The villain can be teased but cannot be attacked

The wrist that was cut a few days ago has not yet healed, and the white gauze has been wrapped around and around, but it is getting thinner and weaker, as if it can be broken if you hold it.

Xue Xun hadn't recovered yet, and he couldn't pick it up firmly, so the book was thrown on the ground, and he bent down to pick it up while holding on to the door frame, but a person came in from behind and picked it up first.

"What do you want to estimate the time for?"

Fu Zisu closed the book, and gradually it overlapped with the one that Xue Xun took from him that day.

Xue Xun looked at him, pursed his lips, took the book away, and left without saying a word.

Fu Zisu glanced at him, turned around and put down the things he bought from the mountain, and then followed out, only to see Xue Xun lying on the wicker chair, covered with a thin quilt, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The shattered sunlight penetrated through the branches, sprinkled mottledly on half of the face, and the normally sharp eyebrows and eyes on the face seemed much softer.

Fu Zisu's eyes moved slightly, and he took a few steps, just blocking the sunlight from one side, "Ah Xun, what do you want that book for?"

The voice was soft, but it was just a simple question.

"Just look through it."

Xue Xun moved his eyeballs, as if he was a little dissatisfied and lost the warm feeling just now, so he opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "Move to the side to block the way."

Fu Zisu didn't mind after hearing this, so he walked a few steps to the side, stepped out of the way, walked a few more steps, and sat next to Xue Xun.

He didn't speak, and he didn't ask.

There was a rare warmth between the two of them.

As long as they meet each other on weekdays, either Xue Xun will sneer at him, or the two will directly confront each other with their swords drawn.

too long.

It's been so long that even he himself doesn't know when the last time was.

Even when they met for the first time, that ruthless young boy was extremely vicious, wishing he could pounce on him all at once, wantonly defending his sovereignty.

Fu Zisu was extremely satisfied with the way he was getting along right now, he lowered his eyes lightly, and restrained the strange emotion in his eyes.

He liked when he was with Xue Xun.

like this.

Xue Xun was finally carried in by Fu Zisu. As soon as he touched him, Fu Zisu frowned. When did this person become so thin? It was full of bones, and he panicked. It seems that he needs to be mended. .

Almost as soon as he walked out of the room, Master Shangwu walked in with a serious face, "Zi Su, there is a letter from Gu Hong."

Fu Zisu was also taken aback.

Eldest brother is considerate, and he doesn't write letters to pass on on weekdays, unless something important happens in the fairy gate.

"Today is not the time, hurry back to Xianmen."

There is only one sentence in the letter.

"Gu Hong has always been a steady temperament, and he knows that you are depressed, so he will not send you a letter easily. I think something important has happened in the fairy gate," Master Shangwu said solemnly, "You go back first. Xianmen, this is Bodhi Pill, you take it first, I will take care of it here."

Fu Zisu hesitated.

He glanced at the back room again, until Master Shangwu couldn't stand it and pushed him, then turned around and walked down the mountain along the path.

"Brat, you don't have any backbone at all, you will be eaten to death by that brat in the future..."

Master Shangwu muttered, and when he turned around, he saw Xue Xun leaning against the door, his head bowed in thought.

The three elders left the customs.

What Ning Shu dislikes the most is the Third Elder, who has a violent temper and is unreasonable. He will attack when he hears the truth, and he is also fierce, especially when he is swearing, spit is flying all over the sky.

It's okay if you don't say anything, but he gets angry when you say it.

Last time he just ate a fruit, but he sprayed his face with water. Thinking about it like this, it's not worth it at all.

When she heard that Fu Zisu might come, Ning Shu was very happy, she stood outside the Shenyan Hall happily, she was ready to rush over at any moment, but was dragged in by Gu Hong with one hand.

"Listen more, talk less," Gu Hong carried him to the seat, tapped his forehead again with his fingers, and told him, "Remember, don't cause trouble for me later."

Ning Shu covered the place where he was knocked, with an aggrieved expression on his face, "Isn't the senior brother coming back? As for making such a big show? It's like trying to interrogate a prisoner."

"Speak up."

Gu Hong rapped on his forehead again, it was really loud, even the disciples of the Immortal Sect who were guarding at the side couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

On weekdays, there were a few who had a good relationship with him, and even winked at him, with gloating looks on their faces.

These little bastards!

Ning Shu bared her teeth, and sat down on the seat angrily.

Gu Hong was worried.

Even he didn't know about the three elders' departure this time, not to mention why they are sitting here now, even if he himself is a little unclear, the others must be at a loss.

Just as he was thinking, there was a commotion outside the door.

"See Great Elder."

"Big elder!"

Gu Hong collected his thoughts, got up and saluted, "Great Elder."

"Well," the Great Elder replied in a neutral tone, sat down on the main seat and said, "Everyone sit down."

"Thank you Great Elder!"

Gu Hong remembered that when he was brought back by the fairy master that day, the great elder had already taken the position of the elder of the fairy sect. Some people said that it was because he had been kind to the fairy master, and some said that the great elder was because of the sins he committed before entering the Buddhist sect. Too heavy, unable to ascend to the immortal way, so they came to Kongdong Xianmen.

No matter what the outside world said, Gu Hong always maintained awe in his heart towards the Great Elder in front of him.

Among the disciples of Xianmen, only Gu Hong is the senior brother, if he does not speak, the other disciples naturally do not have the right to ask.

Gu Hong secretly pondered his intentions, and then stepped forward and said: "I don't know if the elder's departure this time is because the disciples are not strict in discipline, and what went wrong?"

"Don't worry, when the time comes, you will know it naturally."

After finishing speaking, the Great Elder closed his eyes again, as if detached from the mundane world.

Since he said so, Gu Hong naturally couldn't ask any more questions, so he simply saluted and then retreated.

The uneasiness in my heart became more and more intense.

When the disciple outside the door told Fu Zisu to come in, Gu Hong's heart seemed to move. At that moment, it seemed that something was about to break out of the shell, but because of the lack of a chance, it was right there again. , suddenly made people feel even more flustered.

"Zisu pays homage to the Great Elder."

Fu Zisu walked into the hall, saluted again, raised his head and met Gu Hong's eyes, seeing Gu Hong frowning and looking at him, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"It was I who drew up Hong'er's name to summon you back." The First Elder opened his eyes, and a steady voice came from the front.

Fu Zisu said: "I don't know why the Great Elder called Zisu?"

"What's going on with you?" The Great Elder didn't answer, but his eyes swept over him, and he couldn't help frowning, "The flow of Qi and blood is reversed, and the loss of vitality is already a damage to the Tao."

Gu Hong also looked at him.

Fu Zisu said: "A few days ago, when I was practicing, I made a mistake and almost fell into a magic barrier, so because I hurt my vitality, I told my senior brother about my idea of ​​wandering around."

When is the demon?How could he not know.

Gu Hong frowned slightly, and the inexplicable anxiety in his heart became more and more entangled because of his words.

"Entering the magic barrier means that one's six senses are impure, and the dust in the heart is not sealed." The voice of the great elder was as steady as an ancient well, "the word for the devil is that it enters but does not exit. If this happens again, I will ask your elder brother for advice in the future." yes."

"The disciple obeys the order."

The hall suddenly fell silent.

I don't know how long he sat there, but Ning Shu, who is usually lively and active, made things difficult. She sat on the seat and looked at this and that, scratching her ears and scratching her cheeks from time to time, and moved her buttocks away, but she couldn't feel stable.

Strange, didn't the senior brother and the great elder talk about it just now?Why is there no movement now?

It's almost like dying.

If you have something to say, just say no, if you insist on playing charades, it makes him unable to stay any longer.

No, I can't wait any longer.

He was slandering secretly here, but the Great Elder spoke again: "You know, Qi Xiangyuan is dead."

Qi Xiangyuan?

Fu Zisu frowned slightly, apparently unfamiliar with this name.

Not only him, but even some other disciples in the hall are also confused.

In the end, it was Gu Hong who thought for a while and said: "The elder said, but the one who specially assassinated the people of the Demonic Dao, whose hands were stained with blood, the envoy Qi Xiangyuan?"

"Exactly," said the Great Elder, "his body was found in the mud on the mountain behind Tianjingtai."

Fu Zisu had a bad premonition in his heart.

"There is a knife mark on the throat, the knife mark is on the left, the wound is three inches deep to the meridian, and he died with one knife."

As soon as these words fell, it was like pouring cold water into a hot oil pan, which immediately stirred up waves of flowers.

"How, how is it possible?!"

"This method is clearly done by the devil Xue Xun, but he is not, has not been..."

"...I have also heard the name of the seductive messenger. This person specializes in killing people in the devil's way, but he rarely misses. But if Xue Xun is still alive, it can be regarded as a joke."

"How is it possible? Could it be that they read it wrong..."

"..."

Fu Zisu pursed his lips and remained silent.

Gu Hong also frowned and stepped forward: "Elder, when Xue Xun was killed to cut Luya, it was tested by the Second Elder and Uncle Shangwu together. How could there be a mistake, maybe someone is lying..."

"Where's Shangwu?" the Great Elder asked.

"This..." Gu Hong immediately turned around and ordered, "Go and find Uncle Shangwu."

The hall was very quiet, even the chattering people stopped, the silence was suffocating.

Gu Hong looked at Fu Zisu, but saw that he just lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but the more he was like this, Gu Hong became more and more uncertain.

But it must not be what he imagined.

Never!Please do not!

Soon, the disciple ran back, "Report to Elder Qi, Master Shangwu is not within the Immortal Gate."

At that moment, Gu Hong finally understood what he was worried about all the time.

The Great Elder turned to look at Fu Zisu, his tone as calm as ever, "Zisu, how do you explain?"

When he left Keluya that day, he was the one who took Xue Xun's body and left Keluya under everyone's eyes. If what happened to Qi Xiangyuan was true, then Xue Xun must still be alive. That means...

Gu Hong's throat was choked, and he wanted to speak up to defend himself, but he couldn't.

Fu Zisu moved his lips.

"Senior brother, I..."

"Presumably at this time, the second and third children should also be here." The elder said suddenly, his eyes were cold.

Fu Zisu looked up at him suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he couldn't help clenching his fists in his sleeves.

The Great Elder stared at him and said: "The second and third child have already gone to Qiubai Mountain, that is your place, you should know who is hiding inside..."

"Keng--"

Immediately, a streak of snow-white flashed across Gu Hong's eyes.

He was all too familiar with that voice, it was the sound of the saber 'Ming Chuan' being drawn out of its sheath.

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