Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Chu Zhaoliu fell into a deep suffocation again.

However, the second senior brother who brought him to this situation coolly dismissed him as a scapegoat and fled long ago.

Seeing that Chu Zhaoliu, who was usually eloquent, went dumb for a while, Xie Ming tapped the table with his fingertips, and then slowly opened his mouth again: "Are you going to Suyang?"

Chu Zhaoliu slumped and couldn't find the place for a while, so he said with a stinky face, "Yes."

"Eldest brother will not allow it."

Chu Zhaoliu has a serious illness in his body, if he wants to go far away, the elder brother must worry like an old father who has grown old, and he will check and order everything from beginning to end, from top to bottom, and if he is free, he will simply take care of each other Left and right, lest the little brother made of glass be smashed by the wind from outside.

However, since the master retreated ten years ago and temporarily handed over the position of suzerain to the elder brother, there have been many complicated things. Shen, let Chu Zhaoliu slip out by himself half a month ago, and something happened, he was so scared that he took three heart-protecting pills, how could he let Chu Zhaoliu go away now.

As soon as Chu Zhaoliu thought about what the elder brother would be talking about, his head began to ache, and he gave him a strange look: "So of course I have to sneak away before the elder brother knows."

Xie Ming held up the cup and smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Unfortunately, when I saw you and Gu Junyi when I entered Feihualou, I already sent a sound transmission to my senior brother, telling him that you might have to travel a long way."

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't believe it: "Sect Master Xie, how dare I ask you Gui Geng?"

For a dignified elder of the Fuyue Sect, it is outrageous to have to look at the face of his parents when he goes out.

What's even more outrageous is that the majestic head of the Luming Sect and the current Sword Master secretly sued his parents!

Xie Ming seemed to have never heard of it, and took out a sound transmission talisman from his sleeve, and tapped it lightly with his fingertips.

The familiar elegant voice sounded, and a brilliant speech was intercepted: "In that case, I will ask Ah Ming to take care of my junior brother during this trip."

Xie Ming summed up the facts calmly: "Brother handed you over to me."

Chu Zhaoliu took a step back in horror, staring at the sound transmission talisman as if he had seen a ghost.

He is proficient in talismans, so of course he can see that this sound transmission talisman is not a fake.

Brother, what are you doing!Do you know who you handed me over to!

You are pushing your little junior into the fire pit!

He pondered for a moment, then said "I don't" coldly, turned around and ran for the door.

Of course, before he ran out of the restaurant, he almost bumped his head into Xie Ming's arms.

Xie Ming held Chu Zhaoliu by the back collar, and said calmly: "Brother also said, if you want to act alone, I will tie you up and take you back to Fuyue Mountain."

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly smoked in his seven orifices, hehe laughed: "Master Jianzun, you are really a good boy who listens to your brother."

Xie Ming raised an eyebrow, but did not answer.

In today's world, the only thing Xie Ming can listen to is the elder brother's words.

Chu Zhaoliu secretly rolled his eyes.

In these years, Xie Ming has always sent people to invite Chu Wen to go to Lihai, in name to discuss the Tao, tsk——could it be the Tao?Can the drunken man's intention lie in wine?

Forget it.

Chu Zhaoliu slapped the fans in despair, he was really curious why Xie Ming went to Suyang half a month ago, how he bumped into him, and what happened between him and Xie Ming.

"Let go," Chu Zhaoliu cast a malicious glance at Xie Ming, "Since you insist on following, I can't guarantee what happens on the way."

Xie Ming let go of his hand naturally, and noticed the red line between them and the tassel earring on Xie Ming's left ear.

They are all red, swaying slowly with the movement, burning their eyes.

Xie Mo lowered his gaze, watched Chu Zhaoliu walk briskly out of Feihualou, and asked, "How are you planning to go to Suyang?"

"Take a step back."

Chu Zhaoliu shook his head decisively: "Too tired."

"The sword."

Chu Zhaoliu still vetoed: "More tired!"

Xie Ming finally raised his gaze again, and looked at him with eyes as clear as glass, with the words "Why haven't you died of exhaustion after living till now" clearly written in his eyes.

The night was already dark, but the city protected by the Fuyue Sect was still bustling and bustling. There were lights and shadows along both sides of the river, and there were endless cruise ships.

There are willows on the bank of the river, and the river lights under the stone bridge are like stars. Chu Zhaoliu followed the crowd to the bridge, the bad water in his stomach flowed out together with the river, looked down, smiled, and suddenly turned his head and yelled : "Thank you three!"

Xie Ming followed, but before he could say anything, his wrist was grabbed.

A huge force pulled him, and he was caught off guard and fell down hard under the bridge!

A white light flickered in front of his eyes, and his body lightened suddenly.

Xie Mingbo closed his eyes calmly, and when he opened them, the scene in front of him had changed.

A few breaths ago it was still a bustling city, but now it is in an unknown barren mountain, the lone moon hangs high in the sky, at what time is the star, the surrounding trees are full of shadows, and the strong night wind blows through the forest.

Chu Zhaoliu's face was smug and sly, and he raised his face recklessly and approached him. Seeing that he was not fluctuating, he clicked softly: "I can't be scared by this? You can't just cast a curse to keep a certain expression, right?"

His face was pale, but under the moonlight, his face looked extremely beautiful, almost aggressively beautiful.

Xie Ming didn't move, but turned his head to avoid it, and spit out two words: "Childish."

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly felt bored, and retracted in a waned mood. A piece of golden talisman paper on his fingertips had been burned to the bottom, and it was blown by the wind gently, and it was wiped out.

It's an extremely precious thousand-mile teleportation talisman, and it's put in the auction house, and it starts with [-] spirit stones.

Chu Zhaoliu rubbed his fingers casually: "The only difference between talking to you and playing the piano with your opponent is that you don't have horns on your head—where is this?"

Xie Ming withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, and said indifferently: "I don't have horns on my head, at least it's better than you don't have a clue in your heart. Shouldn't I ask you about this?"

The teleportation talisman only guarantees a certain distance, but it does not guarantee that it can be sent there.

Chu Zhaoliu reckoned that the two of them should have arrived in Suyang, but where they are in Suyang has yet to be verified.

After all, the teleportation talisman is usually used to save lives. It is thankful that it can be teleported thousands of miles away from the enemy in an instant. It is purely a dream to pinpoint the location.

As for the unusual situation, it only refers to Chu Zhaoliu, a prodigal son, who uses a teleportation talisman to travel.

Chu Zhaoliu was very worthy of defeat, and shook his fan without any shame: "Where is it, just take a few steps and you'll know."

It was cold and quiet in the autumn night, but this barren mountain was surprisingly quiet. Within a few words between the two of them, the night fog had already filled the air, and the moonlight was also obscured.

The surrounding tree shadows were blown up and down by the wind, like ghosts with teeth and claws.

Chu Zhaoliu paused, and smiled: "Interesting. Master Jianzun, let's go, there is something in front that wants our lives."

As soon as he landed, he encountered a desperate person. Which monster had no eyes and bumped into the body of the killing god.

Xie Ming unobtrusively put Chu Zhaoliu into the sanctuary—although he didn't think it was necessary for the degree of danger here.

Chu Zhaoliu observed the red line between the two while walking, and watched with satisfaction as it became shallower and closer to nothing.

After walking a few steps, he couldn't help coughing twice again, refusing to rest his mouth: "Anyway, idle is idle, why don't we exchange secrets?"

Xie Ming's sleeves were like snow, and his face was calm: "Idle?"

Chu Zhaoliu turned a deaf ear and asked with a smile: "What I want to know is very simple, why did you come to Suyang before?"

Hundreds of years ago, Suyang was quite prosperous, but now it is vast and desolate, it is no longer a coincidence that he and Xie Ming will bump into each other.

But with Xie Ming's temper, he probably wouldn't respond.

Chu Zhaoliu rubbed his chin, thinking about how to pry Xie Ming's mouth open, when his thin voice drifted into his ears along the wind: "I received a letter."

letter?

Chu Zhaoliu's temples twitched, and the smile on his face faded.

Xie Ming nodded slowly: "As expected, you also received it."

Chu Zhaoliu glanced at him sideways, and was about to ask him about the contents of the letter he had received, when a faint cry came from the depths of the night fog in front of him.

In the middle of the night, in the deep mountains and old forests, it was quite an inappropriate time to cry.

Chu Zhaoliu sighed, and waved his hands: "Forget it, it's not that busy. We'll talk about it later, let's see if the mourners are people or ghosts, it's giving me a headache."

The mist on the mountain is like a living thing, flowing and deliberately bringing them here.

There is a thick fog all around, and only the direction of the cry can see a way.

After crossing a dead tree, the white mist in front of my eyes dissipated, and the scene ahead fell into my eyes——

It is a mountain platform.

Unexpectedly, those who sat around crying were not monsters, but a few mortals carrying bamboo baskets, wearing plain to crude shorts, and their trouser legs were covered with mud marks.

Chu Zhaoliu was slightly stunned, and put down the fan he raised.

Seeing two young men with extraordinary temperament coming out of the night mist, they secretly looked over in surprise, their sobs gradually became quieter, but they didn't make a sound, and hugged each other tightly in horror, their faces Full of vigilance.

Only mortals really.

Chu Zhaoliu thought for a while, then glanced at Xie Ming, who was like a mountain of snow beside him, suddenly realized, shook his fan, and walked forward suavely: "Look at your expression of bitterness and hatred coming to collect debts, look at my face. .”

His eyes fell on the old man surrounded by everyone, and he showed a kind smile: "Hi old man, we are..."

The old man who was called out trembled and screamed: "The fox, the vixen is coming to eat people!"

The vixen is good at using the beautiful shell to lure passers-by and suck the essence.

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

There was a faint sneer in his ear.

Chu Zhaoliu touched his face, and said seriously, "Thank you old man for affirming my beauty, but unfortunately, I have been a human being since I was born."

"How can anyone say that they are human..."

Chu Zhaoliu was as good as he was, and admitted in reverse: "Then I am a demon."

The old man's face was pale, trembling: "You really are a demon!"

Chu Zhaoliu was speechless for a moment, then resolutely shifted his target, looked at the little girl next to the old man, showing a smile like a spring breeze, and asked in a gentle voice, "Little girl, who are you?"

He was very good-looking, and when he smiled, the peach blossoms brushed the spring water, and he was a little pale. The little girl's cheeks flushed, confused by the color, and whispered: "I, we are the herbal pickers at the foot of the mountain. medicine……"

This mountain has a weak spiritual vein, and it will indeed give birth to elixir.

Chu Zhaoliu nodded: "Are you trapped by the demon fog and can't go down the mountain?"

"...Yes," the middle-aged man next to him shrank and said shyly, "We have been trapped here for a long time."

Chu Zhaoliu smiled brightly: "This person and I are practitioners of Taoism, so we can escort a few of you down the mountain."

Xie Ming watched coldly and did not intervene in the conversation.

However, the herb pickers didn't seem overly happy when they heard that some cultivators had rescued them.

The middle-aged man licked his dry and cracked lips, and carefully looked at Chu Zhaoliu: "My uncle's foot is hurt a little, I wonder if this immortal can help him..."

Chu Zhaoliu stepped forward happily: "Of course."

As Chu Zhaoliu approached, several herbal pickers seemed to be trembling.

The little girl who answered him just now had trembling lips, staring at Chu Zhaoliu, her face getting paler and paler.

Xie Ming's voice suddenly floated from behind: "I am very puzzled about one thing."

Chu Zhaoliu's footsteps stopped.

Xie Ming said lightly: "Since you are a herb picker, you only have a foot injury, what about the medicine you picked?"

The little girl's sharp voice pierced the night sky at the same time: "Run!"

Almost at the same instant, a black shadow flew out of the bamboo basket on the back of a herbal picker, like an arrow, flying towards Chu Zhaoliu's face!

At the critical juncture, Chu Zhaoliu's face remained unchanged, and the fan in his hand "slapped", and with a crackling sound, a faint mist of blood filled the air.

A head fell to the ground with a plop.

A few herbal pickers suddenly became a mess, screaming "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As soon as they moved, several black shadows flew out of their respective bamboo baskets, biting the nearest person fiercely.

Chu Zhaoliu was not worried about the situation, he lifted the head on the ground with the tip of his toes to have a look, the green face and long fangs, it was a human face, but not a human face.

With a glance, the matter is over.

The monster hiding in the bamboo basket was decapitated the moment it flew out.

The monster mist around him began to dissipate, and the cool moonlight penetrated the mist again and poured on the ground.

Under the shadow of the tree, Xie Ming stood there undisturbed, his sleeves fluttering, like a piece of snowflakes that had just fallen, and the snow-white sword energy gathered.

It seemed that he hated those monsters, he didn't even pull out his sword, he just flicked his fingers slightly, turning into sword energy.

Chu Zhaoliu squatted on the ground, observed this head for a moment, felt that it should be admired together, glanced at the noble and distinguished Lord Jianzun, and shouted: "Thank you!"

Xie Ming turned a deaf ear, lifted his thin eyelids, and looked at a group of people who were still in shock and collapsed on the ground.

The heel of the shoe was suddenly touched lightly by something.

He lowered his head and met a pair of protruding black eyes.

The head of the person at his feet stared at him intently.

It was a face with a rather lopsided growth and development, its eyes, ears, mouth and nose were crooked, distorted like a reflection in water, and there was still a ferocious smile on the face, the corners of the mouth were opened to the base of the ears, and there were black fangs all over the mouth.

It is so ugly that it hinders the appearance of the mountain.

Not far away, a leisurely voice came along with the wind: "I have a good gift for you."

Xie Ming raised his foot and stepped over with a blank face, and the good things behind him exploded with a bang, torn apart.

Chu Zhaoliu patted his head, and smiled quite awkwardly.

The one Xie Ming wanted to blow up was probably this one.

Hey, it won't blow up.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Chu: If you love him, you must give him the best.

Xie Ming: I don't want to love anymore.