To be honest, Zhuchen has never seen a man as fickle as Zhao Gutai.

From the little white flower in the wind, to the idiot fan, to the deep-seated and resentful woman, he switches almost seamlessly, howling when he opens his mouth. Even someone as cold and cold-hearted as Feng Buye can't stand him.

Feng Changyin was innocently strangled by him and felt suffocated. He wanted to get rid of him, but it was like a dog-skin plaster, and he couldn't push it away no matter how hard he pushed.

He got annoyed and said angrily: "What are you doing! Don't make trouble with me!"

Zhao Gutai didn't care, and pulled him like a door to a new world. The more he resisted, the stronger he became. His movements were rough and tough, but when he spoke, he was coy and shy. Chaofeng Buye asked: "I have admired the Immortal Lord for a long time. Please ask the Immortal Lord for a long time."

Allow me to stay! I am willing to do anything, and everything will be at the command of the Immortal Lord. I have nothing to ask for, I just..."

Zhuchen said rudely: "You just want to join us, not destroy us, right?"

Zhao Gutai nodded heavily: "Yes!"

Damn you!

Zhuchen originally thought that Zhao Gutai was an honest otaku, but after he lost his face, he became a mess inside, which was simply unacceptable.

Feng Buye didn't care about these trivial matters, told Zhuchen to handle them on his own, got up and went back to the house.

Zhao Gutai knew that the person who decided whether he should stay or go was Zhuchen, so he turned around and looked at her pitifully, raised two fingers, and vowed to swear to heaven.

"Farewell, farewell." Zhuchen stopped him fearfully, "I know you are sincere, I believe it."

Isn't it sincere to scare away idols?

Zhuchen said: "How about this? Everyone has been busy these two days. After all, the place to live has not been found yet. If you are willing, help everyone build the house first."

There are many laborers, and he is also a monk, so that is naturally very good. He can carry ten cows, and he doesn't have to eat. It's a pleasure.

Zhao Gutai agreed immediately, as if he had gained some great benefit. After such a long time, he finally remembered his crime tool and started looking around the world: "Where is my sword? Where has my magic weapon gone?"

Zhuchen: "..." He looks like his IQ is worrying.

Only when the momentum subsided did Zhao Gutai return to normal.

He put the sword back into his bag, looked at everyone, and showed a timid smile.

Tonight, he was going to sleep with Zhang Shiwen and others. Everyone made a quilt for him and helped him to put it on it. They were quite friendly to him.

Thinking about it, not long ago, everyone was greeting each other with buckets covered. This relationship changed really quickly. Maybe the friendship was established so suddenly.

Zhao Gutai's body was still sore from the beating. He huddled at the foot of the bed and reached out to touch around. He felt that it was very strange.

"Why is this outer wall warm?"

Zhang Shiwen sat by the bed and took off his clothes and socks, and said casually: "Yes, this is some kind of monster shell that the Immortal Lord risked his life and went to the devil world to find for us. How can it be a mortal thing?"

Zhao Gutai turned his head blankly: "Going to the Demon Realm? Not to mention the Demon Realm. Even at the edge of the Demon Realm, there are many monsters walking through it, which is very dangerous. What's more, the shell is so huge. If you think about it, you will know that the monster is extremely powerful."

When it comes to praising people, Zhang Shiwen is very good at it: "The Immortal Lord took this risk just to give us a place to shelter from the wind and rain. The Immortal Lords are all very good people."

Zhao Gutai sighed and said with emotion: "Senior is indeed as upright and upright as the rumors say. But why did he become a demon cultivator? He has profound Taoism and is the most powerful sword cultivator in the world. There should be no mistakes. Could it be that

Have you been framed by a villain?"

Zhang Shiwen and others didn't know about this problem. They went to fetch water, washed up, and lay down on the bed one after another. They had done a lot of hard work today and had to get up early tomorrow, so they couldn't waste their rest time.

Zhao Gutai tossed and turned for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep.

Although he was not taken seriously in Yu Yuan Sect, he was still an inner disciple and had always lived alone in a room.

He listened to the uneven breathing around him and knew that everyone had not rested yet, so he couldn't restrain his curiosity and continued to chat with them.

"Brothers, you are not here for the name of Immortal Lord, so why do you want to stay here? Isn't there everything in Yuyuan City? At least living here is much more comfortable than this place."

Zhang Shiwen was drowsy, but after hearing this, he became completely awake. He chuckled and said, "There are all kinds of deadly things in Yuyuan City."

Zhao Gutai was stunned for a moment, lying on the edge of the bed, leaning his head down a little, and whispered: "No... it's not that exaggerated, right? Yu Yuan is still safe, after all, there are many people in the sect. There have been no monster invasions for many years.

"

"hehe."

There was a series of muffled laughter, and the voices were full of sarcasm. Everyone regarded what he just said as a very ridiculous joke.

"Little Taoist Priest, if you live a comfortable life yourself, don't think about other people's lives the same as your own. Your Yuyuan City has not left many ways for the people to survive."

"You Yu Yuanzong people treat the common people like animals to trade with Xuntian. Every year, the number of casualties among the strong men sent to Xuntian is less than half."

"Where's Yu Yuan? The old house I live in has rain leaks in the summer and wind leaks in the winter. I don't even have a chance to repair it. There are several holes made by you monks."

"My son hugged me today and said that he had enough to eat for two days in a row, and asked me how many more days he could eat. He could eat less and save it for later. Ha, I am having a bad time in Yuyuan

Even worse, but still unable to support a family. I managed to earn some money, but it was all plundered by you monks. But in the court, food, clothing, and housing, there are immortal kings thinking about us everywhere.

.I have to go back because my brain is broken."

"I once heard a human saying, 'A harsh government is fiercer than a tiger.' The vicious hearts of the monks of your Yu Yuan Sect are even more ruthless than monsters."

Zhao Gutai's Adam's apple rolled up. Hearing everyone's words, his face turned red from the pain and he was speechless for a long time.

He turned around and faced upwards, his expression full of confusion.

At this time, Zheng Kang suddenly said: "Little Taoist Master, tell me something you don't want to hear. I see that you are not very popular in Yuyuan."

Zhao Gutai twitched his fingers and asked in a low voice: "Why do you talk about me like this?"

"If they really cared about you, how could they let you go out to investigate? If you haven't returned for a long time, how could they let you wander outside?"

Zhao Gutai felt extremely cold, but he couldn't deny that he was right.

To Yu Yuan and to Master, I am afraid that he is just a dispensable person. This time, Master sent him here casually, probably not thinking about his life or death at all.

Zhang Shiwen lifted up the quilt and said, "Moduo thought about Taoist Priest, if you want to leave tomorrow, you can leave. Our Immortal Lord will not force anyone to stay."

The next day, the early morning light shone in from outside the house.

Zhao Gutai stood up silently, followed the others to help, and used his sword to cut a few wooden windows.

As noon approached, he raised his head and looked into the distance, but still could not wait for Yu Yuan's fellow disciples to come looking for him.

He was bombarded by his master yesterday before he entered the city. Perhaps the brothers and sisters don't know about this yet...

Alas, it was really difficult for Zhao Gutai to find sufficient reasons to comfort himself.

He thought pessimistically that not many people would know if he died outside.

Zhao Gutai's heart felt so cold. Although he had already thought of leaving Yu Yuan yesterday, facing this indifferent reality, he still felt sad. It was as if those decades of life had become a piece of meat.

Dogs are totally worthless.

Zhao Gutai went to find Zhuchen and saluted her: "Senior Sister Zhuchen."

Zhuchen raised his Hanxu sword and turned back: "Hey."

Zhao Gutai was filled with envy and thought that this is what he calls a disciple. He lowered his gaze and said, "I will go to Yu Yuanzong to return the token now, and I will come back to help in the evening."

"Have you really thought clearly about leaving Yu Yuan and staying in Chaowen?" Zhuchen looked at him and said with a smile, "I have to make an agreement with you first. My master has now become a demon cultivator, and there are still some...

If you are injured, you will no longer be able to use Pu Fengzong's swordsmanship as before, and I may not be able to give you much guidance. If you come here for his reputation as the best swordsman in the world, you will definitely be disappointed."

"I have thought it through and don't ask for advice from the Immortal." Zhao Gutai nodded seriously, with a little sadness on his brows, and cheered up, "I just think that Yu Yuan is probably not suitable for me. Anyway, my talents are limited, so I can't stay here."

I’m not happy in Yuyuan either. That’s all.”

Zhuchen felt happy and urged: "Then go ahead and come back early. There is still a lot of work waiting for you."

Zhao Gutai: "Okay."

Zhao Gutai Yu Jian left.

After he left, he didn't come back until nightfall.

Feng Changyin was still waiting for him to come back, and they arranged to go to a distant place to chop wood together. They had been looking forward to it all day, but in the end he was gone.

Although Zhao Gutai looked a bit clumsy, he was quite diligent with his hands and feet. Feng Changyin actually had a good impression of him. Taking him with him was like having a junior brother, which was quite interesting.

As a result, this junior-discipline relationship was so short-lived that it ended without any problems.

Feng Changyin was depressed, dragging his long sword and ran to Feng Buye to complain: "Master, that man has disappeared. Last night he said he admired you sincerely, but it turns out it was just talk."

Feng Buye glanced at him, his eyes were deep and his tone was cold: "Concentrate on your cultivation and don't worry about external things. The way you cultivate is most concerned about the ups and downs of your mind. What does the monk of Yu Yuan Sect have to do with you?"

Feng Changyin was glared at by him and said weakly: "But he said he would stay in Chaowen. I just want to care about him."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, afraid that Feng Buye would accuse him of not doing his job properly. Without waiting for the other party's reply, he bowed hastily and ran away like a rabbit.

After leaving the bamboo hut, he was still frightened. He said that the master was so scary. Just looking at him with those black and white eyes was extremely oppressive and made him dare not be presumptuous.

Not long after Feng Changyin left, Zhuchen also walked in.

She stood at the door and said hesitantly: "Master, it seems that Zhao Gutai has disappeared."

Feng Buye: "..."

Zhuchen continued: "I don't think he is a person who breaks his word. Since he said he would stay, even if he goes back on his word, he should still give a message. Now that he is like this, is he afraid that he will be detained by the people of Yu Yuanzong?

"

Feng Buye raised his eyelids, looked at her, and slowly uttered two words: "Really?"

Zhuchen walked to the bamboo bed and said, "I'm quite worried about him. After all, he is half of us. How about I ask my junior brother to go over and take a look?"

Feng Buye was silent for a long time, put his fingers on his knees into his long sleeves, and asked: "Do you like him very much?"

"Isn't it true that Chao Wen is in need of someone? It would be better if he were a monk." Zhuchen sighed, "Oh, but Zhao Gutai alone is not of much use. I just think he is pitiful. He left today.

At that time, he had a wry smile on his face and almost cried when he looked at it."

The robes were shaking and the clothes were being rubbed. Feng Buye walked down from the bed and got very close to Zhuchen, his tall figure blocking the candlelight in front of her.

His facial features were sunk in the darkness of the night, and there was an inexplicable chill in his body. He nodded slightly: "I'll go take a look."

"Master, are you going?" Zhuchen said, "There's no need for you to take action, it's just the Yu Yuan Sect. Junior Brother should be able to come and go as he pleases."
Chapter completed!