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Wen Qing almost nodded and bowed all the way to invite people to the main room of the city lord's mansion. He was not too surprised to see Su Yue and several attendants of Feng's family who had been waiting for a long time at the gate of Wen's mansion. He would not believe it if he brought the young master to their territory.

The servants and maids who met along the road had long been notified of the arrival of the big man. At this time, they all lowered their heads cautiously and stared at their toes. Seeing that the legendary Phoenix City Lord and Young Master didn't dare.

Di Shang glanced lightly, but remembered the scene when he just came to this world and woke up. Those servants were so humble that they were about to fall into the ground, and they were not as good as these.

In fact, it is not that they are cowardly, but that there is a difference in dignity and inferiority. If they have low spiritual power and look directly at spiritual or martial arts powers, if they are discovered by the management, they will abolish their cultivation bases and demote them to mortals at the very least. If you are more courageous and take the initiative to say a few words to the nobles, then you are looking for death.

So don't look at Di Shang and Qiu Man who have lived in the Wen Mansion for more than one night. Now, except for the master's house and a few people in charge of the mansion, most of them don't even recognize a piece of their own clothes. When approaching, he instinctively saluted, which is why Di Shang made the Wen family so fearful just by relying on a letter from Feng Yufei.

After all, the common law in this world is that the strong are respected, as long as you are strong enough, you will still be popular wherever you go.

"City Lord Wen, don't be nervous, I have nothing important to come here this time."

Although Feng Yufei and Wen Qing are the masters of the same city, they are several times higher than him in terms of cultivation and status, so he sat on the master seat without pretentiousness, and picked up the gift he just sent. Fragrant tea, but not in a hurry to drink it.

"It's rare for my younger brother to come out to play, and I'm just worried about accompanying him for a while. I'll have to trouble City Lord Wen to activate the teleportation array to send me back later."

Feng Yufei doesn't mind telling the truth. After all, Chicheng and Yuecheng haven't been in contact for decades. Now that he, the lord of Chicheng, suddenly comes in person, as long as Wen Qing is not stupid, he should doubt the purpose of his coming. For Chicheng, the city is just a drop in the ocean, let alone something that is not worth looking at.

At this time, Feng Yufei directly stated this innocuous reason, and proposed that he would leave in a while, which really made Wen Qing feel relieved. After all, it is easy to invite the Buddha and it is difficult to send the Buddha away, so Feng Yufei will stay here for a day , they will live in fear for a day, although the scenery is beautiful, they are also very aggrieved.

Furthermore, City Lord Feng's style of favoring his younger brother has never had a lower limit, and just visiting the small town with his younger brother is much more credible than the reason for coming here to congratulate Wen Qing on marrying a daughter.

After taking the reassurance, Wen Qing began to panic and politely say, "No trouble, no trouble, Fengcheng Lord is busy with official duties, and we dare not delay. The old man will let people prepare, and Fengcheng Lord can leave at any time conveniently. "

He followed the fast pace of the speech, only to realize that what he said sounded like chasing someone away, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to round it up, but he had already said it to death before, adding more would only make him worse. The drawing became darker and darker, and finally his face turned a little blue and white, and he didn't fart.

"Hmph." Feng Yuhuan glanced at him lightly, and couldn't help snorting coldly.

Wen Qing's forehead suddenly started to sweat, he seemed to have offended the young master, what should I do...

"It's okay." Fortunately, Feng Yufei understood Wen Qing's reason why he didn't dare to say anything to keep him, so he just smiled and didn't comment.

"What is this teleportation formation?" Listening to their conversation, Di Shang couldn't help being a little curious, and couldn't help murmuring.

All of you here are high-level spiritual practitioners, so he naturally heard these words, but according to the distance between the seats, Feng Yufei and Wen Qing naturally would not feel that Di Shang was asking themselves, so they chose to He didn't answer his question, and the two of them went back and forth and continued to talk innocuously.

According to Di Shang's words, Qiu Man is a civilized savage. He probably doesn't know as much about worldly things as Di Shang. In the past ten years, he has been protected as an idiot, and he hasn't come into contact with many things, and it's normal to have some things he doesn't understand.

As for those attendants, the master didn't name them and asked them, so how dare he respond without authorization, so the task of explaining fell on Feng Yuhuan in a grandiose manner, it would be better to say that he was the one who asked the question.

"Teleportation array?" Feng Yuhuan gave a soft snort, as if he didn't understand why Di Shang didn't know about this thing, but after thinking about it, he was relieved, growing up in that isolated place in Xueyu, his thinking was a little behind It's normal, but fortunately he came out early...

Thinking of this, his eyes became brighter again, he seemed very happy, and explained in a low voice: "This is a magic circle built by every city lord, which is convenient for recruiting and discussing, but it consumes a lot of resources, so it is limited to two people. The principle of sending between places is similar to that of letter paper."

But of course, the more powerful cities are built, the smaller cities will only be built between several main cities in order to save Lingzhu, but he believes that this is clear even if he doesn't talk about Di Shang, so there is no need to say it out to attack Wen Qing .

Di Shang stared at his baby's red lips without blinking, and at the end he did not forget to echo, "That's it, I understand."

No wonder it took me and others non-stop for two months to come to Yuecheng, and Feng Yuhuan and the others arrived at the somewhat remote Yuecheng from Chicheng thousands of miles away just after me.

He paused, and then asked: "Huan'er...why did you come here suddenly?" This time his voice was lower, and his tone was even more outrageously gentle. Moon City is not a fun place, and because of Princess Wen's Hydrangea Ball Ceremony, Yuecheng was almost blocked. Feng Yuhuan hated places with many people the most, so how could he run here at this juncture...

So Di Shang thought about it, and when an answer was ready to come out, his heart immediately became swollen, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise higher and higher.

In fact, why did Feng Yuhuan suddenly come running over? This matter still needs to be talked about yesterday...

Chicheng, Fengfu,

"Young master, there is a person outside the door who claims to be the head of Yezong's sect. Please go out and meet me." The old housekeeper stood respectfully at the door of the study, and the voice of his words just reached the inside.

The pen in Feng Yuhuan's hand didn't stop at all, dyed, spread, and wiped, and soon, a "Swimming Fish and Autumn Water Picture" was completed. He thought for a while, and only wrote the name of the painting on the upper right position, and even The chapter was not covered, so I handed it to Su Yue who was standing by the table, cleaned her hands, and replied to the outside of the house,

"Got it, let's go."

Su Yue carefully put away the painting paper, feeling a pity in her heart, although she doesn't know how to paint, she also knows that the scrolls that the master didn't stamp are all leftovers that she didn't intend to want, this one is probably ruined by the last few strokes Bar.

Pei Feng outside the door had been standing there waiting after asking someone to pass it on. His straight body was like a stone sculpture. He thought that Feng Yuhuan would definitely take the opportunity to save him and let him hang out for a few days, or simply I won't come to see myself anymore.

But he didn't expect that with only half a stick of incense, that person had already arrived in front of him leisurely. He was dressed in snow and black hair, and was independent from the world. the faint fragrance of ink,

He stared blankly, and for a while his stomach full of drafts turned into empty words.