The full-level Demon Venerable was forced to obey

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo had taken the elixir to keep their minds clear early, but at the moment they just pretended to faint to make Qi Zhiyi relax his vigilance.

Cheng Mochi quietly released some consciousness, and found that he and Chu Shiluo were in a black satin, presumably it should be a Qiankun bag, the kind that can hold a living person.

"Master." Cheng Mochi called out in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Shiluo responded softly: "Yes."

"We are in the universe bag now, but looking at the direction, we should be heading north." Cheng Mochi felt it again, and said firmly, "It is indeed going north."

"North..." Chu Shiluo said thoughtfully, slowly, "I remember that there is a Silent Hill in the north. No one has approached it all year round. It is also rumored that there is a lot of demonic energy. I don't know if this monster is going there. .”

Cheng Mochi nodded: "The demon energy is getting stronger."

The Qiankun bag where the two were in was very quiet, with occasional bumps.The two of them could still hear the sound of Qi Zhiyi's snake tail gliding rapidly in the forest.

Cheng Mochi couldn't calm down, and continued to talk to Chu Shiluo for nothing: "Master, how much of the story you told about Qi Zhiyi is true and how much is false?"

Chu Shiluo really thought about it seriously, and then replied: "I think it should be half-truth and half-false."

Indeed, no matter what the story is, once the word "rumor" is added, its credibility will be greatly reduced.

Leaving aside Qi Zhiyi's temperament, there are countless versions of the story of Yan Luo and Meng Po.

Of course, these stories all come from very ancient legends. People at that time were far less afraid of gods, ghosts and monsters than they are now, so there are so many versions handed down.

But now people don't dare to make fun of them at will, so it's not surprising that some monks with little information don't know about Qi Zhiyi.

Besides, in these versions, there are often Qi Zhiyi who can't win the love with a sword, or who hates the talents of the two of them and tries to kill them. But sometimes, it only talks about the relationship between Yan Luo and Meng Po's childhood sweetheart.

But if the two of them really have a strong relationship, why are they now separated by two places, one sitting in the high hall with a group of wives and concubines, and the other guarding the Wangchuan River alone, providing hot reincarnation soup for the dead?

"Besides, I also heard that these two people can't see each other, and when they meet, they will definitely fight very hard." Cheng Mochi laughed as he said.

The corners of Chu Shiluo's lips raised slightly, and he said in a warm voice: "Where did you hear these old things?"

"Some are in Jianku's book, and some are told to me by a big mouth in my previous life." After Cheng Mochi finished speaking, he waited for Chu Shiluo to ask him who this "big mouth" was.

But Chu Shiluo didn't agree with him, as if he wasn't interested at all.

Cheng Mochi couldn't wait to ask, so he said quietly: "Master, don't you care about my past life? Don't you want to know who I know and who I have a close relationship with?"

"You can say it if you want to." Chu Shiluo was very transparent, "If you don't want to say it, wouldn't it be an embarrassment for me to ask?"

Cheng Mochi snorted heavily, intending to let him hear it, and then amidst Chu Shiluo's uncontrollable laughter, he said warmly: "Master, as long as you ask, I will definitely tell you. I have nothing to hide from you."

The smile on the corners of Chu Shiluo's lips froze, his heart was filled with unknown emotions, sweet and soft, which made him speechless for a moment.

After a while, he responded softly: "Xiaochi, are you curious about my identity?"

"Yes." Cheng Mochi nodded resolutely, and said again, "But it doesn't matter whether I know or not, as long as the current you and the future you can always be by my side, nothing else matters."

Chu Shiluo was at a loss for words again, he thought, he really is a big devil who has lived for hundreds of years, once he opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, how could he be more seductive than before?

He paused, organized his words, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Cheng Mochi, who said softly, "Master, we're here."

Chu Shiluo hurriedly adjusted his breathing, from the surface, it was completely impossible to see that the two of them chatted all the way.

Cheng Mochi listened to Qi Zhiyi put away the snake tail and formed legs, then stepped up the steps and entered a courtyard.

At the same time, a deep male voice came up and said, "Why did you go out by yourself again?"

The tone was familiar, presumably it wasn't Qi Zhiyi's demons, they should be friends or accomplices.

Qi Zhiyi smiled and said, "Have you heard of Wangchuan Xianmen? They have sent people here, so I just want to go and have a look."

The other man said: "You caught it back?"

"That's right." Qi Zhiyi snorted, "What do you mean by Yun Xianzun, no matter how loud you are outside, you will still be caught by me."

Cheng Mochi resisted the thought of rolling his eyes when he heard the words, and complained to Chu Shiluo in the sea of ​​knowledge: "Is he not very smart?"

Chu Shiluo laughed secretly, and said, "Don't talk about it, be careful to be discovered."

Cheng Mochi didn't care, he wouldn't pay attention to a mere Qi Zhiyi.

But Chu Shiluo opened his mouth, the task of the two of them is not to fight with Qi Zhiyi, but to rescue those trapped people, so there is no need for him to waste his energy in dealing with Qi Zhiyi.

Qi Zhiyi and that man were talking in a low voice, Cheng Mochi and the others knew that this man's name was Hei Xuan, he seemed to be a demon clan, and his strength was not low.

After about half a quarter of an hour, Cheng Mochi felt Qi Zhiyi stop.

The next moment, Cheng Mochi lightened up and was thrown out of the Qiankun bag. He raised his hand without a trace, and put his hand on the back of Chu Shiluo's head, preventing him from knocking directly on the ground.

Qi Zhiyi didn't realize that they were not in the mist at all, but locked the prison door with his own hands, and said to Heixuan: "They have been in my mist, they probably have to sleep for a while, let's go have a meal first?"

"Okay." Hei Xuan had no objection, and said as he walked, "What do you want to eat? Shall I make it for you?"

Qi Zhiyi spoke softly, not like a devil, but more like a young man with a good temper. He said softly, "I want to eat fish. Have those children eaten?"

"I've delivered food to them, don't worry."

The two walked away while talking, and Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo opened their eyes only after the door on the outer floor was closed heavily.

Cheng Mochi helped Chu Shiluo up, but Chu Shiluo squeezed his hand for the first time and looked at it, and when he saw that it wasn't broken by him, he muttered: "It's quite strong."

Cheng Mochi couldn't laugh or cry, leaned over and bit his earlobe lightly to express his dissatisfaction.

"Cough!" An extremely artificial cough came from the side cell.

Only then did Cheng Mochi focus on observing the surroundings, and found that this was an extremely simple prison cell. Even the Dali Temple Prison built by the human race was stronger than the prison cell made of wood in front of them.

If it weren't for the complicated formations engraved on these woods, which greatly restricted all kinds of power, otherwise, they would have been hacked by the monks imprisoned here with their bare hands.

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo were in the farthest cell. Opposite them was an empty cell. Next to that cell, it seemed that there was still a person imprisoned. From their angle, they could only see a red hem.

And the person who coughed just now was in the cell next to Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo.

"Which fellow daoist is so unlucky again?" The voice was lazy, with a smile on his face when he spoke, with an upturned ending, which was simply charming.

Cheng Mochi raised his eyebrows, thinking it was a coincidence that he ran into Song Yin as soon as he came in.

It's just that the current Song Yin doesn't recognize him at all, let alone trust him and do things with him.

Chu Shiluo responded first: "I don't know which fellow Taoist Your Excellency is, but I'm Chu Shiluo of the Immortal Gate of Wangchuan."

Chu Shiluo's words were actually meant to be tentative.When they were just thrown in, they could already smell the thick mist fragrance in the air.

In this concentration of air, except for Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo who took the medicine early, the others can only sleep drowsily. How can they be as clear-headed as Song Yin?

"Wangchuan? Chu Shiluo?" Song Yin's tone was a little strange, but he didn't know what was so strange.

Cheng Mochi pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Don't you believe me, Your Excellency?"

The voice of the person over there suddenly stopped, as if his breathing became a little messed up for a moment.Under the long silence, Chu Shiluo was thoughtful.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Cheng Mochi, and asked directly, "Do you know each other?"

He didn't hide his words at all, and Song Yin on the other side heard it clearly.

He seemed to have finally come to his senses, and smiled slowly: "Where is Master Chu, how can you recognize the celestial figures of the disciples of the noble family, and I am a loose demon?"

Cheng Mochi smiled at Chu Shiluo, and he passed the sound transmission, saying: "He may be my only friend in the previous life, but he certainly doesn't recognize me now."

From his expression, Chu Shiluo saw a trace of well-disguised nostalgia and regret, he was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "That's not certain."

"Huh?" Cheng Mochi looked down at him with a focused and affectionate expression.

Chu Shiluo's heart skipped a beat, he turned his face away unnaturally, and then said to the side wall: "Your Excellency Sanyao, please go away."

"...Ah?" Song Yin looked confused, but followed suit by mistake.

Before he could reach the corner, a wall that had been tightly blocked just now collapsed.

Song Yin was still in shock: "..."

Cheng Mochi looked at Chu Shiluo in shock, while the other party calmly withdrew his foot that kicked over the wall just now, and patted the hem of his clothes lightly.

"I'm sorry to disturb you." Chu Shiluo looked at the opposite person, but when he saw his face clearly, he froze.

The person opposite had a bright and alluring appearance, and his fiery red robe made him look even more bewitching.

But that's not the point. The point is, isn't this person the Fairy Hua Rong I met at the Luohe City Lantern Festival earlier?At that time Cheng Mochi was staring at him in a daze, Chu Shiluo thought he was fascinated by the beauty, so he just saw an acquaintance?

Song Yin came back to his senses, looked at Chu Shiluo with fear in his eyes, and said, "You, you are being polite..."

Cheng Mochi looked at Chu Shiluo's feet and found that there was no injury, so he turned to Song Yin.

Friends from the past, seeing each other after a hundred years, there is no sense of strangeness at all, as if they were still drinking and chatting yesterday.

Song Yin also looked back at Cheng Mochi, the two were speechless for a moment, Chu Shiluo's eyes wandered between the two for a moment, and suddenly understood something.

Sure enough, Cheng Mochi, who was as intelligent as he was, also sensed something unusual.

If it was really the first meeting, Song Yin would have been a stranger to him, but now he looks into his line of sight, obviously with a hint of probing and peeping.

This sight was a bit out of bounds for strangers, but Cheng Mochi didn't feel offended at all, after all, in his eyes, Song Yin was not a stranger.

Chu Shiluo had the bottom line in his heart, so he opened his mouth to break the deadlock, saying: "You all remember?"

Cheng Mochi and Song Yin were stunned at the same time, and then Song Yin pretended not to care and said, "How does the sweet-scented osmanthus wine made by Fairy Baihua taste?"

"It's not as tasty as mine." Cheng Mochi replied subconsciously.

At this moment, the two of them understood that the person standing opposite was their good friend from the previous life, and they both remembered the time when they fought swords and shared life and death together.

There are no redundant words, perhaps because they are too familiar, they even omitted the basic greetings.

Chu Shiluo watched from the side, but he was amused by the behavior of the two of them in secret, and a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Cheng Mochi immediately turned his head to look at him, and when he saw him smiling, he subconsciously smiled too.

Song Yin's eyes also fell on Chu Shiluo, and he took a closer look, then said in a low voice: "She is indeed a rare beauty in the world, no wonder the majestic Demon Venerable misses you so much."

Before the words finished, Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo were stunned at the same time.

The smile on Chu Shiluo's lips disappeared, and his eyes turned to other places.Cheng Mochi's heart stabbed, he quickly took a step forward to hold Chu Shiluo's hand, and whispered: "Master, I really don't remember."

"Don't remember anything?" Song Yin asked suspiciously, "You don't forget your master, do you? After learning of his death, you almost exploded and died?"

Cheng Mochi stared sideways at Song Yin as if falling into an ice cellar, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you shut up!"

Song Yin was taken aback. He didn't have the temperament of a Huarong fairy at all. Instead, he squatted in the corner of the other wall like a pile of mushrooms, holding the cell door and looking at the people in the opposite cell.

Chu Shiluo stopped Cheng Mochi from explaining, raised his eyes to look at his uneasy eyes, and sighed softly.

He raised his hand and rubbed Cheng Mochi's head, and said in a gentle voice: "I said I don't care, but I just don't care. I don't laugh because I want to maintain my personality. It may not be necessary, but I am used to playing corresponding roles in each world. For a while You can't control it, don't even think about it."

Cheng Mochi half-understands, and automatically filters out the parts that he doesn't understand, leaving the part that he understands: "I don't care because I trust you, so don't think about it."

Cheng Mochi was pleased by the meaning he had extracted, and pressed a kiss on the corner of Chu Shiluo's lips like no one else was there, and Chu Shiluo didn't dodge at all.

Song Yin rolled his eyes after showing off his face, picked up a small stone at hand, and threw it towards the opposite prison.

The person on the opposite side was awakened by the blow, but he didn't have any temper. He just blinked and looked at Song Yin, his eyes were not dazed by the mist at all. Thinking that he was just sleeping, Qi Zhiyi's mist didn't have any effect on him at all. .

Cheng Mochi coaxed Chu Shiluo well, and wanted to turn around to find Song Yin to understand the situation, but he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eyes.

The man was dressed in a scarlet Tanhualang wedding dress, and his hat was meticulously worn.His facial features are sharp and deep, but there is a gentleness in his eyebrows and eyes that can't be removed all year round, making him look much gentler.

Cheng Mochi only felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be flowing backwards, and his breath was blocked in his chest, unable to come out or go in, which almost made him breathless.

His eyes gradually overflowed with blood, and his eyes were fixed on the person opposite him without blinking.

After a while, he opened his mouth.His voice was hoarse and low like never before, as if he was trying to endure some kind of pain, he said: "Brother."

The author has something to say: here we come!The whole family is finally together!

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