After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

Xu Fu was slightly taken aback, Yuan Jiuyuan's brows were stern and deep, as if he didn't know him at all, he murmured: "Xiao Jiu..."

Yuan Jiuyuan lowered his brows, restrained his unhappiness, turned around and strode towards the stern, far away from this familiar senior brother.

This time the body exchange was in a hurry, Wen Gu didn't leave a message, he didn't know what happened in the past few days, he speculated that Wen Gu had made friends with this senior during the training, this senior was too warm and hospitable, so he was called a nickname when he came up.

Yuan Jiuyuan took out the gourd stuffed in his chest. The brown skin was smooth and bright, and a small red rope was tied to the mouth of the gourd.

The appearance looks no different from the gourd picked by the roadside. Yuan Jiuyuan put his fingers on the gourd, explored it with his true energy, and felt a faint purple energy surrounding the gourd. This thing is absolutely extraordinary.

Is this the Qiankun Gourd?

Yuan Jiuyuan's eyes lit up, and he had been irritated for the past few days about not being able to get the Qiankun Gourd, but Wen Gu did not expect to get it.

How did Wen Gu do it?

A gourd that can turn the world upside down, could it be possible to use him to see Wen Gu?

Yuan Jiuyuan was immediately in a happy mood, rubbing the gourd lightly, thinking about how to use this Qiankun gourd.

Xu Fu looked bewildered, staring fixedly at his back, not understanding that the cute little junior had just slept, but woke up like a different person.

Becomes not cute at all, Xu Fu pinched the bridge of his nose sadly, recalling what happened just now, his eyes froze suddenly, and he suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

The younger brother said that he was waiting, so it turned out that he was waiting for this matter.

The name Yuan Jiuyuan is like a scourge in the Xuanyue Sect. The disciples are afraid of his demon blood, and hate him for ruining the reputation of the sect. If female disciples dare to get too close to him on weekdays, they will Being ridiculed by everyone and coveting his appearance, if he was a male disciple, he would be in the same rank as the demons.

Over time, most of the disciples kept Yuan Jiuyuan at a respectful distance, and anyone who dared to develop a closer relationship with him would become a target of public criticism.

Xu Fu is Xiao Zhenren's most beloved disciple, and he lives on the cusp of the storm, his words and deeds are closely watched by fellow disciples, who hope and hope to drag him down from the altar.

This experience suffered heavy losses. The peak master of Xuanyue Sect and his disciples were all waiting for the return of the flying boat on Shuijing Peak to discuss the matter together. Therefore, if Yuan Jiuyuan and Xu Fu were close, Xu Fu would suffer even more. .

What's more, Master Xiao Zhenren didn't like Yuan Jiuyuan, and he didn't like to see them get close. Xu Fu sighed, the heat surged in his heart, and the moving emotions nourished his heart.

No matter in the Holy City, Xiao Jiu kept his promise and rescued him regardless of the crisis, or when he saw Master Xiao, Xiao Jiu was worried that Master would scold him, so he attributed the Qian Kun Gourd to him.

Or like now, Xiao Jiu is willing to be wronged, pretending not to know him, but also to shoulder all the gossip for him, Xu Fu pressed his palm on his chest, and his heart fluctuated with his pulse.

Xiao Jiu, if you treat me like this, senior brother is willing to die for you.

……

There is a vast mist on Shuijing Peak, and the light blue haze is like a faint fairy air.

Chongyi Dao of Qianhe Peak is not considered the strongest among several peak masters, but he is the most favored by Ziyi Zhenjun, but he can become a peak master at the age of two hundred, and his temperament is famously eccentric , since the death of the Taoist companion, he has been moody, and his conversation with other peak masters on weekdays is even more acrimonious.

However, no matter what kind of person Chong Yi Dao is, his appearance and dignity are the most outstanding in the sect, but today he looks haggard, standing on the square with a lot of thoughts.

Miaozhen, who is as simple and elegant as the moon, is not much better than him. She frowned and stared at the sky above Shui Jingfeng quietly with her straight eyebrows.

"Master, little brother Jiren has his own aura, so nothing will happen." Miaozhen murmured.

Reverend Chong took a deep breath, half closed his eyes, "If he dies in the Holy Market, I...will pay for it with the life of Crazy Xiao."

Miaozhen clenched her hand tightly, flustered, and blamed herself softly: "I should have treated my younger brother well. Ever since I heard the sad news from Master Xiao, I have always regretted the past..."

"Don't say any more." Reverend Chong stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the clouds in the sky and said coldly, "You are disqualified as a senior sister, Xiao Jiu has been wronged all these years, and you can't get rid of it."

Miaozhen was speechless, and gritted her teeth for a while and said: "My senior sister did a good job, thanks to you, my master. If you hadn't always hated Xiaojiu, how would the disciples dare to bully him? You are the little one." Nine's good master."

If she dared to speak so rudely in the past, she would have been whipped, but now Master Zhong closed his eyes and sighed: "Yes, I am not a good master."

Miaozhen opened her mouth, and silently approached him, "I'm not a good senior sister either."

"But Xiao Jiu is a good apprentice." Master Chong opened his eyes, and lightly brushed the fire mouse fur on his shoulder with his palm, "I am not worthy of such a good apprentice."

Miaozhen suddenly took a few steps forward, and said pleasantly, "Master! The flying boat is back!"

On the blue sky, a flying boat broke through the clouds and mist, crossed the green mountain ridge, and came straight to Shuijing Peak.

Crazy Xiao had disheveled hair, wine-stained Taoist robes, leaning on the bow of the boat half-drunk and half-awake, as if the flying boat fell from the sky and landed in the lake on Shuijing Peak, creating a stormy sea.

Chongren walked forward quickly, reached under the flying boat, but stopped, "Miaozhen, go up and have a look."

Miaozhen understood that he was concerned about chaos, and was about to fly up, when the sword light on the flying boat was dazzling, and figures jumped down one after another.

Teng Zizhi looked haggard, and supported Li Ren, who was all black. Chang Yumu's robe was soaked in blood, and the moment he stepped down the sword, he couldn't hold it anymore. Several disciples from the same school immediately supported his weak body.

Then there was Xu Fu, who had the highest cultivation level among the young disciples of the master's school. His clothes were messy, his face was pale, and the long sword behind his back was dyed black by the devil energy, obviously he had been seriously injured.

Miaozhen and Zhongrenren's expressions suddenly changed, and even Xu Fu was seriously injured, let alone Yuan Jiuyuan who was just at the Golden Core stage?

"Well, you madman Xiao, where did you get my little Jiu?" Daoist Chong angrily pointed at Madman Xiao.

Crazy Xiao froze for a moment before he realized that Xiao Jiu was talking about Yuan Jiuyuan, and before he could respond, a dark shadow fell on the lake as quickly as raindrops.

Yuan Jiuyuan stopped, nodded and said, "Yuan Jiuyuan is here."

Intentionally or unintentionally, he bit down on his own name, as if reminding Master Chong not to bark.

Zhong Zhenren took a few steps, staggered over, and raised his palm angrily, "Master sent you Xue Heyao, why did you come back now?"

Yuan Jiuyuan squinted at his hand, and Zhenren Chong's slap slowly fell, and he caressed his hair. He sighed quietly, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Miaozhen's bright eyes were inflamed, and she smiled brightly, but there were tears in her eyes, "Xiao Jiu, Senior Sister will never bully you again."

"When did senior sister bully Yuan Jiuyuan?" Yuan Jiuyuan reiterated his name meaningfully.

Miaozhen glared at him, and said complainingly, "Don't even think about going to the Master Trial in the future, it's so dangerous, you don't know that Master has been chanting your name every day these days..."

"Cough." Daoist Chong coughed lightly, and measured the intact Yuan Jiuyuan up and down, "Are you not injured?"

"Not only was he not injured."

Crazy Xiao interjected, glanced blankly at the silent Xu Fu, and said sourly: "Yuan Jiuyuan obtained the Qiankun Gourd and won this master's trial."

Miaozhen and Chongren were stunned at the same time, looking at Yuan Jiuyuan with a calm expression, as if he had nothing to do with him, Zhongren laughed for a long time, and the depression of the past few days disappeared, and he patted Yuan Jiuyuan on the shoulder, "As expected of me, Chongyi Dao's good apprentice!"

The loud sound floats on Shuijing Peak.

Miaozhen looked at him happily, feeling proud, "Xiao Jiu, how did you do it?"

Yuan Jiuyuan also wanted to know, and said indifferently: "Maybe this is my fate with him."

Refers otherwise.

……

The conference room of Yuanshan Media.

A small half circle of people sat on the round conference table, with Director Qin sitting at the first place, and Wen Gu, the leading actor of "Rakshatian", sitting at the second place, and the first script discussion meeting was being held.

Wen Gu was wearing a gray knitted hat with a fluffy brim covering his slender face, making his chin even more shaved. He lowered his head, staring at the script in front of him meticulously.

Actually distracted.

Mu Changsu was sitting opposite him, looking at him with the eyes of a resentful woman.

Wen Gu didn't dare to raise his head, thinking wildly in his mind, how could Yuan Jiuyuan use his body to mess with others, there must be some misunderstanding.

Ding--

The WeChat on the table vibrated, Wen Gu took it over, and an unread message was displayed on the clear screen.

[Mu Changsu]: You are really strong, I am still sore and weak, I can't lift my hands

What... what, Wen Gu stared at the phone in shock, couldn't sit still any longer, stood up suddenly, and all the people in a row looked over, his face turned red, and he said timidly: "That...Mu Chang Su, come out, I have something to talk to you about."

Director Qin on the side was full of approval, and touched the assistant's shoulder, "Today, I took myself out of the play."

"It takes a lot of energy to go in and out, right?" the assistant asked.

Director Qin looked at the backs of Wen Gu and Mu Changsu leaving, took a sip of tea, "Look at what Wen Gu is doing now, isn't it the opposite of Feng Xiulie?"

"Two people who are completely extreme." The assistant couldn't imagine Feng Xiulie's shy look.

Qin Dao said seriously: "So this is called a professional. He can create a completely opposite person, and he can create it perfectly. Now is the real Wengu, the Feng Xiulie we saw a few days ago."

The assistant suddenly realized: "Oh, so that's the case, I just said how weird he is today."

Director Qin nodded with a smile, "So you don't have to worry about him being wasted. Actors are very talented. I have been filming for more than ten years, and I have met countless people. I can say responsibly that Wen Gu is the most talented. "

"I think so too." The assistant agreed deeply.

Director Qin sighed: "It's so professional to be able to get in and out of a play so quickly, why wasn't he popular before? What a bright pearl! We really found a treasure!"

Outside the meeting room, Wen Gu pulled down the brim of his hat with both hands, covering his face more tightly, as if this would give him a sense of security. He looked at Mu Changsu shyly, anxious and frightened, and asked in a soft voice: "You... what do you mean?"

Mu Changsu raised his arm, showing the bruises on his elbows, "Here, take a look, it's all because of you."

If it was Wen Gu that day, he wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous, but today's Wen Gu is suddenly approachable.

Wen Gu widened his dark eyes, stared at his arm in astonishment, and remembered that in the novels written by the president that he had read, the protagonist woke up from the bed after a night of madness, as if he had been run over by a big truck, and his body was covered with bruises.

"Aren't you injured elsewhere?" Wen Gu felt very sad, so he asked Mu Changsu with concern.

Mu Changsu smiled slightly, and finally waited for this sentence, "You still have a little conscience, you really want to apologize to me, so just pay the bill in half."

Wen Gu asked blankly, "What bill?"

Mu Changsu picked up his mobile phone to pay and showed him the bills he had paid, "We ate a total of 30 yuan that day, and we didn't make an agreement. Each person is 15 yuan, and no one loses money."

Wen Gu only heard that there was no agreement, and he selectively ignored the message that Mu Changsu asked for money. His mood suddenly brightened, "How did I get your hands?"

"You forgot?" Mu Changsu curled his lips, thinking he was pretending, "I don't know how you did it, but you just pushed me off a bit, and I couldn't lift my arms for several days."

Wen Gu let out a breath slowly, great, he is still clean, "Okay, I'll go back to the meeting first."

"Hey!"

Mu Changsu called him to stop, Wen Gu turned his head, blinked guiltily, the sunlight penetrated the window and fell on his face, and specks of dust were flying around, two rows of pitch-black eyelashes fluttered like wings, making his eyes look like gods Lingxiu breath.

"What's wrong?" Wen Gu was very nervous, worried that he would withdraw money again.

If Mu Changsu said it a second time, he couldn't bear it, so he had to pay, but he would feel very wronged. For the 30 meal, what would he have to eat?

Mu Changsu stared at him fascinatedly for a few seconds, then said mysteriously, "Wen Gu, I am willing to do 1 for you."

"Give me the card number, and I'll transfer the money to you immediately." Wen Gu said in a low voice, apparently startled by Mu Changsu's words.

Mu Changsu scratched his hair in embarrassment, "No need, I treat you to dinner, can I still get the money back?"

terrible……

Wen Gu said silently, in the future, he must listen to Yuan Jiuyuan's words and draw a clear line with Mu Changsu.

In the script seminar, he was even more afraid to look at Mu Changsu. Wen Gu was self-aware that Mu Changsu didn't like him, but because he was too "weird". Such a strange person.

Wen Gu was absent-minded all day, so Sister Xu drove him home. Wen Gu went to the supermarket along the way to buy vegetables, and at night made Yuan Jiuyuan's meal for tomorrow.

Unknowingly, he has gotten used to the current living conditions. Since his mother passed away, he has only been left alone, with only Shang Ze in his life. Now he has a master, a senior sister and a senior brother.

And... Yuan Jiuyuan.

Wen Gu is very satisfied with his current state. The only thing he has to do now is to join the acting group, what will he do then?

He can't act for one day and take a rest for one day. He will be condemned by the media, and his saliva can drown him.

With a heart full of thoughts, Wen Gu walked out of the elevator, and under the bright lights of the corridor, a familiar figure leaned against the door of the house.

Shang Ze lowered his head, with a cigarette in his mouth, and messy cigarette butts fell from his feet. He could see that he had been waiting for a long time. When he heard the sound of the elevator, he raised his head, "Are you back?"

Wen Gu hadn't seen Shang Ze for a few days, and he didn't expect him to come to the door, and walked over slowly, "What's the matter with you?"

"Can we go in and talk?" Shang Ze smiled bitterly.

Wen Gu pushed open the door and walked in, "The door of my house is open."

When he went out today, he discovered that the door of the house was broken again, and he hadn't had time to replace it with a new one.

Shang Ze originally wanted to say, what if you are in danger?Thinking of the strange power in Wen Gu's body, he shut up again, followed him in, sat on the sofa next to the coffee table, and stared at Wen Gu with his hands folded.

If it was before, Wen Gu would have blushed when he saw him like this, but now he has nothing to worry about, he poured a glass of water and handed it over, "Now we can talk."

Shang Ze held the warm water glass, lowered his head and raised it again, as if he was experiencing a tragic psychological struggle, "I've thought about what you said last time."

A long time before we met last time, Wen Gu had just finished buying books for Yuan Jiuyuan. He recalled it and remembered that he had told Shang Ze that he wanted to have a good talk about the two of them another day.

Wen Gu took a deep breath and looked at him solemnly: "Shang Ze, don't come to me again in the future. According to what you said, let's be good friends."

"No..." Shang shook his head and murmured: "But I like you. I didn't find out that I like you until recently. Since the last time we met, I thought I could completely forget you, but I can't. Thinking of you all the time, even..."

Wen Gu recalled the terrible dream, and immediately said hard-heartedly, "The person you like is not me, there is someone more suitable for you than me."

"Is there anyone more suitable for me than you?" Shang Ze laughed at himself.

Wen Guzi spit out two words, "Han Zhao."

The name seemed like a thunderbolt, and Shang Ze's face changed several times, and he asked in disbelief, "You know everything?"

Sure enough, Wen Gu remembered that Shang Ze rescued Han Zhao in his dream before disfiguring himself. He asked back, "What do I know?"

"...It's nothing." Shang Ze paused, stood up, and asked word by word: "Wen Gu, because you said the reason, so you can't accept me?"

Wen Gu nodded, and told Shang Ze that Shang Ze was already engaged, and they were indeed not suitable.

Shang Ze's eyes fell on him, from hesitation gradually to firmness, suddenly, he unbuttoned his shirt one by one, Wen Gu turned his face away, avoiding his exposed chest, and asked nervously: "What are you doing?" ah?"

"Give you what you want."

When Wen Gu heard the sound of his trousers being zippered, he immediately covered his eyes, turned around and said angrily, "I don't want it, get out of my house!"

Shang took a deep breath, "Wen Gu, I've thought about it for a few days. If this is the only way to keep you, I can give it to you once, but only once."

What are you talking about?

Wen Gu half-opened his eyes angrily, and saw Shang Ze lying on his back on the spacious sofa, his legs were like crabs, clenching his teeth tightly, with a look of death on his face.

"You... what are you doing?" Wen Gu's cheeks were blushing, and he glanced away immediately, as if he saw something dirty.

Shang took a deep breath, and said generously: "Come on, you do 1!"

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