After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

From a distance, there is a banquet place called Hanaso Festival.

This is an empty garden, filled with many delicate and novel flower seeds, and the rockery and rockery are arranged neatly, with paths separated for the convenience of the girls to walk.

At the Huachao Festival, both men and women can talk to each other, but due to their reserved status, they won't touch easily.

Gui Mei moved very quickly, leading Zhou Yunyi to the front of the noble girls, there were so many heads, Fang Xingjian's seven-foot spiritual sense lost the trace of the two of them.

He frowned, raised the red jade in his arms, and asked:

"Did you see them?"

The pink and white Guimei and the light blue Zhou Yunyi are not far in front, Chiyu Jintong blinked, and said crisply:

"I didn't see it, did I get lost?"

Fang Xingjian had no choice but to hug him back again, muttering:

"According to Zhou Yunyi's words, if this illusion cannot stop them from falling in love, they will immediately jump to the next illusion."

Chiyu pinched his short fingertips habitually, stared indifferently at the four people not far away, and smiled.

Xiao Chiyu smiled cheerfully, but his golden pupils stood in a straight line, and when he looked over suddenly, he had the illusion that he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Brother, how about targeting that poor scholar? Gui Mei fell in love at first sight again. If the poor scholar had an engagement or a sweetheart, the two of them would have no chance, right?"

"The poor scholar is not a firm-minded person. Didn't he also abandon Guimei later?"

Fang Xingjian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

They all tried every means to prevent the two from meeting each other, and wanted to attack Gui Mei, but they forgot that the scholar was also one of the protagonists.

but......

"Gui Mei's traces still have evidence. No one knows the name of the poor scholar, and it is troublesome to find him."

Chiyu giggled twice, looking more and more like an ordinary delicate young man.

Of course, you have to ignore the young master Fang Xingjian's sticky eyes.

He stretched out his little hand and pointed in a direction.

A new peach tree is full of flowers. At first glance, it looks like a powder cloud, and a few flowers fall on the hair of the tourists, which is quite interesting.

It's just that most of the noble ladies go to admire the peonies, and few people pay attention to the new peach that grows sideways.

Standing under the tree is a young man, not very well dressed, but with a strong character.

Chiyu: "It's over there."

****

Poor book grows up to be a good-looking talent, and his conversation is polite, and a few words can make people feel good.

Fang Xingjian pretended to ask him the way, and chatted with him a few words.

Only then did I know that the poor scholar's name was Wei Chiqiu, he won the imperial examination and was waiting for the imperial examination, he lived in a restaurant not far away, and came to join in the fun when he heard about the Huachao Festival.

Chiyu gave him a superficial glance, maybe he didn't expect that he just wanted to join in the fun and ruined the whole city.

Wei Chiqiu behaved generously, but he was very concerned about bundling his hair, and he would reach out to touch it every now and then.

After clarifying where the two of them were going, Wei Chiqiu cupped his hands and said goodbye:

"According to the time, I have to go back to study. The two of you can go straight to the place. The spring is beautiful, and it is a good thing to enjoy more flowers."

Fang Xingjian paused, and asked tentatively, "Brother Wei, stop shopping?"

Wei Chiqiu smiled, raised his hand to stroke the ends of his hair, and shook his head politely.

Fang Xingjian wished he could send him back to the restaurant immediately, lock the latch tightly and never come out again.

Immediately nodded, watching him turn around.

But Wei Chiqiu hadn't taken two steps when he heard a coquettish call from behind:

"Eh--"

"There they are!"

Zhou Yunyi and the others disappeared while Fang Xingjian and the others were walking. Gui Mei was uncharacteristically afraid that her "brother" would be abducted, so she insisted on looking for him.

The four of them didn't meet Wei Chiqiu along the way, and Zhou Yunyi realized that something was wrong, which was beyond his expectation.

He didn't know where this feeling came from until he saw Fang Xingjian and the others.

In the ghostly illusion, she is the leader.As long as she wanted to, she would definitely find a reason for herself to meet Wei Chiqiu.

Zhou Yunyi frowned, his probing eyes fell on Gui Mei's dangling fringed hair ornament.

Since this is the case, then why did Gui Mei ask him to decipher this illusion in the first place?

Could it be that it was just to let her reminisce about her childhood love?

The thought only flashed in his mind for a moment, and he immediately stepped forward to block Wei Chiqiu's back, pretending to greet his younger brother.

"I'm so worried, why didn't you follow us?"

The second half of the sentence was asked to Fang Xingjian.

The cold swordsman wanted to fool him, but the little Chiyu in his arms spoke first.

He said viciously: "It's none of your business, don't talk to brother."

Zhou Yunyi's expression tightened, and Gui Mei next to him smiled and stepped forward, trying to pinch Chiyu's face, but his cold stare made him uncomfortable.

She withdrew her hand embarrassingly: "Your sister is worried about you, why do you talk to her like that?"

Chiyu didn't bother to talk to her, instead Wei Chiqiu, who had already walked a few steps, turned around and answered:

"The two just lost their way."

He saw Fang Xingjian's simple attire, but the young master was all exquisite, so he knew that their relationship was between master and servant.

The young master didn't seem to be easy to talk to. He was also a poor man, so Wei Chiqiu decided to defend Fang Xingjian.

He reached out and twisted the tail of his hair, and said straightly:

"Today's Flower Festival, there are so many people that it is inevitable to get separated. This gentleman is very considerate to the young master, and please don't punish him."

Gui Mei's eyes lit up.

In an instant, the fragrance of peach blossoms brushed across her cheeks.

The ghostly and charming little face was flushed, the highlights in the eyes were shining, and the tassels cut the sunlight into fine pieces.

Her curled eyelashes fluttered, she only remembered the young man's appearance in her heart, and her whole body was filled with fresh joy.

Love at first sight, nothing like this.

"I......"

Before she could speak, Chiyu, who was being held in her arms, was rather displeased.

He looked at Wei Chiqiu with raised eyebrows, and said nonsense:

"I don't think so. Is it possible that my servants still need the guidance of the young master?"

Guimei's words were interrupted by him, his face changed instantly, his eyes were scarlet, and Axi and Gong Wuyou's heartbeats were beating.

Until the end, she still calmed down, regained her clear black eyes, and asked softly: "Where does he make Wen Lan dissatisfied?"

Standing beside the two of them, Zhou Yunyi suddenly felt that Chiyu seemed to be making trouble.

As expected, Xiao Chiyu grinned, revealing two round canine teeth:

"My brother won't listen to me."

Chiyu's little hand reached into his collar restlessly, caressing the back of his neck carefully, his golden pupil narrowed slightly.

He signaled Fang Xingjian to follow his play.

Fang Xingjian's neck was very sensitive, and his back went stiff. He gritted his teeth and tightened the arms that bound the child slightly, warning him to be more conscious.

Chiyu didn't even look at the situation on the field, just took a breath, shrunk his stomach, and stared straight at the ghostly face:

"I want my brother to sleep with me tonight, what do you think?"

Zhou Yunyi could pinch a mosquito to death with his eyebrows, but Chiyu directly provoked Gui Mei, is he really crazy!

Aren't you afraid that Gui Mei will return to her original body and kill them instantly?

Gui Mei was stunned for a moment, then returned: "Wen Lan likes it, why not?"

Chiyu was silent, and paused for a moment: "You mean... as long as you like it, you can do anything?"

Gui Mei raised her curly eyelashes, glanced at Wei Chiqiu quietly, and nodded with a pink complexion.

Chiyu suddenly changed the subject, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a childish voice: "Even if he has a wife and concubine, are you willing to be a servant?"

The words fell here, but Gong Wuyou suddenly raised his head and stared at Xiao Chiyu intently.

Gui Meishi pointed at her chin and thought for a moment: "I will only be a regular wife, a couple for the rest of my life."

Chiyu smiled, showing his canine teeth.

"Okay, then you don't have to look longingly at Wei Chiqiu, he already had a wife and concubine in his hometown."

"Brother?"

Suddenly, everyone stared at Chiyu dumbfounded.

Even Wei Chiqiu scratched the end of his hair uncomfortably, his voice was tense, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"How, how do you know!"

He asked how he knew, not scolded him for talking nonsense.

Fang Xingjian lowered his eyes, even though he couldn't see Xiaotuanzi in his arms, he could feel that Chiyu must be smiling like a little fox right now.

Chiyu yawned, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said to Zhou Yunyi:

"I'm sleepy, let's go home."

Gui Mei's face seemed to have knocked over the palette, with half of her face staring at people with poison, and half of her face sighing in shock and regret.

Zhou Yunyi observed her carefully, even in this state, Gui Mei is still not awake, she is still a little girl in a fantasy.

However, the illusion was not shattered, he clenched his fists tightly, didn't Chiyu break the possibility of the two falling in love?

What is Gui Mei hesitating about?

Chiyu called him two more times, Zhou Yunyi nodded in response, and dragged Gui Mei back to Zhou Mansion, who was emotionally unstable.

****

The sky was shining brightly outside, but the time and the demon realm in the illusion were slightly off.Fang Xingjian sat on the grand teacher's chair, with a cold expression, he hugged the child in his arms in front of him, his warm hand touched Chiyu's face, and the tiger's mouth was stuck under his chin.

When he pinched it lightly, Chiyu turned into a puffer fish.

"What do you want to do?"

Chiyu couldn't speak clearly, Fang Xingjian let go of his cheeks and put his hands on his chest.

"I have heard some rumors. If you want to know, I will tell my brother."

Fang Xingjian remained silent.

Chiyu called himself a sword slave, but he never cared about the long sword in his hand. Instead, he followed him one brother at a time and helped him clean up the mess.

With a strong cultivation base and knowledge of countless secrets, even Fang Xingjian couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

Even if he kept approaching him, Fang Xingjian couldn't completely trust him, as if there was a thin layer of mist between them.

Fang Xingjian didn't know his story, and even vaguely didn't want to explore Chiyu's past.

Should such a person talk to each other?

He recovered and shook his head.

Jianxiu said sincerely: "I just want to find Huadietu as soon as possible, find Gong Xiangdi, and restore my cultivation."

A trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in Chiyu's eyes.

In his plan, there is no self.

But he still smiled, opened his mouth and said:

"Then I-"

In the blink of an eye, the voice stopped abruptly.

Fang Xingjian's spiritual consciousness could no longer find him.

Not only that, but an unpleasant stench hit his face, as if countless corpses were piled up in one place to rot, the overwhelming smell could inhale him.

Fang Xingjian stood up, tightly grasped the long sword beside him, released his spiritual consciousness with all his strength, and shouted loudly:

"Akadama—"

Suddenly, a lot of water began to pour into the feet, as if being locked in a narrow box, the water gradually spread to the mouth and nose.

Fang Xingjian struggled, the salty and bitter water choked into his lungs, and the only air he had was turned into bubbles and spit out into the water.

He clutched his throat tightly, sinking his heart and throwing the long sword, but nothing happened.

He is trapped in an untouchable water tank.