Something is wrong with Jian Zun

"Little brother, where did you go a few days ago?"

"Eldest brother sent me a letter saying that when he found you and Xie Ming..."

Hearing the word "Xie Ming", something in his mind seemed to be touched, and Chu Zhaoliu came back to his senses.

The voice that was lingering in the ear like a layer of water just now penetrated into the eardrum suddenly, and the scene in front of him became clear layer by layer.

This is a magnificent restaurant box.

There was constant singing and laughing around, the smell of wine bursting into the nostrils, the bead curtains in front were drooping, the dancers on the stage in the middle had already retreated, and a storyteller who came up had already set his posture.

The man sitting next to him has a disheveled neckline, an unshaven beard, and a slovenly look. While muttering, he raised his head, poured the last drop of wine from the jug into his mouth, smacked his lips, and shook his head in dissatisfaction: "It's gone?"

His mind was still a little confused, Chu Zhaoliu's face was pale, he glanced at him, before he could speak, an itchiness climbed up his throat, and he covered his lips and coughed violently.

The man stopped drinking immediately, threw away the jug, clasped Chu Zhaoliu's wrist, revealed a ray of spiritual power, his face froze: "Junior Brother, what's wrong?"

Chu Zhaoliu's face was sleepy, so he let him check himself and waved his hands: "It's okay." After a pause, he didn't understand the situation, "Where is this?"

Gu Junyi held his face in grief: "Eldest brother sent me a letter saying that you have lost your memory, but I still don't believe it. According to you, you have an old illness that has not healed, and you have a new injury. Senior brother is very sad! Senior brother To test you, do you still remember the one hundred thousand spirit stones you owe me?"

Consciousness returned, Chu Zhaoliu glanced at him, and avoided it, the tassel earrings on the left ear were mottled with blood-red jade, and the face of bullying Saixue was white and almost transparent.

He flapped his fan and slapped the man's paw away, and said in a cool tone, "Thank you, Second Senior Brother, for reminding me, it wasn't you who said it, I forgot that you still owe me a hundred thousand spirit stones."

"..."

Gu Junyi sighed: "We are all a family, so don't worry about these small things."

Chu Zhaoliu lifted the corners of his lips with a smile or not, and took a sip of tea.

This is Feihualou at the foot of Fuyue Mountain. It is famous all over the world for its pot of peach blossom wine.

Three quarters of an hour ago, Gu Junyi, who had been away from home for many years, strolled back to the mountain in the middle of the night, rolled him up from the bed, and brought him down the mountain without any explanation, and came to this place of debauchery.

What he said was "Senior brother will take you sober", but in fact Chu Zhaoliu suspected that the alcoholic had no money to drink, so he ran back to slaughter him.

How can anyone bring someone to drink, let him settle the bill, but not give him the wine.

As for the memory before that, where he went, what he did, who he was with...but it was vague.

Gu Junyi saw that he was fine, so he slumped back on the chair with confidence, holding the baby sword in his arms, and raised his eyelids, and looked at the baby boy: "Still can't remember?"

Chu Zhaoliu shook his head honestly.

"Half a month ago, you disappeared in the Suyang lineage. Eldest brother led people to search inch by inch and shaved off the land. Only then did you find you and Xie Ming in front of a cave. After you came back, you were in a trance. I just woke up yesterday, but I can’t remember anything clearly, and I was crying and wanted to go down the mountain to find someone, so scared that my elder brother called me back overnight.”

As Gu Junyi said, he stroked his chin in doubt: "The sky is high and the earth is far away in Suyang, it's very desolate, why did you go there?"

"Crying and crying?" Chu Zhaoliu poured another cup of tea with a smile, "Brother, do you think the tea leaves swirling in this cup of tea look like the one hundred thousand spirit stones you owe me?"

Gu Junyi immediately sternly said: "My junior brother Yushu Linfeng, heroic and extraordinary, how could he cry and cry! It's all the senior brother's information error, I will immediately take the sword and go up the mountain to fight him to the death, so that the junior brother can be wronged and regain Qingyu!"

Chu Zhaoliu glanced at him with a half-smile, raised a cup of tea to himself, and fell into deep thought.

In his memory, there was indeed a gap between going down the mountain half a month ago and being carried down the mountain tonight.

While he was thinking, Gu Junyi secretly hid two jars of wine, and continued to speak with satisfaction: "By the way, didn't you and Xie Ming see each other wrongly? How did you bump into each other?"

There is this memory.

Chu Zhaoliu supported his chin with one elbow, turned the teacup boredly, lowered his thin eyelids, and said indifferently, "There was a fight."

Gu Junyi laughed: "You two, you never deal with each other since you were young..."

Just as he was talking, the storyteller in the middle slapped Xingmu, and said in a hoarse voice: "...just say that the suzerain of the Lihai Liuming Sect, Xie Ming, the current sword venerable, is known to everyone, everyone knows that I know, but I'm afraid you don't know, Master Sword has a deep relationship with the Fuyue Sect above us."

Gu Junyi ate peanuts with great interest: "Oh, whoever comes."

Chu Zhaoliu was annoyed: "Can we make him shut up?"

Gu Junyi sighed, waved his hand, watching the excitement is no big deal: "Little brother, this is your fault, we have no right to comment on what people like to say."

"Jian Zun was young and rough, his sect was destroyed, he once studied on Fuyue Mountain, and later revived the sect at a weak age. A hundred years ago, the monster clan invaded, and Jian Zun confronted the three demon kings with one sword and one man. The sword shocks the immortal, and all sects worship him, only then will he be honored!"

There was a burst of applause from below, and the reputation of Sword Master swept all directions, and there were countless admirers.

Chu Zhaoliu sneered slightly.

"The other protagonist we are going to talk about today is an elder of the Fuyue Sect," the storyteller said, coughing and coughing, "This is the Fuyue Sect's territory, everyone knows who it is, keep a low profile, low key."

Everyone immediately understood: "It's the script, right, that one!"

The storyteller shook his head: "Yes, that's the one!"

Chu Zhaoliu: "?"

Gu Junyi: "?"

The two elders of the Fuyue Sect were suddenly happy to be nominated, but they really couldn't figure out what "that" was, so they sat up straight involuntarily, and looked at each other in surprise.

"Back then when Sword Master worshiped Fuyue Sect, when he looked back, he saw a handsome young man, his face was powdered, bright like a bright moon, with a blood-red earring around his ear, and his body was like light fluff in March. Breathing lightly, I sighed in my heart: There is such a young man in the world, if he can get a wife like this..."

After three sentences to solve the case, Chu Zhaoliu's expression suddenly turned bright.

Gu Junyi was already laughing wildly at the table, with tears in his eyes, and pulled Chu Zhaoliu to persuade him: "Junior brother, tolerance, we are one of the four major sects, we must have tolerance! If you go and smash his stall, tomorrow morning in Lingtong Everyone in the domain should know your script!"

Seeing the storyteller getting more and more outrageous, Chu Zhaoliu's face turned green and red for a while, he stood up quickly, waved his long sleeves, and suddenly added a few spirit stones in front of the storyteller's case in the unknown script.

A cold voice came from behind the bead curtain: "It's very good, don't talk about it next time."

Mr. Storyteller's spine was bent by the spirit stone, and he hurriedly bowed to thank him, and amidst booing and protesting, he replaced him without any vigor.

This time, he opened his mouth again, "Speaking of which, the second elder of the Fuyue Sect is known as Xiaoyaojian Gu Junyi..."

Gu Junyi is a swordsman, so poor that his sleeves are clean, but he is not as rich and powerful as the younger brother. The room where he watched the excitement was burned down, and his head was as big as a bucket. He turned around and wanted to run: "I am very happy to talk about it today, little brother, we See you in the future..."

Chu Zhaoliu looked at him coldly and wanted to run, and his thin lips moved: "Senior brother, you must have the bearing of the sect. This bearing is like taking out a hundred thousand spirit stones."

Gu Junyi's footsteps were stiff, and he sat back stiffly, with an enthusiastic attitude: "Speaking of which, junior brother, I have learned a skill recently, and I think there is a good chance of repaying my debts."

Chu Zhaoliu crossed his legs and smiled kindly: "Oh?"

"Look, it's because you don't find a Taoist companion that you have such outrageous folk tales. Now that the world is peaceful, you are not young, so it's time to find a Taoist companion."

Chu Zhaoliu stared deeply at Gu Junyi, with genuine concern in his eyes: "Senior brother, did you not close the lid of the sky when you took a bath?"

Gu Junyi choked slightly, took his hand, and continued: "My ability is an ancient immortal technique, and it takes a lot of effort to perform it once, and it is more than enough for you to have a hundred thousand spirit stones."

He smiled mysteriously: "There is a word 'fate' between people. How can you tell if there is a relationship? My fairy method can break off the marriage and show the red line."

Chu Zhaoliu watched him perform with a blank expression: "Brother, is the spell you cast meant 'the rich give money, and the poor give personal'?"

Gu Junyi choked again, becoming more and more courageous as he became more frustrated. He made a formula with one hand, and recited an obscure ancient mantra. With two fingers together, he tapped on the snow-white wrist in his palm.

A red line actually emerged just like that.

Red and white complement each other, making the wrist bones more delicate.

The red circle wrapped around his wrist, which seemed to be quite mysterious, Chu Zhaoliu looked at him carefully, and said happily: "Brother, you have been away from home for a few years, and you have learned more and more tricks in the rivers and lakes. If you have time, you can perform a big boulder on your chest. "

Gu Junyi was heavily in debt, and swallowed his anger: "Junior brother, stop the supernatural powers you talk about."

As he spoke, he continued to read the obscure incantation.

The red line suddenly jumped, and got into the box next door.

Gu Junyi was stunned, and after a while, his eyes lit up: "Hey, there is such a coincidence in the world! Junior brother, your marriage is right next door!"

"Really, if it's really a marriage, then I'd like to thank senior brother." Chu Zhaoliu answered casually, twisting his wrist, keeping his eye on this most unreliable senior brother from the corner of his eye, to prevent him from getting oily on his feet.

Gu Junyi didn't intend to run away, but pulled him excitedly and walked out: "Hurry up, hurry up, go and see which girl it is, I bet it must be a stunning beauty!"

The box is next door, as soon as the two of them came out, they turned around and arrived.

Chu Zhaoliu originally thought that Gu Junyi was bluffing him, but seeing him so excited, he muttered in his heart.

Could it be that Gu Junyi wasn't joking?

Here...is it really his "marriage"?

Gu Junyi knocked on the door carelessly, raised his hands and raised his voice: "Dare to ask which fairy is in the house, how about coming out and talking about it?"

There was silence behind the door, and the fairy was very indifferent.

Gu Junyi drank a table of wine tonight, already drunk, knocked on the door again, and shouted cheerfully: "Fairy, open the door to send the marriage!"

Chu Zhaoliu watched from the sidelines: "Brother, it's you who should go to the Spiritual Domain."

There was no movement in the private room, Gu Junyi was focused on finding a marriage for the younger junior brother, and he refused to let go: "Fairy, your future wishful husband is outside!"

It is no longer possible to watch the show, Chu Zhaoliu quickly stopped the drunkard's hooliganism: "Gu Junyi!"

The door in front of him suddenly creaked open.

There was a sudden darkness in front of the eyes, and the people behind the door looked down from above.

She is indeed a "beauty" with excellent temperament.

Eyebrows are sparse, clear like the moon, a pair of peach blossom eyes hooked inside and out, but clear and unfeeling, between the sleeves like rolling snow, the icy breath of the first snow is faintly blowing, like the cold moonlight , Qinggui unparalleled.

He looked at the two people who were stunned by the door, and slowly opened his mouth: "Fairy?"

Gu Junyi: "..."

Him: "Marriage?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

He paused for a moment: "Ruyi Langjun?"

Two people: "..."

Xie Ming's gaze dropped slightly.

A red thread extended from Chu Zhaoliu's wrist, drilled into his sleeve, and tied it tightly around his wrist.

Xie Ming slightly raised his wrist, and said in a calm tone, "What is this?"

Chu Zhaoliu was furious in his heart, and turned his head to see—there was no second senior brother beside him, but Gu Junyi ran away without saying a word!

Fuck Gu Junyi, do you want this marriage for you?

The author has something to say:

I didn't lie to you, she is a stunning beauty.