Hachishomon

Walk over to the long-awaited ancestor worship platform.

Lu Wangchuan watched him insert a stick of incense into the huge three-legged golden tripod from afar, only felt that the figure of this person was familiar, and didn't think about anything else, even thinking about how to sneak down the mountain tonight.

The author has something to say: there is no place for me to say it, so I can only say a few words here, although few people read it, it is just right.

Although I know how much I am, I don’t have any talent or understanding for writing novels, and it’s pretty fucking stupid to rely on my own blood, but I look back at this article of my own. ...is it really that bad?

It seems that it may be possible, but it can also catch the eye, hehe, Wang Po does not praise her own melons, but also praises the melons of the old Wang next door, but the melons of the old Wang next door are chased by a large number of people, saying it is so sweet, envious, and reflect .

Reflection, reflection...Although I am incompetent, it is too late to go back to the stove and reshape. Humans are such a person, and there are only things in their minds. There is no way to dislike yourself. You have to live, maybe It's because I paid too much attention to this article, so the frustration now is really... I started to feel pity for myself.

There's nothing I can do about it, so let's just keep going, with my excess and useless self-esteem, and pity for the words written in my pen, and keep going.

If the carp can't stand up, how can it be said that he will leap over the dragon's gate every day?

swim slowly...

☆、Nine deaths without regret 【[-]】

Lu Wangchuan watched him insert a stick of incense into the huge three-legged golden tripod from afar, only felt that the figure of this person was familiar, and didn't think about anything else, even thinking about how to sneak down the mountain tonight.

After Duan Zhongshu respected the incense, he stepped back and stood quietly holding the Zen staff, with an extra string of Buddhist beads in his hand, slightly closing his eyes and silently reciting the Heart Sutra.

After the four elders offered incense, the guests came forward to offer incense in sequence according to their seniority.

This will be a stinky, lengthy and cumbersome ceremony, Lu Wangchuan had already had a premonition when he saw that the incense burning was getting more and more prosperous, and the people worshiping the ancestors were still going on.

Sure enough, with the low and solemn drumbeat, after the distinguished guests who had finished offering incense retreated to one side, it was the turn of the disciples of the Jiuwei sect.

The disciples of the Jiuwei Sect faced the ancestor worship platform, and they were divided into two square teams on the left and right and stood neatly.

Internally, seniority is also used. As the eldest disciples, Chu Huanian and Zhou Yuelin walked out of the queue, one left and one right. After reuniting, they first bowed deeply to each other, and then walked side by side to the ancestor worship platform. After offering incense, they lifted their front skirts Kneeling down on both knees, he kowtowed three times to the Sanding Incense Burner respectfully, then bowed and retreated to the sides.

The two disciples then walked out of the queue and began this lengthy etiquette...

Lu Wangchuan felt a toothache watching, because he knew it would be his turn in a few hours.

Several ants crawled along his legs, and when Lu Wangchuan crushed the seventh one to death, it was finally his turn.

After making eye contact with the senior brother on the opposite side, Lu Wangchuan walked out of the queue, and then he and he bowed each other's hands and walked towards the ancestor worship platform together.

On the more than 100-step road, Lu Wangchuan lowered his eyes in a well-behaved manner, which can be regarded as decent and honest.

Pick up a stick of incense and light it on the red candle, insert the incense into the incense burner, then step back a few steps with the senior brother and kneel on the ground, kowtow in style.

After this set of etiquette, he did not make a mistake. If he controlled his eyes after the third kowtow, and resisted curiosity and did not glance at the great mage who was turning the prayer beads and chanting secretly, he would be perfect. Retired...

After kowtowing, the senior brother retreated to the side neatly, looked up and saw that Lu Wangchuan was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes were still fixed on the archmage, and he was about to sweat in an instant.

The complexions of the four elders changed, Qing Ya coughed low to warn, while Lu Wangchuan knelt on the ground like he was in meditation and watched Duan Chongshu remain motionless, Duan Chongshu still closed his eyes and meditated on the Heart Sutra.

"Forget River - Forget River"

Chu Huanian had no choice but to remind him aloud, and was also sweating anxiously.

Fortunately, Lu Wangchuan woke up relatively quickly, he gritted his teeth and stood up like an old man, swaying his sleeves, walked to stand behind Chu Huanian, tilted his head and looked at the sky expressionlessly.

The faces of the four fairies all turned green.

The ancestor worship was still going on, and Duan Chongshu and others were welcomed into the long pavilion to continue watching the ceremony. Hundreds of young and valiant young girls from the Nine Micro School gathered in the Yingyang field. Practice uniforms, line up formations and dance swords to add to the fun.

Except for Lu Wangchuan, Mu Youcai and others, the disciples of Jiuwei Sect are indeed quite fairy-like, and the spectators in the long pavilion clapped their hands and laughed and praised the outstanding people of Jiuwei Sect, they are extraordinary.

Da Si Ming even played the piano himself to help the party, and Zan Ming Xianle danced with the crowd in the field. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a royal event.

Lu Wangchuan and others, who could not even look down on the lively ones, sat on the benches on the sidelines and performed the crane ceremony after the long case.

Lu Wangchuan slumped down early, didn't care to watch the sword dance on the field, and held the teacup on the table in thought.

Although it looked a bit similar, he wasn't sure if it was him. After all, seven years had passed, and his memory had blurred a lot. Moreover, that person was obviously a fairy, so how could he be a Buddha.

Furthermore, there was a lacquered Buddha lotus an inch above the forehead of the great mage, and he had never seen a red lotus pattern before. Although it was very similar, it was too different.

Mu Youcai asked him what happened just now.

Lu Wangchuan said that his kneeling legs were numb for a while and he didn't get up.

The crowd performing on the field has changed twice. At this time, the female disciples of Suzaku Palace are dancing to the majestic string music of Da Si Ming.

A dance that breaks the formation seems to have thousands of troops and horses coming from all directions, and the heroine is brave and heroic immediately, and the momentum of dancing a dance with strings and drums is extraordinary and shocking.

Da Si Ming plucked the seven strings with both hands like a shuttle, the sound of the qin was like a marching drum, getting faster and faster, as if she really saw the two armies fighting and fighting, when the battle was raging, she suddenly raised her hand to stop the vibrating strings, The sound of the piano stopped.

The break dance on the field also danced to the end of the song, and a rain of peach blossoms spread among the women in Luo Yi.

This dance was so wonderful that everyone clapped their hands and applauded.

Lu Wangchuan was also happy to see it. He stretched out his hand to catch a peach petal that fell to his palm, brought it to his lips and blew gently, and saw a peach blossom rising from his palm, the petals flew to the sky above the field, spinning There were more and more dances, and suddenly a gust of wind came, and a mighty rain of peach blossoms bloomed.

The women of Suzaku Palace stretched out their hands to pick up the peach blossoms one after another, and the flowers rained down all over their bodies. The scene was picturesque.

A peach blossom drifted slowly into the cup, Duan Chongshu poured the tea into the pond water under the corridor, and smiled at Da Si Ming: "Your piano skills are getting better and better."

Da Si Ming said: "It's not as good as a mage, how about meeting friends with the piano another day, and playing a piece together?"

"it is good"

There was a peach blossom rain, and Lu Wangchuan was very happy in his heart. Even the Mujiazhuang disciples and Jiuwei sect disciples who came up to the martial arts competition on the field were much more pleasing to the eye.

It is said that it is a martial arts competition, but the two people on the field exhausted all their life's learning and refused to lose. In the end, it was the Mujiazhuang who couldn't help it, smiled and said good skills, made concessions, and then retreated. Go to the school grounds.

Then two more people went up, Zhou Yuelin and the female disciple of Suzaku Palace.

Lu Wangchuan carefully observed Zhou Yuelin's swordsmanship, and found that he was indeed worthy of the title of Great Disciple. He was so much better than Chu Huanian. His swordsmanship was exquisite and he had achieved quite a lot in martial arts. Given time, this person is also a capable master.

The female disciple of Suzaku Palace was smart, she gave in early when she saw that she was defeated, Yingying said that she really has good swordsmanship, and then she left the field gracefully.

Zhou Yuelin lost two more people, standing on the court is quite like Dugu seeking defeat.

"Junior Brother Lu, would you be interested in exchanging a few moves with me?"

Lu Wangchuan was eating fruit, when he was called by his name unexpectedly, he couldn't react in time.

Everyone present gloated and looked back at him.

Lu Wangchuan spat out the apricot core and asked Mu Youcai, "Is he calling me?"

Mu Youcai nodded.

"...you're sick"

However, Zhou Yuelin laughed again: "Junior Brother Lu, don't worry too much, you and I won't win or lose as long as we click, it's just to add to the fun."

Lu Wangchuan ate a pipa, neither threw nor threw it, just sat in the crowd for a long time without moving, and Mu Youcai nervously looked at his motionless profile.

Luo Yutang in the front row calmly cast a wink at Chu Huanian in the front row, come out and take care of it, what to do if he gets hurt.

Chu Huanian was also at a loss, thinking what kind of epilepsy this fellow Zhou Yuelin had in the early morning, and it would be fun to pass it on to others!

Standing up in a dignified manner, Chu Huanian was about to have a good laugh and round up the scene for Lu Wangchuan when Juexian in the long pavilion opposite the school grounds spoke, that is, Zhou Yuelin's master.

"Lu Wangchuan, hurry up."

Zhou Yuelin cupped his hands again: "Please, Junior Brother Lu"

Lu Wangchuan glanced at the arrogant fairy in the long pavilion, stuffed the pipa into his mouth, walked out amidst the eyes of everyone watching the show, stood on the field and saluted Zhou Yuelin, and asked, "How do you compare? What do you compare with?" "

Zhou Yuelin drew out his long sword and smiled wildly: "I heard that Junior Brother Lu has a lot of experience in acting swordsmanship recently, so let me teach you a few tricks."

Lu Wangchuan's eyes dimmed. Did someone watch him practice sword while hiding in the back mountain?

The words have come to this point, it would be too pussy to evade, Lu Wangchuan lowered his head to find the branches of the tree, and he couldn't fight him with bare hands.

"Forget River"

Chu Huanian, who was sitting at the forefront, raised his hand and threw his sword to him.

Lu Wangchuan caught it, and the cold sword let out a clang.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Zhou"

Lu Wangchuan was the first to stab him with a sword, but he easily blocked him.

Only then did he realize that Chu Huanian cannot be compared with Zhou Yuelin, what a mistake, what a mistake.

This man's sword wind was fierce, and his sword energy was fierce. Lu Wangchuan was stunned by his sword energy just after taking one move, and his jaw became numb and his legs became unstable. He hadn't cultivated his sword energy yet, so he was obviously not his opponent.

When there is no opponent, he has practiced the two styles of swordsmanship thoroughly by heart, but suddenly confronted with the completely different routine of the unique nineteen styles, it is difficult and difficult, and he can't even draw the sword as fast as him.

Although the wind fell, Lu Wangchuan still slashed and slashed at him, as if he was punching the old master to death.

Zhou Yuelin raised his long sword against the edge of his sword, and the two swords rubbed a silver light. He turned his wrist to lift his sword away, and sneered: "Where did you learn the messy sword skills? It's embarrassing."

Lu Wangchuan used his strength to turn around and stabbed him on the shoulder: "You will never learn."

Zhou Yuelin couldn't dodge it in time, and his coat on his shoulders was torn, and he was furious, and flew towards him without leaving any leeway!

Lu Wangchuan stepped back step by step while holding his sword to resist, and suddenly saw through the moves and routines of his sword, and the moves imprinted in his mind suddenly ordered his body to turn from defense to offense, flying to the point where his sword was separated by the tip of his toes. Behind him, before he could turn around, he swung his sword towards his neck!

Zhou Yuelin felt a cold sword's edge sweeping towards his neck, barely dodged it and said angrily, "What are you doing!"

Finally comprehending the lethality and dominance of the Fuxing Sword, Lu Wangchuan brushed the edge of the sword, and said with a smile, "Isn't it a sparring session? Brother Zhou is picking up some tricks from me!"

As he spoke, he threw out the silver light and cold sword and stabbed at Zhou Yuelin like a mad snake. Those moves seemed to be integrated into his blood and became an inseparable part of him. Chuan's swordsmanship is extremely fast, making it impossible to see through.

Zhou Yuelin saw such an overbearing and unreasonable swordsmanship for the first time, and he was forced to retreat for a while, with cold sweat on his forehead.

With a swipe, Lu Wangchuan picked up the weapon in his hand and took a few steps in the air to force him to the sidelines.

He knew that if he saw a good friend, he would not tear up his face. Lu Wangchuan fell to the ground in a whirl, and saluted him with his sword: "I offended, Zhou..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Yuelin's sleeve flashed a cold light, and a row of silver flew out!

Lu Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, and quickly avoided it, but the hidden weapon came too hard, a silver bullet shot into his arm, and blood burst out immediately.

Lu Wangchuan clutched his arms and took a few steps back, his gaze became extremely gloomy.

"Senior brother Zhou, this trick is too dirty."

Zhou Yuelin staggered Yin Biao between his fingers, and smiled wildly: "You are only worthy of these methods."

Lu Wangchuan's jaw tensed, he took a few steps back again, and then suddenly raised his long sword and swept towards the ancestor worship platform!

A row of flaming red candles in front of the ancestor worship platform were swept forward by his sword wind, and several red candles even hit Zhou Yuelin directly.

Lu Wangchuan quickly cast a Fenghuo Curse, and suddenly a gust of wind blew over and ignited a red light all over the place!

The clothes on Zhou Yuelin's body were set on fire, and he fell to the ground with a strange cry of embarrassment.

The fairy elder in the long pavilion finally jumped up against the case: "Stop the evildoers quickly! What kind of honor are you doing now, honored guest!"

As he said that, Qing Ya slapped his palm to extinguish the burning fire.

Lu Wangchuan sneered in his heart, made another tactic with both hands, and the flames shot up into the sky immediately!

The disciples all exclaimed and dispersed.

Lu Wangchuan drew a star array with his sword pointing at the sky, trying to protect the Fenghuo Curse.

You don't treat me as a human being, why can't I treat you as ants!

"Forget the River!"

Luo Yutang and Chu Huanian ran over to stop him, but they were thrown away by him.

Duan Chongshu in the long pavilion looked at the mad man on the field through several layers of flames, sighed in his heart, picked up the cup and bent down to scoop a cup of water from the pool, then waved his sleeves and sprinkled it into the air.

A heavy rain fell from the sky, quickly doused the fire, and Lu Wangchuan was drenched completely by the sudden heavy rain.

After getting rid of the barrier of fire, Lu Wangchuan stood in the rain and looked at the Buddhist robe in the long pavilion.

Duan Chongshu leaned against the railing, still holding an empty cup in his hand, looked at him from a distance, held out the cup to catch a drop of rainwater, and the clouds cleared and the rain fell instantly.

The rain disappeared without a trace with the fire, as if the madness just now was just an illusion.

Duan Chongshu put the cup on the table and left the pavilion with his Zen stick.

Lu Wangchuan stared at his back, if he didn't dare to confirm it when he burned the incense, then now it seems that he is right!

"Take him down!"

Qing Ya yelled angrily, and Lu Wangchuan was sent to the stone prison.

The author has something to say: Duan Chongshu: I won't be able to cure you, you little bastard before I show my skills!

Lu Wangchuan: Ouch, the mage is as coquettish and magnificent as I am! 【Wang Dalu face】

☆、Nine deaths without regret 【[-]】

"Take him down!"

Qing Ya yelled angrily, and Lu Wangchuan was sent to the stone prison.

The stone prison was cold and airtight, and Lu Wangchuan squatted in the prison obediently without making a fuss. He meditated when he entered, and stayed there until night without saying a word.

Chu Huanian persuaded all the guards to bring food boxes to see him, but he received him coldly.

"What are you talking about! What's the trouble? It's all right now!"

Lu Wangchuan was still meditating with his eyes closed, and said, "He's only allowed to tease me, aren't I allowed to tease him?"

Chu Huanian knew who he was talking about, so he sat down cross-legged opposite him, frowned and said sadly: "Zhou Yuelin's tricks are not right, this time you have annoyed him, he will definitely not let you go easily"

The corner of Lu Wangchuan's lips twitched: "I won't let him go easily either."

"What else do you want?"

Lu Wangchuan stopped talking, opened his eyes and opened the food box, took out a chicken leg and gnawed on it while asking, "Is that great mage gone?"

"Not yet, live in Yunsijian"

After eating half a chicken, Lu Wangchuan wiped his hands on his body and said, "Senior brother, I have to go out"

Brother Fue who accepted his fate: "I'm trying to figure out a way"

Lu Wangchuan intensified, and said with a smile: "Brother, I have to go out now."

"I said I was thinking of a way!"

Lu Wangchuan looked at him with bright eyes.

Chu Huanian frowned. The last time he saw this look in his eyes, he was secretly using Zhenshanmen's formation to practice the star formation, but the formation collapsed and failed. When Qingya was furious looking for the instigator, he begged Pack yourself.

Now it seems……

"Let's switch"

Lu Wangchuan said very brazenly: "I have something important to do, I will come back before dawn and replace you."

Chu Huanian: ...

"Brother-"

"roll!"

Lu Wangchuan picked up the food box and rolled away non-stop, and when passing by the guards, he used a trick to get by.

After leaving the stone prison, he went straight to Yunsijian, avoiding the disciples who were watching the night along the way.

Tonight, the silver plate-like moon and the big star shine brightly on the road, and Lu Wangchuan touched Yun Sijian unconsciously.

Yunsijian is not a courtyard, but a few wooden houses built under two high rock waterfalls, facing the secluded forest and backed by the waterfall, it is really called the Water Moon Cave.

When he slipped in, the wooden house was dark, and under the rustling moonlight, even a lamp was not needed, and a needle could be found if dropped on the bright ground.

No one seems to be there.

Lu Wangchuan walked around the lotus pond next to the wooden house, stopped the sound of waterfalls on both sides, and calmed down rarely.

He just came to the archmage to ask why he was sent here in the first place, and why he left irresponsibly, and there was no news of him leaving as soon as he left, which was really clean and neat.

Lu Wangchuan couldn't help saying a few mean words in his heart, but he didn't know that he was too paranoid and domineering, and even unreasonable.

After waiting for a long time, I heard footsteps gradually approaching, not only Duan Chongshu alone, but also Qingya and Da Siming.

Their voices were clearly audible, Lu Wangchuan wanted to find a place to hide, but there was no wall in sight, so there was nowhere to hide.

Looking down at the bright pool water, Lu Wangchuan panicked and plunged into the lotus pond.

The water ripples slightly.

Qing Ya and Da Siming stopped outside the courtyard, said a few words to Duan Chongshu and left.

Duan Chongshu returned alone with his Zen staff, walked to the door of the wooden house and leaned his Zen staff on the door frame, then took off the Buddhist beads and hung them on the Zen staff, untied his cassock and walked towards the roaring waterfall. When passing by the lotus pond, he stopped and looked back at the circles of ripples on the water.

After the cassock was fastened, he turned back and walked to the edge of the pool, only to see the lotus flowers in the pool swaying gently with the evening wind, spreading out circles of ripples.

He squatted down and knelt on one knee by the pool, covered his sleeve with one hand, and pushed aside a pink and white hibiscus with the other...

A handsome face appeared under the lotus flower, Lu Wangchuan looked up at him, his black hair was soaked in water and hung down his shoulders, the water on his face shone like silver under the moonlight.

A certain person who couldn't hold his breath emerged was soaked in the water, looking at him ignorantly and fearlessly, his eyes stained with starlight were brighter than the light of water.

Duan Chongshu looked at him for a moment, let go of the lotus, and said, "Come out."

I originally planned to clean myself up, but now I have to change the course.

Duan Chongshu turned back and walked towards the wooden house.

Lu Wangchuan climbed ashore, followed behind him with his wet sleeves shaking, twisted his hair with a smirk and said, "I thought you would avoid me or chase me away"

Duan Chongshu picked up the Zen stick and the Buddha entered the house, knocked lightly on the corner, and the wooden house lit up immediately.

A bed, a desk, and a censer with sandalwood burning.

Ascetic?Or Qingxiu?

Lu Wangchuan thought to himself.

Duan Chongshu took off his cassock and hung it on the screen, and sat on the floor beside the table with only a white robe on. arts.

Lu Wangchuan also took off one of his wet clothes and casually threw it on the ground, and found a piece of long brocade to wipe his hair.

Walking across to him and sitting cross-legged, Zan didn't ask questions and plausible words in his heart for a while, watching his grinding hands in a daze.

Is this man really his benefactor?

Lu Wangchuan looked into the blurred candlelight, his eyebrows carved like ice and jade, and the snow-like monk's robe on his body seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, surrounded by frost and fog, cold and cold, his whole person was alienated and indifferent, and he The red Buddha lotus on his forehead was also the reason why Lu Wangchuan didn't dare to be presumptuous.

The scarlet lotus pattern is full of majesty, his black eyes are like cold glass, and his waist-length hair is gone, replaced by a majestic treasure statue, repelling people thousands of miles away.

This person is so strange, the strange Lu Wangchuan almost thinks he has made a mistake. He remembers that this person smiled at him twice. thousands of miles.

Or, he wasn't the only one who changed in the past seven years.

Suddenly, he didn't want to say anything anymore, and even felt that he shouldn't come to him, why should he look for him?Things have changed for a long time, besides, it was just passing by in a hurry.

Duan Chongshu's eyebrows and eyes traced by the candlelight were as deep as a hole in a pool of ice. He copied the scriptures with a brush in his hand, and after copying two paragraphs, he asked, "What do you want to say?"

Lu Wangchuan's eyes moved down and landed on his tightly pressed thin lips. His lips were colorless, as light as a hibiscus.

"...The Archmage left in time, and I didn't have time to thank you in the future"

Duan Chongshu raised his eyes and moved up a few inches, but did not look at him.

"That's not what you meant to say"

Lu Wangchuan was suddenly a little angry, looked at him and gritted his teeth: "You are clearly not like this"

Duan Chongshu stopped writing and looked at him: "How?"

"...No, like this"

A gust of evening wind opened the window and crept in, blowing the candle flames around a few times.

Duan Chongshu stretched out his hand to block the wind, covered the lampshade, and said, "I have mortal statues and Buddha statues. When I rescued you seven years ago, I just turned into mortal statues."

All statues and Buddha statues... How can a person be both a human being and a Buddha?

Lu Wangchuan wiped the ends of his hair with a brocade handkerchief and thought for a while, looking at the exquisite seal script he had written on the paper, he said: "I can't stay here anymore, they won't let me go if I make such a fuss during the day."

As she spoke and glanced at him, the implication was, look at you finding this good place for me, if they don't want me, you still have to accept it.

Duan Chongshu only said: "No"

Lu Wangchuan yelled: "Why not? You don't know how harsh they are to me. It's fine if they don't teach me. They also see Tian'er running on me. They just want to make me run out of time. My senior brothers and sisters...Look! Is there anyone who treats me as a fellow student! What a famous sect, playing these intrigues all day long, it's simply that the whole heart can't tolerate me!"

Lu Wangchuan vomited bitterly, lying on the ground like a rascal, unable to get up.

Duan Chongshu was so noisy that he couldn't write any more. He closed his eyes and sighed, thinking that it would be better to send him away just now.

Seeing him lightly pressing down on the ink tray, Lu Wangchuan was immediately overwhelmed, quietly got up and sat down properly.

Unable to write, Duan Chongshu put down his pen and asked, "Then what do you want?"

That's what I've been waiting for.

Lu Wangchuan secretly rejoiced in his heart, put on an innocent bitter face, leaned forward and grabbed his sleeve and said, "Senpai, I'll go with you, this Nine Micro Sect can't tolerate me at all, I'm here to fix it Don't tell me you're being bullied, you're still wasting your time, I'll go with you"

"...do you know where I am going?"

Lu Wangchuan quickly answered, "I'll follow you wherever you go!"

Duan Chongshu's eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and he looked down at him motionlessly, which made Lu Wangchuan feel guilty, and quietly let go of his sleeve.

"Don't think wildly, and you will be free if you can cultivate the superior state as soon as possible."

Lu Wangchuan saw that it was useless for him to be soft and hard, so he stood up suddenly, threw the brocade handkerchief away, picked up his wet clothes, slammed the door and left.

"Then leave me alone!"

The wooden door was slammed shut with a thud, and the trembling door frame trembled.

Duan Chongshu turned his head and glanced at the closed door, turned his head and sat quietly for a while, picked up his pen and started copying Buddhist scriptures again.

Outside the door, Lu Wangchuan clung to the door like a small thief who slipped through the lock to listen to the movement inside. After listening for a long time, he heard nothing, and shouted again angrily: "I'm leaving——"

Still no one cares about him.

This time, he walked seriously with his sleeves twitched, and didn't stop until he reached the back hill.

Not long after, Mu Youcai arrived as promised with two packages on his back.

"I thought you couldn't get out"

Lu Wangchuan took a package and threw it on his back: "Why, did you get the travel order?"

Mu Youcai nodded and asked, "Wang Chuan, where are we going? Are we not coming back?"

Lu Wangchuan said seriously, "Go to the South China Sea and never come back"

"What to do in the South China Sea"

"Looking for Jiaolong, I always feel that it is strange"

After speaking, he yelled in the direction of a mountain stream: "I won't come back!"

The author has something to say: NONONO, I have nothing to say about this chapter

☆. Peach Blossom Array on Taowu Mountain 【[-]】

After driving all night, he finally left Yukun Mountain far behind. Lu Wangchuan turned his head and looked at the emerald green mountain directly above the clouds. Walking on the edge of the field with the yearning Xianshan, he still seems to be the little boy who fell out of the mud.

However, all this is different from seven years ago, he is still Lu Wangchuan, but Lu Wangchuan is not just Lu Wangchuan.

He never asked his mother about the origin of his name, he only knew that it was born with him, and it just happened to have the same name as Nanhai Wangchuan River.

Mr. Wangchuan...

Only now did he understand that the word Wang Chuanjun is not just a simple name, it seems to be a title.

"Wang Chuanhe, you don't keep it, but you are self-willed and depraved, and you are really getting worse and worse, Mr. Wang Chuan!" '

"Mr. Wangchuan, what are you doing—"

"You are the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, but how can you give birth to an ordinary heart—"

Under the Bodhi of the third life and the third life, ten miles of burial ground and ten miles of flowers...

He, Lu Wangchuan, is not a simple-minded person who drifts with the crowd. He is very clear about how deep-minded he is and full of intelligence. In a certain respect, he is somewhat similar to Mu Youcai. If he had to say something, he would rather rot in his stomach than say anything else, deep like an old man.Lu Wangchuan is somewhat similar to him, both of them are people who hide their excessive self-protection, but what he says is dispensable nonsense, the real speculation and thinking in his heart are so rotten that he will not say it exit.

No matter how much this person's appearance confuses the world, he confuses his own heart.

This time he went down the mountain under the guise of traveling and looking for the magic dragon, and he also brought Mu Youcai to share the suffering and difficulty. It is not necessarily a pretense, because everyone knows that there is a Wangchuan River under the South China Sea. The river of dead souls washes away the evil results and crosses your reincarnation. It is a universal river of extreme darkness and evil in the region. However, those who cross the river are washed away by the evil results and go to reincarnation, leaving behind an indelible grievance.

Both good and evil.

However, today, there is a dragon born in the South China Sea, and the earth dragon becomes a dragon, which is both holy and evil.

Does this mean the two are related?

Lu Wangchuan thought about it all day and got a headache. He felt that he had exhausted his mind for the four Xuanzongs, so he simply took a break and looked at the fields and hills to his left and right.

After driving for a long time, the soles of his feet hurt from walking, and he began to regret why he didn't come down from the mountain, eh?He was feeling pain in his feet, could it be that the mount was coming in front of him?

A gray and black donkey trotted towards them, with a coarse hemp rope around its neck, it might have run away from that house.

Chewing hay, the donkey trotted happily all the way, swinging its tail. Seeing two strangers approaching in front of it, the donkey raised its head and wanted to go around.

As soon as Lu Wangchuan saw it, his eyes lit up, he looked left and right for no one, he stopped the donkey and dragged it away.

The donkey resisted and refused to obey, and Sapo rolled around desperately and refused to leave.

You wild man!

Lu Wangchuan thought in his heart that you are not high-ranking and have a bad temper, so the young master has to ride you away today!

He took out an apple from the bag and put it under the donkey's nose. The donkey smelled the refreshing fragrance, and immediately rolled over and got up, opened its mouth and swallowed the apple.

Lu Wangchuan was immediately moved by its wildness, shook his hand that was almost swallowed and said, "Good guy, you just took one bite."

The donkey snorted proudly, and stopped obediently beside Lu Wangchuan, especially the one who talked about the morals of the world. He had a very chivalrous heart to take advantage of others and serve others.

Lu Wangchuan was also polite, turned over and rode on its back, and shouted enthusiastically: "Drive!"

Unexpectedly, this slip of the tongue annoyed his self-esteem as a bastard mule.

The donkey raised its front hoof and wanted to throw him to the ground!

Get the fuck out of here!

At the critical moment, Mu Youcai grabbed the thick hemp rope around the donkey's neck with one hand, and pulled it down fiercely, and the donkey suddenly became honest again.

It's still a bully, watching people order dishes, Lu Wangchuan fell in love with it again, and patted its ear to show his approval.

What kind of person really chooses what kind of mount, bastard sees mung beans as the most eye-catching.

Two poor buddies and a stubborn donkey hit the road.

Lu Wangchuan, who was riding on the back of a donkey, was a little carried away, looking left at the wheat field and then at the farmhouse, feeling really chic and carefree.

Mu Youcai led the donkey and looked back from time to time, and when he was about to break his neck, he asked Lu Wangchuan to look back.

Lu Wangchuan looked back, and saw a figure pounced into the haystack by the roadside, revealing a fluffy tail.

"Why... are you still following?"

Lu Wangchuan was a little speechless. Ever since they went down the mountain, the little fox had followed them all the way, and now, there was a village in front of them, and the little fox had to be beaten to death if people saw it.

"Follow me all the time, what should I do?"

Lu Wangchuan turned on the back of the donkey and rode upside down, beckoning to the little fox: "Little fairy, come here!"

A pair of fox ears popped out, and then revealed a pair of big eyes with gray-brown pupils.

Lu Wangchuan was amused by it: "Come here"

The little fox timidly came out of the haystack with its hands behind its back, and walked up to Lu Wangchuan shyly.

Lu Wangchuan took a closer look at his face and found that he looked like a girl.

Is it a little bitch fox?Then this crime is really serious, and let this little girl follow him all the way.

"What are you doing with me, go back"

The little fox was dressed in a coarse cloth and short clothes without shoes, with a pitiful expression on his face that was about to cry: "There is nowhere to go"

"Then will you have a place to go with me?"

Lu Wangchuan pointed to her ears: "It's not even good to change the shape of a human being."

The little fox hastily pressed his ears and said 'Back back' twice!

The ears and tail are really gone.

Lu Wangchuan watched her busy for a long time as if watching a magic trick, retracting her tail and ears, and said with a sneer: "That's not okay, if you follow me, I will take you in."

When he finished speaking and was about to leave, two or three peasants passed by with hoes on their shoulders, and the little fox suddenly cried out and grabbed Lu Wangchuan's ankle, crying until he fell down: "Daddy, don't want me, don't leave me Ah woo woo woo woo”

Lu Wangchuan: ...

Seeing this, the passers-by were very angrily accusing the Xidang father.

"Who is it, you don't want your own daughter?"

"The tall man looks like a dog, how can he be so cruel!"

"This girl is so handsome, how can I say no to it!"

This is really the time when a little rascal meets a big rascal, and it's time to compare who is more shameless.

Apparently Lu Wangchuan was the one who wanted face. He blushed when she called her daddy, and with a stern face, he picked up the little fox and put it on the donkey's back, and said to Mu Youcai, "Let's go!"

I didn't say the rest of the sentence, find a place where no one is around and throw her to death!

The little fox got his wish and the dove occupied the magpie's nest, and the magpie led the donkey underneath.

After walking for more than half an hour, there was a tea shed in front of him. Lu Wangchuan led the donkey and went there. He tied the donkey to the post, pointed at the little fox and nodded for a long while, and said, "Wait here."

The little fox called daddy sweetly, still happily, rubbing against the donkey's neck.

The two of them sat down and ordered a pot of the cheapest tea. When Xiao Er served the tea, he looked them up and down and said, "Come to the ghost market."

Lu Wangchuan paused and said, "What ghost market?"

"You don't even know about the ghost market, so what are you doing here?" Xiao Er said, "If it wasn't for the monks who catch and subdue demons, then hurry up, and you won't be able to leave once the ghost market opens."

Lu Wangchuan wanted to ask more questions, but Mu Youcai stopped him.

"He's talking about the ghost market that opens every ten years, that is, the gates of the underworld and the underworld are opened for trading."

"What is the deal between Yin and Yang?"

Mu Youcai took out the hexagram plate from the baggage, and while calculating the positions, he said: "Too many, the living borrow their lives, the dead buy their souls, and the ghost messengers in the underworld will take the opportunity to do some business to earn some money from the dead. Ghosts and gods buy their lives to borrow their souls, and there will be more creatures."

Mu Youcai flicked the hexagram with his ten fingers: "The yin energy in the ground is floating, just tonight"

At this time, a few more people came from the north. They carried cloth bags and shoulders, and they seemed to have come from a long way.

Lu Wangchuan could tell at a glance that these people were monks, one sword cultivator, and two talisman cultivators, whether they were masters or not... that's for sure