The villain can be teased but cannot be attacked

The ancient temple is located at a higher place of the fairy gate. If ordinary people look at it from the foot of the mountain, they can only see the fairy mist and the white clouds covering the top.But if someone has sharp eyes, they may still be able to see the glazed white tiles in the corner of the attic.

What outsiders don't usually know is that there is a rare green bamboo forest in the backyard of the ancient temple, which exudes vibrant colors, giving people a comfortable feeling and refreshing.

In a pavilion made entirely of green bamboo in the depths of the bamboo forest, the stone table exudes a faint fragrance, and the hazy heat comes out, which can be seen that it has just been soaked.

"Eldest senior brother is kind to third senior brother. As soon as third senior brother came back, he took out the good 'Yunjianwu'," Ning Shu jumped into the gazebo from a distance, and just sat down. Can't wait to take a sip of the strong tea fragrance, "Third senior brother, you come to judge, is the senior brother just biased?"

Gu Hong smiled and pushed a small plate of hazelnut cakes on the table over, and said with a smile: "You live here all day, don't talk about it, eat what I eat and live what I eat, I didn't ask you for a reason, it's better for you, Instead, let me complain to Zisu first."

"I don't care, I don't care, anyway, the big brother is biased." The young boy pouted, showing a tendency to be reluctant, but the wind blows in the pavilion from time to time, and the alluring tea fragrance is always wafting on the tip of his nose. Floating, it's hard to ignore.

In the end, the little boy gave in without a spine on a small cup of tea and a small dish of pastries.

Seeing him like this, Gu Hong smiled and shook his head, and then said to Fu Zisu: "Don't worry, I've smoothed things out for you from the three elders, and I think the three elders won't blame you."

Fu Zisu lowered his eyes lightly, "Thank you, brother."

Seeing his current appearance, Gu Hong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The master retreats all year round, even if he stays in the fairy gate, he only gives them occasional pointers on weekdays, and most of the time it is their brothers and sisters who get along more.

Furthermore, the three of them, the three brothers and sisters, grew up in this fairy gate. Although they are not as quick-tempered as Ning Shu, they are also gentle and polite in dealing with others, but this third child is cold from the bottom of his heart. His temperament is also cold, and he has always been the indifference of a lieutenant who keeps people thousands of miles away.

But, there is one exception.

Gu Hong remembered very clearly that it was about 300 years ago, every year in mid-June, his junior brother would always leave the fairy gate to stay for half a month, and when he came back, he would be completely different.The fog that lingered around him all the year round seemed to disappear in an instant, and even sometimes the corners of his mouth would twitch inexplicably just sitting there.

You know, his junior brother can't even say a few words all day long, let alone laugh.

Gu Hong thought it was interesting, so he went with him in mid-June of the following year, but found that he was just fighting swords with others on the deer cliff, and even sat down to drink and chat.

The young man sitting next to him was dressed in red, his expression was very arrogant and arrogant, Gu Hong was not happy.But the strange thing is that no matter what the young man said, his junior brother would always stare at him.

Bright eyes light fog, elegant smile.

Later, he knew that the young man was the young master of the Demon Cult.

"Zi Su, Si Ren has passed away, it is better to let go of the obsession in your heart as soon as possible, rather than torture yourself."

"Well, brother, I'm sorry to trouble you." Fu Zisu paused, and then said, "I don't know when the demon-slaying conference that the elders are talking about happened?"

"Ah, I know this!" Ning Shu swallowed the pastry in his mouth three or two times, and said with a cheerful expression, "I heard that after the Battle of Cutting Luya, the Immortal Sect captured many remnants of the Demon Cult, and later As soon as several Patriarchs discussed it, they planned to hold the Demon Slaying Conference in ten days. Hehe, senior brother, am I right?"

Gu Hong took a sip of tea, and scolded with a smile: "I asked you to go down the mountain to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, and you brought these back for me, is it shameful?"

Ning Shu stuck out her tongue, and grinningly took another bite of the pastry.

Cut, he is not afraid of senior brother.

Senior brother, but the best, best, best senior brother in the world.

Fu Zisu seemed to be hesitating, "Brother, I..."

"You don't need to say much," Gu Hong interrupted him, "I can take care of the affairs in the Immortal Gate by myself. You young people should also go out and make a living."

"There's me and me," Ning Shu said quickly, "I'll stay and help senior brother!"

"You are poor."

"Why, Second Senior Sister isn't here?" Fu Zisu said.

"Well, I just left the day before yesterday, and said I was going to go out for a walk."

"Alright."

The three brothers and sisters said a few more words, most likely one person said, the other listened, and there was a gag beside him.

After all, there have been a lot of things going on in the fairy gate these days. Fu Zisu felt a little guilty, so he stayed for a few days to help, and went through the process of the Demon Slaying Conference to confirm that there would be no major mistakes in the details. He simply said goodbye and left the fairy gate.

This is the season when the maple leaves are red. It just so happens that there is a large maple leaf forest under the Qiubai Mountain, with scorching hot colors. Just looking at it from the side, I feel that my body and mind are also surging, and the uncontrollable passion in my body It is also released at this moment.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a rare beauty, but in the eyes of the real Shangwu, it is really a real torture.

"...my old waist," Master Shangwu thumped his waist, his face slightly distorted, "You said that it's not good for you to find a place, but you chose this Qiubai Mountain, are you going to torture your uncle to death? Are you willing?"

This Qiubai Mountain has a special geographical location. Not to mention the towering mountain, it also happens to be located in the middle of the Immortal Dao and the Demon Dao, which forcibly separates the two sides.In addition to the rough road, there is another point, all the magic arts and magic skills will lose their effect here, even if they fight, they can only fight with fists and feet.

Although magic weapons and spiritual weapons are not restricted, but have you ever seen someone fighting and throwing magic weapons like Chinese cabbage on the street.

What's the matter, your magic weapon doesn't need money? !

Fu Zisu pursed his lips, and pulled him a few steps forward involuntarily, "Uncle, you should hurry up."

It was already the fifth day since he came out, and Xue Xun was still angry when he left, so he didn't know what was going on now.

Fu Zisu didn't dare to think about it anymore, hurry up, hurry up, he just wants to see that person right now.

"..." Master Shangwu raised his eyebrows, "Oh, I see, maybe that little poison in your house is having trouble with you again. Hey——you go slowly, and you need to be gentle, don't you Forgot, I was the one who saved that little poison, I violated my sect, betrayed morality... I said, why are you getting more and more energetic?!"

"arrive."

Fu Zisu said coldly.

Master Shangwu threw him away and squatted directly on the ground, out of breath, said: "I'm old, I can't even walk, it looks like I'm really an old bone... "

As soon as he looked up, he saw Fu Zisu's figure somewhere in the yard, muttered something in a low voice, and quickly followed.

I saw that the door of the room was wide open, and the bed was empty, except for the congealed blood on the ground, there was no one.

"...Where's the person?" Master Shangwu looked at the iron chain on the bed in his palm, and then he couldn't help being taken aback, "I'm so good, that little poison in your house is really poisonous. Let him run away."

Fu Zisu picked up the small jade bottle on the bedside, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.

He pursed his lips and remained silent.

The Bodhi Pill he gave him was not missing a single one.

Master Shangwu coughed softly, "Well, Zisu, don't worry, he won't run far if he is seriously injured. The most urgent thing now is to get him back. With his face, if someone gives him I see..."

Fu Zisu turned around and walked out the door, "Please ask Master to stay here for a while, Zisu will be back soon."

"Wait, you want to go to the Devil's Path by yourself? You know, that little poison is the Lord of the Devil's Sect, how could it make you..."

"Go to Xiandao."

Fu Zisu interrupted him, turned around and left without saying a word, then walked down the mountain.

"Immortal way?" Master Shangwu murmured several times, "This is really courageous..."

Although this Qiubai Mountain runs through the middle of the immortal way and the magic way, Xue Xun has never been here before. He stumbled and stumbled several times, not to mention a lot of new wounds on his body, even the wounds that healed slowly before were cracked. Come.

"Well, Fu Zisu, you really know how to choose a place——"

Xue Xun supported the tree trunk and sat down slowly, his face was weak and pale, not to mention, even speaking was weak.

When he got down the mountain, he might either fall to his death or die of pain.

Fortunately, when he left the bamboo house, he simply changed the appearance of this face. Although the materials were not enough, it should be no problem to fool most people.

He's not that stupid, he rushed up to be chopped.

Thinking in this way, Xue Xun stretched out his hand to wipe off the painful sweat on his forehead, afraid of revealing his secrets, he murmured: "Where is this broken mountain? I have been walking for a day and a night, why haven't I reached the foot of the mountain yet?"

Xue Xun only rested for a short while, and after his breath calmed down, he supported himself on the tree trunk and walked down the mountain unsteadily.

Last night, it was dark and foggy on the mountain. Xue Xun fell down from the hill without seeing clearly, but he didn't expect that it happened to be on a steep slope. Sharp pebbles and messy branches rubbed against the wound intentionally or unintentionally, causing a burning pain.

At this moment, it directly flared up.

Xue Xun leaned against a big tree, sweating profusely, so he gritted his teeth and tore apart the clothes that were close to the wound. After picking out the small stones inside, he casually tore off a piece of the clothes and wrapped them around a few times indiscriminately. .

Just such a few simple efforts, it was already too much for him.

After resting for a while, Xue Xun stood up straight. Perhaps the wound was involved, and the piercing pain went straight to the nerves. Immediately, his brain went blank, and he fell down with an unbalanced center of gravity.

"Ugh—"

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