Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Chu Zhaoliu really couldn't understand.

This group of folk creators, it's fine if they catch Fuyuezong, why do they have to associate him with Xie Ming!

Xie Ming was speechless for a few moments, took a sip of tea, and then calmly opened his voice: "Are these scripts popular among the people?"

He is not as friendly as Chu Zhaoliu, his appearance is like snow, and he is as clear as the moon. The clerk secretly looked at him and said with a smile: "Yes, he is very popular! I used to talk about these stories, and almost all the seats were filled, but it's a pity that they all came to Bai." Whoring, hey. As for why they are popular, after all, Fuyue Sect and Luming Sect are tied for the largest sect in the world. They are well-known. Everyone knows it and is willing to listen to it. If it is a small sect, who cares. But the two Don't worry, guest officer, we have a moral bottom line, you see, we won't make up any fairy or bad guy's maiden name."

Chu Zhaoliu was eye-opening: "So you all know it's choreography."

Xie Ming was noncommittal: "So you still have a bottom line."

Guy: "Hey."

Chu Zhaoliu endured it, but he couldn't hold it back anymore, and asked modestly, "Can I ask you why there are always those couples?"

When it comes to the fields he knows, the guy is quite confident, and he talks eloquently: "The script of Lalang is also very particular. For example, the gentleman Jian Chuwen and the Xiaoyao sword Gu Junyi are brothers from the same school. They are childhood sweethearts with similar interests. When Gu Junyi defected to the sect decades ago, he fought with Chu Wen and never came back, but Chu Wen publicly stated that "No matter what, Gu Junyi will always be a member of the Fuyue clan". It is said that Gu Junyi Chu Wen has not been willing to take off the wind chimes that Jun Yi personally hung on the Wind Watching Pavilion, so there are many stories to be explored in it."

Chu Zhaoliu was dumbfounded.

The Wangfeng Pavilion is the place where the brothers and sisters enjoy viewing flowers. When the peach blossoms are in full bloom in spring, this pavilion is the best spot to view flowers. The pink and white, with appropriate shades, is really beautiful.

But the wind chime on the Windwatching Pavilion was clearly hung by their brothers and sisters together, so how could it be a witness of Chu Wen's unforgettable old love!

"Another example is Sword Master Xie Ming and Fuyue Sect Elder Chu Zhaoliu."

The clerk shook his head, lost himself in his speech, and regretted missing Chu Zhaoliu's wonderful expression: "One is a genius, the other is a waste, and the two have been brothers for several years, and I heard that the relationship is not good. According to the gossip, that Chu Zhaoliu The elder is still as handsome as a peach blossom, and there are too many stories that can be extended. This kind of tugging relationship, the readers can't put it down, and the audience is fascinated, how can it be unpopular?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

worship.

"Don't believe me, you two guest officers," the assistant pulled out from the state of ecstasy. Seeing the delicate expressions of the two, he patted his chest and assured, "These stories are not only loved by us folks, but also by some immortal masters. I used to be in Yanxia Over there to learn from a teacher, I heard from my master that Sword Master Xie Ming's words are the most popular, every shop is full, and there are many famous immortal masters who come here admiringly, I listened with gusto!"

"Oh?" Xie Ming's tone was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, "What famous monks have gone to listen."

The buddy is very reliable, counting out a few names with his fingers: "There are the masters of the Donglin Gate, the masters of the Luhua faction, the masters of the Qinghong Palace, and the masters of the God Medicine Valley..."

Xie Ming nodded: "Thank you."

Although Xie Ming's voice could not hear any emotion, the slightly trembling Minghong sword could well explain the master's emotions.

Chu Zhaoliu laughed wildly in his heart, and casually took a sip of tea.

Looks like someone is going to be unlucky.

After a while, it will be the sword-questioning conference. This year's sword-questioning conference will be held in Luming Sect. Maybe the above-mentioned few will be beaten up for stepping into the sea with their left foot.

After chatting for a while, the dusk gradually passed, and the sky became dark and gloomy. Looking out of the window, the street was already empty.

The food from the back kitchen has also arrived.

But as soon as he lifted the chopsticks, Chu Zhaoliu smelled a smell, and put them down again in distress.

There was no business in the inn, so the clerk was waiting by the side. Seeing him not moving, he quickly asked, "What's the matter, officer?"

Xie Ming rubbed the teacup with his fingertips. He held a sword all the year round. His hands were slender and powerful, with graceful lines and lustrous like jade. The teacup was delicately covered with a layer of white glaze, which was smooth and transparent, but it was also eclipsed by it.

He said lightly: "He doesn't eat pepper, green onion and ginger."

The guy turned pale with shock, and apologized again and again: "Young one, tell the kitchen to redo it!"

Chu Zhaoliu didn't react for a while, and looked at Xie Ming in shock.

How does Xie Ming know that he doesn't eat these?

Could it be what the elder brother said?

Eldest brother has already gone into such details that he has to explain this kind of thing?

He was stunned for a while, then turned his lips towards the clerk, and said with a pleasant expression, "No, I forgot to tell you my taboo."

Xie Ming said nonchalantly: "Then you may have to write a brochure for him."

Chu Zhaoliu narrowed his eyes: "Oh? Xie San, I don't know, when did you know me so well?"

In the years when they were in the same school, their friendship was not very pleasant, and they were not interested in understanding each other.

Xie Ming was noncommittal.

Although no one touched the dishes on the table, Chu Zhaoliu generously gave the money. When he went upstairs to his room to rest, the sky had completely darkened.

He opened the window and looked out. The doors and windows of the surrounding residents were closed tightly. The sky was not only dark, but also gloomy. There was a faint turmoil in the distance, and the whole city fell into a deathly emptiness.

Turning around, Xie Ming was sitting at the tea table in front of the screen, also looking out the window.

Chu Zhaoliu was not surprised: "Are you going out to explore tonight?"

Xie Ming shook his head: "No need, the monks in Bicheng will be back soon."

This evil spirit hasn't reached the point where it can threaten Yicheng's life, so they don't need to take action.

But just a faint evil can affect it like this, and I don't know what's going on at the source. The monk who protected the city hasn't returned yet, probably because he wants to trace the source.

Moreover, Chu Zhaoliu needs to rest.

Xie Ming glanced at him—the night was filled, the lamps at the corner of the eaves were blown up and down by the wind, and the light lines were messy. His originally pale face was now even more transparent, like a paper butterfly that vanished with the wind. Dressed in dim light, the thin shoulder and neck lines are outlined, exuding a sense of thinness and fragility.

He breathed out silently.

Only by Chu Zhaoliu's side can the voice in his head stop.

Xie Ming was distracted for a while, and Chu Zhaoliu had already come over and sat down: "Sect Master Xie, do you still remember what we didn't finish talking about before?"

Xie Ming seldom let people approach him so preoccupied and defenseless. He raised his eyes to look at him, maybe because the night was spreading, Qing Ling's eyes were not as cold and sharp as usual.

He tapped the table with his fingertips: "Letter."

The two of them came to Suyang because they received a letter at the same time, where they went and what happened in between, Chu Zhaoliu guessed that Xie Ming didn't remember it either.

"That letter turned into ashes when it arrived in Suyang," Chu Zhaoliu confessed frankly, "When I had an accident, my parents also disappeared together. I have been looking for them for years, and the letter said that there are traces of my parents in Suyang."

Even though he knew there might be fraud, he still left the mountain immediately.

Xie Ming hummed, and after a moment of silence, his voice was cold and cold: "The matter of the Luming School being slaughtered by the Yaozu, there is someone behind the command."

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned by the amount of information in one sentence.

Xie Ming lowered his eyes and looked indifferent: "That man is wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat. In the battle 100 years ago, I didn't see this man in the Yaozu, and I haven't met him in these years."

Chu Zhaoliu noticed the key words sensitively: "Is it a human?"

Xie Ming nodded, his tone was affirmative: "It's a human being."

People who command the demon clan.

When the Luming Sect was slaughtered, the situation of the human and demon races was different from what it is now. The demon king was either killed or sealed. Humans were strong and demons were weak. At that time, the momentum of the demon race was overwhelming that of the human race.

The Luming Sect, one of the four major sects, can be slaughtered. Not only are there many monster clans dispatched, but they are also the strongest part.

Can someone actually command those monster races?

Chu Zhaoliu was thoughtful: "So the letter you received was written about that person. It's really strange. Not many people know about these things. Who knows us so well?"

He shook his fan and asked with a smile, "Sect Master Xie, do you have any ideas or candidates?"

He smiled like peach blossoms, it was too eye-catching, Xie Ming calmly looked away: "If you want to know what's going on, you'll find out after you investigate."

After finishing speaking, he got up and walked towards the door: "Rest as soon as possible, and leave tomorrow morning."

The door opened and closed with a creak, Chu Zhaoliu swallowed the half-spoken words, a little puzzled seeing him walking in a hurry.

He didn't close his eyes to rest, nor did he meditate to recover his spiritual power, but lay down on the bed with all his clothes on, and leisurely opened the Spiritual Domain.

The Lingtong Domain was as lively as ever, and there were many new replies to the post he had posted earlier on the big-headed doll. Chu Zhaoliu went in to take a look, and unexpectedly saw an old acquaintance.

[Tan Yuan: According to the humble opinion of the poor monk, this should be a puppet of resentment, born of resentment, the heavier the resentment, the greater the number, and it will never die. If there are too many, it will be a big trouble, and it has been rare in recent years.Where was the donor seen? 】

Most of the people in Lingtongyu were anonymous, and suddenly a famous person appeared, and everyone was excited immediately.

[Front row worship Buddha! 】

【Oh my god, the Buddha also visits the Lingtong domain. The master also said that I love to wander around if I don’t study hard. I’m going to show him.】

[Buddha, dare to ask if you will really go to the meditation meeting held in Tianqing Mountain. If you go, I will go all the way to listen to the lecture! 】

【What's so good about a bald donkey】

[Buddha has retreated for a hundred years, and finally came out!Will Buddhas come to the sword-questioning conference? 】

Chu Zhaoliu looked at it with interest for a while, and replied to Tan Yuan: It has been resolved.

After finishing speaking, I returned to the home page and took a look at it casually.

I saw one:

[Perhaps no one knows yet, Chu Zhaoliu has formed a golden core and recovered his cultivation level]

Chu Zhaoliu said "Oh" with a rising tone, it is not difficult to guess who sent it.

It's a pity that Chu Zhaoliu's tragic situation was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, Yao Wang was very decisive, and he acted in a low-key manner, even if it was a great war a hundred years ago, he did not participate in the frontal battlefield, so few people knew about it, and everyone took it as the brain of the person who posted the post ill.

What a joke, Chu Zhao Lumenming is a well-known trash!

[Form a golden pill?Could it be that Fuyue Mountain used elixir to hang his life, and the dregs of the medicine rubbed out a golden pill in his body]

[The person who was once most expected to ascend, what a pity]

[Hahaha fellow daoists are really good at joking, if Chu Zhaoliu goes to participate in the sword-questioning meeting, I will sit in the dealership, do you dare to bet on him to win?]

[I think he is almost at the end of his life, and it is not a shame to linger on for so many years. If I were him, I would rather die than be a waste]

[If Chu Zhaoliu can reconstitute the golden core and restore his cultivation, I will swing the knife from the palace on the spot, okay?]

Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows, and his spiritual sense rushed in - speaking in the Lingtong domain will leave a mark of spiritual sense, if you say something unpleasant, and be followed and marked by someone with strong spiritual sense, the end will not be happy up.

However, there are only a few people in the cultivation world who have the ability to track the imprint of spiritual consciousness, and they usually don't have nothing to do to go around the Lingtong Domain to track down the little monks, and care about them like them.

Chu Zhaoliu was very idle.

He secretly took note of this man who spoke harshly, and replied with a smile: A cultivator of Taoism, he will do what he says. This fellow Taoist, if he doesn't keep his promise, he will be struck by lightning.

Thousands of miles away, a middle-aged monk suddenly felt cold and shivered inexplicably.

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