God, he quietly likes this seat

The female cultivator in purple had an eloquent voice, and every word fell into Yan Huaizhou's ears clearly.

"It's a long story. Yan Wanfeng used to be an unworldly genius in our fairy sect, and he had a close relationship with Qingzhi Shenjun, and they were inseparable. But during the battle between immortals and demons, the Sky Sect had a quarrel with their Yan family. , Yan Wanfeng's sister, Yan Wuchen, fell in love with a Demon Lord at this time. They planted Yan Wuchen and stole the formation map and gave it to the Demon Realm, which caused heavy casualties in the battle of Xianmen!"

"At that time, there were all witnesses and material evidence, and it was a battle. Naturally, the crowd was excited and quarreled. All sects advocated a heavy sentence. It was the Beidou Immortal who said that one person's fault should not spread to the whole family, only to Yan Wuchen. A person was sentenced to die in the Judgment Platform."

"But there is only one Yan Wuchen, how can the people of the Cangqiong sect be reconciled, so they secretly instigated the head of the Yan family and his wife to go to the Xingtai platform to intercept the prisoner. They actually went there! It's just a joke Is it? Except that Yan Wanfeng and Qing Zhi Shenjun were trapped in an underwater magic palace and failed to come out, and all the members of the Yan family were blasted to death on the spot by the Sanxian Formation of the Xing Xingtai."

"Once the star-cutting platform is opened, the Beidou Immortal can't control its operation. In addition, they forcibly intercepted the prisoners, and they were counterattacked by the formation. In the end, none of them could be rescued. After Yan Wanfeng learned of this, he was shocked. It was not easy, he fell into a demon on the spot, and Qingzhi Shenjun chased him all the way but couldn't stop him, so he just left without a trace."

"Unexpectedly, not long after, Yan Wanfeng got the inheritance of the Ninth Demon Venerable by chance, and his cultivation soared to the sky. He immediately rushed to Cang Qiong Mountain by himself and killed hundreds of people from the Cang Qiong Sect. Blood water covered the entire mountain. All of them were dyed red, and many of the great masters who went to stop him died at his hands."

"So far, no one dared to touch his bad luck anymore, but Zhoushan had to take care of this matter, so he had to let Qingzhi Shenjun go in person. He fought with Yan Wanfeng in Cangqiong Mountain for three days and three nights, and finally put him on the bed with his own hands. But for some reason, Yan Wanfeng escaped from the Demon Killing Path, and turned over the case for the Yan family, chopped up the Demon Lord who was in love with his sister at that time, and spread them outside his devil lair."

"Although his methods are ruthless, they are also for revenge after all. It is not good for Xianmen to trouble him again, so they have to turn a blind eye and close one eye, allowing him to become the current Shaxue Demon Lord. He and After this incident, Qing Zhi Shenjun has not seen each other for many years."

She spoke very emotionally, and someone added to it from the side. Every word you said and I said, restored the past events of the year to a close degree.

The young monks had never heard such tragic old news, their eyes lit up with excitement, and they sighed again and again.

……

Seeing Yan Huaizhou's face gradually freeze into ice that was about to shatter, Zhong Ling quickly stretched out his hand from under the table and pressed the back of his hand.

"Wan Feng, you..."

Yan Huaizhou's hand was held by him, and it took a while for his eyes to recover.He regained his composure and shook his head, indicating that Zhong Ling was fine, and laughed at himself with the corners of his lips curled up: "It's okay, they can talk if they want to, anyway, it's not the first time I've heard it."

How could Zhong Ling not know his temperament? If he hadn't been there, Yan Huaizhou would have already picked up the case and picked up a knife to kill someone.

He also didn't know how to comfort them properly, because for both of them, this was an untouchable, bloody scar.

Zhong Ling bit his lip, shook his arm, looked at him worriedly and said, "Wan Feng, why don't we change places."

Yan Huaizhou's tone was a bit blunt: "No need."

Zhong Ling wanted to persuade him again, so he listened to the young monk who asked the question just now and sighed: "So, it's all due to good luck and tricks, and the Shaxue Demon Lord is quite pitiful."

This time, a young man at the next table took up his words.

The young man raised his voice and said: "Little brother, you don't need to pity him. Shaxue Demon Venerable lives in the devil world, let alone how carefree it is, you say, don't you?"

The three or four people sitting around him burst into laughter.

Zhong Ling saw that they didn't look like people from the fairy sect, and couldn't help but frown, fearing that they would say something that would irritate Yan Huaizhou, he increased his strength to pull him away.But Yan Huaizhou refused to move as if a root had taken root under his buttocks.

He could only bite the bullet and continue listening

"If you ask me, Shaxue Demon Venerable is not only good in cultivation, but also handsome. Which of the female devils in the demon world is not fascinated by him, crying and screaming to climb his bed!"

"That's right. Isn't it better for him to be happy in the devil world than to stay in the fairy gate and be restrained?"

The topic changed too quickly, Yan Huaizhou and Zhong Ling's expressions became extremely strange, but they continued to quarrel: "It's not just a female devil, I heard that he is not taboo about meat and vegetables, and there are several years of age. Big little devil, don't you all say that you are his old friend!"

"That's right, that's right, I also heard that..."

Yan Huaizhou couldn't sit still.He grabbed Zhong Ling, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pan, with his backhand, and stammered, "That Ah Ling, I also don't think this place is very good. Let's change places, walk around, change places..."

This time it was Zhong Ling's turn to refuse to leave.He showed a creepy smirk at Yan Huaizhou, and said word by word: "Merry and happy, meat and vegetables? Good, very good. I underestimated you."

Yan Huaizhou's expression turned from embarrassment into anger, wishing to cut off the tongues of those people immediately, but obviously Zhong Ling would not give him this chance.

In desperation, he jumped up and covered Zhong Ling's ears: "A Ling, they are all talking nonsense, I can explain it to you! Really, you have to listen to my explanation!"

Zhong Ling waved his hand away with a slap, and pointed at the stool ruthlessly: "Sit down and listen to them."

Yan Huaizhou greeted all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of this group of bastards in his heart, crouched on the stool and stared at their faces with gritted teeth, and would wring their heads off one by one and crush them to pieces whenever he found a chance.

The gossip over there has reached a feverish stage, the words are becoming more and more unpleasant, and people are constantly joining the discussion.Zhong Ling was listening attentively to their description of what Yan Huaizhou's "beloved" old friend looked like when he suddenly heard someone interrupted loudly.

"My God! According to what you said, Qingzhi Shenjun and him will not, will not be that kind of relationship?!

The audience gasped, and there was a sudden silence for a moment, and then, the loud noise that broke out almost knocked the roof over.

"It's really impossible to tell! Otherwise, why would they hold hands?!"

"When you mentioned it like that, I remembered it. I met Yan Wanfeng at the night market back then to buy sword tassels for Qingzhi Shenjun!"

"I once saw Lord Qingzhi tie Yan Wanfeng's hair at the bottom of Wuwang Cliff!"

"During the battle between immortals and demons, the two of them often slept together on the battlefield, and you were next to me, and I was next to you! I didn't feel anything wrong at that time, but now that I think about it, they are really too close !"

"Do you remember that on the day when the Sword Master Jingyun fell, Yan Wanfeng wiped away tears for Qing Zhi Shenjun in public?"

"Sure enough! This makes sense!"

Zhong Ling's face turned green, and he finally ran away when everyone was arguing over who was above and who was below and almost fought.

He has learned today what is meant by "people's words are awesome".

Yan Huaizhou ordered a table of delicious dishes, but before he even tasted half a mouthful, Zhong Ling grabbed his wrist and dragged him away.He wanted to cry without tears: "A Ling, you know now, they are talking nonsense. ——Talking nonsense!"

Unable to be disturbed by the rumors, the two hurriedly ordered a room in the restaurant, and both hid in it.Yan Huaizhou still insisted on explaining to Zhong Ling over and over again what his inexplicably extra "peach blossom debts" were all about, until Zhong Ling couldn't bear it and kicked him off the bed.

That night, Zhong Ling had a strange dream.

He dreamed of the Yuluan Palace, dreamed of the white peach tree planted by Yan Huaizhou, dreamed that Yan Huaizhou tightly clasped his wrist, and could not help but push him under the tree full of flowers and shadows.

His eyes were full of beast-like plunder and possession, and he said to him in a completely strange tone: Do you know?I've wanted to do this for a long time.

Zhong Ling was suffocating with his lips and teeth, the corners of his eyes were stained with tears, and when he suddenly woke up panting, he still felt his whole body was limp.

This is, he had a spring...dream...?

The sky outside the window is about to light up, slightly pale with fish belly.Zhong Ling thought over and over again, convinced that such absurd thing had never happened.But that scene was so profound and real that he doubted whether he had ever done such a thing with Yan Huaizhou.

He looked at the ground in frustration, the culprit was wrapping himself into a ball with a quilt, curled up on the ground and sleeping soundly.

Zhong Ling stabilized his vain footsteps, got out of bed and washed his face with cold water to clear his head first, before he kicked him with his toe in a bad manner: "Yan Huaizhou, get up and go to work."

"What time is it?"

Yan Huaizhou opened his sleepy eyes in a daze, looked out the window, and rolled into a ball again: "It's still not dawn, A Ling, let me sleep for a while."

Zhong Ling was furious, and his voice suddenly rose an octave: "I said, get up! Get down to business!"

He has always been calm and gentle on weekdays, and seldom has such unreasonable stern words. Yan Huaizhou was stunned by his irritability today, and muttered in a low voice: "What are you doing so fiercely so early in the morning?"

Zhong Ling didn't say a word, he opened his eyes and glared at him, Yan Huaizhou closed his mouth knowingly, and quickly got up from the ground.

Before going out, he secretly looked at Zhong Ling's face, and found that his eyes were black and blue, obviously he hadn't slept well.

He only thought that Zhong Ling was still sulking because of what happened the day before, and made up his mind that no matter what, he must never provoke him again.