The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Hearing the wind, he immediately turned to Cultivator Cangyang, his soft and elegant gaze instantly turned cold.

The young master of the Cangyang Sect has been captured by the front of the Lingyuan Peak Hall.

The cold tone was hostile and scary: "Take it down, and I will interrogate myself after the wedding ceremony."

Young Master Cangyang showed no fear, and raised his mouth one after another: "Xu, did you see it? How about this great gift I gave you?"

"Drag it!"

"Wait." Wen Feng's words were interrupted in cold voices one after another.

With sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, she raised her head and looked at him coldly: "Wenfeng, show me your Qiankun bag."

His own tattered iron sword connected the illusion and the present world, and what the demon king said half a moment ago also showed that what he saw in the illusion was not an illusion deliberately created by others to deceive him.

But he still wants to survive from death and struggle.

If Wenfeng is really Wuya, he should be able to find longan, even dragon tendon, dragon heart and dragon's reverse scale from the Qiankun bag he carries with him.

If not, even if it might be hidden elsewhere, he still wants to convince himself that what he sees in the illusion is an illusion made by people with ulterior motives.

With a smile in his gentle words: "Why do you suddenly want to see it now? It's not convenient here, and the auspicious time to pay homage to heaven and earth is approaching. When I go back to my room at night, I will give you both the Qiankun bag..."

"Give me a look."

A coldness flashed across the phoenix's eyes: "A Xu, I said..."

"Why, don't you dare? There's something in it, don't you dare to show it to me right now?" Qingyan's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "Then where are you going to hide the things?"

The cold voice called coldly: "Wuya."

Wen Feng smiled leisurely: "A Xu, what are you talking about?"

Demon Monarch Wuya's lies and denials have always been so upright and confident with a clear conscience.

The sharp eyes turned to the demon king again, passing Qin Shi, Fang Xiu, Ling Chengze, and Liu Changji one by one, and then returned to the demon king again.

"His Royal Highness Demon King's illusion is really well-deserved."

Even Xingyan Mojun failed to notice that the Wuya of that day was transformed by him.

After the demon king was stunned, the corners of Gao Yang's mouth dropped instantly, silently acquiescing to everything.

From the shape of his mouth that hesitated to speak, it can be guessed that he might want to ask: Do you blame me?

Looking at Fang Xiu one after another: "You also know?"

Fang Xiu remained silent.

Not long ago, he himself found out the truth about Anshui Village and Yang Ning, and guessed that Wenfeng might be Wu Ya.

He wanted to threaten Wenfeng with this and let him leave one after another.

But his senior brother was insidious, cunning and scheming, and even if he knew about it, he would not dare to tell the truth.

One after another blindly trust and worship Wenfeng. After learning the truth, Wenfeng doesn't hurt or itches, and the injured will only be one after another.

They laughed at themselves one after another.Who can be blamed?

Fang Xiu had already reminded him several times, telling him to leave Lingyuan and Wenfeng.

Even Luo Yexue, who had nothing to do with this matter, took the risk of being discovered by Wenfeng and made him believe Fang Xiu's words.

It was he who did not listen.

But at this moment, what should he do?

One after another, a heart like being in a world of ice and snow has not had time to think, and a personal attendant in front of the palace respectfully told Juechen Daojun: "Daojun, the auspicious time has come."

The corners of Wenfeng's mouth were raised, and he stretched out his hand as if nothing happened: "Xu, it's time to pay homage to heaven and earth."

One after another, his face was cold, and he stood motionless.

The gentle voice reminded again: "If you don't leave, you will miss the auspicious time."

He didn't know what to do one after another, but the only thing he knew was that he would never pay homage to Wenfeng.

Wen Feng's expression was still calm, and he smiled lightly: "At other times, I can leave you alone, and you must not miss the auspicious time to visit heaven and earth."

"Ah Xu, don't be willful with me at this time."

She looked at him coldly one after another, unmoved.

Wen Feng sighed helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't want to force you."

A creepy chill surged up, one after another chills hit the back, and before he could dodge in time, his body was no longer in control.

Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel that his limbs were wrapped in fine and strong puppet silk.

Wen Feng stretched out his hand to hold him, and his hands and feet obediently followed the other party's will, walking hand in hand with Wen Feng to the high platform to salute.

At this moment, he has become Wenfeng's marionette, a pawn in his hand that he can't resist.

"Wear the wind!" Ling Chengze got up abruptly.

He didn't know what Lian Lian saw in the illusion just now, but Lian Lian's expression suddenly changed in just a second.

And the weird conversation between the few people just now made him hesitate whether to ruin the wedding ceremony.

Hearing the wind's actions at this time, instantly made him furious.

No matter what happened, he had to take it with him first.

"Chengze, don't move around." The demon king also stood up and smiled helplessly, "Don't disturb their grand ceremony."

Ling Chengze's complexion changed instantly, he felt that his body was out of order, and his spiritual energy could not function normally.

"In the wine, are you drugged?"

The demon king didn't say anything, just smiled wryly.

Fang Xiu and Qin Shi also stood up. Although their faces were slightly troubled, their attitudes were resolute.

Now that the matter has come to this point, this membership ceremony must be held smoothly, and no one can stop it.

They are also from Lingyuan Peak.

Liu Changji was watching with cold eyes. He didn't know what he saw in the illusion one after another, so he planned to wait and see what happened.

It can be seen that the puppet silk that Wenfeng learned from no one knew where, actually forced him to pay homage to him one after another.

He also planned to make a move like Ling Chengze, and the result was the same as the other party.

"Wenfeng." Qing Yue gritted his teeth and sneered helplessly.

Unexpectedly, Wenfeng, a despicable villain, would tamper with the wedding banquet.

Although all the guests in the house were aware of the abnormality, they were confused and didn't know what happened, and they didn't dare to disturb the joining ceremony of Daoist Juechen.

Controlled by Puppet Silk one after another, according to Wenfeng's intention, he obediently walked up to the saluting platform with him.

The limbs are beyond his control, but he now knows what he should do.

Wenfeng has turned him into a puppet and a chess piece since Anshui Village, playing with him at will, and he will never let the other party manipulate him.

"Don't move around." Wen Feng noticed the continuous resistance, and smiled helplessly, "You know the power of the puppet silk, if you force it, you will be scratched all over by the silk thread."

"I don't want you to get hurt, don't be willful."

Seeing that Lian Lian was still trying to break free, he reminded gently: "Ah Xu, you made an oath. You will stay by my side in this life and the next life, and you will never leave me."

There was a sudden pause in the successive movements.

From the first night between him and Wenfeng, almost every night of cloud and rain, Wenfeng would make him swear various spells and vows: the two of them will live forever, cuddle together and never separate.

Some vows are even so ridiculous that if he has the heart to leave, as long as he stays three feet away from the other party, he will suffer from the pain of burning his heart.

He thought it was Wen Feng's deep love when he was moved, and he thought Wen Feng was worried that after knowing his true nature, he would feel disgusted in his heart.

He also naively thought that he knew him well enough to know clearly that he was a sanctimonious hypocrite.

He didn't hate it, and still worshiped him as a god.

But he never thought that all Wenfeng's rhetoric was just playing tricks on people's hearts.

Wuya takes pleasure in playing with people's hearts.

He already knew that Wen Feng was sinister, cunning, mean and shameless, how could he have the confidence to feel that Wen Feng could only fool others, not him?

He is the one Wenfeng likes to tease the most.

The continuous silent but vigorous resistance stopped suddenly, and Wenfeng let go of the puppet thread a little.

"Officially paying homage to heaven and earth, and signing the Taoist couple contract, we will become Taoist couples recognized by the heavens." Qingya's voice is gentle with a smile, "Eternal life and eternity, join hands to share the wind and moon, and never be separated."

The sharp and cold light disappeared from the eyes one after another, and the eyebrows and eyes carved with gold and jade silently drooped.

When he was in Anshui Village, he failed to save Xiaoling.Xue Songyu and Xue Qiaozhi also died indirectly at the hands of Wenfeng, and he should have sought revenge from Wenfeng.

It's a pity that he is too weak to be Wenfeng's opponent at all.

"Master," Qing Leng's voice was indifferent and calm, without any twists and turns, as if facing a stranger who had never met before, "You saved my life."

"Now, I give it back to you."

Hearing the wind, he was startled suddenly.

He didn't know what he wanted to do one after another, but nothing could make him do it.

The long fingers clenched suddenly, not caring that the puppet thread would be cut one after another.

However, his body began to burn. He may have sworn the same inner demon oath, and he instantly understood Li Li's intentions.

"One after another, stop!"

One after another is the Wuxin Lengyu in the Qianli Ice Field, whose daily emotions are very indifferent.However, once the blood rushes to the head, it is like a snowstorm in the ice and snow, with the sword and halberd swaying, and the murderous aura is overwhelming. (*1)

When he becomes impulsive, he only wants to have a moment of pleasure, and he can ignore everything else.

He can't resist Wen Feng, but he will never let himself be at the mercy of others.

The violent spiritual turmoil also aroused the panic of the guests in the audience.

"One after another!"

"Little song?!"

"Senior brother?!"

Fang Xiu and the others sensed something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to stop it.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

No one expected that one after another would be so resolute that they cut off their meridians without hesitation, so swiftly that people couldn't react in time.

A thumping sound of jade shattering startled all the guests, and after a moment of silence, there was a burst of astonishment and screams.

Wen Feng was stunned in place, Jun Yafeng's eyes were full of unbelievable bewilderment.

He raised his finger to his eyes, tightened it woodenly, a few transparent and hard-to-see puppet threads were wrapped around the slender fingertips, and there was nothing on the other end of the thread.

Daoist Juechen's joint registration ceremony is unprecedentedly grand.The clouds are steaming and the rosy clouds are shining, luxurious and grand.

But at the most auspicious time, an ending that is unprecedented in the past and present is ushered in.

***

The willows of Nagato are tens of thousands of knots, and the wind blows flowers like snow. (*2)

There are 10 families in low courtyards in the small town. There are no fragrant cars and BMWs on the thick and simple stone roads.

On the streets of the busy city, there are wandering birds and warblers chattering nonsense, and in the teahouses under the green silk sash, simple bamboo tables and chairs are placed along the street, and many pedestrians are resting.

Mr. Storyteller knocked Xingmu heavily in his hand, making a muffled sound.

"Two years ago, the unprecedented and unprecedented joint registration ceremony in the fairy world was suddenly interrupted for some reason. All the guests came in high spirits and returned disappointed. What was even more unexpected was that less than a day later, the peak master of Lingyuan and Yan Heavenly Sword Sovereign turned against each other, and Demon Lord Xingyan also started a war with Demon Lord Wuya."

"The situation in the fairy world is changing rapidly. Cangyangzong and Qiantianzong fought again, and many fairy sects were involved. In today's fairyland, there are no three sects, four sects, twelve sects of Taoism, and no nine demon masters of the demon sect. In the past, the three sects of demonism and Taoism have been integrated into one furnace, and there is no distinction between Taoist and demonic cultivators."

"In the Immortal World, there are only Lingyuan Sect, Huantian Sect, and Lingxiao Sword Sect. The three pillars stand together. The other sects are subordinate to them, and they are affiliated to the three sects."

A group of tea drinkers listened to the fairy world gossip with great interest, and someone laughed and asked, "Which sect governs our town?"

Someone replied with a smile: "Our Tengjiang Town is located on an important traffic road, and it has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Today it belongs to Lingyuan, tomorrow it will be occupied by Huantianzong, and the next day it will become the territory of Lingxiaozong."

There was a roar of laughter in the teahouse.

A half-grown boy asked curiously: "What's so ridiculous?"

"Tengjiang Town is located on the border of the first floor of Yantian, and the other side leads to the second floor of Yantian. It is a remote place with little aura." A casual cultivator in the mortal world answered him, "Such a remote town in the mortal world is disdainful for people in the fairy world. Gu, those immortals have no idea that there is such a place in the world."

"Tengjiang used to belong to a little-known third-rate fairy sect. This fairy sect with only a few dozen monks seems to have been included in the territory of the Huantian sect. But Tengjiang, a small town in the mortal world, would the immortal sect be willing to send immortals? It’s hard to say when you come to govern.”

The boy asked again: "The monsters that occasionally appear outside the city?"

"Those came from the second floor of Yantian on the other side of the town. The immortals don't care about it. It's the people in the town who paid for the mortal cultivators to help resist."

The young man nodded half-understood, and continued to relish listening to Mr. Shu's legendary stories about the supernatural powers of the immortals in the fairy world.

After a while, someone laughed and said: "Don't tell me, recently, I often see the streamer of the swords of the immortals flying across the sky. Why is this place really a traffic hub?"

Someone followed suit: "I've seen a lot recently. Could it be that the storybook said, is there any secret entrance to be opened near Tengjiang Town?"

Everyone laughed loudly: "Can there be a fairy family secret near Tengjiang?"

"Some monsters from the second floor came up and built a nest in the wild forest outside the town."

After listening to a legendary story in the fairy world, the tea guests left the teahouse talking and laughing.There is a pastry shop next to the teahouse, and many tea lovers stop by to buy a few pieces.

The pastry shop was booming, and casual cultivators from the mortal world glanced in curiously.

There is no waiter in the small shop, only the boss is standing by the counter, busy packing for customers.

It was a thin young man, wearing black shorts, with smooth and shiny black hair tied in a very simple ponytail with red thread. In the small shop, it stands out from the crowd.

He was wearing black clothes without any accessories, only two circles of red thread were wrapped around his neck, and half a piece of broken jade was tied.Although it was strange, it made the white neck look even more slender.

The boss packed a box of pastries, raised his head and handed it to the customer.

The casual cultivator of the mortal world caught a glimpse of his appearance, and in an instant, he felt that the color of everything in the world had disappeared, and there was only a thick brushstroke in front of his eyes, like a thousand trees blooming.

Loose cultivators have traveled all over the world and traveled to many places, but they have never seen such a pleasing person.

"This is Boss Lu." The half-grown boy happened to be on the same road with him. Seeing his footsteps stop, he introduced: "Boss Lu came here two years ago and opened this Wangji pastry shop here."

"His surname is Lu? Why is it Wangji Bakery?"

The young man shook his head: "I don't know. According to my aunt, he seems to be a fairy who cultivates Taoism. When there are monsters outside the city, he will help deal with them."

Sanxiu thanked the young man, stepped over the gate, and walked into the shop.

"It's a coincidence that the guest officer came." Leng Run's voice was like a clear spring, and the timbre was pleasant, "Today's pastries have been sold out."

Sanxiu was rather regretful: "The business of the shop is booming, why doesn't the boss do more?"

"Handmade pastries require fresh ingredients of the day, and only so much can be made every day."

Sanxiu glanced at the slender fingers that were as warm as jade, quite surprised.

Such beautiful hands should grow in the hands of a high-ranking dandy who is served by hundreds of people. It doesn't seem like he did the work himself.

He smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for tomorrow."

He wholeheartedly wanted to taste what the cakes made by this boss Lu himself tasted like.

After a while, he asked curiously again: "I don't know where Boss Lu used to practice in the fairy mountain?"

There was an indifferent smile on the corner of Boss Lu's mouth: "I entered the Tao by myself with a few mortal exercises, just a casual cultivator."

Both of them could see that the other was a low-level Jindan who had just formed the alchemy for a few years. The casual cultivator thought that his path was the same as his own, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He was about to say something else, when suddenly there was panic and commotion outside the shop.

The servants of the gentry's family in the town hurried over: "Boss Lu, there are a few more monsters outside the town."

Boss Lu nodded: "Understood. I'll go there right away."

Sanxiu also said: "I am traveling all over the world and passing by Tengjiang, I plan to stay here for a while, to cast down demons for the townspeople, and earn some money along the way. I made an agreement with the mayor the day before yesterday, and I can go with Boss Lu today. .”

Boss Lu slightly raised his mouth and smiled indifferently: "Please go ahead."

……

The riverbed of the Tengjiang River is flat, and the gentle river winds around the town from west to east.A few tens of miles outside the town is the fault at the junction of the first and second floors of Xia Tian.

The slow river flows here, and suddenly transforms into a galaxy waterfall, pouring down, stirring up misty water smoke.

On a huge boulder on the shore, sat a young man in white clothes.

He sat on a high stone top, with his long legs hanging down naturally, and his idle posture revealed a bit of coldness and hostility. He was dressed in golden dragon patterns, lifelike and intimidating, making people involuntarily fearful.

A monk stood under the stone, bowed his head tremblingly and said, "Master Fang, I still haven't found it today."

"If you don't find it, keep looking." The clear boy's voice was impatient, "Don't bother me until you find it."

The monk didn't dare to say any more, he flinched and bowed to leave, and was called back after taking a step.

"Where are those people Liu Chang sent?"

"A sect affiliated with Huantianzong also sent Yuanying here, and they arrived outside the town early this morning."

Juanxiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and they glowed with a cold and cruel light like a poisonous snake: "If you see it, kill it, if you can't beat it, call me."

The monk kept making noises.

Several streamers of light suddenly flew out from above the small town, Fang Xiu frowned slightly: "What's going on in the city?"

"This is located on the border, and there are no monks from the town. The mortals in the town spend money to invite casual cultivators from the mortal world to drive away the monsters. During this period of time, the spiritual energy has changed, and the activities of the monsters have also become frequent. Many even ran up from the second floor. of."

The monk asked tremblingly, "Master Fang, shall we help them expel the monsters?"

Voiceless and cold: "A group of ants, don't care what they do. Don't waste the time looking for things."

The monk resigned in fear, and once again went to the dense forest on the bank of the Tengjiang River.

Following the fault and going upstream for tens of miles, there is a jungle near Tengjiang Town.

The gang of casual cultivators in the town repelled a few monsters approaching the town, and began to peel and cramp, carve up all kinds of materials for refining medicine and equipment from the monsters.

Seeing Boss Lu standing still on the periphery, Yi Sanxiu asked curiously, "Boss Lu, you don't want these materials?"

He was afraid that the other party would not know, so he kindly made a point: "There is a big town five hundred miles away, and there is a fairy family's trading market in the town, and these monster materials can be exchanged for spirit stones."

Then exchange spirit stones for various immortal skills, magic tools or elixirs, which is the way for casual practitioners to practice.

Boss Lu smiled lightly and shook his head: "I don't need it."

A monk next to him smiled and said: "Boss Lu's pastry business is his main business, and he just helps out by expelling monsters."

"When monsters enter the city and hurt people, mortals can no longer leisurely buy pastries from Boss Lu's."

A group of people joked a few more words, talking and laughing, suddenly a group of monks descended from the sky, all wearing uniform Taoist robes, one could tell at a glance that they came from a certain immortal sect, not casual cultivators.

The immortal cultivator swaggered over the group of casual cultivators, "What are you doing?"

Yi Sanxiu explained the situation to them.

When the monks of Xianmen heard that they were helping mortals to eliminate demons and collecting gold and silver from mortals, their attitude became even more disdainful: "We have to do business here during this period of time, and this forest is not allowed to come again."

The casual cultivators were angry in their hearts, but they didn't dare to offend them easily, so they had to leave angrily.

"Stop." A cultivator from the Immortal Sect suddenly stopped Sanxiu, "What's your name?"

Several of his classmates followed his gaze, and their eyes lit up.

I didn't expect to meet such a pleasing person in this place where the birds don't shit.

"Don't go back to the city." A monk smiled affectionately, "I will stay with us in the woods for a few days, and I will take you with me when we are done. From now on, you will follow us and let you become a monk of the great sect. Help the powerless and powerless casual cultivators to join forces."

The casual cultivators did not expect that this group of immortal cultivators had such dirty minds, it seemed that they were used to domineering and domineering.

Several people held swords in their hands and stared angrily.

The monks of Xianmen didn't pay attention to this group of low-level casual cultivators at all.

One person stretched out his hand towards Boss Lu, and said with a wry smile: "We are members of Huantianzong. Our suzerain, have you heard of the name Yantian Sword Master..."

The hand reaching for the sharp jaw suddenly paused in the air, and after a moment, it hung down powerlessly.

The thin blade pierced his throat, the silver tip glinting in the sun.

The monk of Xianmen froze in place for a moment.

No one expected that this skinny casual cultivator would dare to kill someone directly.And the attack was so swift and fierce.

Boss Lu withdrew his sword and said indifferently, "I've never heard of it."

The monks were furious and drew their swords one after another, trying to take this person down.

After a while, there were a few more corpses with clean wounds on the ground.

The few remaining monks of Xianmen were terrified and backed away again and again: "Don't, don't come here."

It's just a low-level golden core monk, why are so many of them added together, they are not his opponents.

Suddenly, a puff of blue smoke surged up, and then it turned into a human form.The aura of heaven and earth flowing around suddenly stagnated——a Nascent Soul cultivator came.

"what happened?"

Yuan Ying frowned as he looked at the corpse of the cultivator under his door.

"My lord, he, he..."

"What about him? He can't even beat a few golden cores, a bunch of waste." The venerable glanced at the few casual cultivators arrogantly, never thinking that some ants in the borderlands would want him to do it himself.

When his lofty gaze fell to kill the casual cultivator under his sect, his expression froze for an instant.

"you you……"

Several casual cultivators from the mortal world never thought that Venerable Nascent Soul would come here, and they all thought that their lives were not long.

But he saw the other party staring at Boss Lu with a panicked expression, as if seeing a ghost in the daytime.

A few people don't know, so: "Boss Lu, this is..."

What's happening here?

Boss Lu turned a blind eye to Cultivator Nascent Soul, put his sword back into its sheath calmly, turned around and prepared to return to the city.

"You, wait, you, wait..."

Cultivator Nascent Soul spoke incoherently, and seemed to want him to wait, but he didn't even dare to speak loudly.

At this moment, another ray of sword light, like wind and lightning, descended from the sky with the force of a thunderbolt.

The casual cultivators were shocked—another Nascent Soul came.

A boy in white clothes appeared in front of everyone.

He glanced at Huantianzong's Nascent Soul with contempt, with a cruel and cold smile on his lips.

But after seeing the other party's expression of seeing a ghost during the day, he was slightly puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Yuan Ying still stared at Boss Lu anxiously: "He, he..."

"He what?" Fang Xiu turned his head with a cold sneer, and frivolously looked at where the other party was pointing.

It was funny in my heart, what could scare a Nascent Soul cultivator under Liu Changji into such a state.

But when he saw the person he was pointing at, like the other person, his three souls and seven souls seemed to be separated from his body, and he was in a panic for an instant.

Fang Xiu's heart was beating wildly, his blood was boiling like burning, and he was afraid that what he saw was just a phantom that he thought about day and night, and he was easily disturbed like a dream he saw every night.

Dreams do not come to fruition, and the lights turn to embers.

Her lips moved a few times, but she still didn't dare to say the name that was written thousands of times with painstaking efforts.

The casual cultivators have never seen the Nascent Soul with their own eyes, and they don't know who these two Nascent Souls are.

But the two venerables looked at Boss Lu with such strange expressions, they couldn't help being curious: "Boss Lu, do you know them?"

Boss Lu shook his head indifferently: "I don't know."

After finishing speaking, he flew straight to Yujian in the city without looking back.

The casual cultivators didn't know what happened to the two Nascent Souls, but they froze in place without saying anything, and they didn't seem to want to hold Boss Lu for killing their disciples.

A few people didn't know, so they looked at each other and left.

Fang Xiu came back to his senses and hurriedly followed.

The other Nascent Soul wanted to follow subconsciously, and stopped after moving.Should he return to Huantianzong immediately and inform the suzerain of this matter?

But what if it is not, he made a mistake, and the Suzerain was furious.

He took two steps forward, then two steps back, and after a while, he eagerly said to the monks under his door: "I'll follow Fang Xiu, and you all return to Huantianzong immediately, and wait for my message."

"If so, report the matter to the suzerain immediately."

The two Huantianzong monks looked at each other.

what is itWhat else do you want to report? ?

Fang Xiu felt uneasy, followed behind a few casual cultivators, wanted to call out a few times to stop them, but was too timid to speak because of emotion.

The casual cultivators were worried, not knowing what this Nascent Soul was following them.

Boss Lu was as ignorant as he flew towards the town with a flat expression and unwavering gaze.

Fang Xiu regained his composure, summoned up courage and whispered, "Xiao Qu'er..."

The other party seemed to have never heard of it.

He took a deep breath, flew to the front of the opponent, and stopped him: "One after another."

Boss Lu stopped in his tracks and glanced at him indifferently: "You know me?"

Fang Xiu was startled: "You..."

"My lord, did you recognize the wrong person?"

A pillow of lovesickness, how can a person who dreams every night admit his mistake.

Can there be two identical successions in this world?

Fang Xiu sighed slightly, and asked cautiously: "Xiao Qu'er, are you still angry?"

After speaking, he laughed at himself.

How could you not be angry.That day when he cut off his meridians so resolutely, he must have hated them extremely in his heart.

One after another expressionless: "I don't know you."

"I don't remember anything from my past."

Junxiu's bright eyes suddenly widened.

One after another, amnesia?Because of the self-cut meridian?

He looked at the other party suspiciously, wondering whether he really lost his memory, or pretended not to know himself.

Just now, my mind was shocked, and I will continue to look at it carefully in the future.At this moment, looking at the person carefully from top to bottom, he suddenly saw the half piece of broken jade on Bai Run's neck.

A fresh and cruel cold light flashed in the clear eyes.

He recognized this piece of jade.It was given by the person surnamed Xue.

No wonder they cut off their meridians one after another at the registration ceremony, but suddenly disappeared at the last moment, whereabouts are unknown.

Even though he has become a Taoist couple with Wenfeng, he still keeps this piece of jade in his Qiankun bag and carries it with him.

There is a teleportation spell on this piece of jade, which can teleport people away in critical moments.

The magical implements of low-level monks can only be used once, and will shatter after use.

Teleportation spells are nothing new, and ants can't use any superb means.

...It's just that they suddenly disappeared one after another, and they have been searching day and night for the past two years.It's a pity that I have searched many places and still haven't found any traces.

Unexpectedly, he was teleported here.

A remote mortal town that is not recorded on any fairy gate map, only those lowly mortal casual cultivators will know.

They bypassed Fang Xiu one after another, ignored the group of casual cultivators who didn't know the situation, and flew straight back to their residence.

After landing, he glanced suspiciously at Fang Xiu who had followed all the way: "My lord, please don't trespass on my house."

Fang Xiu looked around for a week.This is an inconspicuous small courtyard, with a small shop facing the street in the front and only a low bungalow in the backyard.

One bedroom, one kitchen and nothing else.

"You live here?"

One after another is a treasure that has never been seen in the world. They should live in Zhongling, a place with beautiful mountains and green waters, and enjoy the most luxurious wealth and glory in the world.

They should not stay in such a narrow and simple mortal courtyard.

With a clear voice, he smiled coldly: "Otherwise?"

Fang Xiu didn't answer in silence, and followed him into the courtyard.

"My lord, this is my room."

"You really don't remember me?"

One after another expressionless: "I don't remember."

If you really don't remember the past...

With a thought in Fang Xiu's mind, he suddenly had an earth-shattering whimsy.

He took a deep breath: "I am your Taoist companion. We used to..."

"This venerable," Shu Leng said with a slight sneer in his voice, "Although I don't know you, I know that it is absolutely impossible."

He looked at each other coldly: "I don't remember the past, if we had known each other..."

"I must have hated you before."

Fang Xiu's heart skipped a beat.The detached tone of voice was like a soft thorn deeply and ruthlessly inserted into the apex of his heart. Warm blood spewed out, and was instantly frozen into ice by the frost knife and wind and snow. breathe.

Whether you really forgot one after another, or pretended not to know, this sentence must be the truth.

"Xiao Qu'er," it took him a long time to concentrate on relieving the pain and cold in his heart, "One after another, follow me."

"You have been seen by many monks, Wenfeng will come soon. You don't want to see him again, I will take you away from Xia Tian."

After looking at him coldly for a few breaths, he smiled indifferently: "I don't know what you are talking about."

He turned and walked through the door, closing the thin wooden boards hard.

The slightly trembling wooden door shook off a few dust particles, revealing a voiceless and cold tone: "I'm just a mortal, I hope His Majesty will stop disturbing my life."

Fang Xiu stood at the door with downcast eyes, his five fingers clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.The slender figure cast a long light-colored shadow on the rough stone slab, showing a bit of loneliness.

He has seen that one after another is not amnesia, but just pretending not to know.

He didn't want to see any of them again one after another, he wanted to cut off everything in the past.

Cut off all the past, and no longer have any connection with it in this life.

***

The willow catkins are flying around, white before the snow, and the shadows of the trees are singing.

Both sides of the ancient streets of Tengjiang Town were full of people who had stopped.

No matter men, women, old or young, rich or noble country gentry or poor peddlers, even if no one is shouting, pedestrians passing by this street at this time will consciously stand by the side of the street to avoid an empty avenue.

The townspeople couldn't help lowering their heads, and even the most talkative and loudest person in the town usually fell silent in fear.

There were a few monks in splendid clothes walking on the street.

The head of the man is of extremely tall stature, with long hair not tied up, a few strands of hair on the sideburns naturally hanging down his shoulders, swinging a little leisurely.The placket was not fastened, and the neckline was loose, but it didn't look sloppy at all. Instead, it exuded an elegant and domineering kingly air.

He had an extremely handsome face, and Lifeng stared at him with arrogance. A glance from the corner of his eye, his natural majesty could make people feel uncontrollable fear.

A group of people strode along the main road to the Wangji pastry shop in Xicheng.

The shop was crowded with people, Boss Lu couldn't do it alone.

Fengmu glanced coldly and proudly at the followers behind him.

Followers understand, immediately enter the store.Suddenly a few domineering monk men came, and the mortals felt a chilling chill instantly, and ran out of the shop as if fleeing for their lives.

The patisserie full of customers is suddenly empty.

"I want everything in the store." Gao Hua Yayin let out a bit of chill, "Today's, tomorrow's, and everything in the future, I will buy everything."

Boss Lu gave him a cold look: "Not for sale. Please come back."

"Axu." The cold voice sighed silently, "I miss you so much."

He didn't look at him one after another: "I don't know you."

"I know you don't want to see me." Wenfeng's mouth drooped slightly, "But my sword is here with you."

"You also know that it is my natal sword. It is connected with my heart and blood like a half body. It is very important to me."

"As long as you are willing to return him to me, I guarantee that he will never appear in front of you again from now on."

After being silent for a while, he took out his divine sword from the Qiankun bag: "Get lost."

The corner of Wenfeng's mouth turned up suddenly: "You said you didn't know me. Now I remember."

Jing Diao frowned slightly: "You said just now, as long as you take back the sword..."

"It's not that many people have told you, don't believe what I say."

He looked coldly at the despicable and shameless person in front of him one after another, and remained silent.

Wen Feng smiled softly, his eyes overflowing with affection: "I promise, this is the last time I will lie to you."

"From now on, I will present the most authentic posture in front of you, and I will never tell you a single lie."

He stretched out his long fingers towards the exquisitely carved cheeks: "Xu, you've lost weight."

They slapped his hands away fiercely one after another: "Get out."

Wen Feng was stunned for a moment, then raised his mouth indifferently, and took a piece of pastry into his mouth without the boss's consent.

After a while, he teased lightly: "There is a beauty here, and I will never forget it when I see it. If I don't see her for a day, I will think like crazy." (*3)

"You and I have been separated for 730 five days. I think about it day and night, and I can't sleep well. Go back with me, otherwise..."

With a gentle smile, she said the creepy horror: "Everyone who eats the cakes you made will die a miserable death."

He looked at him coldly for a moment one after another: "Go and kill."

He will no longer be threatened and persecuted by him.

Wenfeng's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he smiled again: "I won't do anything you are unhappy with."

He seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "Going straight out of the city is the second floor of Yantian?"

I don't know why he suddenly asked this question one after another. Before he could react, his fingers were tightly clasped, and he flew off the ground in an instant, and was forcibly pulled out of the city.

The power of half-step transformation of gods, even on the second floor of Xia Tian where the spiritual energy is thin, can rely on the full spiritual energy in the sea of ​​​​qi to fly through the clouds.

Unable to break free from the other party's imprisonment one after another, being raped