Hachishomon

Nian threw down his sword and pinched a fairy formula to try to resist it, but before he finished reciting the formula, the fireball had already engulfed him.

This will-o'-the-wisp was too powerful, Chu Huanian closed his eyes and thought resignedly, it's over.

However, before the will-o'-the-wisps burned his hair, the scorching heat all over his body suddenly disappeared.

The belt around Chu Huanian's waist suddenly broke and slid off his body. The star threads wrapped around his hands also turned black and turned into ashes and were blown away by the wind.

It was the belt that saved his life.

The demon on the opposite side crossed his hands again, and two ghost fires ignited from his hands.

Chu Huanian quickly picked up the broken sword and blocked it in front of him, only to find that the figure of the demon had been slashed and scattered.

A young man in white walked up to him, put his palms together and asked, "Young Master Chu, is there a serious problem?"

The second time Mr. Chu saved his life and came back, he was stunned for a long time before realizing that he was still alive.

"...It's okay, who is the fairy friend?"

The young man in white clothes was handsome and calm, and said: "The great mage protects Bodhizi, the shikigami, the mage has exorcised the demons, Mr. Chu, please follow me back."

☆, trip to the peak 【[-]】

The second time Mr. Chu saved his life and came back, he was stunned for a long time before realizing that he was still alive.

"...It's okay, who is the fairy friend?"

The young man in white clothes was handsome and calm, and said: "The great mage protects Shishen, Bodhi son, the mage has subdued the demons, Mr. Chu, please follow me back."

The star wire is broken——

Lu Wangchuan looked at a star thread that suddenly burst in the astrolabe, and then moved the astrolabe to find Chu Huanian's star.

Fortunately, the star of life is still there, but it is flickering, it seems that he was only seriously injured.

It's just that the last protective talisman he left on Chu Huanian's body was broken. If Chu Huanian was in any danger, he would be far away from the emperor, so he couldn't care about it.

In the past few days, Mu Youcai has been calculating the situation in the South China Sea on the hexagram, so it can be said that he knows everything well.

A quarter of an hour later, Mu Youcai walked out of the room holding the hexagram plate, and said to him, "The disaster is over, the South China Sea is safe for now, and we are cleaning up the mess."

Lu Wangchuan sat under the sycamore tree and sewed dolls. Hearing this, he didn't show much joy, and said calmly, "Where's senior brother?"

"It's safe, I'll be back in a few days"

Lu Wangchuan sewed the cloth clumsily: "Does that mean they won't be able to come back tonight?"

"There are still some evils that need to be dealt with. If the Nanhai fiefdom is broken, it is easy to cause troubles again. Don't be sloppy."

Lu Wangchuan nodded, tilted his hand, and the needle pierced his finger, and blood dripped immediately.

Lu Wangchuan hissed and put his fingers in his mouth.

"what are you doing"

Mu Youcai sat down next to him, and looked through the needles, threads and rags on the table. There were also two crooked dolls lying in the cloth with their limbs twisted.

He pointed to a looming astrologer in the yard, and pointed to the darkening sky.

There are only a few stars in the sky, and those few stars are entangled by the stars on the ground, flickering and dimming, and seem to be restless and want to escape.

Mu Youcai frowned, his already solemn face became deeper now, as if someone's father had died.

"...Just now I also calculated that there was a fluctuation in the direction of the mountain. I thought it was because I was thinking too much. Now it seems that there is indeed a strange noise."

Another shoddy little doll was sewn, and he was drawing the nose and eyes with a charcoal pencil: "You're right, just tonight." He said with a smile: "I also said that Yukun Mountain has been empty for two days. Taiping, it turned out to be a trick to lure the snake out of the hole and knock the mountain to shake the tiger.”

The two sat opposite each other, one with a dejected look, and the other concentrating on sewing the villain, which was really weird.

So when Luo Yutang came back with a basin of washed clothes, he asked, "What's the matter, what is Wang Chuan doing?"

Lu Wangchuan shook the little puppet in his hand, and said with a smile: "Tie a puppet to play with."

Luo Yutang shook her head and dried the clothes in the yard.

Lu Wangchuan turned his head and glanced at the sycamore tree behind him.

The flowers on the sycamore tree were almost withered, and at this moment the last sycamore flower tremblingly floated down from the branch, its gesture was rather reluctant.

“Night is coming soon”

Lu Wangchuan nodded: "Yes."

Then I tapped the sewn dolls, three, and after thinking about it, I bit my finger and dripped a few drops of blood on each doll.

"Is this your eye?"

Mu Youcai picked up one and flipped through it.

Lu Wangchuan saw that his brows were tightly furrowed, thinking that he had missed something, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Youcai looked at it for a long while before saying, "It's too...too ugly"

Lu Wangchuan rolled his eyes, put away the puppet and left.

When it was night after dinner, Lu Wangchuan walked into Luo Yutang's room and said, "Don't go out of the room tonight, come here, I'll draw a circle for you"

Luo Yutang was leaning on the bed and reading a book, and asked, "Is it not peaceful tonight?"

He is smart, and he noticed the abnormality as early as when Lu Wangchuan was a villain.

Lu Wangchuan nodded indiscriminately, pulled out a star thread from the astrolabe, and then pinched it between his fingers, one turned into a handful, and one turned into a large handful, and then threw the star thread on his bed curtain past.

Xingsi entangled his bed tightly, like a big spider web, and couldn't even see the figure clearly.

Lu Wangchuan drew a circle around the bed again, and threw a puppet in the center, and a protective star formation suddenly emerged from the ground.

Luo Yutang was trapped for a few words and couldn't move, she couldn't laugh or cry: "Wang Chuan, this circle is too small"

"I still think it's too big--"

After speaking, he yelled out the door: "Brother Mu, are you okay?"

Mu Youcai appeared at the door: "Well, I have already protected the house."

Lu Wangchuan patted the ashes on his hands, and said: "Don't run around"

Luo Yutang: ...

He had nowhere to run.

"You two be careful"

Lu Wangchuan waved his hand, closed the door and left the yard with Mu Youcai.

At night, Yukun Mountain is very quiet, even the stars in the sky are quietly shining, and the half-round moon gradually pushes away the thin clouds that are as thin as cicada's wings, and the light is faint.

But it was the tranquility that made people feel uneasy.

"Is the back mountain sealed off?"

"Well, except that the mountain gate is protected by magical artifacts, everything is sealed."

Mu Youcai looked sad, and continued, "Wang Chuan, can we hold on?"

Lu Wangchuan stared at the astrolabe in his hand: "If you can't stand it, you can't stand it, just do your best and obey the destiny, and I think I'm already kind enough."

As he spoke, he winked at him, with a strange expression on his face, as if he still had the virtues of childhood.

Mu Youcai smiled: "You always..."

"Shh-"

Lu Wangchuan suddenly signaled him to be silent, his expression became serious in an instant, he raised the astrolabe in his hand and waited quietly.

The intricate star wires were plucked like a row of strings, and at the same time, a star tethered by Lu Wangchuan suddenly disappeared in the sky.

Mu Youcai quickly pinched his fingers and made the final calculation: "There is a change in the back mountain"

And this change was not small, Mu Youcai could feel the hexagram array buried in the geography faintly buzzing, as if telling the master something.

The two looked at each other, and then separated, one flew to the mountain gate, and the other rushed to the back mountain.

Everyone knows that there are three people living in Qingxinyuan, one is sick and two are worthless. If they dare to spread rumors that there are monsters attacking the mountain tonight, they will probably be beaten to death with sticks and thrown down the mountain.

Lu Wangchuan wouldn't take this kind of risk, and if he couldn't keep it, he wouldn't keep it, which was exactly what he wanted.

The plants and trees in the back mountain swayed like ghosts under the blowing of the evening wind. Everything tonight is so unusual.

Lu Wangchuan randomly picked up an open space and sat down. With a shake of his sleeves, countless silver threads flew out from the sleeves, and the star threads flew up to the sky to find their respective palaces with the moonlight dipped in them. hold each other.

The stars on the sky have formed a 39th palace seal formation, and the eye of the formation is Lu Wangchuan who is holding back the astrolabe.

An evil wind came from the ground and seemed to want to rush to Lu Wangchuan, but was blocked by an invisible barrier, and then countless evil winds rolled towards him on the ground in all directions, and they were extremely powerful.

Although the slanting wind was fierce, Lu Wangchuan could withstand it. He silently recited a mantra in his heart, and a burst of light from the enchantment shattered the evil wind on all sides.

However, the protagonist has just appeared on the stage at this time. He is sitting on a clearing in the mountain forest. The black shadows in the forest are swaying, curling and flying flowers and falling leaves.

He opened his eyes and looked, is this a demon who escaped from the South China Sea?It's just some mountain spirit ghosts with small cultivation bases.

A snake demon spit out a message and swam towards him. Although it was a black mang spirit, it had cultivated a beautiful face, but its tail was still there.

"Mr. Wangchuan, why do you..."

This snake demon is really not beautiful, not only is it blue-faced and red-eyed, but also very coquettish.

Before she could finish her sentence, Lu Wangchuan pulled a star thread in the sky and slapped it towards the snake demon. This blow split the snake demon in half, its body and tail were completely separated, and it lay on the ground with disheveled hair and screamed. Call.

Xing Si yanked her head down again, the snake demon was split into four pieces, staring at her red eyes and remained silent.

Seeing this, the other spirits were even more afraid of him, and retreated one after another.

Lu Wangchuan glanced around, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Come here if you don't want to die, just try to use you guys."

Mr. Wangchuan was here, and the mountain spirits and ghosts retreated one after another.

He was a little disappointed, he thought it was such a powerful monster that wasted so much of his energy.

Just as he was about to get out and leave, Mu Youcai heard a voice transmission from his spiritual consciousness.

"Wangchuan, Bamboo Forest Forbidden Land, hurry up!"

It turned out to be a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain? !

Lu Wangchuan's eyes suddenly dimmed, leaving behind a puppet to pick up the astrolabe and rush to the bamboo forest.

"How are you?"

While flying, he asked a question.

Mu Youcai said, "I can still stand it, be careful."

Lu Wangchuan stepped on the treetops and flew to the bamboo forest, and felt the strong evil spirit inside before entering.

Who is this for?Da Si Ming is clearly not in this position.

Before he had time to think about it, Lu Wangchuan grabbed a handful of star threads from the sky and sprinkled them on the bamboo forest. The star threads were entangled on the bamboo, and the sky was suddenly pulled much closer.

The demonic energy was trapped by Xingsi, and he found the owner of the star array in the sky, and they all carried the strong evil energy and charged towards Lu Wangchuan all the way with fallen bamboo leaves!

Instead of retreating, Lu Wangchuan advanced, drilled into the center of the star wire and sat on the ground again, throwing the astrolabe above his head.

The astrolabe did not fall, but spun rapidly on the bamboo forest, and 39 star filaments fell from the whole body, sprinkled on the ground and penetrated into the center of the earth.

There is a formation in the sky, and a formation on the ground. I don't know if it can restrain this group of menacing monsters.

Clouds of devilish energy ran amok in the upper and lower formations looking for a way out, and even the heavenly demon turned into white bones and black robes rushed towards Lu Wangchuan to destroy his formation.

The sound of the demon's bone eroding was close to his ears, Lu Wangchuan closed his eyes tightly and wrapped the star threads into his muscles and bones, but the demon's aura was too strong and his cultivation level was advanced, the light of the star array he planted became weaker and weaker.

Lu Wangchuan cast another curse with his hands flying like flying, this time the star threads that entangled his muscles and bones were tightened by him, not to mention exhausting his true energy, they were about to snap.

Before he knew it, his face was bloodless and his head was sweating profusely, and he didn't expect that he could block them for such a long time.

A celestial demon let out a strange laugh, which was especially creepy in the bamboo forest where the ghostly shadows were dancing.

He leaned into Lu Wangchuan's ear and said, "Mr. Wangchuan, what are you doing—"

A bit of anger rose in Lu Wangchuan's heart. It's Mr. Wangchuan again, he doesn't need to be so polite if he is not familiar with these monsters!

The star whip made of several star wires descended from the sky and lashed at the Heavenly Demon. The Heavenly Demon let out a low growl, and then slammed into his barrier even more swiftly, causing the ground to tremble!

Brother Mu, I can't stand it anymore.

He used internal force in his heart to transmit the sound.

Keep your eyes open and run!

Lu Wangchuan took out the last puppet in his arms and threw it on the eye of the formation. He didn't even take the astrolabe, and Renhuafeng fled.

I don't know how long his star array can last, Lu Wangchuan escaped from the bamboo forest before looking back, just in time to see the starlight disappear in the forest, and the sky and the earth were instantly dark.

Brother Mu!

He hurriedly looked for his natal star in the astrolabe, but he couldn't find it, and it seemed to disappear strangely.

It's not that it's gone, but it's gone. Where did he go?

Lu Wangchuan put away the astrolabe and wanted to go to the mountain gate to find him, completely ignoring that the group of demons in the bamboo forest were attacking Jiuwei faction.

"The person you are looking for is here with me"

whose voice?

Lu Wangchuan concentrated his attention and found that the words were said by a strange bird with red feathers crouching on a branch.

The bird stared straight at him, as if someone was looking at him through its eyes.

"You know who I'm looking for?"

The strange bird didn't move at all, but the sound was indeed made by it, or more precisely, it was manipulated by people.

"A man fighting in front of the mountain gate, if you want to find him, come with me"

The strange bird spread its wings and flew away, its body glowing red.

Lu Wangchuan followed closely without thinking.

Passing through the bamboo forest, the front is the forbidden area.

☆, trip to the peak 【[-]】

The candlelight is cool and the night is not extinguished,

Falling flowers in front of the court are accompanied by autumn rain.

The sound of the bamboo zither flute is unexpected,

I asked you that there is no date for your return.

——Ding Mao Xiao Lang at the age of 34.

The flamingo flew into a dense forest and could not be found. Lu Wangchuan turned to look at the old tree behind him.

These trees seemed to have cultivated their spirits, and moved quietly behind him, forming an intricate formation with branches and branches. Lu Wangchuan took a cursory glance and found that they were only guarding the top of the mountain, not deliberately trying to trap him.

The top of the mountain is a more dense millennium forest, even more aura than Yukun Mountain. Several bamboo houses are located on the top of the mountain, surrounded by tree spirits.

Next to Yukun Mountain, there is such a deep, quiet fairy mountain far away from the hustle and bustle. He has never heard of it in the past few years.

Under the bamboo house on the top of the mountain, there are several steps to welcome guests. On the left side, there are several bamboo pipes to guide the mountain stream behind the house to the small courtyard to form a shallow pond. There are a few brocade fish swimming in the pond, which is very elegant. .

Except for the sound of water flowing in the bamboo pipes, there was no other movement in the small courtyard, it was as quiet as a paradise.

Lu Wangchuan walked up the steps and stopped at the door of a bamboo house in the middle, raised his hand and knocked, but no one answered him, but the kingfisher that flew to the pond to drink water called a few times.

Lu Wangchuan thought for a while, opened the door without authorization, went in to find someone, and said, "Excuse me."

There was still no one in the room, and a white curtain separated the outer hall from the inner room.

He wrapped the star silk in his hands, carefully opened the gauze curtain, took a look inside, but stopped...

There is nothing inside, except that the four walls are full of portraits, and there is nothing in it.

Those portraits filled the wall to the brim without leaving any space, and there were even many on the floor with no place to hang them. It was not that he had never seen portraits before. What surprised him was that all of those portraits were of the same person. He is a man dressed in a chivalrous suit and holding a long sword, looking at Feiyang every time he moves, and the three-foot Qingfeng is fighting for supremacy with the sky.

Where did you see this person?

Lu Wangchuan went in and stopped in front of a portrait. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't remember where he saw him, but saw a poem kicked next to the portrait.

It is said that Mr. Xiao is famous in Wanjia,

Bailu and Jianjia were not seen.

The scrolls are scattered with Jiangnan ink,

Raise the whip to sweep away all the flowers in Luoyang.

Last night we slept together in the moonlight on the Xijiang River,

Today, the two are separated from each other.

Three Lives Three Bodhisattvas,

Ten miles of burial ground and ten miles of flowers.

———Ding Mao 24 years, Ji Xiaolang.

Lu Wangchuan frowned, what Sansheng burial place?

Why is it the burial place of Sansheng again?

He still hasn't even figured out where it is, and this Sansheng burial place has also troubled him for many years, so if he can't understand it, just change it.

He found that there was a poem on each portrait, all kinds of poems were eloquent and eloquent, and there were no less than white poems.

Lu Wangchuan looked over one by one...

Looking up at the sunset alone

Maple leaves and pear blossoms rustle in autumn

The moon always hates being late in the heart of the river

Soul dreams can only follow mandarin ducks

Three thousand six hundred volumes of letter raft

Also wrote "Send Love to Xiao Lang"

———Ding Mao 36 years, Ji Xiaolang.

Last night the westerly wind was full of autumn

Today, the east coast is full of smoke

Didn't know Ma Ke before the court

See all the world against the traveler

———Ding Mao 53 years, Ji Xiaolang.

Spring cold summer warm another year

Whose Swallows in the Cloud Return

Xiaoxiao is far away from the tree three rivers away

Half of the autumn mountains waiting for the setting sun

———Dingmao year 89, Ji Xiaolang.

Ji Xiaolang——

Ji Xiaolang——

Ji Xiaolang——

Ji Xiaolang——

.......

Countless parting sorrows are sent to Xiao Lang with deep affection.

Lu Wangchuan made a rough calculation, from the 24th year of Ding Mao to the present, more than 500 years have passed.

Missing someone for more than 500 years, it seems that the owner here is an infatuated species.

"See what?"

A soft and smiling male voice sounded like a spring from behind, it was the voice he heard in the bamboo forest.

Lu Wangchuan looked back, but there was no one behind him.

A gust of wind lifted the gauze curtain and blew in, pushing Lu Wangchuan out like a few gentle girls, and then the gauze curtain hung down, covering hundreds of pictures of Si Xiaolang in the inner room.

"Aren't you looking for someone? Come here"

Lu Wangchuan walked out of the house, and followed the sound to find the owner of the bamboo house.

I thought it was a girl, but I didn't expect it to be a man.

The man looked at him leaning against the outside, wearing a baggy, half-worn indigo robe, with long hair hanging on his shoulders, with a smile on his lips, two crescent eyebrows with faint green smoke, and a pair of sparkling eyes, The figure is coquettish, very handsome.

It was a very beautiful figure, with his hands folded in his sleeves, he leaned lazily outside the house smiling and saying nothing, his tenderness was like a puddle of water.

Lu Wangchuan bowed his hands to him politely: "Mr. Yurao, where is my brother?"

Glancing at him again, Lu Wangchuan thought, is he a snake demon?Because this person's figure seemed limp and boneless, as if he couldn't stand without leaning against the wall.

However, the gentle and watery Snake Demon Lord is not unable to stand without leaning against the wall. He took two steps forward, but it was as if he was stepping on cotton softly and without strength. Picking up a black rabbit lying at his feet, he asked, "Are you Lu Wangchuan?"

"...Yes, sir."

"don't worry"

Chungu interrupted him with a smile: "I haven't seen a living person for a long time. This place was originally forbidden by the disciples of the Jiuwei Sect. Since you are here, please talk to me."

This is the forbidden area?

Lu Wangchuan glanced around, and returned his gaze to the man. Seeing that his language was kind and gentle, he was not really an evil monster, but the reason why the forbidden area is called the forbidden area is that it cannot be placed in the open. What is taboo?

Why are there so many secrets of the Nine Micro Sect, he must figure out the taboos of this forbidden land.

Lu Wangchuan sat cross-legged across from him, and put on an ignorant face: "This is a forbidden area? Then who are you, sir?"

Chungu glanced at him with a smile, touched the rabbit and said: "What are you doing fake, I know you, if this is not a forbidden area, I'm afraid you won't break in"

Seen through at a glance, Lu Wangchuan stopped pretending and asked again: "Who is Mr.?"

"...I've lost my name a long time ago. The elves on Shibu Mountain all call me Lord Chungu."

"Ten steps mountain?"

Chun Gu let the rabbit go away, and held a bird in his palm, teasing the bird and saying, "I can't go anywhere within a radius of ten steps, this mountain is called Shibu Mountain."

I can't go anywhere ten steps away, so I'm locked in this bamboo house...

And according to the poem on that title, he has been imprisoned in Shibu Mountain for at least 500 years, so why did he attract himself?

Chungu seemed to see what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "I want to ask my little fairy friend for a favor."

Fairy friend?

Lu Wangchuan looked up at him, he is also a monk?

"Sir please speak"

Chun Gu looked at the few brocade fishes in the pond, his eyes were long and empty, as if they were years old, he looked through the light in the pond, and said: "You can also see that I can't get out of this mountain. Because I am boneless and cannot live without the nourishment of the aura on this mountain, I want you to do me a favor."

Boneless?How can a person be without bones?

Lu Wangchuan had a premonition and asked, "What's the matter?"

Chungu suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, I didn't ask you to help me find my bones, I just want to beg you, if one day, someone tampers with my bones, please go around him once."

What he said was so weird that Lu Wangchuan only felt that the clouds and mountains were covered in mist, and he seemed to understand a little bit, so he didn't respond for a while.

Chun Gu stretched out his hand towards him, with a gentle smile on his lips, and his eyes were filled with anticipation: "Please, Mr. Wang Chuan"

Lu Wangchuan frowned, looked at the hand he stretched out in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on his palm: "As long as the master can tell me where the senior brother is, I will definitely agree."

Pure Gu held his hand, lowered his eyes but said nothing.

A wave of true energy flowed from his palm to his chest, and Lu Wangchuan suddenly pulled out his hand.

This man was peeping into his state of mind!

Lu Wangchuan stood up and said coldly: "Sir, what are you doing? It's just a chance encounter. Do you still want to see my past?"

"...Have you ever been to Buzhou?"

Chungu's complexion is still soft, but his eyes are a little unpredictable, before he can answer, he asks again: "When did you go there, and when did you come out?"

Since this person could easily spy on his state of mind, his mana cultivation must not be underestimated. Lu Wangchuan had no place to figure out what the Buzhou state was, so when he saw him asking at this time, he said happily.

"seven years ago"

After he finished speaking, he paused, and said, "It will come out in eighteen days."

Chun Gu smiled suddenly, and said: "Once you fall into an impoverished state, how can you get out after ten or eight days? It's not you who are inside for eighteen days, right?"

Lu Wangchuan waited expressionlessly for his next words.

Chungu smiled and suddenly sighed in a low voice: "You are in the human world, you only know that the sun turns and the stars move for eighteen days, but in the surrounding environment it is eternal night, eighteen days... that is 180 years"

Lu Wangchuan froze for a moment, opened his mouth to say something, but had nothing to say.

Article 180 is 180 years, that is to say, that person has been trapped in a bad situation for [-] years?

It's been so long...

Chungu said again: "Little fairy friend, please concentrate on cultivating the Dharma, and don't let your wild thoughts give birth to demons."

"Demon? What is a demon?"

"Once a monk develops obsessions in his heart, he is a demon. The demon of the impoverished state paves the way. Once a demon is born, he will fall into the impoverished state. Once he enters the impoverished state, he will not be able to get out unless he changes his skin and bones."

Lu Wangchuan laughed: "Nonsense, I'm not..."

He came out, but someone left him there for 180 years, not just 180 years.

However, eighteen days later, when he came back, he just said to himself, let's go.

Why on earth?

Mu Youcai came out of a bamboo room on the left rubbing his head, as if he had fallen asleep.

Mu Youcai couldn't make a fart with three kicks, and his procrastinating and rigid character like an old cow seems to be an advantage now. He quietly walked to Lu Wangchuan's side and thought about each other in silence with them.

When he was about to walk out of this forbidden area and left with Mu Youcai, Chungu said to him: "If you have any difficulties, just come to me."

Lu Wangchuan was absent-minded, nodded hastily when he heard the words, and left.

On the way, Mu Youcai asked him, "Where are you going?"

"...Let's go back first, brother Yutang is still there"

The two took a shortcut and wanted to get back from the back mountain without knowing it, but they were blocked by a little demon on the way.

Lu Wangchuan was very upset, and flaunted his might to the little fox demon: "Go away!"

But the little fox demon followed him reluctantly, grabbing his sleeve boldly.

Lu Wangchuan frowned and looked back, and found that this little demon was a fox demon, only as tall as his waist, with a childish expression on his face, the two fox ears on his head were still flapping, and a fluffy tail dangling behind him Shaking away, the round eyes looked at him timidly.

The other party was cute and harmless, Lu Wangchuan pulled back his sleeves, turned his head and continued walking: "There is no fairy grass for you"

The little fox grabbed his sleeve again, and called softly and softly: "Benefactor——"

When Lu Wangchuan heard it, he turned his head in disbelief: "What did you say?"

The little fox took out a piece of clothing from nowhere and handed it to him, wagging its tail and sweetly called again: "Benefactor"

Lu Wangchuan unfolded his clothes and found that it was the outer shirt he had worn on the fox demon who had been in calamity a few days ago. At this time, it had been torn into rags by lightning. I don't want to admit it.

Mu Youcai stood beside him like a piece of wood, and even if he had thousands of words in his heart, he would scrutinize and sift out one sentence that he had to say, and the rest rotted in his stomach. easy to say.

Lu Wangchuan glanced at it, and threw the clothes back to it in a very wolfish way: "I've got the wrong person."

The little fox followed him stubbornly, as if trying to fix him.

Lu Wangchuan is a little bit upset that doing good deeds every day can still cause trouble.

Seeing that the back door was close in front of him, and the little fox was still following him, Lu Wangchuan turned his head and roared fiercely: "If you don't leave, let the dog eat you!"

After speaking, he grabbed Mu Youcai's arm and flashed, and the man had already entered the door, and another gust of wind blew the back door shut.

The author has something to say: I am incompetent, and the editing and editing of poems are all based on rote, and I don’t know how to write a few sentences by myself, so you have to wait and see.

In fact, the income is raised every day, and people still read what I write. I am already... very satisfied! (Fu Yuanhui's face)

☆, trip to the peak 【[-]】

Back to the Nine Micro Sect, the first thing I saw was a mess all over the place. Many temples were damaged, with only half a fan or pillars left, gray tiles on the ground, scattered swords, and blood.

Lu Wangchuan picked up the open space all the way to Qingxinyuan, Xindao said that there was a lot of trouble last night, and now the Jiuwei faction must have lost its troops.

He was absent-minded all the way, and when he reached the gate of Qingxinyuan, Mu Youcai suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"what happened?"

Lu Wangchuan glanced at him and saw him staring straight ahead, so he followed his line of sight and suddenly smiled.

It seems that the loss of soldiers and generals was serious last night. Hundreds of people were at the gate of Qingxinyuan. They were all in disheveled clothes and were staring at him and Mu Youcai with swords in their hands. Their fierce eyes seemed to be theirs last night. The nine micro factions that attacked.

When Ziweixian stood out from the crowd with an iceberg widowed face, Lu Wangchuan knew what they were going for.

Breaking away from Mu Youcai's hand and walking towards them, Lu Wangchuan no longer put on an obedient and honest smile, Xiao Suo's indifferent eyebrows slanted a few cold lights, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed to temporarily hide the hostility and murderous aura in his heart .

Obviously, this group of people came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

"What did you two do last night?"

Miejue Shitai was extraordinary as soon as he opened his mouth, and raised his sword to point at him.

Lu Wangchuan scanned the people present, his eyes moved a few times, but he didn't speak.

How to say?say what?Said that they went to seal off the eight wildernesses of Yukun Mountain to resist the demons last night?Even he himself couldn't believe it when he said it, not to mention that this group of people had obviously lost miserably, lost desperately, lost madly, covered in hatred and anger with nowhere to vent, and urgently needed to find a scapegoat.

It really hit someone's sword edge, and I didn't even want to be bloodletted.

Lu Wangchuan shook his head thoughtlessly, feeling a bit of liver pain.

"Immortal Elder! Last night, the two of them sneaked out, one went to the back mountain and the other to the front door. They were the ones who tipped off those demons!"

One word stirred up thousands of waves, and everyone criticized the two of them for their shameful crime of surrendering to the enemy and traitorous country.

"The mountain gate and the back mountain are protected by magical artifacts. If it weren't for the spies in the Nine Micro Sect, how could the demons destroy the formation!"

"These two people study crooked ways all day long, and it's unknown what kind of low-level spells they have practiced!"

"They ran out last night, don't they know what it means to have an evil spirit attacking a mountain? It's shameless!"

"Hmph, a villain who works with magic!"

"An unforgivable crime deserves death!"

Lu Wangchuan accepted all these insults without saying a word, only thought that these people really had a magnificent imagination, did they forget that there were two worthless pustules living in Qingxinyuan?

Destroy the array and attract the demon soldiers to invade?It sounds so majestic.

It's also hard for them to figure it out.

Seeing that he was only looking at the sky and wandering around the world, Ziwei didn't pay attention to them, and his extremely rude attitude irritated her even more.

Lu Wangchuan only felt a gust of wind sweeping in front of him, and before he could avoid it, he was kicked over.

Immortal Ziwei was furious, so of course this kick was not polite, and kicked Lu Wangchuan dozens of feet away with a kick full of internal strength.

"Sinister! What else do you have to say!"

Lu Wangchuan fell heavily to the ground, his heart was burning with pain, he waited for a long time before slowly standing up.

Mu Youcai ran over to help him, but he pushed him away without a trace.

"Since the elder has condemned him, the disciple has nothing to say"

Lu Wangchuan looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and said with a smile: "It's just that senior brother misunderstood, I was the only one who went out last night, did that senior brother see the ghost on my body?"

Ziwei turned her head and asked sternly: "Did you see clearly? How many people are there!"

"Here, it's too dark, the disciple didn't see clearly"

"It's all trash!"

Mu Youcai looked at Lu Wangchuan as if his eyebrows were fixed.

Lu Wangchuan said in a low voice: "If you don't stay, they will still embarrass Brother Yutang."

Immortal Ziwei sent someone to imprison Lu Wangchuan in a stone prison, and when the four elders came back, they sent them together.

However, the stone prison has been destroyed, and it is too crumbling to hold anyone.

Ziwei waved his long sleeves: "Shut up in the library and guard it day and night!"

So Lu Wangchuan was thrown into the library, the doors and windows were locked, and only a sliver of sunlight leaked in.

Lu Wangchuan rubbed his heart and walked through the rows of bookshelves. It was a blessing in disguise. Normally, he is not qualified to step into the library. It contains the secret scrolls of cultivating immortals for thousands of years. Normally, he would have to read any secret scrolls of astrology. Rely on Chu Huanian to secretly take it out, wait for him to copy a copy, and then secretly return it.

Lu Wangchuan temporarily forgot his identity as a death row prisoner, and scanned through the rows of books, trying to find the nineteen-style sword manual.

If you don't find it on the first floor, go to the second floor, if you don't find it on the second floor, go to the third floor, and if you don't find it on the third floor.

He threw the ancient books all over the place, searched the library, but couldn't find anything like the sword manual.

Sitting on the ground, Lu Wangchuan felt a little discouraged, wondering if he was going to die anyway, whether he should set fire to the library and be buried with him.

The answer was yes, so the black-bellied fox, who was harmful to others, patted his ass and stood up to look for the firebox. The two long cases lined up in the corner were turned over in a mess by him.

Perhaps these thousand-year-old volumes should not be destroyed. The fire box was not found, but a portrait was found among the stacks of yellowed white rice paper on the long case.

Another portrait, but this one is not Ji Xiao Lang.

Lu Wangchuan was also bored, sat on the floor and spread out the portrait, and saw that it was still a man. The portrait was very old, the upper and lower scrolls were worn and faded, and the paper was faintly yellowed.

What is unusual is that there are bright and yellow cipher texts painted around the portrait. Lu Wangchuan recognizes how many of these texts are cipher texts symbolizing the Nine Micro School, and several of them are embroidered on Chu Huanian's cuff.

But he seems to have seen this ciphertext elsewhere...

Lu Wangchuan pinched his chin in thought, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, remembering that five years ago when he was led into a cave by Qing Ya to learn from his teacher when he first entered the mountain, that cave was full of portraits like this, and one of them was missing. So it looks like this one?

This painting shows a man, a very young man, just barely reaching the crown, wearing white clothes and a white fox cloak, not holding a sword, but standing under a plum tree, twisting flower branches towards the portrait person He raised his eyes and smiled.

Although this man is very young, he is already immortal and agile, extraordinary, with a heroic look in his brows, with the steady demeanor of a young hero.

I didn't do anything else this day, just look at these Immortal Sai characters, and the one in front of me seemed to be his senior from the same school.

Why is this painting here...

Lu Wangchuan suddenly calmed down, looking at the man in the painting who remained silent for a long time, he seemed to be able to see something from it...

His thoughts gradually became diffuse, and Lu Wangchuan didn't notice that the man in the painting raised his lips and smiled at him.

"Hey, wake up, boy, wake up"

Hearing someone calling him, Lu Wangchuan opened his eyes, with a confused look on his face just waking up.

"Are you awake? You didn't come here to sleep"

Opposite him sat a man in plain white clothes, exactly the young man in the painting.

Lu Wangchuan blinked, feeling that he was still in a dream, but this dream was too real.

A small courtyard, a few houses, a courtyard of summer flowers