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The disciples knew that Ying Wuchou's health was getting weaker day by day, and they also understood that he was staying in the Tibetan Valley to wait for death. No matter how Ying Wuchou described his physical condition, they believed it unconditionally.

But the fake Ning Chengying obviously didn't believe it that much, he showed a look of "you clearly recognized it so accurately when you picked up the peanuts just now", and carefully observed Ying Wushou's eyes.

After looking at the soul for a while, it seemed as if the soul was sucked in by those amber eyes, "Ning Chengying" immediately lowered his eyes, and took another half step back, as if he was just being molested by Ying Wushou.

Reflexively moved his eyes away and backed away, "Ning Chengying" suddenly realized that as a disciple who respects Master, he shouldn't have reacted like this when he heard that Master was unwell, so he had to force himself to look at Ying Wuchou again. Showing heartache and pity, she worriedly said: "Master, your eyes..."

His actions were naturally seen by Ying Wushou.

She's still young, neither her disguise skills nor her character are mature enough, and she doesn't know how to hide her feelings.Ying Wuchou secretly analyzed the character of the fake Ning Chengying, becoming more and more curious.

The fake Ning Chengying's acting skills are so poor, where did he get the confidence to pretend to be Ning Chengying, what is his purpose, and how can he ensure that he will not be discovered?

Most importantly, isn't he afraid that the real Ning Chengying will appear?

Unless he was sure that Ning Chengying really couldn't come to see Ying Wuchou in a short time, even if Ying Wuchou found something suspicious and secretly sent a message, Ning Chengying couldn't receive the message, let alone reply.

It sounded like Ning Chengying was already dead.

When Ying Wuchou fell asleep, Ning Chengying was the only one left in the Hidden Valley. He was the only one who had time to pull flowers and plant grass. He must have made the green everywhere.

When Ying Wuchou saw the bamboo orchids all over the mountains and plains, she already had the idea of ​​teaching Ning Chengying a lesson.

If the fake Ning Chengying skinned his little apprentice and let him suffer some flesh and blood, Ying Wuchou would be grateful to the fake Ning Chengying. After all, as a master, due to his status restriction, he can't do too much.

In the past, he rarely dealt with his disciples himself. Instead, he took advantage of the different characteristics of the seven disciples and asked other disciples to act on his behalf.

The other disciples didn't have any face troubles, and they always beat their brothers to death, which made Ying Wuchou very satisfied.

But if he really killed Ning Chengying, the punishment would be a bit severe.

In the blink of an eye, Ying Wuchou's attitude towards the fake Ning Chengying changed several times, and in the end he decided to stand still and find out the opponent's purpose before deciding how to deal with this person.

At this time, the fake Ning Chengying was racking his brains to think about how to express his distress and concern for Wuchou, and his expression was particularly complicated.

Seeing that he was pretending to be difficult, Ying Wushou couldn't help feeling sorry for this man's IQ, and decided to take the initiative to help him solve the problem.

"Chengying doesn't know something. As a teacher, I rely on external objects to see things. If I lose this thing, I can't see anything." Ying Wuchou took off the pair of gels in his eyes, took the hand of "Ning Chengying", and put The gel was placed on his palm.

"Ning Chengying" saw that there was a pair of soft things in his hand, the outer ring of this object was transparent, and the middle was amber.

Looking at Ying Wushou's eyes again, they had turned dark black, dull and dull, even his reflection could not be reflected.

"Master, are you really unable to see with your eyes?" "Ning Chengying"'s voice trembled a little, this time it was no longer pretending, but really worried.

"Indeed." Ying Wushou's expression was flat, and he couldn't see anything in his eyes, but he could observe him through the gel in the palm of "Ning Chengying", but the angle of view was a bit inconvenient.

"All the disciples don't know about your blindness, you're such an idiot!" "Ning Chengying" blurted out.

After finishing speaking, he realized that what he said was wrong, and quickly made amends: "Chengying is wrong, Chengying should die."

Ying Wuchou didn't miss the loophole in his words, he thought that the fake Ning Chengying was just familiar with his seventh disciples, but he didn't expect that this person knew all his disciples.

The disciples really didn't know about his blindness.But the disciples disagree, and they don't understand each other's thoughts. How does this person know?

It is rare for Ying Wushou to become interested in something, and she wants to know the real identity and purpose of the fake Ning Chengying.

He smiled slowly and said, "Chengying doesn't need to blame himself, just help me put the gel on."

Ying Wushou scratched twice in the air, pretending that she didn't see the need for help.

"Ning Chengying" hurriedly stepped forward, carefully picked up the gel, and sent it to Ying Wuchou's eyes.

In the world that Ying Wuchou experienced, it was the first time for ordinary people to come into contact with color contact lenses, even if they were wearing them for themselves, it would be difficult to put them on, let alone help others wear them.

"Ning Chengying" was clumsy, failed to put the gel on several times, and gradually became anxious.

Ying Wushou took this opportunity to secretly cast a spell. When "Ning Chengying" tried to help Ying Wushou put on the gel again, one misaligned, and the gel fell to the ground. When he picked it up, the thing had already cracked broken.

Looking at the gel that split in two, "Ning Chengying" had a complicated expression.

"Why don't you help me put it on for my teacher?" Ying Wushou asked knowingly.

"Master..." "Ning Chengying" said with difficulty, "This apprentice is useless, I broke the gel."

He lowered his head, waiting for Ying Wushou to punish him.

Why do you look a little obedient?Ying Wuchou moved her fingers slightly, resisting the urge to rub the opponent's head, and said lightly: "It's okay, it's just a foreign object, if you can't see it, you can't see it, just lose it."

After finishing speaking, he tore off a white cloth from his cuff, covered his eyes, and cast a spell to connect his vision with the white cloth.

In this way, he seems to be unable to see things, but in fact he can see clearly.

Since she couldn't figure out the purpose of the fake Ning Chengying, Ying Wuchou decided to show weakness.

When people face a weak opponent who has no ability to resist, they often show some flaws.

Once the fake Ning Chengying thinks he can't see, his actions will be much more casual, and it will be easier to reveal his purpose.

Of course, Ying Wuchou is indeed not strong right now, she may not be the opponent of the fake Ning Chengying, showing weakness is also for her own protection.

He needs to find the piece of scale armor in the small town as soon as possible and restore his skills before he can remain invincible.

So Ying Wuchou stretched out her hand to the fake Ning Chengying: "Come, help me as a teacher."

"Ning Chengying" held his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Master, don't you blame me? Don't you punish me? Shouldn't you hit me hard and be angry that I broke your treasure?"

"Why do you have such an idea?" Ying Wushou asked in surprise, "What kind of treasure is that, how can it compare to you?"

This is Ying Wushou's sincere words, but it is just a gel that can be replaced at any time, not the flowers and plants in the valley, the carp in the clear pool, or the little snake in the bamboo forest.

"Ning Chengying" showed a bewildered expression, as if he was being forgiven and tolerated for the first time in his life.

"Master, where did you get these treasures? I'm going to get a pair right now." He held the flute around his waist tightly and said earnestly.

Substitutes are everywhere.

Ying Wuchou couldn't let "Ning Chengying" escape like this, he still had a lot of questions to clarify.

He clenched "Ning Chengying"'s hand behind his back, and said with a smile, "It's not a hard-to-find item, we'll talk about it when your skill level is higher. Cheng Ying, I haven't seen you for a long time as a teacher, how far has your skill level reached?"

"Ning Chengying" didn't look happy, as if he would rather be beaten by Ying Wushou, he said in a low voice, "Golden elixir is perfect, one step away from being promoted to Nascent Soul."

It is similar to Ning Chengying's strength that Ying Wuchou guessed, it seems that this person really knows Ning Chengying very well.

"Are you going back to the teacher's school to find a place with plenty of spiritual energy to retreat and practice, so as to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage?" Ying Wushou asked.

"Ning Chengying" shook his head: "No, I just miss Master and want to come back to see you."

In the case of Ying Wushou's "blindness", "Ning Chengying" no longer tried to disguise his expression, it seemed much easier, and it was easier to observe his real thoughts.

When he said this, his expression was natural, without any falsehood.

Are you really here to see me?Ying Wuchou's doubts prevailed in her heart, she didn't know what to look at when she was about to die.

"In that case, let's do something with Master." Ying Wuchou said.

"Master, just give orders." "Ning Chengying" said.

"There is a temple in this small town, help me go there as a teacher." Ying Wuchou said.

"Ning Chengying"'s expression immediately stiffened, as if he was resisting, he asked, "Why did Master go there?"

Um?He is very familiar with that temple?

Ying Wuchou said: "I don't know everything about Chengying, but that temple has a lot to do with being a teacher. I will tell you about it when I get there."

He insisted on going, but "Ning Chengying" had no choice but to help him go.

The town is not big, and the temple was built on the northern outskirts of the town, and the two came to the temple in a short time.

Over the years, the temple has no incense, the walls are old, the plaque is cracked, and it is covered with dust and cobwebs.

Half of the gate fell off, and no one was guarding it. When the two entered the temple, they saw a mess inside. The statue in the temple was broken in two.

"How did it become like this?" "Ning Chengying" looked at the temple, a trace of nostalgia and regret flashed in his eyes.

"What will it look like?" Ying Wushou, who could clearly see it, asked.

"It's very old and dilapidated, even half of the statue is lost... Huh?" "Ning Chengying" suddenly made a suspicious voice.

"Master, you stand here and don't move, I will come as soon as I go."

"Ning Chengying" let go of Ying Wushou, squatted down and lifted up the upper body of the one-meter-high statue, wiped the dust off it with his sleeve, and carefully observed the appearance of the statue.

This statue is [-]% similar to Ying Wuchou!

"Ning Chengying" looked more and more puzzled: "The statue didn't look like this before. It was obviously a Bodhisattva that was carved at the beginning. Has anyone re-sculpted it?"

Ying Wushou is not surprising.

Inside the idol is the scale armor that once belonged to him, blending with his breath.After the jade was carved into a god statue, affected by the power of the scales, it gradually changed the appearance of the god statue. After 50 years, it is normal to look more and more like him.

The only problem is that half of the statue has gone somewhere.

Ying Wuchou knew at a glance that there was no scale armor in the half in front of him, and the scale armor was hidden in the missing half.

"Let's find someone nearby to ask about the situation here." Ying Wushou said.

"Ask?" "Ning Chengying" hesitated, "No need, what do the people here know?"

It seems he doesn't want anyone asking about the temple.

Naturally, Ying Wushou couldn't do what he wanted, and took two steps while leaning on the wall, staggering, as if he wanted to find someone by himself.

"Master! I'll help you." "Ning Chengying" immediately ran over to support Ying Wuchou, who was really taking care of Ying Wuchou.

There was seven points of flattery in that appearance, and three points of sincerity.

What do you want me to do?To please... It is indeed the easiest way for him to pretend to be my disciple.So he didn't want to hurt anyone, but he wanted to get something by getting close to me and gaining my favor.Ying Wuchou secretly speculated.

After leaving the temple, Ying Wuchou saw a huge maple tree outside the temple wall. In autumn, the maple leaves turned red, and pieces of red maple slowly fell.

"Ning Chengying" reached out to catch a fallen leaf, and put a five-pointed maple leaf into his arms.

Ying Wuchou secretly recorded his actions.

The two came to a house closest to the temple, Ying Wushou knocked on the door, an old man over fifty years old opened the door, saw two very good-looking strangers standing outside the door, and asked suspiciously: "You two What's the matter?"

Ying Wushou said gently: "My brother and I passed by the small town on our way, wanting to ask for a drink, and take a rest by the way."

Ying Wuchou looked like an immoral evildoer when she was wearing only her inner clothes, but she was ethereal and like a banished fairy in white clothes, with extraordinary handsomeness.

In addition, his eyes were covered with white cloth, obviously his eyes were injured, and he looked a little pitiful.

The old man didn't want to invite two grown men in, but seeing Ying Wushou's gentle and harmless appearance, he lowered his vigilance and invited them in.

Ying Wushou didn't enter the house, but sat at the stone table in the yard, took the water from the old man, and thanked him politely.

After drinking water, Ying Wuchou ordered: "Chengying, the old man kindly invited us to drink water, we can't accept other people's kindness in vain. Go and help the old man carry the water and chop the firewood."

"Ning Chengying" was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Ying Wuchou to be such a kind person.He nodded in response, picked up the bucket skillfully, and helped the old man carry water.

"This... how embarrassing, I just gave you a ladle of cold water." The old man said with some embarrassment, "I knew it earlier, I should make tea for the distinguished guests."

"Sure," Ying Wushou said, "You sit down, old man, and let the young man do the work."

He has a friendly attitude and the temperament of a superior, making it impossible to refuse his words.

The old man sat beside Ying Wushou, and the two watched "Ning Chengying" busy back and forth together.

Ying Wushou took advantage of the situation and asked: "I just passed by a temple, and I planned to enter the door to ask for a drink, so as not to disturb the residents of the town. I didn't expect to walk in and see that the temple was dilapidated. How could it be so?"

"Ning Chengying" was helping them with work, the old man couldn't keep silent, so he chatted with Ying Wuchou.

"Sir, I don't know that what is enshrined in the temple is not a statue, but a demon." The old man said.

"Oh?" Ying Wushou hurriedly picked up a ladle to drink water, to prevent the old man from noticing that his appearance was very similar to the god statue.

Fortunately, the old man's eyes were a little blurred, and he continued: "I heard from my father that 50 years ago, a demon appeared in the town and fascinated the young people in the town. , Suppress that evil spirit.

"Who knew that the appearance of the statue was changing, but it changed very slowly. At the beginning, people couldn't see it. After 40 years, some old people noticed that the appearance of the statue had changed, and people gradually didn't dare to go to the temple to offer incense.

"Without the incense, the monks in the temple also ran away. Only the boy from the Cen family was left cleaning. After a few years, the boy from the Cen family also disappeared. He must have died."

"Boy from the Cen family?" Ying Wuchou asked.

"The child picked up by the Cen's family, 18 years ago, was lying under the maple tree outside the temple, a frozen baby with no clothes on it. It was the frost season that day, and the red maple leaves There was a layer of hoarfrost on it, and the child was covered with such leaves.

"The monks in the temple picked up the child, saw that he was still alive, and rescued him.

"The Cen family had no child for many years, so they found the abbot and adopted the child.

"His name was chosen by the abbot, unlike other names like Zhang Ergou and Li Fugui, it's quite elegant.

"It's called... Cen Shuangluo."

With a "click", "Ning Chengying" picked up the ax and slashed down forcefully, the firewood split and the ax was also split in two.

Ying Wuchou looked at him and saw that "Ning Chengying" had a gloomy expression, as if he had remembered something he didn't want to recall.

"Ning Chengying" stepped forward and said to the old man, "Sorry, I broke your axe."

He put a broken piece of silver on the table as compensation, and said to Wuchou: "Master, let's go."

Ying Wushou said, "Don't worry, you broke someone's axe, how can you throw money at people, you should buy a new one for compensation."

He picked up the silver, put it in the palm of "Ning Chengying", and sent him out to buy an axe.

"Ning Chengying" hesitated for a moment, staring at the old man, as if he didn't want the old man to continue talking about that temple.

"Aren't you going soon?" Ying Wuchou said.

"Ning Chengying" squeezed her fist, walked out without saying a word, and obediently went to buy an axe.

Until now, Ying Wuchou was finally convinced that the fake Ning Chengying had no ill intentions towards him, and she really wanted to establish a good impression in his heart.

And judging from his reaction just now...

The corners of Ying Wushou's lips curled up, and he said to the old man, "Can you tell me the story of Cen Shuangluo?"

The author has something to say:

Ying Wuchou: I always feel that he is seducing me, obeying me, being nice to me, seducing me to touch his head.

Cen Shuangluo: ...