it's all wrong

Calm down, I want to calm down.

Qing Yao muttered silently in her heart.

Isn't it just to enter Xianyunzong again?What's the problem?

How many times has he failed to be beaten and was caught? Isn't it the same that he has survived until now?

It can be seen that my uncle is blessed in the sky, and ordinary thieves have nothing to do with him.

Although his life is still in the hands of that kid named Weisheng, but that kid is so stupid, he will definitely find a way to escape.

But now like this, how do I get out? !

Qing Yao looked around and made sure that he was tightly surrounded by these Xianyunzong disciples. Unless he killed them all, he might not be able to escape at all.

Although it doesn't matter if you kill them, but the elders of Xianyunzong can't deal with them at the moment, should we kill them all, and then lure them to that kid Weisheng?Maybe...it can kill two birds with one stone.

Qing Yao subconsciously retracted his claws.

"Long time no see, Senior Brother Yanbei." Just when Qingyao was about to make up his mind, a young man wearing a deacon's uniform suddenly smiled and said, "Senior Brother, you have been wandering around for many years, why did you come back suddenly?"

Qing Yao looked at him for a long time before vaguely combining this tall and thin young man with the little junior brother whom he had blinded in one eye and couldn't remember his name.

Although the man smiled, his eyes were cold.

It's just that although Qing Yao remembered who he was, he looked at his cultivation base and found that he was not higher than himself, and he was not afraid of him, so he said according to his words: "Sometimes I feel something, and I want to come back to retreat."

No one would believe this. Not only is his attire different from the disciples of the Immortal Sect, but his moves and appearance are also quite different from ordinary people. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a monster.But the deacon disciple wearing a half mask smiled and said, "I see." Then he glanced around indifferently, "You all heard it, let's go."

He seemed to be very prestigious among this group of disciples. As soon as he said that, the group of disciples really dispersed.

Qing Yao secretly clicked his tongue, and was not in a hurry to leave, but said carelessly to the disciple who helped him: "Let's go, go to a place where there is no one and talk."

He didn't believe that anyone would help others for no reason, not to mention that this guy was blind because of himself.

Anyway, Weisheng Moyu didn't specify where he was going, so he just took a look at what kind of medicine was sold in this kid's gourd.

"Come to think of it, senior brother doesn't remember my name, brother?" The deacon disciple was not in a hurry to settle the old dispute with Qingyao, but said with a smile: "My name is Wei and the name is Jiuying, I hope senior brother will remember it well this time." .”

"Oh." Qing Yao said, but thought in his heart: Don't forget.

What's wrong with dead people's names?

Weisheng Mo Yu walked slowly on the stone steps with Xiao Sikong in his arms.

From the very beginning, he never believed that Qingyao would work hard, and letting him out was just to attract the attention of others.

After all, Qing Yao is so fast, he is not afraid that he will not be able to escape.

Xiao Sikong ate chestnuts in his arms. In such a short time, he ate at least seven catties by himself, but based on Wei Sheng Mo Yu's tireless corrections dozens of times, he finally stopped eating them together with the shells.

Weisheng Mo Yu confirmed that this kid would not suffer from indigestion, and then let him go.

Holding Xiao Sikong in his arms, he first went to Dengyun Terrace and then to the Sound Purification Platform, but in the end, none of the elders were seen.

Weisheng was wondering if he was unlucky, and no one could see him when he came to the place dedicated to refreshing the elders Mingyin and Mingjian in the two texts. When he turned around, he saw a young man in a dark long windbreaker covering his face. stand in front of him.

"You shouldn't be here." The young man said coldly, "You shouldn't be here now."

Wei Sheng Mo Yu was silent for a moment, and asked earnestly, "What's your surname?"

Shen Linxuan, who finally finished his work, glanced at Sikong Che in his arms, and said indifferently with the mood that he did not want to clean up the mess for Sikong Che at all: "Who I am is none of your business, but since you have found Xianyunzong , I will not leave easily if I can’t find a reason.” He simply took off his face scarf, revealing his scarred face: “I am Shen Linxuan, since you know the so-called plot, as far as you are concerned, I should not Strange, right?"

"...not unfamiliar." Weisheng Mo Yu subconsciously looked down at Xiao Sikong in his arms, then looked up at Shen Linxuan: "You voluntarily?"

"...Since you don't know anything, why did you come to Xianyunzong?" Shen Linxuan wondered, he thought it was Sikong Che who made his son again, so it didn't?

"Because I don't want to play anymore, so I came here to pick up the chessboard." Weisheng Moyu said, "It's so unpleasant to be tricked all the time." He raised his eyebrows, and said unhappily, "The messy plot seems to be sane and seems to be irrational." Rational neuropathy, a group of onlookers who have more brains than water... I said this play is too bad, have you not been prepared for me not to act?"

"After all, just by looking at what I do, you can tell that I'm an extremely egotistical person. As long as I want to satisfy myself, it's not strange to take a little risk." Weisheng Mo Yu said with a smile: "Look, I don't know if you don't come. Alive, right?"

Be cheated.

This thought came to Shen Linxuan's mind, and the next moment he thought: I'm sick, do you think I'm Sikong Che, staring at you if I have nothing to do?

Running back to the Xianyun Sect with such a small cultivation base is a death, but he still came back, did he really think he would not die?

If it weren't for the fact that most of the Xianyun sect was attracted by the news of his destruction of the formation, he and the bird would have died a long time ago.

That's why he admitted his identity so simply, because Shen Linxuan subconsciously felt that Weisheng Moyu's appearance here must be related to Sikong Che.

But since he can't be killed before that day, and he can't be discovered by Xianyunzong, he has to come forward... Once he comes forward, his identity will be exposed sooner or later, and it is not an irreparable mistake.

Wei Sheng Mo Yu said: "Since you didn't die, it was obvious that you had colluded with Sikong Che beforehand. When it comes to the plot, then... obviously you knew my identity from the beginning? It seems that I have been suppressed from the beginning to the end. You're playing around, Sikong Che." As he spoke, he turned the little Sikong in his arms, and wanted to pinch his face with a smile, "Don't you think so?"

Xiao Sikong looked up at him, thought for a while, then reluctantly spread his hand, and gave him a chestnut.

"..." Weisheng Moyu let go of his hand, and said speechlessly: "So it's true. Is there really a behind-the-scenes boss like you who plays with amnesia?" With that said, Weisheng took Xiao Sikong's hand Chestnuts in the chest, touched his head to signal him to continue eating: "How will he recover?"

"It will recover when you have enough cultivation." Shen Linxuan said after being silent for a long time: "The thing you prepared can't kill him at all, so don't worry."

"You seem to want me to kill him?"

"I never very much hoped that he would live, such a person who does what he wants, but is so powerful, it is best to die. It's just that I can't find anyone to join forces with him now." Shen Linxuan half-truthfully said: " Don't be polite to each other, tell me, what do you want to know?"

The author has something to say: Long time no see!I'm here to spread the dirt!Because it has been broken for a long time, I am not sure if the previous stalk can be picked up...so the plot should be somewhat different...?

Will fix it if I have time...