Wu Xian stayed so strangely.

Song Yufeng was like a sharp sword hanging from his neck, and after Wu Xian stayed, he was restless all day long.

He tried to show affection to Gu Zhihuan and reasoned: "Senior sister, look, do you think I am different today?" ”

"Didn't wash your hair?" Gu Zhihuan said, and moved his head back.

"......" Song Yufeng grinded his back teeth.

"Look here." Song Yufeng pointed under his eyes: "Black!! ”

"It turned out that I didn't wash my face." Gu Zhihuan suddenly realized.

Han Yue sneered.

Song Yufeng glared at Han Yue, and then stuck to Gu Zhihuan: "It's dark circles!" Big sister! It's dark circles! ”

"Oh." Gu Zhihuan stretched out his fingers and picked up the grapes on the plate.

The white fingers and the light blue grapes complement each other.

Han Yue looked away without a trace.

Song Yufeng was desperate: "Don't you feel that something is wrong with Wu Xian?" ”

Han Yue was silent.

Gu Zhihuan slowly peeled off the grape skin: "I don't feel it." ”

Song Yufeng sat cross-legged: "Do you think, after so many years, the head of which sect has been all the bells and whistles, just thinking about holding a birthday, isn't it just to cheat some congratulatory gifts." ”

"......" the corners of Gu Zhihuan's mouth moved.

I didn't scold people.

Since finding Han Yue, Gu Zhihuan has obviously spent more time looking like a person.

"Moreover, I have been secretly following Wu Xian for the past two days." Song Yufeng lowered his voice.

Han Yue raised his head.

Gu Zhihuan was also interested: "What did you find?" ”

Song Yufeng sneakily glanced outside, and after finding that there was no one, he cautiously placed an enchantment around the three of them, and then said solemnly: "I found that Wu Xian didn't close his eyes when he slept, he must be afraid of something." ”

"Afraid of what?" Gu Zhihuan asked.

Song Yufeng held his chin and thought for a while: "It should be some kind of ulterior secret." ”

“……”

Nonsense.

Gu Zhihuan finally peeled off the grape skin.

She likes to eat grapes, but she really has no interest in peeling grapes.

Song Yufeng said to himself: "For example, he is actually bald, and the hair on his head is all conjured by spells. ”

"This is important?" Gu Zhihuan paused.

"Think about it, the head of the dignified and carefree faction is actually bald, isn't this kind of thing important?!" Song Yufeng swore solemnly: "This is too embarrassing. ”

Not far away.

Wu Xian, who was eavesdropping, turned dark.

Song Yufeng's enchantment is not much different from no to him.

Wu Xian was originally just a whim, wanting to know how the people of the Cangming faction talked about themselves.

As a result, I didn't expect to hear such a thing.

Wu Xian withdrew his consciousness with a cold face.

He didn't notice that after he withdrew his divine sense, Song Yufeng handed Gu Zhihuan a note.

Gu Zhihuan took the note quietly, glanced at it, and his brows gathered invisibly towards the middle.

On the note, Song Yufeng wrote that he smelled the smell of saliva spirit grass on Wu Xian's body.

Saliva is not a precious herb.

However, in Cangming Mountain, it only exists in the back mountain.

That is, the place of retreat in the morning dew.

Wu Xian actually went there quietly.

What did he find?

Did Asaka find out?

Gu Zhihuan's fingertips moved, and the note in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

The corners of Song Yufeng's mouth were stretched into a straight line, and if he looked closely, he could find his slightly trembling eyelashes under the surface of his forced composure.

His fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop.

This is the code that he and Gu Zhihuan often play when they are young.

At that time, Chaolu did not stay in the back mountain for retreat almost every day as he is now.

Every morning in the morning class, Chaolu led the two of them, reading the ancient texts unhurriedly in the few fireworks.

Song Yufeng is not an idle resident.

invented some strange codes, so that Gu Zhihuan could secretly chat with him while listening to the class.

Song Yufeng knocked on the table a little nervously: "Wu Xian's guy went to the back mountain, why didn't the master find out?" ”

The most taboo thing for a person in retreat is to be disturbed.

Coupled with the heavy prohibitions in the back mountain, no matter how high Wu Xian's ability is, once he breaks in, Chaolu can't be completely unaware.

Gu Zhihuan pondered for a moment: "You have been following Wu Xian for the past two days?" ”

"Yes......" Song Yufeng said: "But my cultivation is not as high as Wu Xian, if he goes to the back mountain, I have no way to detect it." ”

Gu Zhihuan asked, "When did you find out that he had the scent of saliva spirit grass on his body?" ”

Song Yufeng's face was slightly gloomy: "After dinner last night." ”

Gu Zhihuan didn't say anything.

Han Yue didn't know what the two were communicating, but from the sound of them tapping on the table, he heard that something was slightly wrong.

However, he is not a person who does not know proportion, on the contrary, Han Yue's sense of proportion often makes the people around him hate him.

Han Yue just glanced up at Gu Zhihuan, then lowered his head and continued to carry his book.

Song Yufeng's face was not very good: "Senior sister, should we go to the back mountain to see the master?" ”

"Hmm......" Gu Zhihuan nodded.

Song Yufeng didn't show a sigh of relief: "What if-"

"Senior brother." Gu Zhihuan interrupted Song Yufeng.

Song Yufeng subconsciously looked at Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan's eyes were cold and calm.

Song Yufeng found a bit of coldness in Gu Zhihuan's eyes for no reason.

"Wu Xian Zhenren came here in person, we can't let him wait all the time, after a while, I will go to the back mountain and ask the master's opinion." Gu Zhihuan said this sentence directly.

Song Yufeng's fingers clutched his robe.

Han Yue's expression moved: "Senior sister, I'm with you." ”

"Okay." Gu Zhihuan did not refuse.

Song Yufeng also wanted to follow.

Gu Zhihuan raised his hand as if he knew what he was going to say: "You accompany Wu Xian Zhenren around." ”

Song Yufeng's throat moved.

If......

If it was as he guessed, Wu Xian and Chaolu had already met.

Chaolu didn't show up, so it was probably something went wrong.

Even Chaolu can't resist Wu Xian's words, what should they do.

Song Yufeng's palms oozed fine sweat.

In front of the Carefree faction, the Cangming faction is tantamount to a mayfly and a big tree.

Song Yufeng knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, so no matter how arrogant he was in the sect, once he went out, he would not die.

"You can also go to the back mountain with me." Gu Zhihuan spoke again.

Song Yufeng's body stiffened.

Going to the back mountain, Gu Zhihuan took Han Yue to ask Chao Lu if he wanted to attend the birthday banquet, and with himself, the three of them went to the back mountain together, which would definitely arouse Wu Xian's suspicions.

Thinking of this, Song Yufeng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "I'll accompany Wu Xian." ”