Donglin [Quick Travel]

"Who did this?" No one answered, and the young man behind him was silent. Seeing his apologetic eyes, he seemed a little at a loss, "Zhexiu is not timid, it's just that snakes can bite people. I'm afraid it's poisonous." Seeing the young man hurriedly Wanting to explain something, he bowed his head in despair at the end, he slowed down his tone, bent slightly and looked at him, "Why didn't you come to me."

"It's too late, Zhexiu is afraid to disturb you." The young man clenched the corner of his sleeve with his fingers, as if he had nowhere to rest his hands and feet. The young Qingxuan pursed his lips and straightened up, "I'll go find him."

That's how the young man grabbed his sleeve at that time. At that time, he was not so courageous, but Qingxuan let go of his hand embarrassingly after casting a glance, and said in a low voice: "Don't go, brother Qingxuan, Zhexiu doesn't want to Get in trouble."

That was the first time that Zhexiu called him Brother Qingxuan. He originally thought that the boy from the countryside was different from those who grew up and received education together with them, or would be rough and rascal. When he saw the boy for the first time, he thought He changed his original thought. The boy under the peach blossom tree was indeed as beautiful as an elf, but he failed to leave a good impression on him. Qingyue taught him that beautiful people are always troublesome, and such troubles, some One Qingyue is enough.

That's why he looks like he just met Dong Lin, and the hand holding his sleeve has become an indelible existence in his memory. From then on, Dong Lin found that as long as he held his sleeve, he It will not refuse any request of its own.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally Qingxuan compromised first: "Okay, I won't leave, you are injured, take care of yourself."

When I woke up in the morning, Qingxuan was gone, Da Sikong was always so busy, Shenlong couldn't see the end, Donglin yawned and asked, "Where is Lord Yao?"

Yaojun is his deputy hall master, and he is serious in his work. Donglin admires him the most. As long as he has an order, no matter how difficult it is, he will definitely find a way to complete it.

"Master Yao went to work at five o'clock." The servant looked up to observe his expression, and added: "Master Mingxuan also went."

When Dong Lin heard this, Haqie stopped in the middle of his beating, and squinted at the servant kneeling on the ground. The servant buried his head and did not dare to look at him.

"It's hard work. I think I can give him the position of hall master. Anyway, it's meaningless for me to occupy it." Dong Lin said with a smile on his face, "Which one do you think is more suitable, is Yaojun?" Or Brother Mingxuan?"

Mingxuan is the poor little fellow who was robbed of the hall master's position by Donglin. Seeing that the hall master's position can no longer be counted on, Qingyue forced a deputy hall master in. Dong Lin doesn't like him very much. Every time she sees herself I'm going to blow my beard and stare, and be sarcastic, obviously I am the hall master, okay?

"Master must not," the servant who had just answered knelt on the ground with a puff, "Master Mingxuan is the vice-master after all, and you are the master."

Dong Lin curled his lips, I haven't said who it is yet, my child, you are really sincere.

Dong Lin turned his head, and said with a little sigh: "Brother Mingxuan, originally the position of hall master belongs to him, so it should be given back to him." Hehe, he will not give it to him even if he dies.

He stood up, ignoring the servant who was frightened and worried about whether his identity had been exposed. Little did he know, as early as the first day when he suddenly came here, Donglin knew whose subordinate he was, that idiot Qingyue, who was He didn't know that the strange fragrance on the servant's body belonged exclusively to the Palace Master's bedroom, but he didn't care, it was just a child's trick.

"Let's go and have a look, I haven't been to the Wind Tower for a long time."

The office location of Tingfengtang is not difficult to find, but few people can go deep into his core. The tower-like building is the place to receive guests. Each floor of the tower represents a different price point. Behind the tower is a low The building houses all the information collected by Tingfengtang for hundreds of years.

"Master, you're here." Just approaching the Tingfeng Pagoda, the sharp-eyed Lord Yao put down his work and greeted him.

Mr. Yao is a handsome scholar in his twenties. He often holds a paper fan in his hand. He looks weak but not weak. It can be said that there is no weak person in the leadership class, er, except Zhexiu.

"Well, I haven't been here for the past few days. I must have piled up a lot of things. It's okay." Dong Lin looked around, but didn't see the black-clothed boy who spoke three or two words, "Where's Mingxuan?"

"This..." Yao Jun looked a little embarrassed, paused for two seconds, and suddenly changed the tone, "Master, the wind is strong on the mountain, come here, bring the cloak, why didn't the dumb slave wrap you tightly before coming out?" Then he looked at the silent man following behind Dong Lin, "Mute slave, if you don't take good care of your master, you should be punished."

"Okay, I'm self-willed, don't blame him." Dong Lin interrupted him, knowing that he was covering up for Mingxuan again, he was absent seven times out of ten times, fished twice and played tricks once.

"Send the cloak to the inner room, Mr. Yao, and bring in the information collected in the past few days."

"Yes." Jun Yao smiled awkwardly, and scolded Ming Xuan several times in his heart.

The inner room is very dark and quiet. Just under the tower, there is a table with a length of several meters full of pamphlets. Because it is underground, it is very cold.

Yao Jun brought the candlestick, with a worried expression on his face, "The hall master is fine, I heard that yesterday..."

Without saying a word, the dumb slave put a stove under his feet, brought a cup of hot tea and put it on the table.

"The master of the palace is too much, obviously the hall master is..." Jun Yao complained softly, the voice of the following words became weaker and weaker, but Dong Lin who was close could hear them clearly.

Putting down the cup in his hand, he forced a forced smile, "Brother Qingyue is pampered, so it's understandable to be a bit willful. Compared to before, it's much better."

Yaojun saw him like this and stopped talking. He was never a talkative person, but he just felt a little distressed. Although he was considered a prince/son/party, he just grew up with his parents in the branch hall, unlike Qingyue and the others. Gao Gao is not used to common people, so compared to them, he feels closer to Zhe Xiu who also grew up outside. In his eyes, Zhe Xiu is a poor child who endures humiliation. He has no parents, no sister, and is lonely. Enduring the cold eyes of Qingyue and others in Wushang Palace, but never complained, he sighed, he couldn't do anything for Zhexiu, he just hoped to make him relax.

"Master, this is the latest collected information, and it has been sorted out."

"Oh!" Dong Lin took it and looked at it. It was a thin booklet, which contained some important information after sorting out.There are not many major events in the Jianghu, and most of them are disputes between sects. If it really involves the situation of martial arts, the disputes in the court will be sent.

Opening the kraft paper, the first page is the newly released No. [-] Beauty in the World. The collected information is fragmented. What Tingfengtang needs to do is to organize and file, and the important ones must be read by the hall master himself.The information is very fragmented, most of which are a little praise from the common people. Along with the information, there is also a poem. It is said that the number one scholar in the new department watched her dance at the emperor's banquet. To commemorate.

Dong Lin watched quietly for a long while, the wolf hair was dipped in the finely ground ink and sketched lightly on the rice paper, with just a few strokes, a dancing beauty appeared on the paper, and the dumb slave who was grinding turned his head to look at the picture on the paper. People, Dong Lin picked up the paper and blew it gently, and the beauty was engraved on the paper, which has been passed down for thousands of years in the world. He couldn't help laughing, although he had never met himself, but with the few words he collected, he was able to describe her. It is even more vivid than those court painters who copied the princesses.

"Mute slave, she is beautiful." With water-red long sleeves, long ink-dyed hair, and a little cinnabar on her forehead, she looks like a goddess of the Nine Heavens.

Hearing Dong Lin's admiration, the dumb slave remained silent without saying a word. Dong Lin only thought that his throat was hurt and didn't care, but ignored his clenched fist when he saw the word Song Guo.

"Bring the list of beauties." There is a list of beauties for beauties, a list of knights for knights, and a list of weapons, sects, and families. Gently put that picture into the book, "No.3, she deserves it Such an honor is announced to the world, and the beauty list is updated."

The next thing will be a bit boring, which sect's daughter is going to marry tonight, which knight and heroine have any grudges and hatreds yesterday, what conspiracy and tricks will the demon sect have tomorrow, and the Wushang palace rules the world As for major and secret matters, as long as they happen in this continent, as long as they affect or may affect the situation of Wulin, they must be taken care of. In fact, Qingyue is the director of the neighborhood committee.

Minglou...Finally found something interesting.

This is a newly emerging assassination organization in the arena. It integrates intelligence network and assassination. Although it is not as fast as the old organization, it has already established a position in the arena.

Donglin gently mossed the phoenix pattern representing Minglou. A mysterious and abstract ancient phoenix totem was about to fly. Minglou is an organization created by the heroine of this world. Not to mention, the heroine of this world is an idiot. Since she crossed over, her life has been smooth sailing. Not only did she pick up the runaway loyal dog guard in the ruined temple, but she also rescued the number one killer in the world. The protagonist of the destiny, although it is true to say so, one or two men around her jumped on her as if they were blind, and she would not refuse any comers. The bitch is still casting an ivory tower of pure love.

Thinking of this, Dong Lin couldn't help thinking that there was also a dumb slave he picked up beside him, and he was also a serious male protagonist. I don't know whose luck is better?