Women's clothing bosses always want to give up on male protagonists

Upon hearing this, Yan Luofan suddenly felt bad, couldn't he?

At that time, what he said about "going back for revenge" was just a whim to consolidate his mean and selfish personal establishment. Yin Ciyue was not the same, but he couldn't hold back his worries.

He probing: "Could it be that he dared to hurt his stepmother at the mountain gate?"

Song Qingwang's reply was meaningful: "Who knows?"

……

After all, what happened on the day of the Qiqiao Temple Fair was reluctantly brought to light, and Jin Shurong, who escaped from Siguoya in order to know the situation before and after, was scolded, and the face-to-face that should have ended in one day was extended to ten days.

In fact, with Elder Qi's strict personality towards his disciples and his intolerant personality, the punishment should have been more severe for this kind of provocation of the sect rules, but there were indeed too many things that happened in the past two days, which made people upset and forced to meditate.

It's just leaving Siguo Cliff and going down the mountain. What kind of big deal can a child's heart be?

It was the Yin family couple who caused the most headaches.Even if the trouble is successfully sent away, it is still unknown what kind of dirty rumors will arise in the cultivation world.

"Father, you are hurt."

Yin Ciyue looked at the bloody scratches on the back of Patriarch Yin's hand.

Patriarch Yin raised his hand and glanced, and said harshly: "I was caught by that poisonous woman, don't worry about Ciyue, father will definitely not let her have a good time."

Yin Ciyue took out the blue indigo porcelain bottle from the storage bag, and didn't explain much, just said the rank: "Xuan rank elixir."

Xuan-rank elixir is priceless, but it is a rare and good thing, how can it be used to treat such a slight injury?Patriarch Yin hurriedly took it and stuffed it into his cuffs, smiling flatteringly: "Father just accepted it, and I will add your name to the genealogy when I go back this time. Originally, this matter should have been done as soon as possible, but it was always delayed."

After explaining, he raised his head and glanced at the sky, "It's time to go, Ciyue needs to cultivate well in Lingu Valley, the entire Yin family can count on you."

After finishing speaking, Patriarch Yin boarded the chariot and left without hesitation.

Looking at the receding chariot gradually shrinking in sight, Elder Qi walked up to Venerable Zhuyu and sighed: "That Mrs. Yin with white hair and black hair is also pitiful, but she just acts but her mind is implicated in something irrelevant." My disciple, I hope she can gradually look away after she leaves."

Venerable Zhu Yu glanced at the expressionless head disciple in front of him, and seemed to say to himself: "This matter is not so easy to settle."

Elder Qi didn't hear clearly, so he asked: "What is the venerable talking about?"

Venerable Zhu Yu shook his head and smiled lowly, "It's nothing, it's just silly talk."

This Yin Ciyue is favored by the Dao of Heaven and enjoys the great blessings of the heavens, but he is a surly person, and he will not be easy to be kind.

But it's not easy for him to interfere. After all, even if the darling of heaven really killed his father and mother, who can say anything?Can't escape the four characters of karma and reincarnation.

"Elder Venerable, if nothing happens, I will return to the main peak."

It wasn't until the chariot disappeared around the corner that Yin Ciyue turned around and said goodbye, her brows were deep and her eyes were dark, and her eyes were half covered by her hard black eyelashes.

Venerable Zhu Yu waved his hand, "Let's go, go and do what you want to do."

In fact, Elder Qi still has some things to say, mainly to educate people about the practice of trying to kill the stepmother regardless of karma, but since the Venerable has opened his mouth to let people go, he can't force them to stay, so he can only shake his head: "But It is a Dzogchen in the foundation building period, how many things can he be busy with?"

Yin Ciyue nodded slightly, looked respectful and humble, then turned and left.

Venerable Zhu Yu thought not to meddle in other people's business, but he couldn't bear to be urged by the elder's responsibility, he looked at the back and added: "Even if the marriage is recognized by the heaven, don't be infatuated, maybe it's just a love disaster. "

If Yin Ciyue's leaving footsteps hadn't stopped for a moment, people would have doubted whether they didn't hear her.

Everyone was telling him to avoid obsession and entanglement, and those who are sure to climb the fairy ladder should not be disturbed by worldly love, but he never cared about these things from the beginning to the end.

Whether short-sighted or vengeful, he only wants to please one person.

Yin Ciyue lowered his head and looked at his fingertips, as if he could still see the bright red blood, he clenched his fingers tightly just as he was about to tremble slightly.

I don't know how long his stepmother can bear it.

At this time, the chariot with the family crest of the Yin family staggered and left the sheltered city of Lingu Valley.

However, there were many visions, and the clanging hooves of the spiritual beasts could not cover up the screams in the chariot behind. The frightened birds scattered, and the guards who were collecting the spirit stones suddenly felt that something was wrong, so they immediately stopped the spirit beasts and opened the curtain. You can only see the horror of the stalemate.

Mrs. Yin, who was originally tied into zongzi, broke free from the rope at some point, and now she is riding on Patriarch Yin's body with a dagger in her hand, piercing the naked chest one by one, her hatred is so deep that it is frightening.

"Go to hell, Yin Yuanren, how dare you treat me like this!"

Mrs. Yin's sharp roar brought the attendants back to their senses, and they hurried forward to be pulled away, and then threw them under the chariot. Out of breath.

"They must all be buried with my son!"

But Patriarch Yin is still a monk no matter what, even if he was stabbed in the chest by a dagger many times, he still struggled to get up and swallowed mouthfuls of blood gushing out of his throat, "Poison woman, I won't die..."

Patriarch Yin took out the blue indigo porcelain bottle he had just obtained from his sleeve, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth one by one, until there was no one left, and threw it aside.

This is a mysterious elixir that can make bones raw.

He was just about to laugh, but found that the injury was more serious. The majestic aura flowed around in the meridians to speed up the blood flow, and the blood spurted from multiple wounds.

"No, no!"

But the only strength he had left was to say these words.

Madam Yin was tired from laughing, and she slumped on the ground: "Look at that dagger."

Patriarch Yin shifted his gaze to the dagger stuck in his chest, and lost his mind for a moment.

Mrs. Yin's originally gentle voice has become hoarse and sharp: "That's right, this is the original dowry of your first wife. Do you know who gave it to me?"

Patriarch Yin was powerless to return to the sky, his eyes gradually lost sight, but the name in his mind was extremely clear, it was Yin Ciyue!The dagger and the elixir, everything was calculated!He is not reconciled, not reconciled...

The attendants panicked, Madam Yin was quiet for a while, her eyes fell on the boulder not far away, "Damn it all!"

She bumped into her head-on, which was also in line with the promise of life and death when she got married.

Before the news reached Lingu Valley, Yin Ciyue returned to the small courtyard and tapped on the closed door opposite.

"Fall down."

After hearing the sound, Yan Luofan buried his head in the quilt and pretended to be dead, without saying a word.

He called several times persistently outside the door, and it seemed that when he was about to break in the next moment, he replied weakly: "What's the matter, tell me!"

Yin Ciyue's cold voice was the same as before, and after being deliberately lowered, it made people subconsciously soften their hearts, like coaxing a child, "Don't be angry, I know I was wrong."

Yan Luofan had an idea, sat up from the bed, and became interested: "Then what do you think is wrong?"

There was silence outside the door.

It was so long before he felt that the person had left and was about to open the door to check, Yin Ciyue said again: "Everything is wrong."

"Really?" Yan Luofan asked knowingly, and couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that even Yin Ciyue, who is the protagonist, can only give such foolish answers when faced with such unreasonable questions.

He yawned, "I don't want to see you now, I will open the door when your answer satisfies me."

Yin Ciyue lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, but in the end she didn't knock on the door again, and when the good news came, Luoluo would always show up on her own initiative.

His silence just now was not because he couldn't find his fault, but because he knew that Luoluo wouldn't want to hear that, even what she said in the martial arts field was deliberately ironic.

"Luoluo, are you still in pain?"

Yan Luofan continued to lie on the bed, and replied very stiffly: "Don't worry about it."

As a result, when I looked up, I realized that I was distracted, and when I came back, I just locked the door, but forgot to open the wooden window for calligraphy practice at noon.

He sat up again, inevitably getting into a tangle, how to close?Or not to close?

In order to prevent Yin Ciyue from discovering that the "fiancée" who was supposed to be sulking was actually lying on the bed and sleeping comfortably, Yan Luofan finally made the decision to go to close the door, but who knew that he hadn't taken two steps out——

Yin Ciyue's radiant figure appeared at the window.

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

It was Yin Ciyue who broke the silence first, his eyes fell on Yan Luofan's neck, where the red marks that still existed there had been covered by the brocade, and he whispered: "Luoluo."

Yan Luofan was stuck in mid-air, and it was not good to continue forward, nor was it good to retreat, so he could only stand where he was, and ordered with a sullen face, "Close the window for me."

Yin Ciyue did not refuse, and stepped forward to raise his hand to close the window, but he was attracted by the messy calligraphy and paintings on the table in front of the window inside the house. He stopped his hands and looked at the blackened face on the rice paper. There was a moment of silence.

"Look at what?"

Yan Luofan noticed this move, and immediately noticed something was wrong. He was glad that he had already blackened his face with thick ink before he left, and at that time painted the clothes in a modern style out of selfishness.

At this point, Yin Ciyue can still recognize that the person in the painting is the ghost.

Making sure there would be no misunderstanding, Yan Luofan walked over with a natural attitude, and quickly reached out his hand to put away the graffiti.

But Yin Ciyue had already pressed down first, staring straight at the little liar in front of him, hiding his attachment and then asking: "Who is it?"

Yan Luofan was questioned, and when he was at a loss for words, he suddenly recalled the annoying skills taught by Yuqing: "Say that he is not as good as other men in every way, and show that he is happy with others."

He swallowed hesitantly, his Adam's apple pulled the wound up and down, followed by a faint tingling pain in his neck, he frowned tentatively, and pretended to cover it up: "A person who is not worth mentioning."

Sure enough, Yin Ciyue's eyes darkened, and she picked up the fluffy white Xuan, "I've never seen this dress before, it's a foreigner."

"Yeah." Yan Luofan responded straightforwardly, but had no intention of further introduction.

There is a saying that the more you say, the more you make mistakes. It is just right to put it here. Properly leaving blank space for Yin Ciyue's imagination is enough, and he will construct a suitable story by himself. "If you're curious, it's okay to take this paper away."

Yin Ciyue's gaze fell on the white rice paper, but in the end she really put it away and replied, "Okay."

Then he complied with what the little liar said at the beginning, and helped close the wooden window, the sight of the two was cut off, and only silence remained.

Seeing the window being closed with his own eyes, Yan Luofan raised his hand to cover his chest, feeling the heart beating there. Looking back at the details, his performance just now was perfect without any flaws. Enough to pull down the favor.

It is completely impossible to find someone who does not exist in this cultivation world.

But afterwards, the treatment that Yan Luofan imagined was different, as if the painting never existed.

Because he basically stayed behind closed doors except for the daily morning class, Yin Ciyue would stay outside the closed door for a long time, asking if the wound had improved, and then chatting about ordinary things, looking for faults that did not exist in him.

Today's content is, "Is Luoluo annoyed because I went to Chunmanlou?"

Yan Luofan copied and copied it, and he knew it was Song Qingwang who said it as soon as he heard it, so he didn't need to be entangled. He asked knowingly, "So, why did you go that day?"

Even now, he is still unavoidably worried that there is something wrong with his attire that day, and in retrospect, Yin Ciyue's indifference really began on the day after Qixi Festival.

"I heard that the first thing you did when you came to Chunmanlou was to go to the third floor where Hua Kui Yuqing was. Is this true?"

It's not difficult for Yin Ciyue to give an explanation, half-truth and half-fake: "That day a man was wearing your spirit pendant, I went looking for him and got there."

"Yeah." Yan Luofan responded dryly, his performance didn't sound suspicious, thinking that three or four days had passed, and people would grow mushrooms if they were stuck in the room all day, so he let go, "I know gone."

Yin Ciyue heard the tone softened, and asked while the iron was hot: "Is Luoluo still angry?"

Yan Luofan opened the door along the steps. When he saw the person at the door, he couldn't help but say: "Let's say it first, I'm not forgiving you, but I think it's too boring, and you haven't copied it forty times. Give me."

After finishing speaking, he saw Yin Ciyue chuckled lightly.

"At this."

Yan Luofan nodded, his expression was probably saying 'this is not too bad', he stuffed the rice paper taken out by the person in front of him into the storage bag, and just after heaved a sigh of relief, he heard:

"There is good news!"

It was Song Qingwang's joyful voice that came from the small road not far away, while Ke'er, who arrived late from the other road, was sad and sad, and she couldn't tell why she was hesitant to speak for a long time.

Yan Luofan turned his head, "What?"

Song Qingwang clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Just came here a few days ago to pick things up, and the two stewards of the Yin family are on their way to death."

Ke'er came over and heard it clearly, unexpectedly they both wanted to say the same news, she was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "Senior Brother Yin's parents died suddenly, how can you say this is good news?"

After Yan Luofan figured out the situation, he immediately looked at Yin Ciyue beside him, and asked hesitantly, "How did you die?"

The person who answered was Song Qingwang, and he gloated completely openly, "I heard from the guards that Mrs. Yin and the head of the Yin family had turned against each other, and they did it the day they left Lingu Valley, but the news first spread to the old house of the Yin family, and then came Guyu, it took a little longer on the road."

Ke'er was so angry that she was about to jump up and hit someone.

And Yin Ciyue lowered her eyelashes lightly: "That's how it is."

Seeing that he was also surprised by the sudden news, Yan Luofan was a little relieved, and said lightly: "It deserves it, but it's not good news."

The current Patriarch Yin hasn't had time to do anything particularly outrageous, at least in Yin Ciyue's mind, he doesn't belong to the category of being damned.

Ke'er looked left and right, then closed her mouth with insight.

She finally realized that she was out of step with the three people in front of her. These people didn't show any sadness at all, but "the father died and the mother died" couldn't be called good news anyway.

Yan Luofan pondered for a while, and he didn't want to ask more details about what happened. He simply took the topic away, turned his head and looked at Yin Ciyue, "Are you going back to your hometown to pay your respects?"

Yin Ciyue shook her head without thinking, "I'm not on the family tree."

The implication is that it has nothing to do with the Yin family.

Yan Luofan wasn't bored enough to persist, and glanced at Ke'er, "How's your cultivation going?"

As in the past, Ke'er would ask a few more questions and take the opportunity to ask for advice, but this time she smiled shyly, tiptoeing and replied: "Because I was taught by Senior Brother Chen, I didn't fall behind, and I have improved a lot."

Who is this Senior Brother Chen?Yan Luofan hesitated for a moment: "So, you want him to be your Taoist companion?"

Ke'er smirked twice, grabbed Yan Luofan's sleeve, and walked towards the small attic not far away, "Little sister, let's talk to the side."

Seeing the two leaving, while the good brother was looking at the back intently, Song Qingwang: Why don't we just follow up.

He had no choice but to pretend to cough twice, "As for your cruel father and stepmother, I heard that the offspring were busy fighting over the family property, and they didn't even have time to bury it. The corpse stayed there for three days and the stench was stinking to the sky."

Seeing that his good brother still didn't respond, he had no choice but to mention another matter: "The clothes you asked me to find for you before have some clues."

"what?"

"Such a place does not exist in this world, let alone such clothing." Song Qingwang explained calmly, "The only time it is mentioned is in the painting scroll of the dead Venerable Wuqian. The Peach Blossom Spring in China.”

He took out the scroll again and unfolded it, "It's just a place that never existed."

"Honor Wuqian?" Yin Ciyue had never heard of it.

Song Qingwang shook his head, "After all, he passed away for a long time, but he was Venerable Xingxi's sweetheart."

Seeing that his good brother's brows were still not stretched, he shrugged and said something comforting: "Doesn't your little fiancee like to do such deliberately annoying things? This time, it may be deliberately drawn to deceive people, and this time it is not a lie No matter how you look at it, the figure on the picture scroll is very similar to yours."

……

In the small attic not far away at the moment, Ke'er was happily describing how well that senior brother Chen treated her, "I think what the little senior sister said is right, we must find someone who is obedient, just like my father treats my mother, Even though she looks fierce, she will follow my mother's wishes every time."

Yan Luofan nodded from time to time, hesitant to speak many times.

What about concentrating on cultivation?

As she talked, Ke'er mentioned her dissatisfaction, "But he is a young master from a rich family, spoiled and spoiled, and he has to ride a spirit beast after walking two steps. It is even more difficult for him to accompany me to the temple fair. There are so many things to worry about.”

It's a bit exaggerated. After all, they are all monks. No matter how poor their physical fitness is, they still have to be higher than ordinary people. Yan Luofan couldn't help hesitating: "Is this annoying?"

As the butcher's daughter, Ke'er had never seen such a weak person, so she nodded heavily.

Yan Luofan understood, and he found that the words "coquettish and self-willed" in his character design were indeed not "coquettish" enough, except that he had to wear brocade so as not to get rashes, there was nothing special at all.

So, the second day after learning from the pain.

The moment he left the bed, Yan Luofan was determined to ask many questions that had troubled him for many days one by one, and first shouted: "Brother Ciyue!"

Then when he saw someone, he began to complain, "This quilt is too rough and it's not brocade. It's troublesome for me to cover it up. You can replace it for me." God knows how troublesome it is for him to wrap brocade on the quilt every day.

Hearing this, Yin Ciyue frowned, and when Yan Luofan was suspecting that he was being annoyed with just one request, he heard the answer:

"Luoluo, don't bear it next time."

Yan Luofan didn't respond, and went to the pottery jar with washing water, and continued to criticize: "The water in this jar has been left for too long, so it should be replaced after morning class."

He still always forgets that every time he puts it on for three days without changing it, his face will turn red after washing. Before that, he would take one or two Tiannanyue pills to deal with it, but he didn't know why, the pills were getting worse and worse. useless.

Especially when his neck was scratched for a few days, he took an unknown number of pills to stop the bleeding.

Yin Ciyue responded, "It's my fault."

Why did this become the protagonist's catchphrase?Yan Luofan was not happy to hear such words, and muttered: "This is not your job."

Yin Ciyue was even more unwilling to listen to the words that drew a clear line, he emphasized: "It's because I didn't think carefully."

Even if it is a relationship between an unmarried couple, it is still inappropriate to enter the boudoir without the permission of a "woman". It is only natural that there is no way to notice it in time. wrong!"

He doesn't want the protagonist to lose his vigor, and what he likes the most is Yin Ciyue's unruly and willful appearance, but who is to blame for this? "I asked you to wash the dress before, but I haven't given it to me yet."

Seeing that the little liar was inexplicably annoyed, Yin Ciyue had no choice but to hand over the dress.

Yan Luofan took it, this is his favorite dress, not to mention easy to wear, but also convenient to fix the cloth bag on the chest, and stuffed it into the storage bag, "Also, my shoes are not comfortable to wear, Today, you will accompany me to stroll along Laochun Road."

"Okay." Yin Ciyue showed no hesitation.

Yan Luofan kicked the corner of the table twice, "Go to morning class first."

It was not the elders that I met in the morning class today, but Venerable Xingxi.

Faced with the fact that the precious apprentice arrived half a step late, she responded with a smile, "Are we sleeping late again today, Luoluo?"

After the belated fiancee were seated, Venerable Xingxi talked about important matters, and said solemnly: "After one month, it will be the day of offering sacrifices to heaven. According to the tradition of Lingu Valley in previous years, five people will be selected from among the new disciples, one Goddess , one son of God, three leading the way."

"The gods and daughters this time have been decided by the elders, and they will be dressed up by Yan Luofan and Yin Ciyue. As for the three guides, you can choose."

Venerable Xingxi knocked on the table, winking playfully: "You don't have to go to morning class if you become an apprentice."

I have an impression of this plot banquet, and there will be elders and disciples from other sects coming on this festival day. In the novel, Yin Ciyue, who is the protagonist, is the son of God, attracting the light of the sky, and instantly making a name for himself in the world of comprehension , I don't know how many people remember his outstanding appearance.

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