Undercover Manual

In Tianshu Pavilion.

The little boy who informed came in again, and reported to Chang Jing who was really drawing on the table: "I have reported to the Immortal, Nanke Xingjun and Beiyue Xingjun."

Chang Jing's eyebrows were faint, and he drew a stroke in his hand, without even raising his head, he asked, "What are they doing?"

"It seems..." Xiaotong replied, "Are you reading a script?"

Chang Jing stopped, put the paintbrush in the inkstone and dipped it lightly, casually released a ray of consciousness, swept it under the Cangnan tree outside, and showed a faint smile on his face.

Seeing this, the little boy shrank his neck slightly.

Changjing Shangxian is sincere except when he smiles at the little fairy named Rongchi in Baicaoyuan, other times, there must be no good things.

Outside Tianshu Pavilion.

Bei Yue read the script for a while.

Looking at it, he suddenly stood up from the Cangnan tree, stomped his feet twice, lowered his head and said to Beiyue who was sitting on the chair next to him: "Nanke, do you feel that the temperature seems to be getting colder?"

Nan Ke also put away the storybook, put his hand to his mouth, heaved a few breaths, and sighed: "It's so cold!"

"What's going on?" Bei Yue looked puzzled, "When did the heavens get so cold?"

"Everything in Wanling Terrace is under the control of Shangxian Changjing, it is really not difficult to cool down." Nan Ke said calmly from the side, "Use some spiritual power to carry it."

These two people didn't have much interest in continuing to read the script, and mobilized their spiritual power from their dantians to resist the low temperature.

Another moment passed.

Bei Yue couldn't help but jumped on the ground twice, "I can't do it! My feet are frozen and I can't move!"

Nan Ke smiled wryly.

In fact, he was almost the same. If he had known this, he would not have taken out the chair and storybook just now, so he could wait outside with peace of mind, and maybe these things would not happen.

"It hurts you." Nan Ke said to Bei Yue.

North Vietnam doesn't know why.

Nan Ke also did not say clearly.

In fact, after Chang Jing came out and found out that Rong Chi had been tricked into going to the Demon Realm by him, he had been treating him badly. This time, he was targeting him, but he was hurting Bei Yue, who had just found out about the Wan Ling Pan.

Fortunately, Chang Jing didn't really want to do anything to them.

While the two were complaining repeatedly, the little boy who had just informed them came out again, looked at the two people and said, "Shangxian has finished painting, please come to Tianshu Pavilion for tea with the two Xingjun."

As soon as these words fell, the temperature outside the Tianshu Pavilion instantly returned to normal, and the frozen parts of the two of them could move.

"Okay, okay, drink tea, I want hot tea." Beida heaved a sigh of relief, and when he heard that there was tea to drink, he hurried in.

Nan Ke rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingers, hesitantly stood outside the Tianshu Pavilion, and after a while, he shook his head and followed Beiyue into the Tianshu Pavilion as if resigned to his fate.

In the Tianshu Pavilion, Chang Jing lightly added the last stroke on the scroll, then raised his head to look at Nanke and Beiyue, and said coldly, "Please wait a long time, both of you."

"It should be, I'm bothering the immortal." Nan Ke said hastily.

Chang Jing nodded slightly, and pointed to the side: "Sit"

Nanke and Beiyue sat down at the lower left and right corners of Tianshu Pavilion respectively.Then they looked at the long mirror and put the paintbrush on the brush stand, and took down the painting they just finished, and put it on a nearby table to dry.

In the picture that Chang Jing drew just now, the two of them are very familiar.

It was Jiuwu, the previous master of Wanling Terrace, and the master of Changjing Shangxian.

It's just that Jiuwu has fallen for thousands of years, and the voice, appearance and appearance have gradually faded in the minds of people in the heavens, and there are still many people who have not been born ten thousand years ago, and they don't even know what the ancient protoss Jiuwu looked like.

Nan Ke glanced at the painting lightly, his heart skipped a beat.

Even if ten thousand years have passed, Jiuwu in Changjing's pen is still lifelike, and the expression between his brows and eyes is almost exactly the same.

After clearing out the table in front of him, Chang Jing glanced at the little boy next to him, and said indifferently: "Why don't you understand the rules? Why don't you serve tea to the two stars?"

But the little boy still hurried down, and after a while brought a tray with three cups of tea, and handed them to Changjing, Nanke, and Beiyue respectively.

Bei Yue was so cold that his hands and feet were stiff and he hadn't recovered. After holding the hot tea in his hands, he was about to take a sip, but he saw Nan Ke sitting opposite him holding the tea, as if he was facing an enemy.

Beiyue froze in place holding the tea, but just put it in his mouth.

"Try Beiyue Xingjun? This is a new tea made from the leaves planted from the Xueling tree just this year. It tastes pretty good." Chang Jing picked up the teacup, flicked the tea, brought it to his mouth, took a sip, and said lightly .

Bei Yue glanced suspiciously at the long mirror, struggled for a moment, then put the letter to his nose and sniffed it dubiously, and then took a small sip.

"Huh!" After drinking, Bei Yue sighed and said, "Good tea."

Nan Ke saw it, and then picked up the teacup.

Tea made from snow spirit tree?

He took a light breath, and the faint hot air rushed into his nose, and his frozen body was suddenly relieved.

Moreover, it is indeed a fresh and elegant taste.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with Beiyue drinking it, Nan Ke couldn't help it, so he also took a sip lightly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Nan Ke: "..."

"Nanke Xingjun?"

"No...nothing." Nan Ke put the tea aside and waved his hands quickly.

The tea is a new tea, but I don't know what has been added. Now, from his tongue to his throat to his stomach, it is numb and spicy!

Nan Ke coughed and blushed, and he didn't recover after a long time.

It would be nice if you could rinse your mouth with a mouthful of water at this time.

but……

He glanced at the long mirror sitting above him, and could only continue to cough a few more times.

The long mirror sitting at the top slightly lowered his eyelids, and after taking another sip of tea, he took the initiative to tell the little boy next to him: "Mr. Xing is choking, go and get Mr. Xing a glass of water."

When Nan Ke heard this, he waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no!"

Chang Jing didn't speak any more, Xiao Tong listened to his instructions, took another teacup, and handed it to Nan Ke.

As if facing a formidable enemy, Nan Ke glanced at the long mirror.

Chang Jing didn't seem to care whether he drank or not, he just asked: "You two are here to look for me, but is there something wrong?"

Nan Ke breathed a sigh of relief and continued to cough.

And Beiyue said from the side: "It is for the matter of Jiuwu Shenxin and Wanling Pan."

"Oh?" Chang Jing seemed very confused when he heard this, "Didn't His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven come to a conclusion on this matter yesterday? Another change?"

"Conclusive...conclusive?" Bei Yue was taken aback.

Nan Ke at the side only felt that after drinking the tea just now into his dantian, it began to flow along the meridians of his whole body. At this time, his whole body was about to burn.

He was sitting on pins and needles, and he had no intention of caring about the matters of Jiuwu's mind.

"If you two don't know, it's better to wait for the emperor's will first."

"This..." Beiyue looked bewildered, it was the Emperor of Heaven who asked them to come here today.

"The Wanling Pan still needs to be guarded. If there is nothing else, I will take the first step. Please go ahead, both of you." Chang Jing said lightly.

The North Vietnamese showed embarrassment, and sent them away before saying a few words?

Nan Ke actually wanted to understand something.

They came here at the will of the Emperor of Heaven, just to vent their anger on Chang Jing.

At this moment, he only felt that his whole body was on fire. Hearing this, it was as if he had received the will of amnesty. He immediately stood up and grabbed Bei Yue, who was still looking sad, and said, "Trouble the Shangxian, the two of us This leaves."

Chang Jing didn't continue to speak, he stood up and took the painting that had been dried today, and walked out the back door of Tianshu Pavilion first, leaving Nanke and Beiyue in the empty Tianshu Pavilion.

"Hurry up, hurry up, leave Wanling Terrace quickly, and find some water to drink."

Seeing Chang Jing leaving, Nan Ke pulled Bei Yue and hurriedly urged him.

Beiyue also saw that Nan Ke was not feeling well at this time.

He glanced at the glass of clear water that Chang Jing had sent over just now, took it and put his finger in it to dip a little, then put it in his mouth and tasted it with Nan Ke's expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"It's really clear water." Bei Yue said.

Nan Ke looked suspicious, took it quickly, and tasted a little.

Then, he immediately took two gulps.

The water entered his stomach, as if it was the natural nemesis of the tea just now, and Nan Ke's whole body became cold in an instant.

In the end, he took the teacup and thought, he never wants to come to Wanling Terrace again.

the other side.

After Rong Chi ran away from Luo Yue, he was slightly relieved until he returned to his room.

He sat on the chair and patted his chest. He just took a sip of water when the guard he had told him walked over.

"Young Master Rong, Shangxian Changjing has finished meeting Nanke Xingjun and Beiyue Xingjun."

Rong Chi immediately jumped up from the chair and asked, "Where is he now?"

"Shangxian knows that you want to see him, and is already on his way." The guard replied.

Hearing this, Rong Chi turned his head to look out of the window next to him, and sure enough, he saw a long mirror wearing a moon-white outer cloak specially made by the master of Wanling Terrace coming from the corridor outside.

Rong Chi waved his hand to let the guards go down, and took the initiative to walk towards Chang Jing.

Chang Jing is in a high position in the heavens and has presided over the Wanling Terrace for thousands of years, and has already developed a frosty appearance.

And only when he saw Rong Chi would he have a faint smile.

With a soft tone, he looked at Rong Chi and said, "Looking for me? What's the matter?"

Rong Chi's lips moved, "I know Nanke and the others are coming—"

"Shall we go in and talk?"

In the corridor outside Rongchi's room, Chang Jing pointed to the room next to him and said.

Rong Chi nodded, followed the long mirror and walked towards the room.

There are countless doubts in his heart.

What happened to the Panacea?Do you still need Jiuwu Shenxin?Why did Chang Jing block all the people who came to him?

With these doubts, Rong Chi's mind was moved, and he slightly turned his head to look at the Lord of Wanlingtai who was said to be the master of Wanlingtai who was said to be respected by the emperor of heaven.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned his head, he saw Chang Jing was also looking at him, with complex and unspeakable meanings in his eyes that Rong Chi couldn't express.

The two people's eyes met, but Chang Jing took the initiative to move away, as if avoiding something.

At this moment, Rong Chi suddenly remembered what he had heard somewhere, saying that Chang Jing was a disciple of Jiuwu.Then he thought of what Luo Yue had said about why Chang Jing was so nice to him.

Rong Chi blinked lightly, thinking carefully, he had never seen Chang Jing treat anyone so well.Perhaps it is very different to him, it is entirely because of the spirit of Jiuwu in him.

And Chang Jing has a particularly deep relationship with Jiu Wu, his master?