hearts, and the other makes people feel chilling.

In the illusion, there will not be two illusion masters.So Wei Nanjue knew that this person was not Shen Muzhi, but Shen Muzhi who entered the underground tomb with him.

He swayed his body to attract Shen Muzhi's attention, Chi Jiu frowned and pressed on the sword, Wei Nanjue couldn't move, he could only watch Shen Muzhi continue to fall into the illusion created by memories.

"Beauty, dare to ask your name." Chi Jiu smiled until his eyes narrowed.

Shen Muzhi glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word.

"Oh, it's a pity that such a beautiful woman is dumb." Chi Jiu propped his chin with his hands, tilted his head and looked at Shen Muzhi.

Wei Nanjue saw Chi Jiu's hooliganism, and wished he could rush up and grab him by the neck.

It turns out that in my previous life, I was a pervert who casually struck up a conversation!

Thinking of this, he dare not let Shen Muzhi know that he is the reincarnation of Chi Jiu.

Liu Chuchu pretended not to know Chi Jiu, and licked melon seeds while crossing her legs while drinking tea.

Wei Nanjue suddenly understood why Liu Chuchu asked him to release the master-servant contract.

It would be very embarrassing to have such a master.

Seeing that Shen Muzhi didn't answer, Chi Jiu moved a little closer, lay down on the table, and tilted his head to look at him.

"nice......"

Shen Muzhi spoke, in a clear and cold manner, with a murderous look.

"One more word, die."

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Today is also a cute old Wei.