Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

Taixu Gate, the main peak of Lingyun.

Holding a stack of brand-new Taoist robes and crowns in his hands, Bai Ziyu looked at the living hall in front of him with a somewhat inquiring look on his face.

He is a disciple of the inner sect, and he is also the master of the sect, such trivial matters as delivering clothes are usually done by the servants in the sect, and he has never been troubled by him.

But a few days ago, when the head and his party returned from a trip, not only did they not bring back the legendary fairy artifact, but instead brought back a handsome man with an ethereal celestial aura.

The head of the sect, who had been pure and ascetic for half his life, even ignored the astonished gazes of his disciples, and brought the unconscious man into his living hall. He kept guarding and taking care of him for several days, and ordered all the disciples in the sect not to spy on him.

The entire Taixu Sect simply exploded.

What the hell?The head who has been single for nearly a thousand years finally blossomed?

What about going to grab the fairy artifact?

Just now, the man who had been in a coma for several days was said to have finally woken up, and the master called for someone to bring a neat new Taoist robe.

As Ling Yunfeng's junior junior, Bai Ziyu finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, relying on his usual youth and favor, he directly stopped the fairy servant who was going to the living hall, took his clothes and sneaked over.

Today the senior brother is leaving the customs, the head master has always placed high hopes on the senior brother, and will definitely spare time to visit him. Even if he sneaks over to have a look at this moment, the master probably won't be able to catch him.

Thinking this way in his heart, Bai Ziyu's footsteps became more brisk for a while, and the young man stepped over the mountains and ravines lightly, and arrived at the living hall of the head of the sect after a while.

Because of the prohibition already issued, the residence of the head of the sect is more quiet than usual at this time, the surroundings are so quiet that not even a fairy servant can be found, only the green trees, mountains, flowers and grass are the companions, the mist rises, and the distant mountain stream is white. One piece, it was actually quiet and somewhat dead silent.

At this time, Bai Ziyu remembered the ban on the head of the sect, and finally showed a little timidity, but the matter had come to this point, he hesitated again and again, and stepped into the palace bravely.

The hall was also very quiet, without a trace of human voice, but he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the master was really not here.

Before letting go of the breath in his heart, he had just walked around a corner when he inadvertently raised his head, but gasped again, his steady heartbeat missing a beat.

Not more than five steps away from him, a white figure was kneeling on the ground, with a thin body and straight back. The silhouette pierced his eyes like a sharp sword.

Bai Ziyu stared at the kneeling man in astonishment, but he froze on the spot, wrinkling the clothes he was holding tightly with both hands.

With just one glance, he knew what it meant to be graceful and immortal.

The man kneeling was extremely handsome, with only snow-white obscene clothes on his body, his waist and black hair were untied, hanging down, his profile was like a cold moon reflecting snow, his eyebrows and eyes were full of frost, and his eyes were empty. Looking at the mountain scenery outside the window, but it seems that nothing is in his eyes.

Bai Ziyu has never seen a person who is more immortal than his master, nor has he seen a person who is more indifferent than his elder brother.

Now he sees it.

Even if the person in front of me is handsome and thinly clothed, no one dares to feel any blasphemy.

It was probably because he was in a daze for too long, which disturbed the man who was looking at the window thinking. The man turned his head slowly, looking at him quietly with his star-like eyes, without saying a word.

The man looked too seriously when he looked at him, as if he was the only one in his eyes.

Bai Ziyu couldn't help suffocating his breath, his heart skipped a beat, he didn't dare to look at the man again, and hurriedly lowered his head to look away.

But when he shifted his gaze, he saw the man's obscene clothes hanging loosely on his body, a large area of ​​pale jade-like complexion was exposed on his chest, and a light-colored wound was imprinted on his heart.

The young man's cheeks flushed immediately, his footsteps became flustered, and he staggered back several steps, almost burying his face in the clothes he was holding, not daring to look at the man on the ground.

It wasn't until the soft cloth of the clothes touched the tip of his nose that Bai Ziyu suddenly came back to his senses, remembering that the clothes in his hands would be put on the man later, he stopped burying his face in the clothes immediately, His face turned red with shame.

"This, this fellow Taoist..."

He was ashamed of his gaffe just now, and he stammered: "This, this is the clothes that Master ordered me to bring. The weather in the mountains is cold and cold, and please ask fellow Taoists... please change into them..."

Looking at the clothes pushed by the red-faced young man, the man kneeling on the low couch still looked at him, without saying a word, without making the slightest movement, and had no intention of taking the clothes over.

Bai Ziyu still turned his head and held his clothes, too shy to look at him.

For a moment, the two people in the room did not move, and fell into an atmosphere of strange silence.

……

Qiu Chenzhi looked at the boy in front of him who gave him clothes, although his face was calm, his heart was already panicked.

It should be said that since he opened his eyes, his heart has continued to collapse.

What exactly is this place? !

He clearly remembered that he was just as usual, lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone for a while before going to sleep, then turned off the lights and closed his eyes to sleep.

There were no car accidents, no electric shocks, no sudden death from staying up late, and no pit-digging. The author was cursed to fill the pit--

But he was caught off guard just like that... crossed over! ! !

Waking up from a coffin was never a pleasant experience, let alone finding himself in the middle of a battlefield after he managed to climb out of the coffin.

And the two groups of men and horses surrounding him, who were beaten to death, had all kinds of monsters and ghosts, and there was no normal human being at a glance.

The strong sense of crisis forced Qiu Chenzhi to drag his body that seemed to have suddenly contracted polio, bent down with difficulty and stiffly, trying to pick up a long sword on the ground to defend himself.

There is a guy in his hand, even if he can't beat him, he can still struggle to the death.

But before he touched the hilt of the sword, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he passed out again.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the living hall, and beside him was a fairy-like old man with a white beard staring at him, with a long sword beside him.

Qiu Chenzhi, whose heart had already collapsed into a groundhog screaming, miraculously calmed down.

In order to save his life, with the attitude of talking more and making mistakes, since he woke up, he has been insisting on keeping silent and not talking to anyone.

Facing his cold attitude, the old man with white beard didn't feel offended, but was very happy. He kept holding his hand and talking non-stop, without any reserved demeanor.

Through the old man's rambling words, Qiu Chenzhi finally managed to understand that the world he traveled through seemed to be a world of immortals, and the old man in front of him was the leader of the contemporary righteous way.

The white-bearded old man has been fighting with his old enemy Mojun for thousands of years. A few days ago, Mojun announced to retreat to practice in order to improve his cultivation, but he has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation and has been unable to break through.

Coincidentally, during the retreat period of the demon king, a rare fairy artifact came out, and the old man with white beard wanted to be the first to obtain the fairy artifact, so as to seek an opportunity to break through his bottleneck.

After a lot of hard work, relying on his highest cultivation level in the audience, he really snatched all the immortal artifacts.

Snatched them all!

In other words, apart from the long sword, Qiu Chenzhi himself, and even the coffin where Qiu Chenzhi lay, the old man took everything into his bag.

How cruel!He eats meat by himself and doesn't even leave some soup leftovers for others.

Because of Qiu Chenzhi's attitude of being silent and uncooperative, for some reason, the old man with the white beard thought that Qiu Chenzhi should be a sword spirit born from the immortal sword.

It is not surprising that the fairy artifacts have spirits, and it is not surprising that the newborn artifact spirits do not understand human language, do not understand human language, and are ignorant of human relationships.

In this way, Qiu Chenzhi remained silent, but exuded an extremely strong spiritual energy all over his body, and this phenomenon also had a reasonable explanation.

Qiu Chenzhi: "..."

He worshiped under the imagination of the cultivator.

Your family's sword spirit didn't stay in the sword, but was nailed in the coffin instead?

In this way, the white-bearded old man kept staring at him and nagging for a long time, until he heard that the old man's beloved eldest disciple had just left the seclusion, the white-bearded man shook off the dust, and once again regained his immortal demeanor, stepping on the fairy air of colorful auspicious clouds. Fluttering away.

It's just that before his ears were cleared for a long time, he heard another person breaking into the house from a distance.

When the man walked in, he turned his head to look, only to see a handsome young man holding a stack of clothes, his cheeks flushed for some reason.

It wasn't until the young man stammered and tossed his words that Qiu Chenzhi realized that the young man had come to give him clothes.

Looking at the pile of clothes that were crumpled under the nervousness of the young man, after hesitating for a long time, he finally stretched out his hand to take it.

Bai Ziyu waited for a long time, finally waited until Qiu Chenzhi picked up his shirt, he was relieved, the heat on his face subsided a little, and he couldn't help sneaking a peek at him again.

But this time he didn't dare to stare at other people's faces anymore, he just lowered his eyebrows, his gaze stayed on Qiu Chenzhi's delicate chin for a while, and then turned to the strand of hair scattered around his ear.

It stands to reason that after delivering the clothes, he should leave in time to avoid being caught by the returning master.

However, Bai Ziyu's curiosity still persisted, and it was the first time in his life that he saw such a magnificent person, so he felt a little bit reluctant for a while, wondering whether he would be lucky enough to have a few words with such a person.

He hadn't finished the little calculations in his mind, when he heard a slight sound in his ear, and a sandalwood road crown rolled down to his feet.

Bai Ziyu hurriedly looked up, and saw Qiu Chenzhi kneeling on the couch, holding a strand of black hair with his slender and well-proportioned fingers, who was also staring at the dao crown on the ground in a daze.

Looking at the Taoist crown on the ground, and then at the cold jade-like pale fingertips, Bai Ziyu suddenly realized, he hurriedly picked up the Taoist crown and said: "Fellow Daoist, you can't tie your hair?"

This question hit the nail on the head, and Qiu Chenzhi, who was already reticent, became even more silent in an instant.

As a modern person, he not only doesn't know how to tie his hair, he doesn't even know how to wear that Taoist robe.

Sensing the low air pressure around him that was about to freeze, Bai Ziyu somehow felt his heart jump, and suddenly felt a bit of sudden timidity inexplicably.

Just as a wild beast is displeased, so a hare in a cave will sense a hint of danger crouching.

But he still shook his head slightly, shaking off the inexplicable fear in his heart, just approached Qiu Chenzhi, and said in a warm voice: "If you don't mind, fellow Taoist, can I do it for you?"

Qiu Chenzhi silently looked at the dao crown in his hand, pondered for a long time, as if he suddenly thought of something, his black eyes moved, and finally nodded slowly.

He even eased the chill between his brows and eyes, raised his head to look at the nervous young man, the corners of his mouth curled up as if there was nothing there.

Bai Ziyu's heart was instantly hit by the little smile on the corner of his mouth, the palm of his hand holding the Taoist crown trembled, and even the tips of his ears turned red.

He took a deep breath to suppress the strange excitement in his heart, took out the etiquette taught by his teachers on weekdays, eased his expression, walked around behind Qiu Chenzhi, and held up a strand of black ink hair.

Feeling the smooth touch of his fingertips, the boy blushed again, took out a wooden comb from his Qiankun bag, and said: "I offended..."

……

The southernmost tip of Lingyun Peak.

One person stood tall, with a long sword on his back, and dressed fiercely in white.

Mo Han has been standing here for a long time, his figure almost merged with the steep cliff, only the sword energy lingering around his side is still extremely fierce, the whole person is like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, unstoppable.

When the disciples in the past saw the elder brother after leaving the customs, they couldn't help admiring the talent of their elder brother.

This time, it seems that the senior brother's perception of sword intent has reached a new level. He has already achieved such a level at a young age. It is not an exaggeration to praise the No.1 of the younger generation.

It's just that the admiration is the admiration, all the disciples also know that their elder brother is indifferent and doesn't like to get close to others, so they don't dare to stay here any longer, and avoid this place with their swords.

Only Mo Han was left standing with his sword in his hand. After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked up.

Tian Qingzi, the head of Taixu, stepped on the auspicious cloud, shook off the floating dust, and stayed right in front of him, looking at the big disciple he had placed high hopes on with a bit of relief in his eyes.

Mo Leng's stern expression remained unchanged, he just cupped his hands and saluted: "The disciple sees the master."

The voice is also very cold, with a bit of compelling sword intent.

Before Tian Qingzi could speak, he straightened up again, looked at Master, and asked directly: "I heard that Master brought back a man when he went out this time?"

Tian Qingzi was silent for a while, and finally sighed: "Yes."

Mo Han's eyebrows furrowed instantly.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Qiu Chenzhi: "The first day I'm not here... Those idiots in the fairy world haven't noticed that I'm missing!"