It does not distinguish between good and evil, and does not argue between right and wrong, which is called "idiot". Besides, this person is still famous as a "folk of refining tools". I heard that he has no relatives or friends in his eyes, and he has been silent in the way of refining tools all year round. willing to pay.
He gave people the feeling that he was too inhumane, whether it was his personality, appearance, or the attire of fluttering clothes and silk, there was a distinct sense of alienation. In the entire Chonghua Imperial City, almost no one is willing to talk to him, and of course he does not want to talk nonsense with others. The only one who persevered and clinged to him was only—
"Fourth Uncle!!"
Yue Chenqing was full of surprises, and hurriedly ran to him, trying to hug him.
"Crazy Immortal" Murong Chuyi took a step back calmly, avoiding the little nephew who was rushing towards him. The whisk that was held in the arms was pulled out, and with just one sweep, the gust of wind blew in all directions, 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 towards Murong Chuyi just like Sa Huan's puppy. But Murong Chuyi turned his gaze to Sword Spirit as if he couldn't hear or see anything.
Those glazed eyes glanced at Li Qingqian lightly, and said:
"It's a good sword."
In his eyes, there is no Li Qingqian, only the sword of Hong Shao.
"Pity."
With a flick of the whisk, the blood curse that Yue Chenqing had spent so much effort to draw actually appeared at Li Qingqian's feet out of thin air.
Murong Chuyi's words were clear, and he said indifferently: "Your blood is poured into the cauldron, and your bones are cast into the sword. There is three feet of water in the box, and you were once a dreamer. Your soul is buried in cold iron, and I want to be a lantern..."
Yue Chenqing had long been accustomed to Fourth Uncle's ignorance of him, so she leaned over and said, "That's what I just read, it's useless—"
Murong Chuyi's eyelashes didn't even move, and he read on: "The devil's blade is like an inverse journey, why don't you return to the mortal world."
"!" Yue Chenqing was startled, "Isn't it a magic weapon?"
But Li Qingsu was already showing an unbearable expression of pain, and the red peony sword in his arms was overflowing with black energy. Broken into a thousand pieces!
Yue Chenqing had to recite the sword-destroying mantra thirty times for each sentence, but Murong Chuyi only needed one...
It was only at this moment that Yue Chenqing reacted: "Ah... yes... this... this is a weapon of the Liao Kingdom, not a divine weapon, but a magic weapon... Therefore, the last sentence should be... "
Murong Chuyi's light brown eyes squinted slightly, looking at Li Qingsu's remnant of the sword spirit, and after a while, his sword eyebrows were suddenly lowered.
it's wired.
After the weapon was damaged, the sword spirit should disperse immediately, but Li Qingsu's sword spirit did not disperse, it just turned from a real entity to an illusion, and then... Before I could finish thinking, a black gas suddenly rose into the sky, and I was caught off guard. Sweep away the crowd, pierce the hole and come out!
Yue Chenqing said in shock, "Fourth Uncle! He escaped!"
"I'm not blind, I see."
"Chase!"
Murong Chuyi glanced at the black qi that had disappeared, and said, "I can't catch up."
Yue Chenqing was shocked by his fourth uncle's simplicity, rudeness, honesty and honesty.
Murong Chuyi raised her hand to cast a spell, causing the remaining hilt of the red peony sword to float, then twisted her fingers and lowered her eyes to take a closer look.
Yue Chenqing murmured: "What's going on? Why is there still a little hilt left? Shouldn't it disappear completely? Why didn't the sword spirit dissipate immediately?"
Murong Chuyi looked at the broken sword and said, "He is so obsessed with it that he has become a sword demon. If he doesn't understand it, he won't disperse."
Yue Chenqing cried out, "Damn it! Fourth Uncle! He said he wanted to go out and kill! Then wouldn't he never disappear if he didn't kill the person he wanted to kill?"
Mo Xi also asked, "Is there another solution?"
"Yes." Murong Chuyi threw the small piece of red peony into his white silk satin Qiankun bag, and replied, "Try to make him feel that this is no longer his obsession."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked outside the cave. After a few steps, he stopped and said, "If you want to stop him, please go back to Yuefu first with me."
Yue Chenqing hurriedly followed: "Fourth Uncle and I don't need to say please, I'll go home with Fourth Uncle."
Murong Chu's white robe was fluttering, and the silk belt on the crown was fluttering, and what he was carrying was the fairy of Lingbo, Luo Xingshengchen, but just like the selective deafness, he didn't even glance at Yue Chenqing.
"..." Mo Xi looked at the situation in front of him and sighed in his heart that friendship in the world is really the most unreasonable thing.
Jiang Yexue treats Yue Chenqing's half-brother so well, gentle and kind, and thinks of everything for Yue Chenqing, but Yue Chenqing has 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 call it "cold" to others, but it can be regarded as "bad" to Yue Chenqing, but Yue Chenqing worships him and loves to revolve around him , chasing after him.
Over the years, it has never changed.
He couldn't help but think again that he was disappointed in Gu Mang in every possible way and had already given up. But deep down in his heart, there are still those feelings hidden in the past, but he himself can't tell.
Yuefu is one of the most mysterious mansions in Chonghua, and in such a mysterious Yuefu, the most mysterious places are all Murong Chuyi's sites. If these sites are divided according to the grades that are difficult to enter, the appointments will be as follows ranking-
Murong Chuyi's courtyard.
Murong Chuyi's study.
Murong Chuyi's bed.
Murong Chuyi's refining room.
The last one is simply impregnable and unbreakable, no one has ever stepped into it except Chi Xian himself. There is also a saying circulating in the market, which roughly means this: There are two places in the Chonghua Kingdom, and it is difficult for the emperor to enter today. One is Jiang Yaoshi's pill room, and the other is Murong Chuyi's utensil room.
Pills are poisonous.
And even if you give the king a few hundred years, the apparatus room organ will not be able to be solved.
Murong Chuyi was extremely accomplished in weapon refining, and even Yue Juntian himself had not tried his true strength.
Yue Juntian wanted to try it, but Murong Chuyi gave him a closed door again and again, and Yue Juntian couldn't hang on his face, and said in front of outsiders, "Chuyi is still young, and he doesn't dare to be with an older master. It is also excusable to learn from each other, ha ha ha.”
Murong Chuyi followed him.
Anyway, he doesn't care what other people think or think, and his name as an idiot is not for nothing. Murong Chuyi only loves his armor map, to the point of being almost crazy. As for fame, friends, relatives, go as far as you go.
When they arrived at the mansion, they happened to bump into Yue Chenqing's uncle who was going to go out. His eyes were a little awkward. From a distance, they only recognized Yue Chenqing at first sight. Go? I'm planning to find you!"
Yue Chenqing hurriedly said: "Uncle, I have taken over the appointment of the emperor..."
"You little brat's hair hasn't even grown yet, what are you going to pick up—" Before he finished speaking, when he saw Murong Chuyi coming under the frosty moon, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, "You?"
No wonder he was surprised. Although Murong Chuyi lives in Yuefu, he hardly ever sees everyone. If it wasn't for something deliberately squatting with him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to see him for three or two months. At this moment, he not only appeared, but also followed Yue Chenqing and several other people behind him, which was even more incredible.
So the uncle-in-law's tongue was big for a long time, and then he said in surprise, "You, why did you go outside?"
Murong Chuyi ignored him, but it wasn't a good word, so he just asked coldly, "Am I being grounded?"
"..." Uncle-in-law was a fiery man, his face slumped a little, "How did you talk? You are a relative, and you really opened a dyeing workshop after giving you three points of color?!"
Yue Chenqing hurriedly said: "Uncle, don't be angry, thanks to the fourth uncle who came in time today, otherwise the flower picker would have killed me."
Then the uncle-in-law snorted like a gasp, looked at Murong Chuyi in the white robe Ruoxue, and held back his mouth.
After a while, he narrowed his dim eyes and tried to look at the shadows behind him: "These are..."
Murong Lian sneered and said, "Second Yue, don't fiddle around with those little broken organs. People from a few meters away can't see their faces clearly. You are not far from being blind."
When the uncle-in-law heard the voice, he was taken aback: "Jun Wang Shu?!"
Murong Lian smiled maliciously: "Well, there's also Xi and Jun."
"!!"
Although the uncle-in-law is also a noble of high rank, he is still a rank lower than the flamboyant Xi and Wang Shu, so he hurriedly walked down the steps to greet him: "Oh, I'm really sorry, you two look at me like this. Eyes, it is indeed not far from being blind, and you are far away!"
As they got closer, they realized that standing at the back was a tall bamboo warrior with a sleepy Gu Mang tied to it.
The felon of the country appeared in front of him in such a strange posture, and the uncle-in-law couldn't help being a little stunned. He opened his mouth and looked up at the drowsy altar beast.
Murong Lian hooked the smoking gun on his neck, woke him up, and grinned at him: "Second Yue, remember to go to Jiang Yaoshi to see a doctor, and treat it early if you are sick."
"Yes yes yes! When I look back, I'll ask Dr. Jiang to give me a glass eyepiece!"
Murong Lian let go of him and said with a smile: "That's good. Yes, I'm addicted, can you give me a run back to the house, get a new smoking gun, and bring some floating dreams? "
The second child Yue hastily nodded his head twice, when he heard Murong Chuyi say lightly, "Open fire is forbidden in my courtyard."
Murong Lian asked curiously, "Why?"
"It will explode."
"… "
In the end, Murong Lian couldn't hold back her curiosity. She thought that she could pull it back if she went back to her dream. Even the emperor could not easily enter the residence of this "idiot". So pressing the irritable heat in his chest, he followed Murong Chuyi through the long corridor to the deepest part of the northwest corner of Yuefu.
They stopped in front of a closed full moon red sandalwood arch, and Murong Chuyi used his whisk to click on the seven-star Beidou formation embedded in the door four times in this order, Yuheng, Tianshu, Yaoguang, and Tianquan. The four spirit stones made a crunching sound and slowly sank, and then at their original positions, four little wooden figures the size of a palm appeared.
They opened their small mouths and asked together, "Who is coming back?"
Murong Chuyi said simply: "It's me."
A carved key appeared on each of the palms of the four little wooden figures, and asked, "How to choose?"
Murong Chuyi took one of them, and the little wooden people disappeared.
Yue Chenqing's eyes widened like copper bells, and her mouth was muttering, as if she was trying to remember something, Murong Lian absently turned her bong in her hand, and hummed beside her: "It's useless for you to remember, it may not be the next time. This step. Chixian, am I right?"
Murong Chuyi didn't answer, put the key in the keyhole, only heard a few muffled clacks, the red sandalwood thick wooden door banged open -
"Come in." He said lightly.