After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

Shen Qiuting slept very comfortably this time, and when he woke up, it was already dawn.

He hugged the quilt on the bed for a quarter of an hour, but he couldn't remember how he returned to his room from the wine shop.

If you can't remember it, you don't want it, and it's not a big deal.

He jumped off the bed, intending to go out first to see if the lottery had started.

Today's weather is very good, as soon as Shen Qiuting opened the door, he happened to meet Bai Guanchen who had returned from practicing sword.

Shen Qiuting was in a good mood after getting enough sleep, everything he saw was pleasing to the eye, so he greeted Bai Guanchen with a smile: "Good morning, senior brother."

Unexpectedly, Bai Guanchen glanced at him, then walked away without saying a word.

Shen Qiuting got a cold face in bewilderment, feeling that Bai Guanchen's attitude was really inexplicable, as if he had offended him.

He didn't want to suffer innocent injustice early in the morning, so he caught up with him in a few steps and stopped him directly, asking, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"No." Bai Guanchen silently averted his gaze and responded coldly.

Shen Qiuting frowned, and asked again: "So when did I offend you?"

Bai Guanchen was silent for a while, then said: "No."

Shen Qiuting was puzzled: "Then why are you hiding from me?"

Bai Guanchen subconsciously retorted: "I didn't hide from you."

Shen Qiuting saw his white jade-like earlobes stained red with sharp eyes, and was even more puzzled: "Speak well, why are you so shy?"

Bai Guanchen glared at him almost out of embarrassment: "No shame!"

"Okay, okay, I'm not shy, I misread it." Shen Qiuting vaguely felt that Bai Guanchen's mood was not stable today, so he coaxed him, trying to retreat, "Second senior brother, if there is nothing else, I will gone?"

He had just walked back a few steps when he heard Bai Guanchen's voice behind him: "You... don't even remember?"

Shen Qiuting turned around suspiciously: "What should I remember?"

Bai Guanchen's expression looked a little strange, like he was relieved or unhappy, and finally he just said with a cold face: "It's nothing, you can go."

The Second Monk Shen Qiu Tingzhang couldn't figure it out, and for some reason, he felt a little bit more guilty of inexplicable reasons, so he could only go first.

Bai Guanchen looked at his back from behind with inexplicable eyes.

As soon as Shen Qiuting came out of the hospital, he saw Lu Cheng wandering here waving his fan, as if he came here on purpose to find someone.

Seeing him coming out, Lu Cheng's eyes lit up, he closed the folding fan in his hand, and said, "Friend Daoist Shen came out at just the right time. Yanyan is here, and I want to calculate the location of the saint for Tianyinmen, is Daoist Shen interested in watching it together?" one time?"

The veins on Shen Qiuting's forehead twitched slightly: "Yanyan?"

"Oh, I'm talking about Yan Jinhuan, the owner of Tianji Building." Lu Cheng smiled without sincerity.

The Tianji Building has been inherited from ancient times. The Yan clan who ruled the power has a magical physique called the Tianji Dao Body. In every generation, there will be a person who is good at divination and calculation, and can see the secrets of heaven.

It is precisely because the talent of seeing the secrets of the heavens is too unpopular to be seen by the heavens. For thousands of years, no one in the Yan clan has successfully ascended, and those who possess the secrets of the heavens are more likely to die young.It's more of a curse than a gift.

The name of this Ren Tianji Master is Yan Jinhuan, and he is the purest Tianji Dao body that Tianji Building has produced in the millennium. He was unable to stand on his legs since he was born, and when he grew up, he was found to be a mortal without spiritual roots. There is no qualification for going to the fairyland.

When he was a teenager, Yan Jinhuan was white and clean, and his temperament was gentle and quiet. At first glance, he looked like a little girl.Lu Chenggui chased Yan Jinhuan obsessively for a while, and finally found out that Yan Jinhuan was a man, so he calmed down.

The name "Yanyan" was also left at that time, and after a long time, Lu Cheng has not changed it.

Because of this, Shen Qiuting has always felt that Yan Jinhuan has not killed Lu Cheng so far, and it can be seen that his temper is really good.

Shen Qiuting has become numb to his occasional temptation these days, and glanced at him indifferently: "The saintess of Tianyinmen is not the saintess of Lingyun Pavilion, it doesn't make sense for me to join in the fun."

Lu Cheng simply played the emotional card, and came over to hook Shen Qiuting's shoulders: "Shen Qiuting, are we friends?"

Shen Qiuting pulled his paw off his shoulder and said sincerely: "No."

Lu Cheng choked: "You don't have to be so straightforward, Fellow Daoist Shen."

Shen Qiuting continued to speak sincerely: "I'm afraid that if I don't bluntly tell Young Master Lu, I won't be able to understand people's words."

Lu Cheng sighed: "I thought Fellow Daoist Shen would want to go and see for the sake of those two star flowers. After all, these two star flowers are the holy flowers of the Demon Realm, so they are rare."

Hearing this, Shen Qiuting suddenly remembered that Liu Cheng once said that he met a female cultivator of Tianyinmen who had the aura of two star flowers.

His heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What's the matter with the two star flowers that Young Master Lu said?"

Lu Chengdao: "There are rumors that two star flowers were found in the residence of the Tianyinmen saintess."

Lu Cheng is a businessman, and the news network extends in all directions. It is normal to know some news that others do not know.

Shen Qiuting thought for a moment, then quickly changed his tone: "It's okay to go and have a look."

Lu Cheng glanced at him thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "Bu Suan is just in front of Piaomiao Mountain, let's go there now."

Piaomiao Mountain is where the gate of Tianyinmen is located. It is hidden among the mountains in the southern region, surrounded by misty clouds, like a natural barrier.

Originally, the disappearance of the saint could only be said to be a matter of Tianyinmen's own family, but the probability of an accident with the saint of Tianyinmen in a hundred years is too high, and many people with a keen sense of smell have noticed it out of ten. It's tricky, each family and faction sent people over to inquire about the results, and many people with good intentions came to join in the fun, and the originally quiet Piaomiao Mountain was full of people.

Lu Cheng had already made plans to come and watch, and had sent someone to occupy a good position with a wide view early on, so it happened that he didn't need to be crowded with other people at the moment.

An altar had been set up in the middle of the crowd, and the head of Tianyin Sect was standing in front of the altar, talking to a young man in a wheelchair.

The young man was wearing a moon white gown, it was already spring, and he was still wrapped in a thick snow-colored fox fur. gas.

This young man is the protagonist of this fortune-telling, Yan Jinhuan, the owner of Tianji Building.

Although Yan Jinhuan is a mortal, Tianjilou is also the top power in Kyushu. There are many panacea for longevity and immortality in the clan, so he still looks young.

After listening to the head of the Tianyin Sect's account of the disappearance of the saint, he said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, the head, the saint has her own destiny, and nothing will happen."

The wind was strong in front of the mountain, he choked on the wind after saying a few words, and couldn't help coughing twice.

The head of the Tianyin Sect put away the worry on his apprentice, and said with concern: "Lord Yan still has to put his body first."

"It's okay." Yan Jinhuan's face turned pale again, but his tone was still gentle, "It's getting late, let's start now."

He turned his head and said to the little apprentice pushing the wheelchair behind him: "A Cong, go get my cinnabar and talisman paper."

"Yes, Master." The little apprentice saluted respectfully, then turned around to get what he wanted.

After fetching the things, Yan Jinhuan dipped a bit of cinnabar with the talisman pen, and was about to write on the talisman paper when he suddenly paused.

This cinnabar has been tampered with.

Seeing his expression, the little apprentice standing beside him couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Master, is there something wrong with this cinnabar?"

"It's okay." Yan Jinhuan put down the talisman pen in his hand calmly, bit his finger with his lowered eyes, and drew the talisman with blood.

Tianjilou only cares about divination and does not care about disputes. No matter who did the tricks, he just needs to do what he should do.

The drawn talisman paper spontaneously ignited without fire under the eyes of everyone.

Yan Jinhuan performed a deduction, cleaned up the black ash after the burnt talisman paper, bowed his hands in the direction of the head of the Tianyin Sect, and said the result: "Master, the saint is still in this misty mountain. "

One word stirred up a thousand waves, and the crowd of onlookers fell silent for a while, and began to whisper to those around them.

Shen Qiuting watched from afar, and couldn't help frowning.

If people are still in the Misty Mountains, there will be many interesting places.

After Yan Jinhuan finished talking about the result, he looked straight into the eyes of the head of the Tianyin Sect, and smiled softly: "Yan is just an ordinary man who is a fortune teller, and has no intention of disputes, so I will leave."

The head of the Tianyin Sect looked a little ugly, but he still said politely: "I naturally know the rules of the Tianji Building. I have worked so hard this time, Lord Yan. Please, Lord Yan."

Yan Jinhuan nodded, and the little apprentice behind him pushed him away from the altar.

After watching the excitement, Shen Qiuting was thinking about going back along the flow of people, but was caught by Lu Cheng: "Fellow Daoist Shen, follow me to meet someone."

Shen Qiuting was stunned for a moment, and politely refused: "It's getting late."

Lu Cheng glanced at the big sun that was hanging in the sky, and vaguely felt that Shen Qiuting was treating him like a fool.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around, he didn't want to continue the stalemate with Shen Qiuting, and was about to drag his life away, when he suddenly heard a gentle voice from behind: "Young Master Lu."

"Yanyan!" Lu Cheng turned his head and saw the sick and weak young man behind him, his eyes lit up, "You came just in time."

Yan Jinhuan was not angry when he heard this address, but rather casually said: "Just now when I was leaving, I almost broke your hand when I saw you. If I don't come to find you, I'm afraid the next I can't live in peace for a few days."

Shen Qiuting's heart "thumped", fearing that the magic stick would see something, he changed his usual loose posture, and saluted Yan Jinhuan upright: "I have seen Lord Yan."

Yan Jinhuan looked at him calmly, smiled, and said "um".

Shen Qiuting didn't dare to stay for long, and continued: "Since Young Master Lu and Master Yan have something to discuss, I won't bother you."

After leaving this sentence, Shen Qiuting didn't care about Lu Cheng's calls, and slipped away with oil on his feet.

Yan Jinhuan stared at Shen Qiuting's leaving back for a while, a faint smile flashed in his eyes, and asked Lu Cheng, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

"No kidding," Lu Cheng waved Yan Jinhuan's little apprentice aside, and took over the work of pushing Yan Jinhuan's wheelchair, "Yanyan, I came to you to ask you for a divination."

"Oh?" Yan Jin laughed happily, "But I remember that Young Master Lu said that if you don't believe in fate in this life, why would you come here to look for divination?"

"You also met that Lingyun Pavilion disciple just now." Lu Cheng ignored his teasing, but corrected his expression, "Can you make a divination, after all... Is it the return of an old friend?"

The smile on Yan Jinhuan's lips subsided, and after a moment of silence, he continued to laugh and said: "This is someone else's private matter, he won't say it, and I can't tell."

Lu Cheng said seriously: "Then let me ask you one more question, what happened when Qiu Ting fell into a demon...?"

"That's my father's hexagram. I don't know about time and events." Yan Jinhuan lowered his eyes, "It's been a hundred years since this matter, it's time to let it go."

"How many people who were related to that incident back then really let go?" Lu Cheng suddenly laughed, "Yanyan, you might as well ask yourself if you have let go."

Yan Jinhuan didn't answer, but silently grabbed the armrest of the chair beside her.

Shen Qiuting didn't know about the conversation between the two old friends after he left, so he randomly found a disciple who seemed to be going to participate in the big competition, and found out that the lottery draw for this big competition would be postponed to three days later, so he Feel free to wander around Tianyin City.

The city is really too quiet, but there are many stalls outside the city because of Dabi. After thinking about it, Shen Qiuting decided to go out of the city, planning to go to the market to find some good things.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the city gate, he noticed a black figure passing by quickly.

Shen Qiuting's eyes changed, he pulled out his Chi Ming sword and chased after him.

The man in black seemed to have a high level of cultivation, and Shen Qiuting lost track of him within a cup of tea.

He stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the surrounding environment, and couldn't help frowning.

He actually returned to the other courtyard where the disciples who participated in the contest lived.

Shen Qiuting didn't dare to be careless, and immediately sent a sound transmission talisman to Bai Guanchen.

"Little brother, why are you here?"

Suddenly a clear female voice came from behind, Shen Qiuting was shocked all over, and when he looked back, he saw Shen Hua's drunken face.

Shen Huazui looked around, obviously recognized what this place was, couldn't help frowning, and asked: "Junior brother, can you see that someone has been here?"

Shen Qiuting's heart skipped a beat: "Senior sister followed a man in black to come here?"

"Exactly," Shen Huazui clenched the long whip in his hand, and frowned even more tightly, "How do you know?"

Shen Qiuting explained: "I met that man outside the city, and I lost track after chasing him here."

The two were talking, when the door of the other courtyard was pushed open suddenly with a "squeak", and Bai Guanchen came out from inside.

Shen Huazui couldn't help but clenched his whip tightly when he saw someone coming, and said in a strange way: "Hey, why is our Bai Xianjun here? I didn't expect that a busy person like you would come to meddle in the big competition of the younger generation."

Bai Guanchen just glanced at her indifferently, then his eyes fell on Shen Qiuting, and said: "Come here."

"Don't go there!" Before Shen Qiuting could speak, Shen Huazui cut off his chance to speak, "The other courtyard is not safe right now, junior brother, you stay by my side, I will protect you."

Shen Qiuting looked around, and once again fell into a situation where he dared not say anything.

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