Immortal couple

Chapter 37

After entering the room, Mei Aoshuang released Wu Shiji's dumb acupoint, stared at him for a long time, and asked seriously: "Do you have a piece of red jade pendant?"

Without any hesitation, Wu tried to nod: "Yes, my dowry is a piece of spiritual blood jade, which my master gave me."

With a shock in her heart, Mei Aoshuang's eyes showed a coldness, she grabbed his shoulder and clasped it tightly: "What about Yu?"

"Ah! It hurts so much, Senior Brother Sect Leader." Wu tried to hold his shoulders and kept shrinking, but he couldn't. He asked innocently in his eyes, "Don't you remember?"

"What?" Mei Aoshuang increased her strength.

On the surface, it seemed that he didn't even move his fingers, but Wu Shizhu was so painful that he almost burst into tears, he still asked, "Don't you remember the night of the [-]th lunar month last month?"

That night, he had a fever and his body was in unbearable pain. He had warned Wu Shiji not to tell anyone. Could it be that he was going to threaten him by mentioning this matter...

"You really have ghosts." Mei Aoshuang slashed away with her palm, hitting Wu Yu on the pear blossom wooden bench in front of her, spitting blood instantly.

"I..." Wu tried to push himself up, and spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood. The dark red blood stained the skirt of his clothes. He waved his hand and said with difficulty, "What...what the hell? Senior brother, why are you worse than Wu Ya?" Rough, I still prefer whipped dripping wax..."

Mei Aoshuang was a little surprised at this man's endurance and shamelessness after being slapped by him, but she was still able to brazenly say such crazy words, she took a step towards him, condescending, her cold eyes seemed to see through him.

"What about the jade?"

"Don't worry, I'll take my time." Wu tried to get up from the stool, and sat down against the table. He grabbed the teapot on the table and poured himself a glass of water to rinse his mouth. After spitting out the remaining blood, he said: " Lost it."

"Lost it? It's such a coincidence, I lost it just because I asked you?" Mei Aoshuang gathered strength with another palm.

The cold light made Wu Zhuge feel a little frightened, and immediately confessed: "That night I lost the jade pendant and went to Luchi to touch it. I didn't feel it for a long time, and then you took off your clothes and took a bath, and I touched yours. ..."

"Don't talk about the rest." Mei Aoshuang interrupted, frowning tightly, and asked: "Didn't you find it?"

"Yes, you know it." Wu Shizhu spread his hands helplessly: "I lost it that day."

It was indeed this layman looking for things in Luchi that day, Mei Aoshuang fell silent.

Did the thief steal it?Why steal his jade pendant...

If this is the case, then Wu Shizhu is not that person, and the spiritual power in his body has been weak all the time, how could it be that person's profoundness.

Was that trace just a coincidence?It was dark last night and it rained again. Did you read wrong?

Thinking of this, he looked at the scratches on Wu Jilu's neck. The setting sun cast from the window fell from Wu Jilu's face, and the scratches on his neck were like a red line in the golden-red light, winding along his fair skin. It is not as eye-catching as last night, with shallow scars, and the shape of the traces is very clear under the light...

The direction... the direction is different.

Mei Aoshuang's eyes brightened, she stepped forward, turned Wu Shizhu's neck in front of her eyes, and looked at it carefully, the direction of the marks was different, Wu Shizhu scratched from the upper left to the lower right, the man's... ...He closed his eyes and echoed, the man's hair was from upper right to lower left, and the length was different.

"The master... senior brother?"

Refreshing fingers touched his neck, itching, cool, and very comfortable. It was the first time for Wu Shitu to be so close to this fairy. The sudden closeness made him overwhelmed with excitement. The setting sun illuminated his face like It was like a red apple, and then, Wu Zhuzhu felt that this was a moment for Chun Xiao, and leaned towards Mei Aoshuang with his neck raised and his mouth pouting.

"What are you doing!" Mei Aoshuang pushed him away, and took another step back.

When he said this, his tone was dull, the setting sun outside the window behind him cast light yellow spots from the tips of the leaves, falling on Mei Aoshuang's whole body standing against the light, making him look mottled and immortal, with a lofty expression.

Wu Zhu tried to look at him with a wretched smile: "Senior Brother Sect Leader hugged my neck, he didn't mean to follow me..."

"Shameless!" Mei Aoshuang flicked his sleeves and walked out the door, not knowing whether it was because of the setting sun, his ears turned crimson.

Seeing the back of him leaving in a fit of anger, Wu tried to touch his neck in puzzlement: "Why am I shameless again? Obviously you were the one who started it first."

Dinner was at Yage, and everyone followed the Confucian style of eating without saying anything, only Wu tried to ask where Zhao Youming had gone several times.

The twilight came up layer by layer, the dark colors painted the sky and the earth, the emerald green of the leaves reflected gray green, it looked dirty and unclean, and it was worrying. The gentle Seventh Master sitting above chewed After a few mouthfuls of food, but no appetite anymore, he called the owner for questioning.

"Shopkeeper, there are eight of us on this trip, and three disciples arrived in Yunzhong yesterday, can you stay in your shop?"

The shopkeeper nodded: "Yes, those three immortals arrived last night when they were ugly, and then went out again at Maoshi. When they left, they told the younger one to go to the city gate to pick you up when they came back, but they haven't returned yet, and the younger one doesn't know you either. When will it arrive, I can only wait for everyone in the store."

The Seventh Master had a trace of worry in his eyes. Since entering the city, Ye Huan has been welcoming him in the future, so he sent Zhao Youming to look for him, but he hasn't returned yet. They went to check the fox demon's whereabouts a day earlier. Could something have happened?

"Where did they go?"

"It seems..." the shopkeeper hesitated, with a hesitant expression: "It seems to have gone to Yaoqinju."

Hearing these three words, Xiaoer next to him also looked strangely at the several immortals in front of him, especially Wu Shizhi, Qiu Wuya and Mei Aoshuang.

"Yaoqin House?" Seventh Master's eyes were piercing, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure rushing towards the inn outside the window.

"Yes..." The shopkeeper was about to explain, when he heard hurried footsteps and a voice from downstairs: "Is the shopkeeper here?"

The Seventh Master cupped his hands: "The shopkeeper, please ask the people downstairs to come up."

Shopkeeper: "Okay, little one, let's go."

It was Zhao Youming who came in, and he had only left for an afternoon with a dusty face on his face. He went up to pay respects, and reported back with some sadness: "Seventh Master, Ye Huan and the others..." Then he carefully looked at the people around him. The shopkeeper and Xiao Er hesitated to speak.

Knowing this, Master Seven whispered to the shopkeeper, "Can the shopkeeper make it easier for us to discuss some matters alone?"

"Naturally, Xianjun will call the little one when he has something to do."

"Thank you."

The owner of the store is also a sensible person, and immediately took Xiaoer and bowed out.

When going downstairs, Xiaoer glanced up from time to time, and whispered gossipingly in the shopkeeper's ear: "Shopkeeper, the men in Xianmen are really popular recently."

The shopkeeper stared at him suspiciously: "Don't chew your tongue, don't you want to go to Yaoqin?"

"Bah bah..." Xiaoer broke his mouth in disgust: "I don't like that one. Is that Mr. You Ye in Yaoqinju as handsome as the fairy with the jade white earring above? I just like this Mr. Not good, I’m okay with that Young Master You Ye?”

"Say you're uneducated. You're still arrogant. You deserve to be a mistress, and someone else is a son." The shopkeeper went to the counter and took out the ledger to keep the accounts. Holding a pen, he pushed the inkstone to the mistress, and sarcastically said: "You don't know how to write these few strokes of ink, so you have the nerve to laugh at Young Master You Ye."

Xiao Er's movement of rubbing ink is similar to that of wiping the table, moving back and forth, the ink splashed out, and said disdainfully: "Why don't you just play the piano! You're still a demon, these people in the fairy sect say yes Going to catch demons, but in the end they were all fascinated, it's ridiculous, what kind of shit cultivating gentlemen."

The shopkeeper slapped him on the head: "Keep your voice down." Then he said in a low voice: "Monsters are rampant in this cloud. It has become a custom for you to come and go. Who cares if he is a demon or not, the piano is so popular. That's fine, he won't hurt anyone."

"No harm? What did those disappeared monks say?"

"What I'm saying is that he doesn't harm mortals like us." The shopkeeper said quietly: "As for the monks of Xianmen, it's not common for them to die of demons if they are not capable enough to go home. Isn't it common for them to die in the clouds? No, that’s why we invited Xianyue, the head of the Dao League.”

Xiao Er sneered for a while: "I don't think there is much hope, they are very masculine, and they probably lost their souls after seeing Mr. You Ye. Didn't the three of them come back last night?"

"How do you know they are masculine?"

"When I sent them to the guest room, I saw with my own eyes that they were jealous of that little monk. Zizhu in the west courtyard froze to death because of this fight."

The shopkeeper sighed in disbelief: "Hey, then they are more unfortunate than lucky. Even Xianyue has fallen into You Ye's hands. I am afraid that there will be no one in Xianmen who can calm the evil plague in the southern border."

"Xianyue sent these masculine disciples here, it really hit the muzzle of the gun."

The shopkeeper stared at the incomplete writing in front of him, and sighed again: "You Ye, You Ye, how many blood rains will you set off with the song Ling Zhong San?"

In the Accord, Zhao Youming nervously and hastily reported the information he got from searching for Ye Huan this afternoon.

"Scatter in the Lingzhong?"

The Seventh Master was amazed, even if there was a surviving score for this piece, no one could touch it. Qin art, qin technique, and qin realm all require extreme fortune-telling to comprehend the slightest bit of this piece. Its reputation is not only because of its soul-stirring music, but also because of its The sonorous and tragic story of Zhong Chang, a qin player, makes people feel sad. This song has not been handed down, and Zhong Chang passed away.

Mei Aoshuang was also a little surprised and asked: "It's not something just mediocre people can play to achieve the perfect tone of the zither, but do you know for sure that the Yaoqinju's Yaoqin player is indeed Lingzhongsan? Rather than imitating the tunes of Lingzhong San."

Zhao Youming reported truthfully: "Zhong Chang passed away only a few decades ago, and the scribes who saw him off at his execution ground went to Yaoqinju to listen to it, and after listening to it, they burst into tears and said that Zhong Chang's music has returned, and it has a unique charm! Those scholars who used to follow Zhong Chang now go to Yaoqin Residence regularly. One is to remember Zhong Chang, and the other is to write poems and essays for this Young Master You Ye who plays the piano. His name resounded throughout the literary world."

If someone can play Zhong Chang's Lingzhong San, all literati and music lovers will be haunted by this song, not to mention demons, even demons, they will be willing to listen to it.

Hearing this description, even Seventh Master couldn't bear it anymore. He often likes to play the piano, and knows very well the rareness of handed down works.

Wu tried to bury his head in his meal, he had no interest in such elegant things, he just wondered why they were talking about Ye Huan's disappearance and monsters all of a sudden, so excitedly they were talking about some peerless tune.

Similarly, Qiu Wuya was not interested in playing the piano and singing, so he drank a glass of strong wine and said impatiently: "Didn't you say that Mr. You Ye is a demon? If you don't catch him and interrogate the whereabouts of the fox demon, what are you talking about when you come back?" What about Ye Huan and the others? Didn’t find it either?”

"I haven't entered Yaoqin Residence." Zhao Youming said unceremoniously, disgusted by this person who can only fight.

"Just now the owner of this inn also said that Ye Huan and the others went to that Yaoqinju, but disappeared there?" Seventh Master asked.

"Yes."

Thinking for a moment, Master Seven nodded slightly: "Well, it's right not to go in." Then asked: "Do you know what kind of monster that is?"

"This is still unknown. This monster has only been in the southern border for two months."

"How is it related to the fox demon?"

"I didn't find any direct contact between them. I only found out that the demon is harmless to mortals, and it is very popular because of Lingzhong San, but it is different for people in the Immortal Sect. I heard that the method is weird, and the monks of the Immortal Sect will know it." After listening to his song, these people left on their own as if they were fascinated, and went to a certain place, but never came back! Because people didn't disappear directly in Yaoqinju, so their evasion was often maintained people develop for it.”

Mei Aoshuang was a little puzzled: "Is this related to the fox demon?"

Only then did Zhao Youming give him and Wu Shizhu a weird look, and said slowly: "It is said that the demon can deceive minds, and the monks who have seen the face of Young Master You Ye will be unable to extricate themselves from admiration, so they lose their spiritual power, but He doesn't see everyone."

Mei Aoshuang analyzed: "A monk's spiritual power is enough for him to use for a period of time, so he only uses this technique to absorb spiritual power when needed, and other monks will send it to a hiding place for storage. He should Only pick the ones that are easy to attack. Especially the monks who like the melody, they may have put down their guard after listening to the Naqu Ling Zhong San."

Wu Chuzhu, who was eating, suddenly raised his head, with a look of excitement on his face: "So powerful, Senior Brother You Ming, why don't you take me to meet him later."

Master Seven snorted softly, "What did you see him doing?"

Wu Zhuge glanced at Mei Aoshuang who was beside him, and said frankly: "Appreciate the teacher! Such a spell that can seduce men is exactly what I want to learn."

It's been a long time since he put down his chopsticks, but the Seventh Master felt like he was choking, Qiu Wuya drank his wine with a half-smile, Mei Aoshuang's chest heaved and he was so angry, Zhao Youming's jaw dropped again It fell to pieces on the ground.

Brazen is no longer enough to describe this man's nasty thinking.