Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Su Mengsheng's charming peach eyes immediately turned into a pair of copper bells: "Junior Brother Ye, are you kidding me?"

Ye Qingyi said indifferently: "Brother Su, there is nothing to joke about this kind of thing."

Su Mengsheng froze, carefully looked at Ye Qingyi's expression, and after making sure that the other party was not joking with him, he said seriously: "Junior Brother Ye, don't think wildly, my elder brother, he, he doesn't have that kind of meaning."

After Su Mengsheng said this, cold sweat broke out, because he knew that Su Mengze really cared about Liu Wuhen's kidnapping of Ye Qingyi. After all, which man would like to see his fiancée being kidnapped by another man before his big wedding? , and woke up on a strange bed, but he also understood that Su Mengsheng fell in love with Ye Qingyi at first sight, and he would never give up on Ye Qingyi and cancel the marriage between the two because of this incident.

"Qing Yi, my eldest brother is just annoyed that he didn't protect you well, and he definitely didn't think about those dirty things. Don't misunderstand, let alone think wildly because of my words. You know, I always say what I say, and I don't say anything. Keep the door!"

Su Mengsheng spoke incoherently, but Ye Qingyi remained indifferent. The two were in a stalemate, and Xuan Moxiao walked over with two disciples of Lihua Palace.

Xuan Moxiao wore a rare white robe today, the texture is very similar to the white robe on Ye Qingyi, it is light and elegant, full of drape, when the wind blows, the sleeves of his clothes are fluttering, like a fairy in the heavenly palace. The first class is clear and handsome, so it is even more immortal and agile.

Ye Qingyi stared at Xuan Moxiao who was dressed in white like snow, and for a moment, he seemed to see his father, Xi Muyao.

Not only Ye Qingyi, but also Su Mengsheng who was at the side was also stunned looking at Xuan Moxiao dressed in such a dress, and after looking at it for a long time, he praised: "Look at my apprentice, the lush forests and bamboos, the jade trees are facing the wind, they are more and more like me when I was young no, no..."

Su Mengsheng paused, and changed his words: "It's getting more and more like Brother Xi's demeanor back then."

Xuan Moxiao nodded and smiled, cupped his hands at Su Mengsheng and Ye Qingyi and said, "Master, uncle."

Su Mengsheng looked at her beautiful apprentice and couldn't open her eyes from laughing: "Mo Xiao, do you have anything to do with Master?"

Xuan Moxiao raised his head and looked at Ye Qingyi with a cold expression: "If you go back to the master, the disciple has some things to report to the uncle."

"Oh, I'm looking for your uncle." Su Mengsheng waved her fan to step back, "Let's talk."

Xuan Moxiao squeezed the scroll in his left hand, and walked towards Ye Qingyi lightly.

Ye Qingyi looked at the pretty and delicious Xuan Moxiao with a smile on his face: "Xiao'er, what's the matter?"

Xuan Moxiao looked into Ye Qingyi's eyes calmly, raised the scroll in his hand and said, "This disciple brought a painter to Longxiang Inn this morning, and made a portrait based on the description of the shopkeeper of Longxiang Inn. Let the uncle take a look and see if the uncle has any impression."

"Oh?" Ye Qingyi said with interest, "Portrait? Okay, let me see."

Xuan Moxiao immediately unfolded the portrait.

Above the portrait, there was a handsome young monk in a black robe.

But such monks, look at the whole cultivation world, and grab a lot, among other things, but Su Mengsheng's Diancang Peak is full of such young and beautiful monks.

The point is, which sect will have a young, handsome disciple who is also in the tribulation period.

"Is this the person depicted by the innkeeper?" Ye Qingyi said lightly.

"Yes." Xuan Moxiao said, "But the innkeeper said that the man flew very fast and passed by in a flash, so he couldn't remember the appearance of the other party clearly."

"I see." Ye Qingyi said seriously, "I have no impression, not at all."

"Forget it." Su Mengsheng interjected, "As long as this kid is still in the cultivation world, he will show his tail sooner or later, but where is that damn Liu Wuhai!"

Xuan Moxiao immediately said after hearing the words: "Returning to Master, Liu Wuwei's whereabouts are still unknown, and he has not been found."

"Not yet?" Su Mengsheng put her hands on her hips with a gloomy expression on her face, "It's really crazy, where did Liu Wuwu hide?! People who never see people when they're alive, can't they really disappear from this world?"

"If you can't find it, don't look for it." Ye Qingyi said, "When it's time to come out, he will come out."

Xuan Moxiao's expression became serious when he heard the words: "Uncle Shi, don't worry, this disciple will definitely find Liu Wuwu."

Ye Qingyi smiled and said nothing, turned around and left, Su Mengsheng said: "Mo Xiao, go get busy."

Xuan Moxiao, who silently stared at Ye Qingyi's leaving back, hurriedly cupped his hands at Su Mengsheng: "Yes, Master."

In his right hand, he was still holding the jade flute that Ye Qingyi gave him.

Su Mengsheng, who was shaking her fan, stared blankly at the red ears hanging on the jade flute, then fixedly glanced at Xuan Moxiao, smiled faintly, and caught up with Ye Qingyi.

Until the white shadow disappeared, Xuan Moxiao came to Lihua Palace with the scroll.

He was busy in the palace until the evening, and only then did he meet Su Mengze.

Su Mengze practiced for a whole day in Jinfeng Mountain, and when he returned, his face was flushed and he was full of energy, but he seemed to be in a bad mood, with a sullen face and a gloomy atmosphere all over his body.

Such Su Mengze is rare, he has always shown others with a refined and gentle appearance.

"Father foster, you are back." Xuan Moxiao walked up to Su Mengze holding a cup of tea, "Father foster has worked hard, drink a cup of hot tea to moisten your throat."

Su Mengze took a look at Xuan Moxiao, took off his outer robe and took the teacup: "Why are you here?"

Xuan Moxiao took the robe that Su Mengze had taken off, supported Su Mengze to sit on the couch and said, "Mo Xiao guessed that foster father was thinking about his uncle, so he rushed to report, foster father..."

Xuan Moxiao put the picture scroll in front of Su Mengze: "Father, this is the portrait of the suspect who brought my uncle to Longxiang Inn. Please have a look at it."

Su Mengze put down the tea bowl, glanced up and down at Xuan Moxiao, and took the portrait.

Xuan Moxiao got up slowly, and stood beside Su Mengze with her hands behind her back.

"The person in this portrait is somewhat similar to you." Su Mengze sized up the person in the painting, looked at Xuan Moxiao with a half-smile, Xuan Moxiao looked calm, "Senior Brother Yan said the same thing. "

Su Mengze snorted lightly, put down the picture scroll and unbuttoned his collar: "You can't find anyone like this, order the head of each sect to check the disciples in their own sect to see if there are any disciples who have passed the tribulation period. If you find out, send it to Lihua Palace immediately."

Xuan Moxiao bowed beside him: "Returning to foster father, Mo Xiao has already sent the order."

Su Mengze paused when he unbuttoned his clothes.

He glanced at Xuan Moxiao, and Xuan Moxiao smiled at Su Mengze when he saw this.

Su Mengze stared at Xuan Moxiao's smiling face in a daze: "By the way, how is your Master Ye?"

Most of the smile on Xuan Moxiao's face disappeared in an instant, but fortunately Su Mengze went to unbutton his clothes again, so he didn't see his expression.

"Uncle Shi is fine, he has gone back to Qingze Garden to rest."

Su Mengze stopped talking.

Xuan Moxiao naturally knew what Su Mengze was thinking, it was nothing more than wanting to get his Master Ye, the number one beauty in the six worlds, but he thought his Master Ye was raped by Liu Wuwu, so he was no longer in vain.

It can be clearly seen that they are the dirtiest people in the world.

Xuan Moxiao endured and endured, his ten fingers were about to break, and then he walked behind Su Mengze, and gently pressed Su Mengze's shoulder.

Su Mengze couldn't help being taken aback: "Mo Xiao, what are you doing?"

Su Mengze took off half of his clothes, and now the middle door is wide open, his white and strong chest is loomingly exposed, and his lower chest and abdominal muscles are clearly visible. Xuan Moxiao looked at Su Mengze through the bronze mirror in front of Su Mengze: "Father practiced hard, Mo Xiao gives the adoptive father a massage to relieve his fatigue."

His voice was soft and soft, brushing against Su Mengze's face like a feather, Su Mengze's body trembled inexplicably, and he stared sharply at Xuan Moxiao in the bronze mirror.

The young man in the bronze mirror is as eye-catching as the rising sun, with a handsome appearance and elegant figure, and he is dressed in white clothes, showing a clean and fresh temperament to the fullest. Su Mengze looks at Xuan Moxiao, vaguely, as if seeing Xi Muyao .

Back then, Xi Muyao was dressed in white, turned out to be famous in the first battle, and stole everyone's light.

Su Mengze's eyes couldn't help turning cold.

Does he want to take Xi Muyao's son as his adoptive son?How can it be!All he wants is a good reputation. After all, this posthumous child is a lost dog, a hot potato who doesn't want anything. If he can take him in regardless of past suspicions, the world will praise him for his generosity.

In fact, he has received quite a few such praises.

So what if Xi Muyao left a seed behind?Aren't you going to use it for him? !

Su Mengze felt somewhat complacent after thinking about it, squinted his eyes, and said quietly: "Mo Xiao, why did you remember to wear white clothes today?"

Xuan Moxiao was already the young master of the Lihua Palace, so when she was in the Lihua Palace, she naturally wore the Lihua Palace costume, and this white robe was obviously not the Lihua Palace costume.

Xuan Moxiao heard the words, looked up at Su Mengze in the bronze mirror and said, "Ye-father thinks, Mo Xiao doesn't look good in white?"

Su Mengze stared at Xuan Moxiao for a long time, and felt that Xi Muyao was standing behind him, serving him diligently and carefully.

He was inexplicably excited, but the way he looked at Xuan Moxiao changed: "It's beautiful, it's beautiful, Mo Xiao..."

Su Mengze suddenly pressed Xuan Moxiao's hand: "A little heavier."

Xuan Moxiao's hand on Su Mengze's shoulder froze: "Yes, adoptive father..."

Su Mengze closed her eyes contentedly, and enjoyed Xuan Moxiao's service. Xuan Moxiao skillfully kneaded Su Mengze's shoulders, and when her body was completely soft, her expression was completely relaxed, and she was completely intoxicated by her own hands, she moved quietly. spirit.

He supported Su Mengze's neck with one hand, pretending to press Dazhui acupoint for him, and slowly raised one hand to Su Mengze's forehead.

He stared at Su Mengze who was smiling triumphantly in the bronze mirror, blushing with hatred, and was about to cast a spell when Su Mengsheng walked in, shaking his fan.

"Brother, didn't you agree to have dinner at Junior Brother Ye's place in the evening? Why did you miss the appointment?"

Xuan Moxiao frowned, and hastily put away his right hand that was flowing with spiritual power.

As soon as Su Mengsheng entered the room, he saw Xuan Moxiao withdrawing his hand hastily, and he even saw a ruthless look on Xuan Moxiao's face.

Su Mengsheng was taken aback for a moment, and the hand that was shaking the fan was a little stiff: "Mo Xiao, are you here too?"

Xuan Moxiao's heart was beating wildly.Su Mengsheng walked lightly and quickly, and he concentrated on Su Mengze again. He seemed to be slow for a moment when he stopped, and he didn't know if Su Mengsheng noticed.

In the mirror, Su Mengze had already opened his eyes, Xuan Moxiao could only pretend that nothing happened and said: "Master is here?"

Su Mengsheng twirled the fan irregularly like in the past: "As soon as I came in, I saw you father and son kissing each other. I said, Mo Xiao, why didn't I see you rubbing my shoulders for Master."

Xuan Moxiao smiled stiffly but awkwardly: "The disciple was negligent. If the master doesn't dislike it, the disciple will give the master the massage now."

"Another day, another day!"

"Mengsheng, why are you here?" Su Mengze slowly woke up from the dream of conquering his old enemy, looked sideways at Su Mengsheng, and said.

Su Mengsheng sat in front of Su Mengze, and glanced up and down at Su Mengze: "You may not be willing to listen to trivial matters."

Su Mengze snorted coldly and remained silent, Xuan Moxiao took the opportunity to bow to the two of them, and exited the Lihua Palace.

Until stepping into the cherry grove farthest from Lihua Palace, Xuan Moxiao's mood did not calm down.

Not only was he annoyed at being interrupted by Su Mengsheng at the critical moment, but he was also annoyed that he was too slow to act so that he missed such a good opportunity.

If you fail once, do it again, a cunning person like Su Mengze will definitely pay attention, so it will be difficult...

Xuan Moxiao gritted his teeth in worry, and was racking his brains to think of a countermeasure, when he suddenly heard a person behind him say: "Mo Xiao, you don't go back to where you live, what are you doing here?"

Xuan Moxiao was startled!

"Master?" Xuan Moxiao stared at Su Mengsheng's gloomy eyes, "I, I didn't do anything..."

Su Mengsheng looked at Xuan Moxiao thoughtfully: "Mo Xiao, you are lying."

Xuan Moxiao was taken aback.

He felt his own cold sweat break out: "Master, Master, what do you mean by that?"

Su Mengsheng sighed slightly, stepped forward and said, "Mo Xiao, do you think Master treats you well?"

Xuan Moxiao's mood became inexplicably complicated: "Master has always treated his disciples very well."

"Really?" Su Mengsheng sneered, waving her fan and walked a few steps towards the forest, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, said, "You don't know yet, in fact, your teacher and your father are very good friends. You His father was chivalrous, heroic, and had many friends and enemies. Later, he encountered some bad things and died young...

After your father died, the realm of comprehension settled down, and I, the second son of Lihua Palace, spent more than ten years in a daze. It wasn't until I saw you in the Cold Crystal Valley that day that I realized that I was alive. It's so ridiculous, I claim to be your father's friend, I firmly believe that your father was murdered by someone back then, but I didn't do anything, I'm like this... what kind of friend..."

Xuan Moxiao looked at Su Mengsheng nervously but calmly, not knowing why Su Mengsheng said this to him.

"Master...you..."

"Mo Xiao." Su Mengsheng turned around and interrupted Xuan Moxiao, "Master told you this for no other purpose than to tell you that Master is sorry for you, and even more sorry for your father. Therefore, as long as it is within the scope of Master's ability, Master will help you, but you obviously don’t trust Master, otherwise, you wouldn’t have lied to Master.”

Xuan Moxiao's heart, which was suppressed so hard, started beating wildly again.

"Master..."

Su Mengsheng raised his hand to signal Xuan Moxiao to silence again, while the other hand reached into the air, and grabbed an inconspicuous long sword out of thin air.

"Do you still know this sword?"

Then he threw the long sword to Xuan Moxiao.

Xuan Moxiao caught the long sword, without looking carefully, he knew that this sword was exactly the one that fell in Ye Qing's clothes room.

He wanted to use it to kill Liu Wuwei!

"Master..." Xuan Moxiao clearly sensed that his voice was trembling, "Master, what do you mean?"

Su Mengsheng looked at Xuan Moxiao with a bit of heartache and disappointment: "Master, I thought that I already reminded me very clearly that day."

Xuan Moxiao froze all over.

Yes, one morning, when he and Su Mengsheng came out of Ye Qingyi's room, Su Mengsheng let him see the sword intentionally or unintentionally.

At that time, he was not sure whether Su Mengsheng knew anything. After all, he felt that he had done everything right. Obviously, he overestimated himself too much.

So... Su Mengsheng also found out what happened just now?

"Master...you know everything?"

Su Mengsheng's eyes darkened, and he stared at Xuan Moxiao sullenly and said: "The geese leave traces, and the wind leaves a sound, Mo Xiao, you first rescued your uncle in the hands of Liu Wuhai, and then appeared in the shadows in a sneaky way." Lihua Palace, today, you secretly manipulated your adoptive father again, tell Master, what exactly do you want to do?"

Xuan Moxiao's face was pale: "Master also knows what happened last night?"

Last night, he escaped from the Lihua Palace without anyone noticing, why did Su Mengsheng also find out.

Su Mengsheng looked at Xuan Moxiao's puzzled expression and hummed softly, pointed to the jade flute on his waist and said: "The red tassels on this flute are hooked on the window lattice."

Xuan Moxiao's expression was shocked, and he hurriedly checked the jade flute on his waist.

At that moment, what he was worried about was not his own safety, but whether he would damage the jade flute that Ye Qingyi gave him.

After confirming that the jade flute was intact, but after one of the tassels hanging on the flute fell off, Xuan Moxiao let out a long breath.

He looked at Su Mengsheng calmly, his heart tightened for a while.

"Don't you have anything to say to Master?" Su Mengsheng couldn't hide her anxiety, "Mo Xiao, how did you escape from your uncle's room that day, how did you learn the holding spell, and..."

Su Mengsheng took a deep breath: "What do you want to do to your adoptive father? How many of the bizarre events that have happened these days are still related to you."

Xuan Moxiao's face turned green again and again when Su Mengsheng asked him, he always thought that Xi Muhai hated him, Su Mengze used him, Du Zhong was on guard against him, Ye Qingyi was suspicious of him, but unexpectedly, Su Mengsheng said quietly , I have already seen him through!

"Since the master already knew that the disciple was restless, why didn't he act early and stop the disciple?"

Su Mengsheng frowned, paused for a moment and said: "Master believes that your heart is kind, and it is normal for you to protect your Master Ye. You have a little secret, and Master can turn a blind eye and pretend to see it." No, but things are obviously not as simple as Master Wei imagined, and Master is worried that if he doesn't teach you, you will make a big mistake."

Xuan Moxiao's heart fluttered up and down.

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"Say it!" Seeing that Xuan Moxiao just stared blankly at her but refused to speak, Su Mengsheng was a little anxious for a while, and urged with a cold face, "If you still have me as a master in your eyes, then you will be honest What you do next, tell me what's on your mind!"

Xuan Moxiao clenched the jade flute in his hand tightly and loosely, hesitated for a moment and then said flatly: "Okay, let me say, master, the body-fixing curse was learned by the disciple at Yushu Peak, and he escaped from the master's uncle's room successfully. With the help of a friend. I want to know why my parents died, I want to save my mother, I want to help the Yaozu, and I want to..."

Xuan Moxiao's eyes turned cold: "I want to kill Su Mengze!"

Su Mengsheng was dumbfounded.

"What did you say? You want to kill your adoptive father?"

"Yes!"

"why?"

"Because he doesn't deserve to have Master Ye!"

Su Mengsheng was shocked by Xuan Moxiao's decisive answer and took three steps back.

"You, you child..." Su Mengsheng became flustered in a rare way, "There are so many things hidden in your heart..."

Xuan Moxiao smiled bitterly.

He really wanted to tell Su Mengsheng that there were only a few people left in this world who were willing to treat him well, but he actually had another thought - he wanted to have Ye Qingyi.

But even if he is sure to deal with Su Mengsheng, he dare not say this sentence hidden in his heart.

"Master, if you want my disciple to say it, I have said it... In fact, what can I do if I say it? The reason why my disciple refuses to tell anyone, including you, Master, is because my disciple I knew early in the morning that what my apprentice was going to do was something that would never be undone..."

Su Mengsheng felt distressed, but looked at Xuan Moxiao with chills.

Holding the folding fan in his hand, he walked up to Xuan Moxiao step by step: "What you are going to do is indeed a matter of eternal doom! Mo Xiao, although you have half the blood of the demon clan on your body, you are not a demon after all! You want to save your mother!" You must open the Qiankun Wall, but do you know the consequences of opening the Qiankun Wall?!"

Xuan Moxiao stared into Su Mengsheng's eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Master, I'm sorry, disciple... will not change my decision."

"you!"

Su Mengsheng was about to say something, but he felt a domineering spiritual force pouring into his forehead!He tried his best to resist but couldn't. Finally, he closed his eyes and fell into Xuan Moxiao's arms.

Xuan Moxiao hugged Su Mengsheng and knelt on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Master, Master, I'm sorry..." Xuan Moxiao hugged Su Mengsheng, his heart was tormented, he knelt under the moonlight for a long time with heartache, and finally raised his hand and pressed it on Su Mengsheng's forehead, cleared it, and took it away. Su Mengsheng's memories.

He digested Su Mengsheng's memory tremblingly. Fortunately, Su Mengsheng's memory about his father was so clean.

Xuan Moxiao let out a long sigh of relief, sent Su Mengsheng back to the place where he lived, and sneaked into the Lihua Palace without anyone noticing.

Su Mengze has practiced very diligently in the past few days. Perhaps he wants to break through Xi Muyao's achievements. Even without the Ziyu Dangong, he can rebuild the Qiankun Wall. However, what he doesn't know is that he has just rushed to Jinfeng Mountain for retreat. The son of his deadly enemy flowed back into his bedroom, knowing his movements like the back of his hand.

After confirming that Su Mengsheng was not in the palace, Xuan Moxiao activated the mechanism according to Liu Wuhen's memory, and successfully flew into the palace.

The underground palace was twists and turns, and the lights were dim. Although there were no living things, Xuan Moxiao inexplicably felt that there were countless pairs of eyes watching him.

Uneasy but excited, he pushed open the gate of the underground palace. As soon as he entered, he saw a stone platform nearly one foot high, and a long sword that was incomplete and exuded a faint aura.

He only took one look at the long sword, and the blood around him froze.