Chapter 63: Heaven and Earth Sword, the Sorrow of a Young Man (Part 6) The Saint's hand could only...

A warm breath, wafting from her ear, seemed omnipresent, sending shivers down her skin. Ye Qingzhan's mind wandered for a moment, recalling trivial events from the fantasy realm.

When she and Wen Gu lived in the Ye Mansion as the Dongfang couple, their loving and respectful relationship was a local legend. To reassure Ye Shaolin, she followed her increasingly vivid memories and imitated her parents, opening the window of the side room and letting Wen Gu draw her eyebrows.

Mr. Ye would sometimes watch them from the second-floor library, smiling.

Wen Gu, clumsy at first, mastered the art within a day. As he began drawing, he would maliciously place his lips against her ear and whisper, unheard of by either of them, "

My dear, your eyebrows are so pretty."

She knew it was fake, but hearing it made her heart feel like being brushed by a dandelion. The scattered fluff tickled her heart with a single stroke.

But because of Mr. Ye, she didn't dare to push him away, and could only feel embarrassed and annoyed in front of the mirror.

But now, they had already left the previous illusion, and in this new illusion, why did he still do this!

How evil...

Ye Qingzhan touched his burning earlobe and leaned to the side.

Seeing the girl's white and tender ears in front of him turn red, Wen Gu's eyes flashed with cunning, and then he stood up and returned to his usual indifference, saying, "I have this Gu. Wait for me here after sunrise and I will give it to you."

After saying that, he walked out of the room.

Ye Qingzhan looked at his back and suddenly smiled in his heart - Wen Gu didn't have any Gu insects, he just wanted to use Yin Sha, the black mist-like Yin Sha that was best used at night, and he asked these people to gather here after sunrise, just because he saw that the poison had been resolved and they needed to rest, so he asked them to go back and sleep for a while.

Remembering that she had something to discuss with him, Ye Qingzhan stood up from her chair and said to everyone, "Everyone, sleep a little longer." She was about to lift her skirt to follow him, but was grabbed by Ziyuan.

"Saint, what are you going to do?"

"Looking for Su."

Ziyuan paused, her expression looking a little cracked. "In just one short night, Saint and him--" Ziyuan thought of the natural intimacy they had just had, which could not have been achieved without some time together.

Under her nose... Ziyuan remembered an idiom from the Central Plains: secretly crossing Chencang, and she was disappointed that iron could not become steel. She said, "Saint, you have fallen."

Ye Qingzhan: "Ah?"

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After a short rest and recuperation, when it was dawn, everyone came to the front of Wuya Academy in batches.

Ye Qingzhan addressed the figure hidden in the bushes, "I've tested it with a spirit snake. This barrier is just as you said: not even a fly can get through, let alone a spirit snake."

Inouye looked at her with an air of knowing what was going on, and asked, "So, what should we do?"

Ye Qingzhan added, "First, bring out the gatekeeper, throw the poisonous insect out at the right moment, and have him take it into the academy."

Wen Gu produced a small insect he had casually concocted using Yin Sha and handed it to Ye Qingzhan.

Under the gaze of several eyes, Ye Qingzhan held the insect in his hand, then approached Wen Gu's face, practicing the hand gestures required for the disguise technique.

Zi Yuan, standing nearby, glared and asked, "Saintess, why have I never seen this hand gesture in my clan?"

Without waiting for Ye Qingzhan to reply, Wen Gu replied, "I taught you."

"Oh," Zi Yuan sulked, moving aside, wondering how the two of them could progress so quickly, now sharing their entire clan's skills.

Ye Qingzhan, who just wanted to get into the academy quickly, nodded in agreement.

Seeing the two men make peace, Inouye said, "The sword cultivators of Wuya Academy regularly go out to hunt ghosts and demons. We've tried to ambush them en route, but they all wear sound-sensing bells that can sense hostile intent within a hundred paces, preventing them from getting close. And that master, he doesn't want these cultivators dead, he wants to massacre the villa!"

Qinghuai looked at him and asked, "Is that your excuse for repeated failures?"

"You..." Inouye retorted, speaking in broken Central Plains dialect, glaring, "You're here for the first time, what the hell do you know!"

Seeing the impending storm between the two, Ye Qingzhan interjected, "Um, the door's open."

By then, the sky was clear, and even within the bushes a hundred feet away, eyes were fixed on that spot—the door to Wuya Academy was open, and gatekeepers stood on either side, awaiting the arrival of the nearby carriage.

Ye Qingzhan and Wen Gu silently followed the convoy.

This carriage was specifically designed to deliver daily supplies to Wuya Academy. The academy's monks were forbidden to leave the mountain without permission, except to exorcise demons and catch ghosts. Furthermore, during the recent days of siege, the academy was in a state of panic, and the academy's gates were always locked.

The convoy was escorted by experts from the escort agency.

Inuye crouched in the bushes, gritted his teeth and asked Wen Gu, "Why didn't you take out the Hundred Uses Gu before, and didn't you teach us the art of disguise?"

Wen Gu's eyes swept across his face, then stared intently at the girl rubbing his face.

Zi Yuan coughed lightly and said to Inuye, "It's a good thing this guy didn't defect during the siege. You still expect him to share his clan's secrets. If it weren't for the face of our clan's saint, how could he have easily taken out this Gu?"

Inuye choked for a moment.

As Zi Yuan had said, he had also heard that the young man from the Miao Territory was erratic and had an even more eccentric personality. He was adept at using poisonous insects and always killed and rescued people at will. And this time, he appeared in the human world for a woman.

Now it seemed that this woman was the Holy Maiden of the Snake Clan.

Inuye understood something, but still had questions in his mind: "Why can't they disguise us all as members of the escort agency and rush in and kill them all while unloading the cargo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Gu grasped Ye Qingzhan's hand, which was trying to move to Mingche's face, holding it firmly and caressing it, his eyes scrutinizing it.

Ye Qingzhan felt an itch in his palm and tried to pull it away, but he held it tighter.

Wen Gu glanced at Inuye. "Don't the hands of the Holy Maiden get tired?"

He saw no resentment in Inuye's face and continued, "I taught you this disguise technique. Why are you using it on your face?"

"You..." Inuye pointed at him.

Zi Yuan understood the implication: the Saint's hand can only touch his face.

She kindly patted Yinouye's hand that was pointing to Wen Gu, and whispered a reminder: "The Saint is trying to save me, and he is trying to save the Saint. We'd better not mess with him."

Yinouye withdrew his hand.

Ye Qingzhan's dark eyes moved between the few people, and finally stared at Wen Gu's five fingers pinching the flesh of her palm, and his heart was horrified: Why did he become like this again?

- There was no warmth in his eyes. Except for looking at her, everything he looked at was like looking at a pool of rotten meat, a dead object.

Just like when they first met.

But in the previous illusion, there would be waves in his eyes, and his expression would be moved.

Ye Qingzhan was afraid, so he pulled his hand away, pulled Mingche who was waiting on the side, and looked up at Qinghuai standing on the branch, and then walked towards the convoy in the distance without looking back.

Wen Gu lowered his eyes and looked at his palm, empty.

After a long time, he caught up.

The escort agency that was escorting the supplies was full of experts, but no matter how powerful they were, they were nothing but puppets at the mercy of Wen Gu's Yin Sha. After Wen Gu caught up with the caravan, he knocked three people unconscious and asked Ye Qingzhan to use the magic of the Exiled Immortal Sect to transform them into three small paper figures and put them in his sleeves. Then, the two disguised themselves as them and followed the caravan.

The leader said a few words to the servant, and the people from the escort agency began to unload the goods. The monks from the academy just stood at the door waiting, not taking a step forward. While

Ye Qingzhan lowered his head to help carry the things, he glanced at the bushes in the distance with his peripheral vision and pretended to ask Wen Gu to release the "insect" condensed from the Yin Sha.

In full view of the public, the insect merged into the servant's body and was brought into the academy.

Seeing that the three had accomplished their mission, the people hiding in the high places and low bushes breathed a sigh of relief and slowly dispersed. Ye Qingzhan pulled the paper figures from his sleeve. Wen Gu tapped their foreheads, erasing their memories, and restored the three.

Mingche looked around and pulled two people out of the escort team at the right moment. After

putting on a fake show for everyone, the three returned to the inn, under the pretext of waiting for news from the Gu worm.

"How soon will the Gu worm find a way to break the barrier?" Qinghuai asked, arms folded, sitting at the table.

Wen Gu stood behind Ye Qingzhan, fingertips picking at her hair, and said without looking up, "How should I know?"

Qinghuai immediately slammed the table and stood up, saying, "What do you mean by that!"

Wen Gu still didn't look at him. Ye Qingzhan also stood up from the stool, blocking the two of them, and said kindly, "Don't worry, Su means the method to break the Wuya Academy's barrier. Who knows it specifically and where did they know it? We need the Gu worm to slowly search. Once they find it, they will naturally give it to the bats of the Night Walker, and they will pass the news on together."

Night Walker was the name given to Mingche by the group besieging the discharged patients. Mingche's current identity was a quack who raised bats to obtain information.

After Ye Qingzhan finished speaking, Mingche nodded vigorously. She looked at the crowd and said, "Don't worry, everyone. Due to repeated sieges, Wuya Academy's security is getting worse day by day. I'm afraid our strong attack these days will not be fruitful. It's better to take advantage of these few days to conserve our strength and wait for the right time to break through in one fell swoop and slaughter the entire academy!"

After saying this, Ye Qingzhan looked at Zi Yuan, who was cracking melon seeds behind her veil. Zi Yuan understood, wiped her lip with a handkerchief, and stood up. "My Saint is right. There's no point in being anxious. It's better to get a good night's sleep and stop being so nervous. If anyone is nervous, it's those monks who are more nervous. It's not too late for us to attack them after they relax."

Zi Yuan smacked her lips, leaned against the door frame, and said, "Everyone, it's getting late today. Go back and rest."

The people in the room looked at each other, as if they had no other choice, and one after another got up and left the room.

Before Qing Huai left, he said to Wen Gu: "Don't forget, they still have the poison in them, and they can't wait long."

The hair wrapped around his fingers was soft and had an alluring fragrance. Wen Gu lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance on his neck, as if he didn't hear the words of the parting person.

Qing Huai glared at Wen Gu, and when he stepped out of the door, he heard him say: "What does it have to do with me whether they live or die?"

The breath on his neck and shoulders was warm, but the words he said were like ice blades, stabbing at the few people in the room who had not left yet. Ye Qingzhan raised his eyes to look at him.

He didn't know when it started, but the eyes of the person behind him were blood red.