Change clothes
"Liu Han cut short his own path to immortality in order to raise a Soul King." Xiao Cha glanced downward and continued, "In a few days, once the Soul King is raised, those people kneeling on the ground in the back mountains will all die."
Xiao Cha closed his eyes tiredly.
"And I'm afraid it just made him more alert."
"It's the only way now."
"Either kill Liu Han, or kill Mu Chuan and retaliate against Liu Han. In short, this is the only way to stop all this." Song Liubai touched his chin and thought, but the fight just now made him think about something else.
"For the former, Liu Han has absorbed so many golden cores, and I don't know if he has any backup plan. What if he jumps to the Mahayana stage... And for the latter, Mu Chuan is being closely watched by him, so it won't work."
It seems like everything has come back to the former.
"Anyway, I can't beat a Mahayana cultivator," Song Liubai waved his hands, and then wondered, "Why did my uncle throw this rubbish at me?"
Although there are many Mahayana cultivators in the world, most of them hold high positions in the sect and have their own network of relationships behind them, so they will not act rashly.
As for the Mahayana cultivator who is traveling outdoors, I am afraid there is no other one in the Qinggu Sect.
It seemed as if all paths were completely blocked.
Xiao Cha was thinking about the original novel, hoping to see the whole story through the original novel, but this plot in the original novel was only mentioned briefly in order to create a powerful image of Song Liubai.
Song Liubai, green leaves?
A bell rang in Xiao Cha's mind. Since Song Liubai could solve this problem in the original book, it meant that it was not a dead end.
Since Song Liubai can do it, why can't I do it?
Xiao Cha turned sideways and kept an eye on Song Liubai.
Song Liubai still had some reservations about himself. If he counted on him to solve this matter, he would probably think that he was much less interested in himself.
If things become too boring, I will feel bored too.
That’s right, Xiao Cha originally wanted to lie down for three years and then start the storyline, but then Cheng Yaojin showed up.
In his plan, Song Liubai was simply a madman who was out of control. However, he rarely felt the collapse of his disguise in Song Liubai.
At first he really wanted to get rid of this person's attention, but he never expected that this person would hold him too tightly, and now he has gotten used to it.
Xiao Cha, ah Xiao Cha, you are too mean. It is really boring to have a smooth life. You have to create "hostility" for yourself to feel comfortable, right?
Xiao Cha asked himself this question in his heart, and of course he had his own answer.
"Are you distracted? What are you thinking about?" Song Liubai said sharply.
The two smiled at each other, showing a tacit understanding.
In fact, although the situation of Qinggumen is a bit tricky, Song Liubai is not completely clueless. In fact, his cultivation level was enough to kill people above his level a year ago.
However, some people in the sect have already made him their enemy. Being too dazzling will only push him into the abyss. Therefore, Song Liubai must remain silent until he is sure of removing this thorn.
The cold wind was blowing, and Xiao Cha subconsciously clenched his arms, and his frown gradually relaxed.
Liu Han turns to hatred because of love, and Mu Chuan feels pity because of love. It is nothing but love. This is something that is difficult to understand in the world. Perhaps even the gods in the ninth heaven cannot escape this.
"Perhaps the young master has also thought of a solution. Why don't you tell me first?" Xiao Cha gestured with his hand.
Song Liubai turned his head away and said, "Don't keep either of them."
He really is a villain, his methods are cruel.
Xiao Cha's expression paused, then he raised his head, his eyes slightly curved. He raised his index finger and said calmly, "Let's take a gamble."
"We can take a gamble."
"What?"
Song Liubai's eyes sparkled with excitement as he chuckled.
Every move of the young man in front of him aroused his immense curiosity, and even his emotional ups and downs were affected by the young man.
Xiao Cha didn't notice it at all. He was immersed in reasoning about the love between Liu Han and Mu Chuan, transcending or the bottomless tolerance of love.
"Affection."
Xiao Cha raised an eyebrow at Song Liubai and smiled.
Song Liubai's black pupils trembled, and he couldn't help but whisper along, "What kind of love?"
"Of course, love."
Xiao Cha looked up at the hazy night, his nose twitching as he thought about the invisible pure yang energy on his body. To Liu Han, this was undoubtedly the 'catnip' of the world. At night, Liu Han was being tortured by the yin energy, and he couldn't recognize people, his memory was confused, and his emotions were unstable. It just so happened that at this time, he could disguise himself as anyone, and he would probably see everyone as someone close to him.
However, before that, Xiao Cha needs to change her appearance.
It just so happens that there is a master of disguise here.
"Can you disguise yourself?" Xiao Cha pointed to his handsome face and asked knowingly.
Song Liubai nodded calmly, "Of course."
Xiao Cha stood up, patted the hem of his clothes, and came forward like a fox with a hidden agenda, saying, "Then I'll leave it to you, Master."
The boy in front of him spoke with a raised tone, as if he was acting coquettishly.
Thinking of this, Song Liubai's face froze, but it was only a moment of stiffness and no one noticed.
"trouble."
As Song Liubai spoke, he took out a white jade porcelain bottle from the space bag hanging on his waist and said, "This pill can change the appearance of the person you imagine in your mind, but it can only last for three hours."
Xiao Cha took it without hesitation, poured a pill into his palm, and put it into his mouth. After thinking for a while, he replied, "Three hours, that's enough."
After the pill was swallowed, Xiao Cha's mind flashed with the image of Mu Chuan, but what he saw was Mu Chuan whose eyes had been gouged out long ago, and the eyes that had been transformed had not changed much.
But overall, they are already about 80% familiar with each other. If you look at them from a distance, you will definitely not be able to tell the real one from the fake one.
Xiao Cha touched his face, and the feeling in his hands became different. He marveled at the mystery of the magic.
Wait, the face is right, but the clothes... Mu Chuan wearing women's clothes is too weird.
Xiao Cha frowned, "The clothes are wrong."
Seeing this, Song Liubai took out his own clothes from the space bag and asked, "How about this?"
Xiao Cha nodded to herself without saying anything, took the clothes, and started changing clothes with her back to Song Liubai.
When changing into women's clothes outside the city before, Xiao Cha avoided it because there were female disciples present. Now there is only one man, Song Liubai, here, so Xiao Cha naturally feels that there is nothing to be on guard against.
After all, the only thing Song Liubai could find to laugh at was that the body was too thin and had no muscles.
But when Xiao Cha took off his shirt.
Song Liubai's eyes widened slightly, and he took a step back, his tone filled with shyness that he himself didn't even realize was there, "What...what are you doing?"
Xiao Cha didn't stop moving his hands, and replied calmly: "What else can I do, change clothes?"
"Why are you here...just," Song Liubai quickly turned his head to look elsewhere, but his body stayed there honestly without moving.
At this time, Xiao Cha noticed that Song Liubai was abnormal.
After all, normally, Song Liubai would contradict himself two out of three times, so why was there a hint of shyness in his words now?
Xiao Cha was holding the discarded women's clothing in his hand.
He thought to himself: If I wear this dress for so long, I might actually think I’m a woman.
"Oh."
Xiao Cha found it a little funny and jokingly said, "Young Master, no, now that I've taken off my female clothes, I should call you Immortal Lord."
"Could it be that the Immortal Lord has some thoughts about me that he shouldn't have?"
"Bah, nonsense." Song Liubai replied quickly.
"So what's wrong, Immortal Lord?"
"Whatever I have, you also have. It won't hurt to take a few glances." When Xiao Cha finished speaking indifferently, he had already taken off all his clothes and was ready to pick up the white clothes to change into.
At this time.
Song Liubai forced himself to calm down. When he heard the rubbing of clothes beside his ear stop, he thought Xiao Cha had changed.
So he turned his gaze back, only to see the boy's "empty" body.
Fortunately, the long hair covered the important parts of the black-haired boy, but the appropriate covering was the best way to arouse people's imagination.
Song Liubai's head buzzed, and his reason told him that he should turn his back immediately and make a few sarcastic remarks.
But he couldn't do it now. His eyes shifted uncontrollably from the broad shoulders to the thin waist, which still had a large, shocking bruise from hitting the desk. At first glance, it didn't look ugly, but rather had a kind of sickly beauty.
Song Liubai touched his chest.
My heart is beating strangely. Could it be because I didn't get enough rest these past few nights?
It was not until Xiao Cha put a white coat on him that Song Liubai felt his symptoms ease.
After Xiao Cha put on her clothes, she adjusted her collar and turned around and said, "Liu Han should be guarding the blood pool now. I need to get there quickly before the effect of the medicine wears off."
"What are you looking at?" Xiao Cha waved his hand in front of Song Liubai who was in a trance.
Song Liubai had a serious look on his face at this moment. He held the restless hand, and his mind was still constantly recalling the "erotic" moment just now.
Song Liubai lowered his head and looked at Xiao Cha's waist.
If only there were a silver chain hanging there...
"Um?"
Xiao Cha was puzzled and wanted to pull his hand away.
Song Liubai felt the struggle in his hands, as if waking up from a dream. He touched his nose a little embarrassed by his own gaffe just now, "Okay, I'll take you there."
Free tool, good.
Xiao Cha nodded, then opened her hands and said calmly, "Give me a knife."
Song Liubai held onto Xiao Cha's wrist tightly, squeezing and examining it as if playing. Soon, he put on a questioning expression, "Are you holding on tight?"
"Oh?"
Xiao Cha clenched his fists, speechless.
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