"Have you heard? Wen Yi, the seventh elder of Piaomiaohuan Palace, is coming to Qingzhou."
"Why is it her again? She can't just calm down."
"Seventh Elder... I remember that the Master of Ziwei Pavilion just went to Piao Miao Huan Mansion to break off his engagement some time ago. He was almost raped by the Seventh Elder Overlord, and his innocence was ruined. It was so miserable."
"In the final analysis, the master of the pavilion has a good temper, and the Ziwei Pavilion is weak. Otherwise, how could we easily let that old pervert get stuck."
"Our pavilion master is handsome and is a heartthrob loved by everyone."
"..."
Wen Yi was sitting by the window facing the street eating, and her expression was expressionless when she heard the voice coming from next door.
"From Tongshanmen, then to Yunzhou, and now to Qingzhou, your peach blossoms are blooming one after another. It's very interesting."
Shen Yu and Wen Yi sat opposite each other, with stern faces, silver hair flying in the wind, a bit of sneer hidden in the ink-like eyes, and murderous intent under them.
This murderous intention was not directed at Wen Yi, but at the men and women behind the screen.
"I can't help it, everyone loves good-looking people." Wen Yi tastelessly picked a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth, "I have a low cultivation level and a high status. I like beautiful men, and I can coax them. I am a walking spirit stone." There is no difference in the magic weapon, and it is reasonable for it to be popular."
Last night, she and Shen Yu escaped overnight, changed their appearance, and came to Qingzhou.
Wen Yi's cultivation is naturally not that fast.
The whole journey was about Shen Yujian. She lay on the enlarged sword to sleep, and hurriedly traveled all night to Qingzhou, thousands of miles away, and then found an inn to stay.
Because it was still dark when we arrived, the boss refused directly, and Shen Yu kicked the door to pieces. Wen Yi used magic to confuse the boss before he moved in.
The diners outside the screen were still discussing the past between Wen Yi and the master of Ziwei Pavilion. She was curious, how could they know about it when she had just arrived?
Could it be the book spirit ‘Lord Lingyuan’?
It has certain predictive power.
The past between the original owner and the master of Ziwei Pavilion emerged in Wen Yi's memory.
Qingzhou Ziwei Pavilion is one of the six major sects and a subsidiary sect of Fu Sect. It has had dozens of pavilion masters over the past thousand years, and all the pavilion masters have never exceeded the Nascent Soul realm.
When a small sect becomes a subsidiary of a large sect, it can enjoy care and blessing, but at the same time, its cultivation will be restricted, making it easier for the main sect to control it. This is a common problem among the six major sects.
There are dozens of small sects under the Piao Miao Huan Mansion, and the leaders of each sect cannot exceed the Nascent Soul realm.
It is very difficult to become a Yuanying realm monk and requires a large supply of resources. If you are unlucky and fail to survive the tribulation, all your efforts will be in vain.
If you are lucky enough to successfully overcome the calamity, you will be recalled to the main sect, become the elder's subordinate, and provide blood to the main sect.
The original owner met Fu Yun, the master of Ziwei Pavilion, unexpectedly at the Immortal Ascension Conference for selecting disciples in the world of immortality.
The place where disciples were recruited in Qingzhou was very small. When the original owner passed by unexpectedly, he saw Fuyun performing a spell for mortals with spiritual roots to see. His graceful posture and the orchids and jade trees on his back were very similar to Ling Yujun.
When Fu Yun turned around, the handsome face instantly struck the original owner's heart. She quickly cast the 'Love at First Sight' and 'Heartbeat' spells on her face to increase her charm.
However, although......
The same persistent stalking, the same routine, and in the end both hands were empty.
Fu Yun is a perfectionist. Although he doesn't like the original owner, he doesn't treat the original owner as a human being like Jiang Huaiyu.
He is not like Gu Yanting, who is arrogant and arrogant. When he doesn't like it, he discards it like a pair of worn shoes, and when he likes it, he is sour and jealous.
Shen Yu was shocked by Wen Yi's shamelessness.
Cold eyes glanced across the foggy streets, and all kinds of talismans, incense, amulets, peach wood swords and other things used to ward off evil could be seen everywhere, highlighting the weirdness of Qingzhou.
Qingzhou is one of the relics of ancient divine wars. There are many ghosts and evil spirits often causing trouble. The people in the city have at least one or two talismans to ward off evil spirits.
For example, hairpins engraved with charms, clothes embroidered with charms, and even doors and windows are decorated with mythical beasts and ancient gods to ward off evil spirits.
"Shen Yu, is this you?" Wen Yi's slender, white fingers slid on the window carved with gods.
The carvings on the window were very rough, and what Wen Yi recognized at a glance was that the man was stepping on a flower of manjusara, and there were two attendants standing on the left and right sides in different postures.
This is the second image she has seen about Shen Yu.
The first picture is the picture of the ascension of the violent prince seen on the wall when Yunzhou was hunting Zhu Xiangrong.
Shen Yu's cold eyes were fixed on it, and the moment Ming Ming's finger touched the window, his fingertips felt a burning tingling sensation, like being pricked by a red-hot needle.
"Dangdangdang——"
The bell rang suddenly, as if summoning someone.
Wen Yi was just wondering when she noticed a palm-sized bronze bell hanging above her head.
The bronze bell automatically makes a melodious sound without wind.
At the same time, Wen Yi sensed that many people suddenly gathered here.
"Bang!"
The screen was kicked to the ground, and more than ten rays of light yellow light suddenly shone on Wen Yi. She felt as if her body was swelling and she was very uncomfortable.
Someone shined the light on her eyes, and Wen Yi unconsciously covered her eyes.
"Foreigner", "Not a monster", "Not a ghost", "It must have been triggered accidentally."
Soon, the yellow light disappeared, and a young man wearing a scarlet robe walked up to Wen Yi. He had a fair face and two pear dimples at the corners of his mouth when he smiled:
"Fairy, I'm sorry, are you scared?"
After saying that, he turned around and looked at his fellow disciples, as if asking himself if this was the right thing to do.
"What are you doing?" Wen Yi opened her eyes and found that Shen Yu was no longer on the opposite side. She turned her head to look at the disciple dressed like a flamingo, and three words came to her mind: "Ziwei Pavilion."
"I am Fu Yu, a disciple of Ziwei Pavilion. When I was on patrol, I heard the alarm bell coming from here. I thought it was an evil spirit and hurried over. I used the exorcism mirror to test it without your permission. I'm really sorry."
He bowed and apologized with an apologetic expression, as if he had done something terribly wrong.
The Ziwei Pavilion disciples couldn't help but frown.
"Evil spirit?" Wen Yi thought about Shen Yu's situation. Maybe the formation on the window mistook him for an evil spirit.
"Maybe you made a mistake." Wen Yi took out the dagger of doom from the Qiankun bag and touched the window. In an instant, the alarm bell blared, "There is a sealed resentful spirit on this thing, and I accidentally touched it with it just now. "
She cooperatively handed the dagger to Fu Yu.
The wielder of the Dagger of Doom will have bad luck, so there will be no problem for a short while.
Fu Yu saluted, inspected it carefully, and then asked his fellow disciples to inspect it together.
Everyone shook their heads.
Although there are resentful spirits inside, they did not escape from the ancient ruins of Qingzhou and were sealed. If it weren't for the dense curses and terrifying faces on the dagger, almost no one would have noticed.
"I'm really sorry." Fu Yu returned the dagger with both hands, "The female fairy isn't scared, is she? She doesn't feel uncomfortable?"
Always consider other people's feelings, whether mine or those of my classmates, with a please-pleaser personality, Wen Yi secretly thought.