The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

After Fang Qian's voice fell behind, Fu Yin's movements froze, and he said with a smile: "It's a fairy elder named Feng who traveled to our place and stayed in the mansion for a period of time. He is not a big man. This is the fairy he sent me to support me. Things, could it be that there is something wrong with this fairy elder?"

"It turns out that Jindan monks are not worth mentioning in the eyes of adults." Fang Qian sneered, and directly penetrated his spiritual power into the strange sweet-scented osmanthus flower. As soon as the spiritual energy entered it, his expression suddenly changed: "You! good!"

After he finished speaking, he crushed the sweet-scented osmanthus, and a golden transparent soul floated out of the powder of the sweet-scented osmanthus, looking around in a daze.His eyes gradually recovered, and he bowed his hands in Fang Qian's direction: "Zhao Jiaerlang, thank you Xianjun."

It turned out that it was the second young master of the Zhao family who was said to be astonishingly talented, and it was said that his talent was comparable to that of Wangshu Xianjun. The golden soul represented great luck. In the prime of life.

The second young master of the Zhao family bowed again after finishing speaking, and looked in the direction of the Zhao family reluctantly. At this moment, don't cross the Wangchuan River, even if he is destined to re-enter the mortal world, he will no longer be the Zhao family.

At that time, many souls of the Zhao family were entangled together, Fang Qian did not count the exact number of souls, and he never thought that someone would do such a crazy thing.

"This is really a good elixir." Fang Qian turned his gaze to Fu Yin and sneered, confirming that there would be no hidden compartments hiding so-called elixir in the ruins, and the entire courtyard instantly collapsed into ruins with his long sword.

Against the background of flying dust, the white clothes looked even more fierce and romantic.Ji Zheng couldn't help looking up at his back, his mind was agitated for a while, and he yearned for the long sword for the first time.

Fu Yin's hands were shaking like a goat, and he knelt down: "Xianjun Mingjian, I really don't know, I don't know anything!"

Fang Qian turned his back to Fu Yin and Ji Zheng, and unconsciously grasped the Junhong sword, and then turned his head to restore his calm expression: "My lord, get up."

Fu Yin stood up tremblingly: "Xianjun..."

"Do you really believe what he said?" Ji Zheng looked at Fang Qian's eyes as black as ink. He couldn't tell what mood he was in. He just felt that his heart was fed to the dog just now, which was ridiculous.

Fang Qian was silent for a while, smiled slightly and pressed his hand to Ji Zheng, but Ji Zheng turned his head away and looked into his eyes persistently.

Fang Qian avoided Ji Zheng's gaze: "Of course, the imperial court will take care of the affairs of the imperial court."

"Okay." Ji Zheng sneered, and left here without looking back.When he walked to the gate of the government office, he looked back and remembered this place thoroughly.

Fu Yin kept wiping his sweat with his sleeve: "Little Immortal Master, did he misunderstand..."

Fang Qian looked at Ji Zheng's back until he couldn't see it: "Does your lord know where there are flowers in the city?"

"Flowers?" Fu Yin thought for a while and smiled apologetically, "It depends on what kind of flowers the fairy is asking about. The most famous things in our Yanzhou are the painted boats and flower houses, so..."

After listening to a few sentences, Fang Qian knew that the prefect had misunderstood the meaning of his words, but he had no intention of correcting him, and he was too lazy to interrupt directly, "I won't delay my lord's repair of the house." Then he turned and left.

After he left, Fu Yin knelt on the ground with his knees weak, his eyes glazed over the gold powder left by the sweet-scented osmanthus flower on the ground, and tremblingly sent it to his mouth: "Hey, my elixir..."

……

Outside the courtyard, Yu Ji and the others heard movement in front of them. They saw Ji Zheng coming out but the senior brother was nowhere to be seen. He was drawing his sword and rushing in again. Seeing Fang Qian coming out, he quickly drew his sword and followed him: "Big brother, where are we going now?" ?”

"It's getting late, let's find a place to have dinner first." Fang Qian said and looked around: "Where's the youngest one?"

Yu Ji and the others were stunned for a moment and looked at each other, but Xi Yao said hesitantly: "I seem to have seen Junior Brother Ji leave the government office just now."

"So angry?" Fang Qian laughed, hesitated for a while with his disciple's order and said, "Forget it, let's go out and see."

Wangjiang Tower is the largest restaurant in the area, built along the river, with carved beams and painted buildings, its exquisiteness even exceeds that of Zhao's.

Yu Ji finally had the opportunity to show his rich and powerful side, and directly booked the entire restaurant.

"Brother, when are we going back to Xianmen?" Yu Ji disliked that the teacups in this restaurant had been used by others, so he specially donated the purple sand pot tea set in his storage bag to make tea, and served him meticulously.

Fang Qian didn't pick up the tea, but instead took out a pot of Zuixianlou wine from the storage bag: "Drink the tea yourself, and go back when you catch someone."

A round-faced little junior sister blinked her eyes and asked in confusion: "But the person at the Golden Core stage has already run away, where should we go after him? And the real culprit behind the scenes is the Fu Yin, he... ..."

The little junior sister thought of the operation of turning human souls into elixir, and her expression became ugly: "It must be instructed by him, this Fu Yin really deserves to die! Senior brother, are we really going to ignore it?"

"I won't admit to arresting him now. After the matter is over, Master will naturally discuss it with the royal family. You don't need to worry about this."

Fang Qian looked at the river and shook the wine pot: "Since that person has the cultivation base of the Golden Core stage, if he wants to leave here, he can leave immediately after killing the person, and he will not wait for us to appear at all. Medicine, what are you digging out people’s spiritual roots for? Besides, I haven’t found any trace of Junior Sister Ye, do you think it’s not itchy enough to go back now?”

After he finished speaking, several juniors looked at each other in blank dismay: "Then what should we do now?"

"Wait." Fang Qian raised his head and took a sip of Immortal Drunk: "Since you have the courage to appear in front of me, you should be prepared to never appear, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and swallowed it directly along with the mellow wine.At this moment, the lanterns just came on, and the boats in the river were hung up with colorful lanterns one by one.

The girl in colorful clothes walked to the bed with a flower basket in her arms, sprinkled the bright petals on the lake, and reflected the bright colors under the shadow of the lights.

"Huafang..." Fang Qian twitched his lips as he recalled the two places Fu Yin mentioned.In this city, where is there anyone who knows more about flowers than Hua Niang?

Fang Qian withdrew his gaze, and said in a gentle voice: "It's rare to go down the mountain, you don't have to stay with me all the time, you can relax properly."

"Yes, senior brother." Yu Ji finished reluctantly: "If you have any orders, senior brother, you can call me at any time."

Fang Qian nodded and watched the nine junior brothers and sisters file out, and their figures disappeared in a flash.

After Ji Zheng left the government office, he came to the riverside, looking at the water and the sky, but there was no place he could go to.

Being able to go to Taihang Xianmen was just an unintentional move by the head Tang Jingci. If he were separated from Fang Qian now, he would not even have the ability to return to Xianmen.

Ji Zheng held his disciple's order tightly, until his flat fingertips were deeply carved into the flesh.

"If you drop it, you won't be able to catch it."

Ji Zheng was taken aback. Disciple Ling almost fell into the river. He raised his head and met the extra figure on the tree beside him.

Fang Qian sat on the tree and shook the jug, smiling like a pervert who came to spoil the underage: "Want to drink? Do you want to experience the world of adults in advance?"

Ji Zheng: "...not going."

Fang Qian hooked the corner of his lips and responded happily: "It's just as long as you like it."

Ji Zheng who was picked up: sick!

……

The boats in the river are always beautiful in their clothes and temples. The beautiful actors dance or sing, and their smiles are ambiguous and seductive.

Ji Zheng was carried onto the boat after he rejected Fang Qian's "invitation".As the youngest existence here, she was taken care of by a group of flower girls as soon as she came up.

Ji Zheng has always been able to freeze people into a fierce aura, but it completely lost its effect in front of this group of women. Soon, many bright red lip marks appeared on his delicate face, and his originally neatly combed hair was also messed up. .

"This little brother looks really good-looking, just like a little fairy boy." The flower girl on the boat held Ji Zheng's small face, her cardamom-colored nails made her cheeks fairer. "When you grow up, how about my sister teaching you to do happy things?"

"No need!" The child's voice turned from embarrassment into anger, followed by a series of laughter like copper bells.

If eyes could kill, Fang Qian would have been killed by Ji Zheng's eyes long ago.

It's a pity that it can't, so Fang Qian leaned against the painting boat without any influence.Thanks to his celestial appearance, the place around him is the cleanest place. The girls only dare to look at him from a distance, and dare not approach him casually to flirt, as if it would be sacrilege to approach him.

In fact, Fang Qian has no choice. If possible, he would like to stay away from the protagonist.But the other party is much easier to use than the evidence-searching dog, and he discovered the two clues in the government office by mistake.

Therefore, taking a seven-year-old child on a boat is really a helpless move, and it is definitely not for watching a play!

Fang Qian turned his head to look at the river, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed, until he saw that Ji Zheng had exploded into a ball out of the corner of his eye, he waved the girls away, leaving only a flower girl pouring wine.

Seeing that she was left behind, the flower girl was secretly happy.Even a person who is used to Fengyue, when he looked at Fang Qian, his cheeks couldn't help being stained red, and he poured wine for him shyly.

Fang Qian blocked Hua Niang's hand: "Miss, do you know where there are sweet-scented osmanthus in this city?"

Hua Niang was stunned for a moment: "Where do you get sweet-scented osmanthus in this season?"

When Fang Qian stretched out his hand, the rose petals on the lake rose up without any wind, and fell directly to his palm: "This is not the flower of this season."

Hua Niang covered her lips with a smile and said: "The girls pick these in the flower room. They can bloom two or three times a year, and they look fresh and beautiful mixed with the apricot flowers. Roses are easy to grow, but sweet-scented osmanthus is not easy to grow. I have never heard of them blooming in early spring." of."

Fang Qian squeezed the petals in his hands and smiled, "You don't need to bloom, where are you planting more?"

Hua Niang thought for a while and replied: "There are not many osmanthus trees in this city. There is a piece of osmanthus in Yuntai Temple, and our greenhouse. There is also a large piece of osmanthus in the place where Miss Qiu is looking after."

Fang Qian took out a silver leaf and threw it to Hua Niang: "Thank you girl, you can go out now."

Hua Niang was taken aback, and said anxiously: "Young master, I..."

Fang Qian was forced to take back her words in Fang Qian's gaze, and left reluctantly.

After the people left, only Fang Qian and Ji Zheng were left in the wing room. The painting boat floated slowly in the lake, and the singing of the girl in the painting boat next door could be vaguely heard across the river.

Fang Qian finally looked at the child who was squatting in the corner and refused to communicate: "What are you doing sitting so far away? Are you not hungry? The food here is not bad."

Ji Zheng turned his head and would rather look at the river than the hateful man in front of him, even if the river made him dizzy!

As Ji Zheng thought about it, a piece of soft, glutinous and sweet glutinous rice cake was stuffed into his mouth.

"You might as well just change your name to Little Firecracker. It will explode at any moment, and run around as soon as it explodes. You won't even be given a chance to explain. Since you use the soul of a person with immortal talent as medicine, you should be prepared to make atonement for it. Even the royal family can't keep him."

Fang Qian sat in front of Ji Zheng with his chin propped on one hand, taking advantage of the surprised expression on the other side's face, he stuffed the pastry in again: "How about it, little firecrackers, is the glutinous rice cake delicious? I'm angry with me but I'm hungry Do you think you are stupid?"

At that time, there were fireworks blooming on the bank, which instantly dyed the river red.

This is a common sight in the world, but Ji Zheng, who used to not even have enough to eat, never had the chance to really appreciate it.

Ji Zheng originally wanted to ask if you lied to me?He opened his mouth but unconsciously swallowed the pastry in his mouth. The pastry was very sweet and the fireworks were beautiful.The fireworks and lanterns shone on the faces of the people in front of them, as if even time had become gentler.

Ji Zheng pursed his lips while maintaining a ferocious expression, he was a little bit reluctant to part with the sweet taste in his mouth, but at that time he didn't know what he was commemorating.

In the many years that followed, he traveled to many places and saw many prosperous scenes in the world, but he no longer had the sweetness that was fed to his mouth.