The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

"It seems that I am not very likable." Fu Chen's voice was soft and slow, like silk sliding across the skin, but it made people feel an invisible oppression.

He seemed to be downplaying the responsibility and putting the blame on himself, but his words intentionally or unintentionally pushed Lu Ciyan to the center of public opinion, making Lu Ciyan the target of public criticism, allowing others to point fingers at him and talk about him.

At this moment, some sharp-minded people in the crowd had already noticed that something seemed to be wrong.

Fu Xu walked forward with a smile on his face, and without hesitation, he protected Lu Ciyan behind him.

He said to Fu Chen with a smile on his face, "Master Fu Chen, please forgive me. My little Junior Brother is still young. He just turned ten and is not very sensible. It's also our sect and Senior Uncle Xinglan's fault for spoiling him."

Although Fu Xu's words seemed to be an apology to Fu Chen, his implication was that he was indirectly acknowledging to everyone the master-disciple relationship between Lu Ciyan and Taoist Xinglan.

At the same time, he was also quietly hinting to everyone present about the important position Lu Ciyan occupied within the sect and in the mind of Taoist Xinglan.

In this case, if anyone still dares to continue to stand on the moral high ground to accuse and criticize a ten-year-old child, they will undoubtedly put themselves in an embarrassing situation of being unkind and unjust.

Fu Xu glanced at the disciple who was chatting and laughing with him just now without leaving a trace. In the blink of an eye, he stood on the opposite side of him. It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel uncomfortable, but it was understandable.

After all, these people do not belong to the same sect as himself.

For everyone in the Yuling Sect, safeguarding the interests of their own sect is a matter of course.

As a well-known and outstanding figure in the world of immortal cultivation, Taoist Master Fuchen's prestige and strength are enough to make people admire and follow him.

So it didn't seem surprising when they chose to stand on Fu Chen's side.

But we don’t need to communicate anymore in the future.

Fortunately, his fellow disciples in the sect were still clear-headed and able to work together and unite when facing foreign enemies, which gave him some comfort.

At this time, Fu Chen's voice sounded again. He pretended not to care anymore and said generously: "Xing Lan's disciple is naturally my disciple. How can I blame him?"

"If anyone is to blame, it's my fault for being rude and suddenly scaring my little disciple."

Taoist Fuchen openly followed suit and called Lu Ciyan his disciple, as if he intended to put himself and Lu Shi on an equal footing, in an attempt to narrow the distance between himself and Lu Ciyan and win his favor.

But little do they know that this will backfire.

Lu Ciyan frowned fiercely and immediately retorted: "I only have one master."

"No problem, children are just like that."

Fu Chen had a gentle smile on his face, and seemed to admire Lu Ciyan quite a bit, but Lu Shi could see his inner calculation and control from his slightly lowered eyes and the occasional sharp flash of his gaze.

He is really good at pretending, even better than him. Such a person is really not worthy of his master.

Fortunately, Master doesn’t like him.

Thinking of this, Lu Ciyan's brows relaxed and a relaxed smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his lips.

The Taoist couple ceremony began soon and the crowd slowly dispersed.

As the younger brother of the heroine of this Taoist couple ceremony, Fu Chen naturally cannot stay here.

But before leaving, he turned his head slightly to look at Lu Ciyan, his eyes flickering slightly, revealing a creepy chill, but before being caught by Lu Ciyan, he returned to his usual gentleness.

The Taoist Companion Ceremony is an extremely solemn and sacred ceremony in the world of immortal cultivation, symbolizing the two cultivators' vow to be in harmony with each other and to share life and death.

The sky is full of rosy clouds, the sea of ​​clouds is rolling, and cranes are circling above the nine heavens, singing clear and melodious calls.

In front of the sect's main hall, a high platform stood tall, covered with magical flowers and herbs, and the fragrance was lingering, as if the heaven and earth were blessing this ceremony.

On both sides of the platform, the elders of the sect stood in rows with solemn expressions, holding magical instruments in their hands that symbolized the laws of heaven and earth, emitting a faint light.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of bells, two monks dressed in gorgeous clothes walked slowly onto the platform. Their steps were light and firm, and every step seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth. A faint aura surrounded their bodies, making them look sacred and solemn.

Taoist Jiuyi and Taoist Fuliu stood opposite each other. When their eyes met, they raised their hands at the same time, and their fingertips touched. A ray of spiritual light flowed from their fingertips and turned into a dazzling halo, enveloping the two of them.

They simultaneously recited their vows and exchanged tokens. As their vows were completed, a brilliant light suddenly shone in the sky, as if the heavens and the earth were responding to their vows.

Then the sect elder stepped forward, holding a magic weapon, and gently waved it. A ray of spiritual light sprinkled on the two of them, symbolizing the sect's blessing and protection.

The whole ceremony was solemn and sacred. The monks around stood solemnly, their eyes full of envy and blessings.

Lu Ciyan did not hesitate to offer his blessings to them. After all, only if the two of them lived well, would the Taoist Jiuyi not miss his master.

But that Fu Chen...

There is no possibility for him!

After the ceremony, Lu Ciyan wanted to leave, but the sect elder came to him with the protagonist of the ceremony, "This is the disciple of Taoist Xinglan, named Lu Ciyan."

Taoist Fuliu was wearing a light blue long dress, her face was as beautiful as a painting, and her eyebrows and eyes were like distant mountains.

Hearing this, she looked over in surprise, "It seems Xinglan really cares about this disciple. We even have the same last name."

The sect elder responded, "Daoist Lord Xinglan really likes him, and he was specially brought back from the mortal world."

"Oh?" Daoist Master Fu Liu was amazed. "So that's the case. What about his talent?"

The elder seemed a little embarrassed to speak, "It's a fake spiritual root."

"Fifth level of Qi Refining, not bad at such a young age." The voice of Taoist Fuchen, who was standing behind Taoist Fuliu, rang out.

It seemed like he was really praising her, but only Fu Liu, her elder sister, knew that he was being sarcastic.

She silently gave her brother a glare, signaling him not to go too far.

Then Fu Liu turned around as if nothing had happened and continued to have a lively conversation with the elder.

As for Lu Ciyan, she ignored him without leaving a trace.

She and Daojun Xinglan were love rivals in the past, so it was impossible for her not to blame her.

But even so, with Fu Liu's temperament and pride, she naturally disdains to embarrass a young kid.

But it is impossible to be nice to the other person.

Lu Ciyan didn't really care about the indifference of the people around him, but he now regretted that he shouldn't have followed them.

It's not as fun here as practicing sword with Master at Xinglan Peak, and I have to be surrounded by people and looked at like a monkey.

He was about to run away and go out for some fresh air.

As for Fu Xu, the elder who led the sect was his master, so it was impossible for him to run away with him. He had no choice but to watch Lu Ciyan escape alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, Fu Chen followed him, grabbed his collar and took him to a remote and deserted place.

After his collar was loosened, Lu Ciyan took a few steps back with a wary look on his face, putting some distance between him and him. "What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, little one, I just want you to do me a favor."

Fu Chen changed his gentle demeanor. The corners of his eyes turned red and turned up slightly, revealing a hint of strangeness. "Can you please tell Xing Lan a message for me?"

Lu Ciyan's first reaction was to refuse.

But he quickly realized that a wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him. After all, it was up to him to decide whether the master could hear him or not.

So he nodded obediently.

Fu Chen was a little surprised to see him agree so readily, but he didn't say anything and just gave him a wooden sculpture.

It is a wooden sculpture of a nine-tailed fox.

"This wooden sculpture has something I want to say to Xinglan. She knows how to use it. Thank you, my little apprentice."

As he spoke, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his lips. His fingertips casually hooked a strand of hair on his shoulder, entwining it between his fingers and playing with it. His tone was light and airy: "You won't let me down, will you?"

"No." If not, then something strange would happen!

Lu Ciyan stared at the other party, then threw the wooden sculpture in his hand away.

The exquisite and small wooden carvings broke the moment they hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

But who knew that Fu Chen would change his mind halfway and just happened to see this scene.

He tilted his head and chuckled, his scarlet tongue licking the corner of his lips, "Little guy, if you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty wine."