Journey To the World of Film and Television

Zhou Ji looked at Si Teng's actions with some amusement, as if he saw a proud peacock spreading its feathers in front of the opposite sex to attract attention.

Of course, the difference is that only male peacocks can open their tails, and Si Teng is not seeking a mate but wants to warn him so that he can correctly understand the gap in strength between the two.

"What is this? Yan Furui! Is this a prank you designed in advance?! First you dug a pit and wrote a letter to trick me, and then you found an actor to play me on purpose!" Wang Qiankun chirped in a sharp and piercing voice He kept on struggling, and reprimanded, "Look, look, this woman's outfits are all ready, and those who don't know think she's filming a Republic of China drama, why bother! Yan Furui! How old are you?" What's wrong with someone who has hands and feet lightly, is there such a gang of scams?"

"It's really noisy!"

"This man is really noisy!"

Hearing Wang Qiankun say such a lot of crackling, Zhou Ji and Si Teng were a little impatient.

At the same time, a vine wrapped itself around Wang Qiankun's mouth, and another piece of gravel smashed his teeth with the wind, and stuffed it into his mouth.

'Bah~' Wang Qiankun only felt a pain in the corner of his mouth, as if several teeth had been broken, and the blood with rusty blood poured into his nasal cavity, he just wanted to spit out the stone, but his mouth was entangled by the rattan Passed out on the spot.

Si Teng glanced at Zhou Ji coldly, as if he didn't expect him to strike so hard.

At least in her impression, although this person in front of her is annoying, she always has a balance in her heart and never hurts others for no reason.

Zhou Ji also scratched his head in embarrassment, and said embarrassingly: "I don't know why, but I am suddenly annoyed by his noisy, and it is better to shut him up as soon as possible when facing something that disturbs you."

Si Teng shook his head, looked at the pit in front of him indifferently, put his hands on his shoulders, and snorted coldly, "Qiu Shan is really promising, I was not born in Cangcheng Mountain, and even my roots It was dug out!"

First, I saw the scene of Wang Qiankun being lifted out of the cave by vines, and then I saw Si Teng manipulating the vines to wrap Wang Qiankun's mouth.

Yan Furui, who was at a loss by the side, seemed to realize the identity of this woman, and his lips trembled for a long time without daring to confirm it.

All along, he was the one who yelled about the Han family, the Han family, but when the Han family really stood in front of him, he also panicked.

In my mind, I recalled an idiom practiced in Wafang's homework two days ago: Ye Gong loves dragons, and Yan Furui's legs began to tremble slightly: "You are the resurrected Si Teng that Master said?"

There was a faint disgust in Si Teng's eyes. After decades, Xuanmen fell to this point, and she was not at all happy in her heart, but a little unspeakably disappointed.

"Since you know it's me, what else did your master tell you?"

"There is a booklet. You are mentioned in it." Yan Furui pointed to the study tremblingly, indicating that the booklet was placed in the room.

Walking into the study, Zhou Ji noticed a row of bookshelves behind the desk at first sight.

At this time, he was not very interested in the grievances between Si Teng and Qiu Shan. He was listening to the conversation between the two, and picked out an ancient book to read it.

Only now did he realize that the 'Xuanmen' is not the 'Xuanmen' he thought.

The concept of Xuanmen in this world is not to achieve immortality and live forever; it is to eliminate the Biao clan and maintain humanity.

The difference in philosophy determines the difference in the practice system. The elders of the Xuanmen can only die at the age of a hundred, and their strengths are also uneven. Many young Xuanmen geniuses died in the hands of the Khan clan, and there are very few who can achieve a good death.

Obviously, although this old master named Qiu Shan accepted Yan Furui as his disciple, he did not leave any practice books, and the books on the bookshelf were all strange stories and records, none of which had anything to do with practice.

This not only puzzled Yan Furui, but also frustrated Zhou Ji.

Through Yan Furui's mouth, he learned that the noisy and annoying Wang Qiankun outside is the descendant of Changming Mountain, another branch of the Xuanmen. Grand Master and Qiu Shan once hunted and killed Si Teng, and it can be passed down to his generation. Inheritance cut off.

Now Li Zhengyuan has passed away for many years, and Qiu Shan suddenly disappeared more than ten years ago. The clan disappeared under the violent mechanism, and the Xuanmen also gradually integrated back into the society during the decades when the clan disappeared.

"Your master's revenge, I will not report it to you. I am here this time because I need your help."

"Help, help! I will help! As long as I can do it, I will help!" Yan Furui nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and hurriedly handed over a booklet, flattering, "Miss Si Teng, this booklet contains information about you. Please have a look at the record."

Seemingly noticing Zhou Ji's intentional or unintentional gaze, Si Teng put down the action of taking the booklet, held his airs, and said coldly, "Read."

Zhou Ji turned around and snickered, but felt a cold gaze piercing his spine, he couldn't help coughing lightly, sitting on the tea table next to the desk, flipping through the miscellaneous notes in his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Si Teng...mutated in the southwest in 1910. He was originally a white vine, commonly known as Guisuo. The color of the hanging door changed. Fortunately, in 1946..."

Because of nervousness, Yan Furui said the first two sentences tremblingly. When it came to the last 1946, Yan Furui glanced at Si Teng and dared not say any more.

"What happened in 1946?"

Hearing Yan Furui's pause, Si Teng asked a question.

"Fortunately, in 1946...Xuanshi Qiushan destroyed Si Teng Yushen...."

Zhou Ji's movement of flipping through the pages of the book suddenly froze, and he slowly raised his head to look at the booklet in Yan Furui's hand.

When she met Si Teng, although she didn't say it clearly, she should have been killed in 1937 and her body moved to Dana.

But now Qiushan's brochure says that Si Teng was killed in Shencheng in 1946.

In the intervening nine years, the 'Si Teng' that Qiu Shan killed was obviously the original version of Si Teng's split.

"What?" Si Teng was also a little unbelievable, and said in a deep voice, "Read it again!"

Yan Furui was so frightened by Si Teng's suddenly sinking expression that his legs went limp, and he said in a trembling voice, "Fortunately, in 1946... Xuan Shiqiu Shan destroyed Si Teng Yu Shen..."

"Read it again!"

"Fortunately, in 1946, Xuanshi Qiushan destroyed Si Teng Yushen..." Si Teng did not stop, Yan Furui could only continue to repeat this sentence, speaking faster and faster, Zhou Ji frowned slightly , Looking at Si Teng's constantly changing expression, he opened his mouth, but did not stop Yan Furui.

"Hmph~! Good job!" Si Teng had a strange expression. At first, he seemed to be sad, but after a very short time, he turned into an angry and seductive smile, with a faint gleam in his eyes Hateful, said ruthlessly, "Good kill!!"