Ou Huang he is a sick beauty

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mo Fei found that the "provocation" effect on him had disappeared - twelve hours had finally passed since the unlucky skill was drawn.

But he has no time to be happy about it right now.

Right now, Jun Zetian's disciple was injured by Ou Hongyun, and he was sitting under the courtyard wall, staring at them viciously!

"Don't pretend to be here!" Jun Zetian's disciple picked up the long sword, leaned against the wall and staggered up, pointed at Mo Feihen and said, "You and those people are clearly in the same group! Knowing that Master will bring us to Zhujiazhuang to investigate, Then they secretly contacted Xie Tong, robbed and killed them halfway...it's only because our eyes are clumsy that we didn't see..."

Could it be that grievance!

He recognized that Jun Zetian's disciple in front of him was one of those who followed Mr. Wu earlier, named An Chen.After being besieged by men in black, Mo Fei was probably stunned by Chen Zhao's sneak attack, and An Chen didn't know what kind of magic he used to escape, and now he still has the strength to seek revenge on him.

Mo Fei sighed, stretched out his hand to show the strangle marks of the rope on his wrist, and couldn't laugh or cry: "I just met that person during the day, and we were tied up and tortured by him. I didn't know they were bad people before! Besides, they also Not Xie Tong..."

"Bah!" An Chen refused to listen.

But Ou Hongyun didn't talk nonsense with him, turned his head and said: "Xiao Zuo, bring people in and ask him to identify a few men in black."

Xiao Zuo Yingnuo suppressed An Chen with absolute strength and brought him into the detention room.

An Chen gradually calmed down after seeing several dead men in black and seeing Chen Zhao's face among them.

"But I still can't believe you." An Chen looked at Mo Fei with a serious face, "What if this is also a trap?"

Mo Fei folded his arms, with a disdainful look on his face: "If it's really a trap, why do we keep you? You can't beat us!"

This is true, without the slightest awareness of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

An Chen gritted his teeth for a moment, turned to Xiao Zuo, who seemed the most reliable in the field, and said, "If you are really not villains, can you let me go back?"

Of course Xiao Zuo didn't dare to make a decision without authorization, so he turned his head and asked, "My lord, what do you think?"

Unexpectedly, Ou Hongyun lazily leaned on the scroll, raised his chin and pointed in Mo Fei's direction: "I listen to Xiao Mo."

An Chen's face flushed with anger.

Could it be that he was taken aback for a moment, very puzzled: "You listen to me?"

Ou Hongyun shook his folding fan lightly, he didn't know whether it was a joke or a mockery: "I believe in your luck."

Murphy: ...

"My luck?" He was incredible, "Do you believe in my luck?!"

Ou Hongyun didn't answer, but smiled: "Hurry up and make a judgment, can you let him go back and report?"

Could it be confusion: "What does this have to do with my luck?"

Ou Hongyun: "Don't try to analyze and think, just judge by intuition, should you let him go back to report? If you let him go back, he may bring people to encircle us, or bring people to help us; if you don't let go, Jun Zetian Someone may come to rescue him, and beat us into villains and drive us out."

Hearing this, An Chen became unhappy: "I really wanted to go back and report to Elder Jun Zetian, but I never thought of harming you! You, you are spitting blood!"

Could it be that the whole person was in a mess: "Wait, I don't understand..."

Ou Hongyun was still urging: "You don't need to understand, just give me a word, can you let him go?"

In the end, Mo Fei still couldn't get out of Ou Hongyun's logic.

But he has one of his greatest strengths: if something is too complicated for him to understand, he will immediately follow his intuition and cut through the mess quickly.

Of course, unfortunately, under the light of the halo of the African chieftain, every time he does this, he will not get any good results... It's just a handful of bitter tears.

This time, Mo Fei couldn't understand Ou Hongyun's logic, so he came to the conclusion intuitively: "Let it go."

Thus, An Chen was released inexplicably.

He walked back to Junzetian in the dark in a daze, until he saw the elder in charge of the outer sect, he was still a little dazed--do all the strange people and strangers at the bottom of the mountain handle things in such a treacherous way?

At this moment, Mo Fei and Ou Hongyun, who were mistaken for strange people, were lying side by side on the big bunk bed in Zhujiazhuang Lower People's Hospital, sleeping in the dark.

After a day and a night of tossing, even though he fell into a coma for a while in the middle, he was still so exhausted that he fell asleep as soon as he lay down, with his arms and legs propped up, domineeringly occupying the positions of two people.Beside him, Ou Hongyun made a bed with picture scrolls, lay on his side leisurely, closed his eyes and rested his mind, his clothes and hairstyle were not messed up at all, and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Outside the door, Xiao Zuo and Xiao You guarded the post, but they couldn't help but exchanged glances frequently, urged the sound transmission of the exercises, and began to gossip silently: "It's really strange, the young master never sleeps in the cloud world, so it's possible that he didn't exchange nights this time?" Soul pill?"

"What's so strange about this? Didn't the young master change his appearance this time?"

"I always feel that the young master entered the cloud realm with his original appearance this time, maybe it was because of Mr. Mo. If Mr. Mo is really the one in the oracle, it would be great!"

"No wonder we can always meet in the cloud world! Young Master is so lucky, as long as he wants to meet Young Master Mo, he will definitely meet him."

"Yeah yeah!"

"However... it's strange to say, what does the young master mean by saying today that he believes in Mr. Mo's luck? Could it be that Mr. Mo is also a lucky person?"

"But if Mr. Mo is also blessed with good luck, why is there no sign of being backlashed by luck?"

"I'm not sure about this. His fortune is very strange. It shouldn't be luck, but it's also extraordinary."

"Oh, that's strange..."

"...Wait? Little Zuo?"

"Ok?"

"I didn't know, there are quite a lot of whispers between you."

"..."

"..."

"...Young Master! Are you awake?"

"I can't fall asleep after taking the night soul pill."

"Then you?"

"I'll just lie down with him for a while, and you continue to chat."

Xiao Zuo: ...

Xiaoyou: ...

Until the sun was three poles, Could Fei finally wake up.

Stretching and turning over, he accidentally bumped into a chest exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

Full of confusion, he raised his head slightly, could it be that Ou Hongyun was staring at him with his eyes half-opened.

Could it be that he woke up with a start, and moved half of his body back suddenly, the clothes that were already a little messy on his chest loosened a bit, and the mobile phone hidden in his arms fell to the straw mat between the two of them.

There was a flash of light, and the screen of the phone went black.

"Uh, good morning." Mo Fei greeted Ou Hongyun with a smile, as if very casually, he picked up the dropped phone casually.

"Actually, you don't have to be so careful." Ou Hongyun smiled and said a sentence without beginning and end, "The magic weapon recognizes its owner, this thing will not shine anywhere except in your hands, obviously it cannot be taken away by others. Even if it is accidentally lost, I am afraid it will return to your hands in a way you did not expect."

When he said this, a layer of golden light floated from the scroll under Ou Hongyun's body, sparkling in his eyes, making his eyes seem to be coated with a layer of gold powder.

Could it be that he stared blankly at Ou Hongyun's even more disastrous face in the golden light, and asked a question: "... huh?"

Ou Hongyun smiled: "Even if I didn't do it before, with my blessing of words, it is impossible to lose it in the future."

After the golden light effect dissipated, Ou Hongyun's face returned to pale, and he yawned lazily.

At this time, Xiao Zuo reported outside the door: "My lord, Jun Zetian has come."

Ou Hongyun urged the animation scroll to help him get up, and replied lightly: "Understood."

Immediately, he looked at Mo Fei with a smile, and said, "I said you were lucky. It seems that Jun Zetian is going to invite us to assist in the investigation related to Xie Tong."

Sure enough, when Mo Fei and Ou Hongyun walked out of the servant's room side by side, they saw a middle-aged man in azure Taoist uniform, leading six young disciples, standing in the cramped servant's courtyard of Zhujiazhuang, waiting neither humble nor overbearing. watching them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." The middle-aged man flicked the whisk in his hand, and made a salute, "Luo Yazi, a cultivator from the inner sect of Junze Tian, ​​is ordered by the elder to invite two strangers to Junze Tian as guests."

Ou Hongyun's eyes lingered on Luo Yazi's face for a moment, raised his brows slightly, and said with a light smile, "Since it's an invitation from the first floor, the second pavilion, and the third cave, why should I not? Xiao Zuo Xiao You, accompany me and Xiao You Don't go up to Junshan together."

Luo Yazi was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then politely asked: "I don't know the name of Mr.?"

"It's a casual cultivator and doesn't have a Taoist name." Ou Hongyun smiled, "My family name is Ou."

"Mr. Ou," Luo Yazi nodded, then turned to Mo Fei and nodded in greeting, "Mr. Mo, please."

It is not far from Junshan Mountain here, but climbing the mountain is time-consuming and laborious.Fortunately, Jun Zetian sincerely invited him, and he didn't even think about giving a blow to them, so he arranged for Jianyu to wait at the foot of the mountain.Ou Hongyun has a picture scroll instead, which saves manpower.

Everyone climbed to the top of the mountain along the road in front of the mountain. Along the way, many young monks stopped to salute Luo Yazi.Their clothes are bamboo green, and they are outer disciples just like the Mr. Wu and An Chen that Mo Fei met earlier.It wasn't until everyone bypassed the top of the front peak and entered the back mountain that they met the inner disciples in azure clothes.

As for the Junzetian Presbyterian Hall, which is located at the top of the second peak of the back mountain, the crowd finally arrived after another hour of walking.

In front of the Elder's Hall, Ou Hongyun leaned on the scroll, looked up at the clear blue sky, and lowered his brows slightly.

"What are you looking at?" Mo Fei asked, while imitating Ou Hongyun's way of looking up.

Of course I didn't see anything.

Ou Hongyun withdrew his gaze, looked Mo Feiyi up and down, and smiled inscrutablely: "Your luck is really..."

Then there is no more.

Mo Fei was curious: "What is it really?"

Ou Hongyun smiled without saying a word, and followed Luo Yazi into the elder hall.

Murphy: ...

Could it be that his fist suddenly felt a little itchy, and he really wanted to beat up the patient!

After everyone entered the elder hall, Mo Fei realized that he, Ou Hongyun and his party were not the only strangers staying here.

In the hall, besides Jun Ze Tian Inner Sect's disciple who was dressed in sky-blue clothes, there was also a handsome young man, who was wearing blue-green clothes covered with gold thread, and had a braid with fine pearls and jade on his head.

Seeing this person, could it be that his eyes widened and he subconsciously exclaimed: "Why are you here?"

Lin Fengsheng tilted his head, and grinned at Mo Fei: "Oh, fake chicken boy, what a coincidence!"