Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Judging from the results of Gu Junyi's search for Yuheng's soul, since Quexinluo came out of the gate, Yuheng has gone all the way and hid in the sub-rudder of Luanxia City. Xinluo went in to find the secret technique before.

The space in that secret place is folded and changed infinitely. Even if Que Xinluo had marked it before leaving, it would be difficult to find it.

Yuheng is planning that if he is unlucky enough to face Que Xinluo at that time, he will sell the person who went in with him. If he is lucky enough to get the secret technique, he will naturally not share it with others, kill others, and then hide in a deep mountain Studying and practicing in the old forest is a good idea.

According to his investigation of the secret realm, that secret realm is located on the edge of the northern border of Xizhou, and after half a month, it will be opened when the spiritual power of heaven and earth converges and dawn breaks.

It was no secret that Que Xinluo had left the customs, and what followed was the news that Que Xinluo succeeded in breaking through by relying on the ancient secretary.

When the three of them were heading north, Chu Zhaoliu dug out the communication stone by the way, looked in the Lingtong domain, and found that there were quite a few people discussing this matter.

【Old Ghost Que is really out! 】

[Pinch your fingers and count, the world is bound to be in chaos. A hundred years ago, Xie Mo was unable to defeat Que Xinluo. Now that Que Xinluo has comprehended the ancient secret method and left the customs, wouldn't it be the end?]

【You haven't made any progress for a hundred years, so can it be that Sect Master Xie hasn't made any progress?Don’t forget, a hundred years ago, Sect Master Xie was the one who could stand alone against the three demon kings]

[It's still too late to go to the northern border of Xizhou, is there any fellow daoists to form a team to go? 】

[Are you looking for death? 】

There are quite a few monks who are ready to join in the fun.

That is the secret method that can allow an old monster like Que Xinluo to successfully break through the bottleneck and increase his skill life by an inch!

Chu Zhaoliu looked around and didn't make any big comments.

Life and death are fateful, good and bad depend on each other, and the fate of others has nothing to do with him.

Gu Junyi spends more and more time staring at a certain void in a daze. Even if he is in samadhi, some past events will always emerge restlessly.

That was the bank of the Linghe River a hundred years ago.

Early spring is cold, it is already noon, but the cold wind is still blowing.

The cold wind is blowing, but it can't blow away the white mist on the Linghe River. The surface of this river is shrouded in a layer of mist all year round. Across this river, the opposite is Xizhou.

This is an important place, not only because the demon clan will attack from here, but also to beware of the demon cultivator-although the demon cultivator and Zhengdao have joined forces in name, treachery is commonplace for the demon clan.

"Senior Brother Gu, I didn't expect you to lead the team here in person!"

The disciples of the Fuyue Sect guarding this area came up to them in surprise and joy, and shouted joyfully: "That's great, the people from Moxiu's side are always yin and yang, and these days we are so aggrieved, you are here!" We can vent our anger!"

Gu Junyi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I don't usually see you thinking about me that much. Who is there at the Demon Sect?"

"The young sect master of Huajian Sect is called Lu Tingxue," several Fuyue Sect disciples mentioned this name, and their faces were a little bitter. "Brother, you must be careful, he is good at playing, and the magic music can confuse people, and it is impossible to guard against..."

A group of young disciples surrounded him, chirping like baby birds.

Gu Junyi's groping and patting managed to appease the excited juniors and sisters, and he walked around the camp, but he didn't see the legendary young master of the Huajian Sect.

It seems to be leading a team on a tour.

And it looks good.

Gu Junyi thought casually, at least he could still put on a show.

That night, news of Chu Wen's injury came from the front line.

To Gu Junyi, Chu Wen is a confidant and a benefactor.

When he was a teenager, Gu Junyi admired the prosperity of Yanxia, ​​and followed the opera troupe to Yanxia. He heard that there was a fairy family sect accepting disciples, and he gave out a hundred spiritual stones every month. If he didn't want to, he directly signed up and joined the Fuyue Sect.

It's a pity that although he has good bones, he started too late and was only accepted as an outer disciple.

He was born with a sword obsession, once he saw sword moves, he would never forget them, and he could disassemble each move completely, so he often went to the martial arts arena to watch people fight each other, and then went to the back mountain to ponder and practice.

Day after day, it happened to be noticed by Chu Wen passing by.

Chu Wen saw his talent at a glance, was very pleasantly surprised, and recommended him to Fuyue Xianzun.

Gu Junyi's respect and gratitude to the senior elder brother is sometimes even more than that of Fuyue Immortal Venerable who often sees the dragon but never sees the tail.

After all, the Immortal Venerable has been famous for a long time, and he is about the same generation as Que Xinluo, the ancestor of the Demon Sect. It is impossible to personally teach his disciples to draw Qi into the body. Most of the time he is in retreat, and Chu Wen is the one who guides his practice.

Jian and Fuyuezong.

Chu Wen and Chu Zhaoliu.

This is one of Gu Junyi's few concerns.

He was restless in the center of the tent, unable to settle down, so he simply left the tent to find a quiet place to practice his sword.

On the night of the full moon, the moonlight is vast, and the Linghe River, which is still foggy all the year round, looks like a fairyland. The apricot groves on the bank are in full bloom, like snow.

Holding the sword, Gu Junyi gradually moved away from the camp and walked slowly into the apricot forest.

Suddenly, Qingyue's jade flute sounded in his ears.

Gu Junyi looked up, under the bright moon, on the branch of the apricot tree, there was a young man sitting on the branch, playing the flute, covered with a gauze dress as blue as water, he looked like a fairy at first glance.

The other party also noticed him, but he just glanced at him and didn't stop playing.

Standing in the apricot rain, Gu Junyi looked up at him, lost his mind for a moment, and then remembered the reminders from his brothers and sisters during the day.

Sure enough, it is the magic sound that confuses people, and it is impossible to guard against it.

The bonfire is dancing, and the night is dark.

Gu Junyi woke up from the trance, lost his mind for a moment, and then noticed that Chu Zhaoliu was sitting opposite him with his chin resting, staring at him quietly.

Gu Junyi was still immersed in that dream, his expression was still dazed, and Chu Zhaoliu squinted his eyes, showing an intriguing expression: "Senior brother has been out of his mind recently, aren't you going to tell me a story?"

There was also a small jar of wine beside the fire, warming it carelessly.

Gu Junyi stretched out his hand, and slowly hugged the wine jar: "What's so good about my story?"

Chu Zhaoliu nodded in agreement: "Indeed, what other story is more fascinating than the love triangle between you, Moxiu and the big brother in the storybook."

"puff."

Thunder rolled over Gu Junyi's head, and he almost choked: "Junior brother, stop looking at those messy things!"

Chu Zhaoliu said: "To tell you the truth, I have been studying for the past few days, and I can already recite it fluently. I have to say, the writing is really touching and heart-wrenching..."

Gu Junyi wiped the wine stains from his mouth, and decided to strike later: "Wait a minute! Where is your suzerain Xie?"

As expected, Chu Zhaoliu fell silent, and asked inexplicably, "Why do you belong to my family?"

Gu Junyi thought for a while, and decided to be aggressive: "Little brother, do you still remember the ancient fairy art I gave you?"

"Unforgettable without teeth." Chu Zhaoliu's tone became cold, "It's okay if you don't mention it, but once I mention it, I want to kick you again."

Gu Junyi shook his index finger inscrutablely: "Do you think senior brother is coaxing you, talking nonsense? No, no, the reason why the red line appeared is because you had a relationship with Xie Ming, or It was the previous life, the fate has not been broken, so in this life..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of stepping on the snow gradually approached.

Chu Zhaoliu's scalp exploded, and he flew over to cover his mouth: "Good brother, even wine can't stop your mouth!"

Gu Junyi struggled: "Ugh!"

Listen to me!

The familiar sound of footsteps was steady and calm, and as they got closer and closer, Chu Zhaoliu was not at all at ease with his fearless second senior brother, so he leaned into his ear and lowered his voice to warn: "Senior brother, don't you mention that one again?" One word about the red thread, and I'll tie you up in a teahouse and listen to your words for a whole day and night!"

Gu Junyi: "..."

have been threatened.

Among the green pines and green pines, the snow is covered, and the slender figure in the depths of the woods also comes into view.

As we traveled northward, the weather became colder, and there was a lot of goose feather snow, and there was also a thick layer of snow on the ground, and the deep place could not reach the knees.

Chirping Bird saw snow for the first time in his life. He was very ignorant, flapping his wings excitedly, as if swimming in the snow.

Xie Ming carried three fish in his hand and followed slowly.

The snow was too deep, the little guy was swimming, and suddenly disappeared, Xie Ming bent down, picked up with two fingers, took out a fluffy little yellow dumpling, and flicked the snow on his head with lowered eyes: "Enough is enough!" ?”

Chu Zhaoliu looked at it, and suddenly felt that Xie Ming seemed... quite suitable for raising children.

Although he has an inhuman and cold face, Jiujiu is so up and down, and he has never been impatient or frowning. On the contrary, he will patiently feed the medicine and tuck the fluffy bird under the quilt. Just tease it when you are free, there is a strange sense of contrast.

Even a little spoiled.

Otherwise, this guy wouldn't be able to fly until now, and the world depends on him.

Gu Junyi's expression was completely opposite to that of Chu Zhaoliu's, as if he had seen a ghost, his hands holding the wine jar almost loosened, and he asked in disbelief, "What is Xie Ming holding? Am I dazzled?"

Chu Zhaoliu shook his fan leisurely: "Suddenly I wanted to eat fish, and Sect Master Xie also wanted to eat, so I went to catch it."

Gu Junyi hesitated to speak.

Junior brother... What Sect Master Xie wants to eat may not necessarily be fish.

Chu Zhaoliu drew a circle on the ground, and drew a scribbled formation to block the severe cold outside, the warmth melted away, and the ice and snow disappeared.

Xie Ming stepped into the circle, saw Chu Zhaoliu squeezed together with Gu Junyi, paused for a while, and sat opposite, his eyes were as light as snow water: "Come here."

Before Gu Junyi could speak, Chu Zhaoliu strolled over obediently, watching curiously that Xie Mo spread spices on the three fishes and grilled them on skewers, his eyes sparkled: "Oh? I can't tell, Sect Master Xie still knows this ah."

Xie Ming gave a deep "hmm".

Gu Junyi felt that he was too much, so he moved forward dissatisfied: "Three fish, and mine?"

"For Jiujiu."

Gu Junyi choked: "All birds have fish, but I don't?"

"Want to eat?" Xie Ming looked at him calmly, "Catch it yourself."

Xie Ming and Gu Junyi were not like this in the past, weren't they all kind?

Chu Zhaoliu really couldn't figure out which of these two people sang, he was too lazy to fight, and turned his head to look for Jiujiu.

Gu Junyi looked at the careless Chu Zhaoliu, feeling even more annoyed.

The little junior brother was so good in the past, he only clinged to him and Chu Wen, but now he doesn't even look at him as a senior brother!

Although it was a destined marriage, the younger junior brother was obviously led to the wrong!

Xie Ming glanced at Gu Junyi blankly.

Chu Zhaoliu is an aristocratic son, who can have a cheap and swishing mouth, which is obviously a black man who is close to ink, and Gu Junyi has really contributed a lot.

The atmosphere between the two of them was quite sharp.

Chu Zhaoliu had nothing to do with himself, and moved his butt to the side: "If you want to be beaten, please go outside—cheap son, what are you doing?"

Sneaking out, the Chirping Bird with half of its claws out trembled. It looked at the snow outside, then at Chu Zhaoliu, at Chu Zhaoliu, and at the snow outside, and fell into a difficult decision.

It was the first time for Chu Zhaoliu to discover that the expression of a bird can be so rich, and he couldn't help but smile with his eyes bent: "Just want to play with the snow that much? It's useless."

As he said so, he walked out of the range of the formation and grabbed a handful of snow.

His hands are exceptionally dexterous, he squeezed out a lifelike little snowman in three or two strokes, turned out two black pearls for eyes, and found broken gemstones for nose and mouth. , opened his mouth and spit out a spiritual breath: "Wake up!"

The little snowman "woke up" in his palm, and clambered along his arm to his shoulder.

Jiujiu's eyes lit up: "Jiujiu!!!"

Great!Another powerful mother chirp!

Chu Zhaoliu bent down, and the little snowman jumped off his shoulders, shyly leaning towards Jiujiu's side.

Jiujiu suddenly stopped wanting the snow outside, and excitedly played with the little snowman.

Turning his head and bumping into Xie Ming's unrecognizable eyes, Chu Zhaoliu blinked slyly: "Why, am I good at coaxing people...ah no, coaxing birds."

There was no emotion in Xie Ming's voice: "Excellent skills, familiar with the way. Do you often do this?"

Chu Zhaoliu was about to veto without hesitation, but suddenly a few extremely blurred pictures flashed in his mind.

It seemed that he had coaxed someone like this on a certain snowy day.

But just now he just had an idea?

After such a hesitation, Xie Ming's face paled, he turned his head and stopped looking at him.

Xie Ming breathed out silently.

Recently, it became more and more difficult for him to restrain his emotional changes because of Chu Zhaoliu.

Just like in the case of Gu Junyi.

In fact, he didn't mind Chu Zhaoliu's outspokenness.

When Chu Zhaoliu went to Fuyue Mountain at the age of 15, it was only a year after his spiritual pulse was severed. The time passed by at the flick of a finger was probably the most difficult for him. Dan can no longer use his spiritual power as he pleases, and anyone would be depressed.

But when he went to Fuyue Mountain later, Chu Zhaoliu was already much better, and he was no longer depressed. Gu Junyi's enlightenment should be indispensable for this. To a certain extent, he should be grateful to Gu Junyi.

What really displeased him was a certain dark and narrow place in his heart, which even he himself felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Chu Zhaoliu and Gu Junyi are too close.

Gu Junyi even participated in some of his character formation.

The voice in his head disappeared after he realized that the scene with Chu Zhaoliu in the secret realm of confusing demons a few months ago was probably not a false dream.

Did it really disappear, or did the despicable darkness that he didn't want to admit silently blend into his mind?

Xie Ming closed his eyes and was about to forcefully enter the meditation state. When he checked the sea of ​​consciousness again, something cold suddenly came to his face.

He paused for a moment, opened his eyes, and just met the pair of star-like pupils that were close at hand, with a smile inside: "Why are you losing your temper?"

A little snowman with a more delicate pinch and clear features came closer to the cheek.

"Although the skills are not superb, and he is not familiar with the way." Chu Zhaoliu's lips curled up, "But have you been coaxed, Master Jianzun?"

The author has something to say:

Chu Zhaoliu: It's really hard to coax.

(Watching the excitement) Gu Junyi: It's so coaxing.