She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Fu Jiao stayed up all night.

Taoist Danyang was not much better.

He thought he liked Fu Jiao so much, respected and loved her so much, but he still couldn't get her sincerity back.

The next day, they resumed their previous pattern. He was minding his own business, cooking, feeding, and washing her, but Fu Jiao treated her with a cold face and indifference.

Winter passes and spring comes.

For several days in a row, Taoist Danyang counted the time and found that it had been almost two months.

He spent nearly two months with Fu Jiao in Maoshan. In the past two months, he had done nothing, and he had even forgotten what his master told him.

After being knocked over by Fu Jiao again, and looking at the mess on the ground, Taoist Danyang secretly made a decision: he couldn't go on like this.

He must consider Ada's proposal.

Perhaps, cooking raw rice into cooked rice is the only way.

Thinking of this, Taoist Danyang couldn't help but take the formation flag that his master left for him and set up the ecstasy formation outside Fu Jiao's house. This ecstasy array can confuse people's minds, and with his ecstasy incense, Fu Jiao will definitely obey.

That night, Fu Jiao, who had been unable to sleep, yawned continuously for some reason.

She yawned loudly again and murmured to herself: "Why am I so sleepy today? Is it because my hands and feet have been tied for so long that my blood has been blocked and my brain is blocked?"

Taoist Danyang, who was hiding outside the window and eavesdropping, smiled slightly.

The girl he likes is so cute even when she doubts her sleepiness.

Taoist Danyang glanced at the stars in the night sky.

He silently counted the time.

After midnight, there was a light clatter of tables and chairs in the room.

Taoist Danyang looked inside through the crack in the window. Fu Jiao seemed to have been hit by the formation and the incense. She felt dizzy and kept complaining of sleepiness while holding her head.

When the time came, he quickly pushed the door open and helped Fu Jiao up diligently: "What's wrong?"

Fu Jiao opened her eyes wide, trying hard to see who was in front of her.

But after looking at it for a long time, I still didn’t recognize it.

"Who are you? What a long beard?"

Seeing her posture, Taoist Danyang felt secretly happy but also felt deeply ashamed. He carried Fu Jiao onto the bed and coaxed gently: "Fu Jiao, Jiaojiao, I am your husband."

"is it?"

"you're drunk."

"Why am I drunk?" Fu Jiao blinked, unable to distinguish the facial features of the person in front of her.

Taoist Danyang continued to coax her, raising his hand to caress along the contours of her beautiful face, "Because you and I are getting married today, you accidentally drank too much Hexin wine. This wine is too intoxicating, and you are overwhelmed."

Fu Jiao's face turned pale and she nodded in confusion: "Oh...that's it."

Taoist Danyang touched her face, and she wanted to reach out and touch Taoist Danyang too.

But her hands were tied with ropes. She struggled hard twice and cried, "Why are my hands tied? I can't even touch you."

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes." Fu Jiao nodded stupidly, "You are touching me. Today we are getting married, shouldn't we feel happy if we hug each other?"

Taoist Danyang was struck by her unintentional move like a deer.

While he gently untied the rope for her, he said, "Jiaojiao, you and I are getting married today. What should you call me for?"

"...husband?"

Taoist Danyang's heart skipped a beat and his ears turned red.

He couldn't help laughing, "Yes, just call me husband. I'll call you wife, okay?"

"That's good, but why did I marry you?" Fu Jiao's little face wrinkled up. Although she was affected by the formation, she still didn't understand, "You have so many beards, I hate beards the most." As she said this, she reached out to touch it.

Taoist Danyang allowed her to move.

It was just that her heart felt itchy after being touched by her, and it was inevitable that she would have other thoughts.

He looked at the dark sky outside. They were the only family on the top of the mountain. The two of them were alone, a man and a woman. Nothing would happen unexpectedly, and no one would harm his good deeds.

Even though this method was a bit obscene and shameful, he had no choice but to do it.

I hope Fu Jiao can understand his current difficulty in the future.

Taoist Danyang held her restless hand and said hoarsely: "Madam, let's take a rest."

"Okay."

Fu Jiao blinked in confusion, "I'm very sleepy too."

With Fu Jiao's agreement, Taoist Danyang suppressed his ecstasy. He took off his shoes, socks and coat, squeezed onto the bed, and took Fu Jiao into his arms. Whether it was an illusion or not, Fu Jiao's soft body stiffened for a moment. When he looked down, he saw a cute and beautiful smiling face.

...It must be an illusion.

"Go to sleep if you feel sleepy."

Taoist Danyang thought that when she wakes up tomorrow, she will remember everything now, and still dare not take the first step to take advantage of others.

Even if he likes her so much that he goes crazy.

"I can't sleep yet."

"Why aren't you sleeping again?"

"We have a custom there." Fu Jiao said seriously, "If one of the husband and wife wants to fall asleep early, he needs to kiss his other half. Now I want to go to bed first, so I have to kiss my husband first."

Is there such a custom?

Taoist Danyang seemed to have gotten a big deal. He quickly moved his face towards her and said, "Then please kiss my husband."

"Ah."

Fu Jiao nodded.

She just leaned over and covered her face shyly, "Ah, no, I'm sorry if you look at me."

Such cute movements made Taoist Danyang's heart surge like a spring water.

At this moment, he could control everything about her.

"Then I close my eyes."

"Okay."

Taoist Danyang hugged Fu Jiao's shoulders and gently closed his eyes. The next second, he felt the hot and fragrant breath approaching his right cheek. Two soft lips came together. Before Taoist Danyang could fully appreciate the wonderful taste, Fu Jiao opened her mouth and covered his face with a ball of wet saliva.

Taoist Danyang opened his eyes in surprise.

He didn't dislike her saliva, but felt that even her saliva was fragrant and sweet.

"Why are you kissing me like this?"

"Because I like it."

Fu Jiao answered with a smile.

Obviously, these four words pierced Taoist Danyang's heart. He laughed softly and was about to move forward to kiss Fu Jiao's lips, but Fu Jiao suddenly backed away.

Taoist Danyang frowned and asked, "You just kissed me and made me drool all over my face. Why didn't you let me kiss you?"

"Don't want to be drooled on."

Danyang Taoist said: "Jiaojiao, I will not spit on your face. I will only kiss your mouth."

Even if it meant letting him hold the saliva in her lips, he was willing to do so. He just wants to be as intimate with her as a real couple, with me in you and you in me.

"...You hate it."

Fu Jiao hummed and acted coquettishly.

While refusing, she reached out her hand to touch the place she had just kissed. The saliva on her fingertips was not yet dry, but with the wet saliva, she resisted the urge to vomit in disgust and rubbed it hard. Finally, Taoist Danyang, who felt slight pain, realized something was wrong.

He wanted to dodge backwards, but was half a beat too late.

"Thorn-"

Fu Jiao quickly tore off the talisman of his disguise with quick eyes and hands, and let out a thunderous laugh as if his plan had succeeded, "Taoist Danyang, let me see your true face, whether you are a human or a ghost!"

The talisman paper was soaked with saliva and was easily removed.

The brightly lit candles in the room instantly illuminated Taoist Danyang's face under his beard.

Fu Jiao took a closer look and her laughter stopped abruptly.

Her pupils suddenly widened and she said in disbelief: "It's you?!"

Unexpectedly, under the greasy and disgusting middle-aged skin of Taoist Danyang, there was an old acquaintance of Fu Jiao who had always treated him with courtesy - He Wuyi!

"How could it be you?"

Fu Jiao was shocked.

She asked again: "Why is it you, Doctor He?!"

Under the cold and lifeless mask, He Wuyan's face turned blue and white, as if he had knocked over a paint tray.

It must be said that Fu Jiao is very knowledgeable.

He even understands the niche knowledge that the disguise talisman is afraid of water.

He didn't dare to look into Fu Jiao's eyes for a moment, and only smiled bitterly: "I fell into your trap again."

Fu Jiao curled her lips and said, "It's a mistake."

After she knew that He Wuyao was using the disguise talisman paper, she began to think of countermeasures. If He Wanhao is splashed directly with water, it will definitely arouse the suspicion and vigilance of the other party. Just when she was at a loss what to do, He Wuyao couldn't bear it anymore and set up a enchantment array around her house.

Fu Jiao knew what the formation was for at a glance.

She knew that He Wuyang was plotting against her, so she simply threw the tea cup away in advance, destroying the formation. If the formation eye fails, the effect of the Ecstasy Incense will not be great. As long as Fu Jiao holds her breath for a long time, she will not be affected.

She pushed the boat with the flow and took advantage of the situation.

Although using saliva is very disgusting, it is a last resort for life and death matters.

Her hands were freed by He Wuyan, and Fu Jiao would not make a mistake in the same place twice. When He Wuyi didn't react, she quickly picked up the sharp bamboo piece prepared in advance and pressed it against He Wuyi's neck with lightning speed.

When He Wuxiang wanted to move, the sharp bamboo blade immediately stabbed in.

Blood flowed out instantly.

Feeling the warm blood, He Wuyao's heart was broken.

He looked at Fu Jiao, frowned and asked, "Do you really want to kill me?"

"Yes."

Fu Jiao didn't want to reminisce with him.

He has driven her crazy in the past two months. Thinking of the pain she has suffered in the past few days, she not only wants to kill him, but also wants to break him into pieces!

He Wuyan was extremely disappointed, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I thought you would have some sympathy for me."

"Even if there is, you've already polished it off."

Fu Jiao's attitude was indifferent.

He Wuyang wanted to step forward and explain to her, but Fu Jiao scolded her sharply: "Don't move! If you move even half a step, don't blame me for cutting off your blood." The blood at this location is connected to the heart. As long as it is punctured, it can kill you in an instant. killed him.

He Wuyao paused and seriously stopped stepping forward.

Feng Shui turns.

Now it was Fu Jiao who took the lead, and she asked the question that was lingering in her mind: "Why kidnapped me?"

"...Because I like it."

He Wuyao had a lump in his throat.

"Nonsense!"

"Why don't you believe it?" He Wuyan raised his eyes, his handsome eyes filled with tears, obviously moved by his true feelings, "In the past two months, I have been wearing the skin of Taoist Danyang, but I really want to be good to you. , can’t you feel it? Fu Jiao, I have said many times, if it weren’t for fate, you and I would have been a real couple. "

Fu Jiao almost laughed angrily.

She said angrily: "If you miss it, you will miss it. Do you think you can return to the past just because you tied me to your side? Doctor He, are you too naive?"

He Wuyang was left speechless by her continuous questioning.

Of course he knew it was wrong.

...However, it was Taoist Danyang who was at fault. What does it have to do with him?
It was probably this kind of thinking that amplified the "evil" in his heart. He Wuyang closed his eyes helplessly and asked softly: "Fu Jiao, can you forgive me?"

Returning to He Wuyan's identity, Taoist Danyang's arrogance and rampage disappeared.

"..."

Fu Jiao was speechless.

How could she forgive?

But right now, she has other questions to ask: "Your master died after teaching you Xuanmen Taoism?"

He Wuyang didn't know why she suddenly got involved with his master.

He said: "Yeah."

"Who is your master? Is he a man or a woman? How old is he? Why does he know so many Taoisms?"

Fu Jiao asked a series of questions.

He Wuyang obviously didn't want to answer, but once he kept silent, Fu Jiao pushed the bamboo piece inside again, and the freshly coagulated blood flowed out again.

At this point, He Wuxu finally knew that Fu Jiao was really hard-hearted towards him.

She would actually kill him.

"Don't tell me!"

Fu Jiao asked sharply.

He Wuyang gave her a complicated look, "Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"

Fu Jiao sneered, "Just tell me, I can tell the truth from lies."

The bamboo piece in her hand was firmly pressed against He Wuyan's neck. He Wuyang weighed the pros and cons, and finally spoke slowly: "My family is from a medical family. When I reached the age of eighteen, I started to go around for free clinics. My father worked in the Imperial Hospital, and accidentally violated His Majesty with his words and deeds, and the whole family was convicted...My parents were depressed and depressed. Eventually, I became homeless and homeless. One day, I was at a free clinic near Maoshan and rescued a beggar who had wandered here. It was freezing cold, but the beggar was octogenarian but barely clothed. I saw how pitiful he was. So I helped him for a while."

"The beggar is your master?"

"Ah."

He Wuyao nodded gently.

He lowered his eyes and continued to recall: "Master was probably moved by my sincerity. After he regained his energy, he taught me the Taoist teachings. After he finished teaching the Taoist teachings, he drove to the west of Hexi."

"Did you die after teaching you the technique?"

Fu Jiao was surprised.

She lowered her head and thought for a while, then looked at He Wuyan again, "No. After your parents passed away, you were already very old. It is very difficult to master Xuanmen Taoism. Even if you are extremely talented, it is impossible to master it in just a few years. It takes a long time to master so many Tao techniques." At this point, Fu Jiao's eyes were like a torch, staring closely at He Wushan's face, not letting go of any change in his expression, "If you guessed it right, when your master taught you the skills ...Is it blood?"

He Wuchang was startled when he heard the words.

He looked at Fu Jiao, becoming more and more unpredictable about her.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Jiao added: "Your master burned his blood-painted talisman into ashes and gave it to you for seventy-seven and forty-nine days. After forty-nine days, you will be proficient in all his Taoist techniques without learning. This It's the rumored 'Transfer of the Body to the World'." She paused and said, "The Art of Transferring the Body to the World is a witchcraft. Your master will die, not because he is old, but because all those who cast the spell will be exhausted. The lamp is dry."

He Wuyang had not been a member of Xuanmen before and did not understand its twists and turns.

After learning about this, he murmured guiltily: "If Master doesn't teach me the skills, he will not die... In other words, Master's death is related to me."