Messing with his own male protagonist

On the surface, Su Ji is a cold and indifferent person who doesn't care about anything. In fact, his courage and domineering are unmatched. After seeing Jun Zhaoyu's inexplicable feelings for Xuan Zifang, he immediately Jun Zhaoyu is disliked more and more, and he always declares Xuan Zifang's ownership in front of Jun Zhaoyu invisibly.

Jun Zhaoyu is not stupid. From the interaction between Su Ji and Xuan Zifang, it can be seen that this pair of master uncle and nephew is definitely not just a simple relationship between master uncle and nephew.

In particular, Xuan Zifang's obedient obedience in front of Su Ji was quite different from his usual eccentric demeanor. There was a bit of indulgence in awe, but also a feeling of resignation and incomparable trust.

Shang Siyan also admires Jun Zhaoyu, but he simply admires his senior brother, and it is absolutely impossible to mix so many complicated things.

A cold light flashed in Jun Zhaoyu's slender eyes, he picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea silently, and then said with a gentle smile, "Junior brother, don't you have something to say to Zifang?"

Hearing the word Zifang, Su Ji smiled again, but his eyes fell on Xuan Zifang.

Xuan Zifang was inexplicable, the eyes of the two people on the opposite side were full of weirdness, even Shang Siyan, who was talking and laughing with him, couldn't help but choked. Isn't Senior Brother Xindao talking to Su Ji? My side?Then he pulled Xuan Zifang and said: "Ah Fang, are you free tomorrow, can you go outside the city with me?"

"It's been a few days since we've been here. Haven't we all gone around here? What do you want to do?" Xuan Zifang asked strangely.

"Isn't there a Ganlin Temple outside the city? I heard that the treasure of the town temple there is a relic left by an eminent monk after his death. I want to go and have a look. Come with me, okay?" Excited.

Xuan Zifang had a headache and said: "Could it be that you want to steal other people's temple treasures? Even if you pay for a better magic weapon, I don't think others will agree. People in Buddhism, there are many things that belong to you. Incomprehensible..."

"That's why I need you to go with me!" Shang Siyan said aggrievedly: "Brother is going to visit an old friend tomorrow, and we will leave here the day after tomorrow. If we miss this opportunity, we don't know when we will wait... "

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xuan Zifang's eyes became more and more suspicious.

It was Jun Zhaoyu who explained for Shang Siyan: "Junior is about to build a foundation, and his Kunlun Zhengong is still a little short of progress. That relic is a good material. I wanted to go with my junior. But..." He glanced at Su Ji with an apologetic expression.

Su Ji frowned inexplicably.

Xuan Zifang suddenly realized: "If that's the case, then it's okay to go with Xiaoshang." But in his heart, he was slandering, is Jun Zhaoyu blaming his uncle for repairing the flying sword...

In fact, it might be better if Liang Shuang accompanied him. Liang Shuang is a businessman, eloquent and has a good eye for understanding things. But Shang Siyan and Liang Shuang are not familiar with each other, so they only take Xuan Zifang.

After receiving Xuan Zifang's consent, Shang Siyan heaved a sigh of relief, smiled brightly, and asked Xuan Zifang to tell him a lot of stories, until Xuan Zifang's mouth was dry, and then he let Xuan Zifang go.

A lively and cheerful young man like Shang Siyan is really hard to dislike. Although Xuan Zifang didn't really want to go because of the conclusion he deduced together with Su Ji, he still agreed.On the surface, Monk Siyan is still a friend, but Xuan Zifang no longer simply regards Shang Siyan as a friend in his heart, and naturally has a heart of defense against Jun Zhaoyu.

The four of them drank tea for a while, and then went upstairs to rest after they finished talking about the things they should talk about.

Although cultivators do not need sleep every day like ordinary people, they can only do as the Romans do in the inn of this ordinary small town now, and it is difficult to do too unimaginable things.

This time, the inn they stayed in had a room for each person, but since Su Ji came back, Xuan Zifang's own room could only be an empty decoration. The two entered the room one after the other, and Xuan Zifang closed the door. Set up a sound-proof array, "Uncle, why do you think Shang Siyan asked me to accompany him to Ganlin Temple? Is it really for the merit?"

"Probably." Su Ji said casually, as if he didn't care much.

"Tomorrow you have to be more careful, Jun Zhaoyu doesn't know what he will do to you." Xuan Zifang said.

"If I were with you, maybe I would do something." Su Ji smiled sarcastically.

Xuan Zifang knew there was something in his words, but he didn't understand, so he had to pretend that he didn't hear, and then said: "Master, I forgot to tell you... that Jun Zhaoyu may have the blood of the demon clan."

"Huh?" Su Ji frowned, "Why didn't you say something so important earlier?"

I didn't say it earlier because I didn't know how to say it... Xuan Zifang rubbed his brows. He knew that Jun Zhaoyu was a half-demon because he set up this character. If Su Ji asked for evidence, he would I can't get it out at all.

"I...I'm not sure yet. I'm afraid that if I say the wrong thing, it will cause trouble to my uncle." Xuan Zifang blinked.

Su Ji stared into his eyes, and said lightly: "Speaking in front of me, what is there to be afraid of?"

It’s only when you speak in front of you that you are afraid. Look at Mo Yuncang, Liang Shuang and the others, they are so much older than Su Ji, but which one is not afraid to speak in front of him?

Of course, Xuan Zifang would not tell Su Ji these words, he just said thoughtfully: "I saw a cloud of magic-like aura on the Jieyun that day, but I'm not sure if it is, I wanted to find out and talk to my uncle, but during the trip tomorrow, I faintly felt that something was wrong, so..."

Su Ji nodded slightly: "I know, I will be careful tomorrow. Jun Zhaoyu's mention of such a master craftsman is probably to lure me over, and it would be good to know more about him."

"Hmm." Xuan Zifang heaved a sigh of relief.

After talking about the business, Xuan Zifang saw that Su Ji was slowly taking off his clothes. From the outer robe to the obscene clothes, the movements were elegant and smooth, which was pleasing to the eye.But Xuanzi was not in the mood to appreciate it, his expression was stiff on his face, he didn't know whether to leave the room or continue reading, his Adam's apple moved, and his eyes glanced at the candle on the table: "That... Uncle, you Are you going to sleep, I'll go back to my room..."

"Stay here tonight." Su Ji's tone was light, but there was a sense of command in his words.

Xuan Zifang scratched his head, and muttered, "Didn't you pass both cultivation today..."

Su Ji said slowly: "Uncle Master wants to stay up all night with you to talk, can't you? You child, why is your mind full of dual cultivation?" There was still a hint of reproach in his eyes.

Xuan Zifang is about to vomit blood, obviously the person who is full of double cultivation is this sanctimonious uncle, right?Do you need to take off so clean to talk at night? ?

As expected, the facts were exactly as Xuan Zifang expected, the two were lying on the bed, they were indeed talking, but it was not about feet, but about shares.

Shang Siyan came to knock on Xuan Zifang's door early the next morning. Xuan Zifang, who was sleeping in the next room, sensed that the barrier in the room had been touched. Regardless of his sore waist and weak legs, he opened the window and returned to his room with a haggard face. He opened the door with a sullen look.

"Although Ganlin Temple is a small temple, the incense is quite prosperous, and it is said that it is very effective. The name of the deceased mage... what is his name, I forgot, anyway, he is a person, and the relics he left are said to be still alive. It glows, and the towers that worship the relics don’t need to be lit at night—” Shang Siyan and Xuan Zifang sat on the paper cranes, and were happily introducing the news he had inquired to Xuan Zifang, but seeing Xuan Zifang’s listless look , some dissatisfaction: "Hey, did you hear that?"

"Ah? Oh, I heard, this relic is a treasure." Xuan Zifang nodded.

Shang Siyan grinned and became more determined to get the relic.

It took only half an hour for the paper cranes to fly to the Ganlin Temple. The ancient temple is majestic, and there is an endless stream of vehicles and pedestrians. It seems that it is just like the rumors. It seems that the vows on this relic are very powerful. Yes. It is also very important to Ganlin Temple, Xuan Zifang feels that this trip may not be smooth.

When they entered the temple, they realized that they had caught up with the Dharma Proclamation Day once a month. In the Daxiong Hall, an old monk explained the Dharma to the people with an old voice. At this time, it was coming to an end. There was neither sadness nor joy on the wrinkled face. After finishing the last few words, leaving behind the people who were digesting the Buddhist principles, they slowly left the hall.

Shang Siyan and Xuan Zifang looked at each other with indescribable shock.

"It's actually a golden pill! This person must be the abbot!" Shang Siyan chased after him without thinking.

Xuan Zifang smiled wryly, and was about to follow, but was blocked by the sound of flute.The sound of the flute seemed to be nothing, sometimes contemptuous like a trickle, sometimes rushing like a ten thousand zhang waterfall, sometimes vast, sometimes melodious. Horror inexplicable.

The person who plays the Xiao sound is definitely not simple!

Xuan Zifang's mouth was full of rust, and the pain on the tip of his tongue made him barely able to keep his mind from being disturbed by the sound. At the same time, his mind was scattered, trying to find the person who was hiding in the dark and attacking him, but unfortunately he couldn't find... the other party It seems that he came prepared, and his cultivation base is unpredictable.

How could the small Ganlin Temple be so hidden?

When the sound of the flute stopped, the pilgrims around were still worshiping Buddha and burning incense as devoutly as before, but Xuan Zifang stood there with cold hands and feet, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, but he recovered quickly, frowned, Si Yan no longer knew where she had gone.

Xuan Zifang was extremely vigilant, bypassed the Daxiong Hall, and came to the back mountain of Ganlin Temple.There are few people in this back mountain, and Shang Siyan's breath disappeared after chasing here.

He raised his eyes and saw a monk in white was looking at him indifferently in a pavilion halfway up the mountain, holding a flute in his hand.

This white-clothed monk is as beautiful as jade, with a gentle and elegant temperament, a tall and straight figure, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes without emotion, and a red glaze between his eyebrows, making his skin white as snow.

"Benefactor, since you're here, why don't you come in and sit down?" The monk smiled at Xuan Zifang.