Yu Wu

Not distinguishing between good and evil, not distinguishing between right and wrong, this is called "ignorance".Furthermore, this person is also known as a "crazy craftsman". I heard that he doesn't have any relatives and friends in his eyes, and he has been silent in the way of crafts refining all year round. In order to forge immortal weapons, he dares to try anything, no are willing to give.

He gives people the impression that he is too otherworldly, whether it is character, appearance, or attire with flying clothes, there is a distinct sense of alienation.In the entire Chonghua Imperial Capital, almost no one is willing to talk to him, and of course he doesn't want to talk nonsense with others.The only one who sticks to him persistently is——

"Fourth Uncle!!"

Yue Chenqing was overwhelmed with joy and hurriedly ran towards him, wanting to hug him.

"Idiot" Murong Chuyi took a step back calmly, avoiding the little nephew who was rushing towards him.The fly whisk held in the crook of his arm was pulled out, and with one sweep, a strong wind blew up, and a circle of white wind and smoke blew around Li Qingqian, easily trapping him in it.

"Four uncles and four uncles! You are finally here! So you are in the imperial capital! Great! Great!"

Mo Xi and Murong Lian felt that Yue Chenqing was really pitiful, and he expressed his excitement, joy and dependence to Murong Chuyi like a happy puppy.But Murong Chuyi turned his eyes to the sword spirit as if he couldn't hear or see anything.

Those glazed eyes swept over Li Qingqian lightly, and said:

"It's a good sword."

In his eyes, there is no such person as Li Qingqian, only the sword Hong Shao.

"Pity."

With a wave of the whisk, the blood curse that Yue Chenqing had spent so much effort to draw just now appeared at Li Qingqian's feet out of thin air.

Murong Chuyi's words were clear, and he read indifferently: "Your blood enters the cauldron, and your skeleton casts the body of the sword. There is three feet of water in the box, and I used to be a man in a dream. Your soul is buried in cold iron, and I want to be a lamp..."

Yue Chenqing had long been used to fourth uncle's indifference to him, and at this moment she leaned over and said, "That's how I read it just now, it's useless——"

Murong Chuyi didn't even move his eyelashes, and read on: "The magic blade is like a journey against you, why don't you return to the world of mortals."

"!" Yue Chenqing was startled, "Isn't it a magic weapon?"

But Li Qingsu already showed an expression of pain and unbearable pain, and the red peony sword in his arms was overflowing with black energy. After a few moments of freezing, the sword body suddenly shattered!Shattered into thousands of pieces!

Yue Chenqing had to recite the sword-destruction spell thirty times for each sentence, but Murong Chuyi only needed to recite it once...

It was only now that Yue Chenqing came to her senses: "Ah... that's right... this... this is the weapon of the Liao Kingdom, not a divine weapon, but a magical weapon...so, that's why the last sentence should..."

Murong Chuyi's light brown eyes squinted slightly, looking at Li Qingsu's sword spirit remnant, after a while, his sword eyebrows suddenly frowned.

it's wired.

After the weapon is damaged, the sword spirit should disperse immediately, but Li Qingsu's sword spirit did not disperse, it just changed from a solid body to an illusion, and then... Before I could finish thinking, suddenly a cloud of black air rose into the sky, and I was caught off guard Sweeping away the crowd, and coming out of the hole!

Yue Chenqing said in shock: "Fourth Uncle! He escaped!"

"I'm not blind, I see."

"Chase!"

Murong Chuyi glanced at the mass of black air that had disappeared, and said, "I can't catch up."

Yue Chenqing was shocked by his fourth uncle's simplicity, rudeness and honesty.

Murong Chuyi raised his hand and cast a spell, causing the remaining hilt of the Hongshao Sword to float up, then twisted his fingers together, and lowered his eyes to look closely.

Yue Chenqing muttered: "What's going on here? Why is there still a little hilt left? Shouldn't it disappear completely? Why didn't that sword spirit dissipate immediately?"

Murong Chuyi looked at the remnant sword, and said: "His obsession is too deep, he has become a sword demon. If he doesn't understand, he won't let go."

Yue Chenqing yelled: "Oh no! Fourth Uncle! He said he wanted to go out and kill people! Doesn't it mean that if he doesn't kill the person he wants to kill, he will never disappear?"

Mo Xi also asked: "Is there any other solution?"

"Yes." Murong Chuyi threw the small piece of red peony back into his white silk satin Qiankun bag, and then replied, "Try to make him feel that this is no longer his obsession."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked outside the cave mansion. After walking a few steps, he stopped and said: "If you want to stop him, please go back to Yue Mansion first and tell me."

Yue Chenqing hurriedly followed: "Fourth Uncle and I don't need to say hello, I will go home with Fourth Uncle."

Murong Chuyi's white robe was fluttering, and the silk belt on his crown was fluttering. He was wearing Lingbo's fairy, and his socks were dusty, but it was like selective deafness, and he didn't even glance at Yue Chenqing.

"..." Looking at the situation in front of him, Mo Xi sighed in his heart that friendship in the world is indeed the most unreasonable thing.

Jiang Yexue treated Yue Chenqing, his half-brother, so well, gentle and kind, and thought of everything for Yue Chenqing, but Yue Chenqing never looked down on him, let alone liked him.

As for Murong Chuyi, his attitude towards Yue Chenqing is always so bad, he may only be called "cold" to others, but he can be regarded as "bad" towards Yue Chenqing, but Yue Chenqing just worships him and loves to surround him , chasing after him to talk.

After so many years, it has never changed.

I couldn't help but think again, I was so disappointed in Gu Mang that I had already given up.But deep down in his heart, he still couldn't tell if he still had those feelings from before.

Yue Mansion is one of the most mysterious mansions in Chonghua, and in such a mysterious Yue Mansion, the most mysterious places are all Murong Chuyi's sites. If these sites are divided according to the grades that are difficult to enter, it will roughly be as follows ranking--

Murong Chuyi's yard.

Murong Chuyi's study.

Murong Chuyi's bedroom.

Murong Chuyi's refining room.

The last one is so impenetrable that no one has ever stepped into it except Chixian himself.Because of this, there is a saying circulating in the market, which roughly means this: There are two places in the Chonghua Kingdom, which even today's kings cannot enter. One is Jiang Yaoshi's alchemy room, and the other is Murong Chuyi's instrument room.

Danfang is poisonous.

And even if you give the emperor hundreds of years, the mechanism of the organ room will not be untied.

Murong Chuyi was extremely accomplished in refining weapons, even Yue Juntian himself hadn't tested his true strength.

Yue Juntian really wanted to try, but Murong Chuyi rejected him every time, and when he came and went, Yue Juntian couldn't stand it anymore, and said in front of outsiders, "Chuyi is still young after all, and he dare not fight with the old masters." It’s justifiable to compete, hehehe.”

Murong Chuyi followed him.

Anyway, he doesn't care what other people think or think, and his title as an idiot is not for nothing.Murong Chuyi only loves his armor map, to the point of being almost crazy.As for reputation, friends, relatives, go as far as you can.

When they arrived at the mansion, they happened to bump into Yue Chenqing's uncle who was about to go out. His eyes were a bit awkward. From a distance, he only recognized Yue Chenqing at first sight, and he couldn't help but raised his voice and scolded: "Little bastard! It's outrageous! Where are you running?" Gone? I'm planning to find you!"

Yue Chenqing hurriedly said: "Uncle, I have accepted the commission from Your Majesty..."

"You little bastard's hair hasn't even grown yet, what are you going to do—" Before he finished speaking, he saw Murong Chuyi walking under the frosty moon, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, "You?"

No wonder he was surprised, although Murong Chuyi lived in the Yue Mansion, he hardly saw each other face to face with everyone, if he hadn't deliberately squatted on him for something, he might not see him for three to two months.But at this moment, not only did he appear, but Yue Chenqing and several other people followed behind him, which was even more unbelievable.

So Uncle Yue's tongue was wide open for a long time before he said in astonishment: "You, why did you go outside?"

Murong Chuyi paid attention to him, but it was not a good word, he just asked coldly: "Have I been grounded?"

"..." Uncle Yue is a hot-tempered bastard, and his face immediately pulled down a little, "How do you talk? You are a foreign relative, and you really started a dyeing workshop if you gave you three points of color?!"

Yue Chenqing hurriedly said: "Uncle, don't be angry, thanks to the timely arrival of the fourth uncle, otherwise the flower picker might have killed me."

Then Uncle Yue snorted like a cow-nosed panting, glanced at Murong Chuyi in the white robe Ruoxue, and babbled twice to hold back.

After a while, he narrowed his dizzy eyes and tried his best to look at the shadows behind him: "These people are..."

Murong Lian sneered and said, "Yue Lao Er, stop messing around with those little tricks of yours, people a few meters away can't see your face clearly, you are not far from being blind."

Uncle Yue was taken aback when he heard the voice: "Mr. Wang Shu?!"

Murong Lian smiled maliciously: "Well, there's Mr. Xihe."

"!!"

Although Uncle Yue is also a high-ranking nobleman, compared to Xi and Wangshu who are in full swing, he is still a notch lower, so he hurriedly walked down the steps to greet him: "Oh, I'm so sorry, you two look at me The eyes are indeed not far from being blind, so it’s a long way to go!”

When they got closer, they realized that the one standing at the back was a tall bamboo warrior with a sleeping Gu Mang tied to it.

The country's felon appeared in front of him in such a strange posture, Uncle Yue couldn't help being a little stunned, he opened his mouth wide and raised his head to look at the drowsy beast on the altar.

Murong Lian hooked his bong to his neck to wake him up, and grinned at him, "Yue Er Er, remember to see a doctor at Jiang Yaoshi, if you are sick, get treated as soon as possible."

"Yes yes yes! I will ask Doctor Jiang to equip you with a glass eyepiece later!"

Murong Lian let him go, and said with a smile: "You're so good. That's right, I'm addicted, can you go back to the house for me, get a new pipe, and bring some floating life like dreams? "

Yue Laoer just nodded his head twice in a hurry, when Murong Chuyi said calmly: "Open fire is forbidden in my courtyard."

Murong Lian wondered: "Why?"

"It will explode."

"..."

In the end, Murong Lian couldn't stand the curiosity, and he thought that life is like a dream, and he can pull it back, this "idiot fairy"'s residence, but even the emperor can't easily enter it.So suppressing the fever in his chest, he followed Murong Chuyi through the long corridor and walked to the deepest point in the northwest corner of Yuefu.

They stopped in front of a closed full-moon red sandalwood arch, and Murong Chuyi tapped the seven-star Big Dipper embedded on the door four times in the order of Yuheng, Tianshu, Yaoguang, and Tianquan with his whisk. The four spirit stones made a clicking sound and slowly sank, and then four small wooden figures the size of a palm emerged from their original positions.

They opened their small mouths and asked together: "Who is coming?"

Murong Chuyi simply said: "It's me."

A carved key appeared on each of the four little wooden figurines' palms, and asked again: "How to choose?"

Murong Chuyi casually took one of them, and the wooden people disappeared.

Yue Chenqing's eyes widened like copper bells, and he muttered, as if trying to memorize something, Murong Lian absent-mindedly turned the bong in his hand, and hummed beside him: "It's useless for you to memorize, next time it might be This step. Immortal Chi, am I right?"

Murong Chuyi didn't answer, and put the key into the lock, only to hear a few muffled clucks, and the red sandalwood thick wooden door boomed open——

"Come in." He said lightly.