The days of raising apprentices in Xianmen [Rebirth]

Wen Yuzhi felt that his breathing was almost stagnant.

There is not much space under the bed, and Mr. Chu Qing always pays attention to the movement outside. In order not to be exposed, the two of them curled up under the bed, the back of their hands rubbed against their clothes, and even their breathing seemed extremely light.

Chu Qingjun didn't notice what was wrong with Wen Yuzhi at first, and when Wen Yuzhi touched the back of his hand a few times, he patted him backhanded.

The footsteps outside are staggered and complicated, and it seems that many people have passed back and forth.

When it quieted down, I didn't know when it was.

Wen Yuzhi didn't dare to speak rashly, in the cold weather, his clothes were almost soaked in sweat, it wasn't cold, but... tense.

Looking sideways at Chu Qingjun listening with a cold face, his master is really pretty.

Wen Yuzhi suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

Mr. Chu Qing is an upright person and a model of the righteous way, with a slender figure and a good appearance, many fairies regard him as cinnabar in their hearts.

It's just that Mr. Chu Qing has a cold temper, and he hasn't had a Taoist companion by his side for so many years.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuzhi lowered his eyes, his gaze swept over Chu Qingjun's slender and fair neck, his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously, and a charming picture appeared in his mind inexplicably.

Chu Qingjun was looking outside, thinking about when he would be able to go out, suddenly felt a warmth in his waist, and Chu Qingjun, who hadn't had any contact with anyone for a long time, was taken aback for a moment, but this moment of absence gave Wen Yuzhi a chance.

Wen Yuzhi felt abnormally warm all over.

"Zhao..." Chu Qingjun stopped suddenly as soon as he opened his mouth, and there was a voice outside at this moment, Chu Qingjun settled down and did not move again.

Wen Yuzhi obviously lost his mind behind him, Mr. Chu Qing was so entangled by him, but the place under the bed was too narrow to move, so he simply cast a heart-cleaning mantra to make Wen Yuzhi temporarily quiet.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside again, the man came in and closed the door casually, saying: "Yan'er, it seems that the seal in the secret realm has been broken, if someone finds the soul of that bitch, we... "

The woman named Yan'er chuckled and said, "Brother Feng, calm down, it's been so long, so what if you find out, Zhu Yeshu is gone, no one will support her."

"I'm not in a hurry. I heard that the people from Zhengning Xianmen went in. I was afraid that they would find out about the seal. But not long after they came out, the seal over there disappeared. I just went to the ancestral hall to try again. After a while, it is indeed scattered, it seems that someone has put some kind of blocking formation, which caused me to realize that something is wrong now."

"You mean... people from Zhengning Xianmen?"

"Yes!" Brother Feng hurriedly said, "It is said that Mr. Chu Qing is also among the group of people who entered the secret realm."

Yan'er's voice suddenly raised: "He? What a low-level secret realm to be a good immortal!"

Brother Feng sighed, "Who knows, it seems to be related to his apprentice."

Yan'er said: "That bitch shouldn't be able to talk nonsense. After all, the whole soul was scattered at the beginning. Even if the soul is condensed, it may not be the same as before. What's more, it has been under the seal for so long, after all..."

"I'll send someone to visit Chu Xianzun at Zhengning Immortal Gate. If Chu Xianzun appears at that time, then nothing will happen. If Chu Xianzun is not at Zhengning Immortal Gate, then we have to make preparations early."

"Prepare? How to prepare?" Yan'er asked suspiciously: "Zhu Yeshu has exhausted his cultivation to condense the soul for that bitch. His body has already been destroyed. They came rushing to Zhuye's book. If they can't find anyone by then, they will definitely be held accountable. We, this is simply not prepared."

So many things could happen, none of them could tell what the next moment would be like.

Brother Feng nodded, it was true.

But they can't sit still.

Yan'er also knew that her words had brought this matter to an impasse, "Oh, forget it, Brother Feng, it's getting late, we'll talk about that matter later, let's go to bed and rest first."

"Just now the servants reported that there was something strange in the firewood room. You should rest first, and I will go and investigate."

"Hey, Brother Feng?" Yan'er wanted to stop her, but Brother Feng didn't listen to the dissuasion at all, opened the door and left.

Yan'er sighed helplessly, turned around and extinguished the candle beside the bed, "It's really a piece of wood, even the scent is useless, alas, my good things were wasted."

Fragrance?

Chu Qingjun glanced sideways at Wen Yuzhi who was hugging him and sleeping soundly.

His body temperature seemed to drop, but his face was still a little red.

Chu Qingjun thought for a while, first pinched his hand, hid the whole room in the formation, carefully took Wen Yuzhi's hand off his body, and then slapped it on the bed!

There was a loud bang, and the bed board shattered!

Yan'er was startled, she stopped even her hands for applying makeup, she hurriedly stood up, and looked at Mr Chu Qing in front of her in panic.

"You, you are..." Yan'er suddenly opened her eyes wide. This person looked very familiar. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in her mind, and a portrait she had seen before appeared, "Mr. Chu Qing?!"

Chu Qingjun raised his hand slightly, and the folding fan unfolded from his palm. The next moment, Yan'er fell limply to the ground.

Yan'er only saw Chu Qingjun raised his hand, but she didn't know what happened. When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting on the ground unable to move, "What did you do?"

Chu Qingjun asked coldly: "What is the relationship between Zhuye's book and the female ghost in the secret realm?"

Yan'er thought to herself, I'm stupid to tell you that you are asking such a question. As soon as she rolled her eyes, she wanted to make up a story to cover it up, but she didn't expect that when she opened her mouth, it became: "That bitch was originally My husband's concubine, I later sent her to Zhu Yeshu's room while my husband was away, if you ask, these two should be regarded as lovers."

After finishing speaking, Yan'er suddenly stopped, and looked at Chu Qingjun in disbelief: "You, you..."

Chu Qingjun ignored it and continued to ask: "How did the female ghost die?"

"She has demonic energy in her body, and Zhu Yeshu discovered it. Zhu Yeshu wanted to confront my husband. When the two of them couldn't resolve the dispute, I took the opportunity to kill her and shattered her soul."

"How did Zhu Yeshu die? How did the female ghost escape into the secret realm?"

"He exhausted all his cultivation for that bitch's soul condensing. My husband was afraid that the devil's energy would be exposed, so he killed him when he was weak, but he didn't expect the female ghost to take shape at that time, with Zhu Yeshu's cultivation. Although She was delirious but we couldn't easily subdue her, so we set up a formation to trap her in a secret realm and added a seal."

Mr. Chu Qing nodded, and it was roughly the same as his guess, "Aside from your husband, who else is a demon cultivator?"

Yan'er was about to cry, but she replied unconsciously: "Only my husband and I have the right physique, there is no one else."

As soon as the words fell, Yan'er felt that she could move her hands.

But it still seems out of control.

Yan'er looked at Mr. Chu Qing puzzledly, as if she was asking something, only to see Mr. Chu Qing gave her a dagger, "Go."

"No. I can't!" Yan'er repeated in a panic, "I can't!"

Chu Qingjun didn't speak again, Yan'er hid the dagger involuntarily, and then walked out slowly, "I don't?" In the middle of speaking, Yan'er realized that her mouth was sealed, "Uhhh! "

Then, Yan'er's flustered expression paused, and she gradually calmed down. She pushed open the door and left with a dull expression.

When Mr. Chu Qing saw the person leaving, he woke up the sleeping Wen Yuzhi.

"Master?" Wen Yuzhi opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed them, and looked at the mess in the room, "What's wrong?"

"Everything has been clarified."

"what?"

Seeing this, Mr. Chu Qing told Wen Yuzhi about the matter.

Wen Yuzhi frowned, "The female ghost's memory should be fused with some things that Zhu Yeshu brought to her before she and Zhu Yeshu were together, but when the soul condenses again, there will be memory deviation, so it will be so."

Chu Qingjun nodded, this can also explain the female ghost's hatred for Zhu Yeshu, she didn't even notice that she hated the wrong person.

At this moment, Yan'er came back.

Holding the bloody dagger, she looked at Chu Qingjun tremblingly, "No, don't... I don't want to die, please spare my life, please, please"

As Chu Qingjun raised his hand, the dagger cut through Yan'er's neck in his own hand, his voice still trembled, but there was no sound.

"Master, do you feel that it's very hot in this room?" Wen Yuzhi swayed and almost lost his footing.

"What?" Chu Qingjun glanced at him, the smell stopped now, there was a demonic energy visible to his side, Chu Qingjun suddenly paused, looked at the misty smoke that was still burning aside, he was also a little tired in a trance .

Chu Qingjun quickly pinched his hand to clear up the momentary confusion, and pulled Wen Yuzhi away from here, and returned to the inn where he was staying.

As soon as he returned to the house, Chu Qingjun suddenly lost his strength and almost missed Wen Yuzhi. He leaned against the bed and wanted to use the Qingxin Mantra again, but a warm current of spiritual energy surged up, and then he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he was sore all over.

Chu Qingjun frowned slightly, looked at the dense purple marks on his body, and fell silent.

Last night...he regained consciousness shortly after he lost consciousness. However, the misty smoke entered the blood vessels along with his spiritual power and could not be cleared away.

Some pictures kept flashing in his mind last night, and he sighed slightly.

Just at this time, Wen Yuzhi walked in from the outside, holding some porridge in his hand, "Master, drink some."

Chu Qingjun said with a hoarse voice, "You still know that I am your master."

Wen Yuzhi stopped suddenly, and quickly committed himself to kneeling on the ground, "What happened last night, Zhaohua was in a hurry for a while, I hope Master..."

Chu Qingjun said: "You didn't admit your mistake."

In the past, when he wanted to punish him, he would admit his mistakes first, but this time...

"Zhaohua doesn't know what's wrong." Wen Yuzhi clenched his fists, "I can express my thoughts on Master."

What's more, if he really admits his mistake, it will be the greatest harm to Master.

Wen Yuzhi sighed in his heart, "If the master is angry, Zhaohua is willing to apologize with death." As he said, he directly called out the spirit sword and hung it across his neck.

Ding

Wen Yuzhi's hand trembled, and the spirit sword was released unconsciously. He looked at Mr. Chu Qing in a daze, "Master."

"That's all." Chu Qingjun stood up slowly, "There are rules to follow in everything, so let's leave it at that."

Chu Qingjun raised his hand to change his clothes, walked out, and said, "Let's go back to Zhengning Immortal Gate as soon as possible."

Wen Yuzhi's eyes widened, a little in disbelief, and he said, "It's... Master."

Seeing Chu Qingjun's thin back, Wen Yuzhi's heart trembled, and he hurriedly chased after him to hold his hand.

Chu Qingjun gave him a pause, but he didn't shake him off.

Wen Yuzhi's tense heart finally relaxed, and there was a smile on his face unconsciously.

Smelling the elegant cold fragrance on Master's body, Yu Zhi felt extremely at ease.