Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Jing Fan pondered for a long time, until the jade pendant in his hand was warmed by his palm, and a stream of light appeared in it, illuminating the astrolabe.

Waiting made the time extremely difficult. The first one held a Buddhist bead, looked at the back of Jingfan Mountain, remained silent, and chanted the scriptures of blessing in his heart over and over again.

The red candles on the hall exploded with crackling lights, Jing Fan finally turned around, and said with a smile on his face, "It seems that today's hall cannot be worshiped, please trouble the chief seat to remove all these."

"This..." The head seat shook his head, "Master Territory Lord, is this planning to give up?"

Jing Fan put away the jade pendant, his face as calm as water: "This hall must be worshipped."

"In the end, I didn't think carefully, I'm afraid it's not a good time right now."

Standing at the door, Jing Fan bowed respectfully to the head seat, and immediately said: "We will thank you at the door someday, and I will take a step ahead."

Without waiting for the leader to respond, he turned around and plunged into the vast night before disappearing at the gate of Diyin Temple.

Under the moonlit night, the old man looked at the void and sighed, and said wistfully: "The soul is bound to fate, and the life will continue. The soul of the benefactor is unstable, and he must not be able to stay with the adults all the time. Regarding the relationship, don't force it..."

It's a pity that these words didn't reach Jing Fan's ears. When he walked out of the temple gate, a faint lotus seal appeared in his hand. The seal rose into the air and spread out silently, like a signal to break the quiet night.

After a while, several well-trained shadows crouched in front of the man.

Jing Fan's profound facial features were hidden in the shadows that the moonlight could not illuminate, his voice was deep and his face was jade, as cold and cruel as rumors said.

"Where is Yun Shuhua?"

"Master Hui Xianzun, Mr. Yun is in a small courtyard seven miles west of the city suburbs, which is the residence of Yuxiao Palace Fu Lu."

"Oh?"

Jing Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "How did he get there?"

"After Young Master Yun woke up this morning, he first rode his horse to the vicinity of the Autumn Garden. At this time, several demon cultivators from Yuxiao Palace came up to talk with Young Master Yun. It didn't take long for Young Master Yun to ride his horse and follow them away. It seemed that he was voluntary. .After that... Mr. Yun never left that courtyard again."

Since he came to Qiuyuan to take a look, he saw the note he left.

Even so, he voluntarily went to see Fu Yu, and even forgot the time the two made an appointment.

Forget it all.

Jing Fan pursed his lips, as if there was a huge boulder in his chest blocking the mouth of the river that was about to break the embankment, making it difficult to breathe.

He adjusted his thoughts and asked again: "Is there any news from Xianzong?"

"Master Hui Xianzun, Shen Xianzong has arrived in the Eastern Region, and the news came just now. It seems that he wants to meet with you first."

The black shadow paused for a moment, and added: "Shen Xianzong must have discovered that Fu Yi is wandering here recently, so he intends to stop here."

"No, tell him that there is no room for delay in the battle on the front line. I will put on my armor and go into battle some day. Let him sit at the back with peace of mind. Don't worry about the rest of the trivial matters."

Jing Fan turned his hands behind his back, strode his long legs over the man in black kneeling beside him, walked a few steps, turned around and spoke softly.

"Tell Shen Tangli that you are not allowed to step into Fu Yi's house tonight."

After finishing speaking, Jing Fan flicked his sleeves and disappeared in place in an instant.

The few people who stayed on standby still maintained their postures and waited respectfully. They didn't dare to raise their heads until the lotus-like figure had left for a long time.

"Master Xianzun didn't let Shen Xianzong go to Fu Yu, but why did he go to Fu Yu's house?"

"The Immortal Venerable should want to go to resolve this matter in person, and he doesn't want the Xianzong to intervene."

"But Fu Yi has a lot of people, and I don't know if Master Xianzun will return safely. Should we secretly tell Shen Xianzong about this?"

"What kind of person are you, Master Xianzun? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xianzun is in a bad mood tonight, so you and I should just do things obediently. Besides, after so many years, Xianzun has never played uncertainly. battle."

The rest of the people nodded one after another, and left the alley in front of Diyin Temple without a sound.

In a small courtyard somewhere on the outskirts of Jiecheng, several people are taking turns guarding the door of the house. They will guard the few houses as tight as a prison, and no one can enter or leave without authorization.

From the confrontation during the day to the night, Yun Shuhua didn't know how many words he said, how many times he moved his hands, but he didn't move Fu Yi at all.

As night fell, his patience completely disappeared, and he wanted to fight his way back to Jiecheng with his sword.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yu suddenly entered the door at that time, with the expected joy in his eyes, he said with a smile: "Before I finished talking, Shuhua wanted to leave, why, hurry to meet Jingfan?"

Yun Shuhua put the sword across his neck, and said coldly: "Uncle, I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore. If you still want a intact Yun Shuhua, let me go now."

"Don't worry, uncle has been waiting in Jiecheng for so many days, not just to see you, this Jing Fan, uncle will also meet for a while."

Fu Yi slightly raised his hand, and a few pear blossom needles flew out of the jade flute and pierced the young man's wrist, knocking the sword in his hand to the ground.

Yun Shuhua was stabbed, but he didn't blink. Ever since he made the decision to meet Fu Yu behind Jing Fan's back a few days ago, he expected that this matter would not end well, and Fu Yu would not let him go easily.

But he still came. If he wanted to avoid future troubles forever and defend the way of immortality with Jing Fan, he would have to go through this sooner or later.

Yun Shuhua calmly looked at the blood oozing from his wrist, and raised his eyes to stare at Fu Yu: "What do you want to do?"

"What is Shuhua guarding against?" Fu Yi walked up to him, leaned slightly, and said loudly, "I am your uncle, and I will definitely not harm you. However, you said that you married Jing Fan, I How to call him, like... niece? Sounds interesting."

"Now that your parents have passed away, I am naturally your closest person. Will Jing Fan kneel down to serve me tea and call me uncle someday?"

Such words made Fu Yi very happy, and before he finished speaking, he already raised his jaw and laughed.

Yun Shuhua was very angry, his eyes were red and he said: "There is no need to use this to humiliate him. What kind of enmity do you have with him?"

"What enmity is there?" Fu Lie murmured to himself, and then raised his voice and asked back, "Shuhua, what enmity do you think I have with Jing Fan?"

"How much did I, Fu Yi, pay for you? But how did you repay me as a relative?" He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes brimming with red blood, "My own sister, she is out of the ordinary and hangs out with outside men. Together, she was even willing to lose her life for that person, she left and left me with you."

"You were very obedient when you were young, and you loved reading while sitting in my arms. Later, when you grew up, you became estranged from your uncle, but your uncle has worked so hard to train you for so long, just to watch you betray me?"

Fu Yi leaned in front of Yun Shuhua, his long and narrow eyes were full of tearing emotions of love and hate: "Shuhua, you must not betray Yuxiao Palace, you are the purest blood of the Fu family, and you must live in your uncle's life in this life." Under the eyes of the people, until death."

"You're crazy," Yun Shuhua looked at him with a sarcasm, "It's so pitiful."

Hearing these three words, Fu Yu got angry from his heart and asked word by word: "You, what, what?"

"It's ridiculous that Jiang Shuwan ran around for you, but you didn't mention him at all. In your heart, you only remember the disobedient sister and the disobedient nephew. Have you ever thought about the feelings of your own son?"

After saying this, Fu Yi really regained his sanity, and he let go of Yun Shuhua, with a weird smile on his face.

"Stay well by Uncle's side. Uncle will let you know who this 'son' is in the future."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yi didn't speak to Yun Shuhua again, and left the room quickly.

Watching the door of the house drop the latch from the outside and close it tightly, Yun Shuhua's heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and his mood also calmed down.

He slowly swayed to the window, looking himself up and down, as if encouraging himself to make up his mind.

I wanted to resolve this matter quickly and go to see the master cleanly, but now it seems impossible.

Yun Shuhua wiped his face, recalled the sword on the ground to his hands, and raised his hands above his head, the surging sword energy mixed with spiritual power shook the window paper to pieces.

The boy jumped up, kicked the broken planks with a sweep of his long legs, and rushed into the night sky.

"Young master ran away, hurry up!"

Taking advantage of the fact that Fu Yu didn't come to arrest him personally, this is the only chance to escape, Yun Shuhua didn't dare to look back, he rushed all the way to the ancient tree leaning against the wall in the courtyard.

It's only a few feet away, but it seems like a moat across the sky, countless black shadows slash at him with their swords, and he has to use his mind to resist.

These shadow guards were wary of Fu Wei's order and did not dare to hurt Yun Shuhua, but who knew that this young man rushed forward as if desperately, not afraid of the knife at all, which made them unable to strike.

It was inevitable to be injured during the confrontation. Yun Shuhua's cheeks and side neck had several bloodstains, and his clothes were also torn. He was staring at the sky outside the courtyard, and his movements became faster and faster. With a little step, he was about to fly up.

Just at this moment, a flying knife stabbed Yun Shuhua's left leg, and he grunted in pain, watching himself fall down a few steps away from freedom.

"Shuhua, good boy, come back quickly!"

It was Fu Yu's voice.

Yun Shuhua gritted his teeth and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. His right knee was hit by Fu Yu's hidden weapon again, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the two gates were slashed open with a sword from the outside covered in dust, and among the sand and stones flying, corpses fell all over the place at the feet of the visitors.

The blood splashed on the man's crimson costume, soaking the lotus petals outlined by the silver thread, and the night wind blew around his red headband and waterfall-like black hair.

The people present froze on the spot as if they had seen Shura.

Yun Shuhua raised his head, looked at Yuehua, couldn't help but sink his fingers into the mud, and grabbed a handful of wet gravel.

Master is wearing red today, what exactly did he prepare for this day...?

Certain crazy ideas that had never been thought of invaded Yun Shuhua's mind and occupied his brain.

In the dazed eyes of the young man, Jing Fan approached step by step, and dark red blood drops fell along the tip of Wenyue's sword. I don't know if it was because of the infiltration of human blood, the light and shadow reflected by the sword became sharper.

"Is this the result of your cultivation these days?"

Jing Fan's low voice was blown into Yun Shuhua's ears with the wind.

"This is the person you've been thinking of seeing these days?"

Jing Fan tilted his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu Yi, who was wary of retreating in the distance.

"Master..." Yun Shuhua opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he was going to say.

He wanted to grab the scarlet sleeves, but after seeing Jing Fan, all his courage and physical strength found an outlet, and somehow disappeared.

Jing Fan walked up to Yun Shuhua, leaned over and squatted down, and stroked the blood on his face with warm fingers.

Immediately, he stopped talking, picked up the boy with his strong arms, and said in a deep voice, "Follow me first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Jing Fanfang took a step towards the outside of the courtyard, and the remaining shadow guards alternately stepped forward to block them with their long swords, all showing a bit of timidity and hesitation in their movements.

Fu Wei who was outside the door smiled softly, waved his hands at his back, and said, "Master Xianzun, don't come here without any harm."

Jing Fan glanced at the cowardly Moxiu standing beside him, and said coldly: "Master Fu, are you sure you want to use up the remaining ants to stop me?"

He turned his head, and his tall and slender figure was set off by his red clothes, and his face with red lips and white teeth was like a nightmare.

"You have to think clearly, if these people are gone, you will die under the sword of this seat very soon tonight."

There is no adulteration in this statement, and everyone present knows it very well.It is true that Fu Yi's cultivation level is unmatched in the Demon Realm, but if he insists on confronting Jing Fan head-on, he will not get any benefit.

Fu Yi knew in his heart that if he fought recklessly, he would definitely not be Jing Fan's opponent.However, he has always judged the situation and analyzed the pros and cons quite thoroughly. After a little thought, he raised his voice and said, "Fu Moujie is young, how dare he block the way of the Immortal Venerable? However, what the Immortal Venerable is holding in his arms is Fu Mou My little nephew has been away for more than half a year, and it's time to go home now."

Jing Fan stopped and looked straight at Fu Yi without hesitation, with a strong arrogance in his smile: "Where is his home, it doesn't matter what you say."

Fu Li gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, the Immortal can take away Shuhua if he wants to, but Fu has one condition, and I hope the Immortal will agree."

"Yes, yes?"

Jing Fan said slowly: "Could it be that Palace Master Fu still thinks that he can discuss terms with me?"

Before the words fell, the neighing of a steed suddenly sounded outside the courtyard. The two quickly appeared in Fu Yi's field of vision, and carefully picked up the boy in Jing Fan's arms.

The man stepped into the courtyard step by step, stood still in front of Fu Wei, and said in a low voice: "If as expected, no one from Wei Zong will come to pick you up tonight. I advise you to put away those useless thoughts."

Holding the sword in his hand, with his hair flying, he continued slowly: "For the sake of you being his uncle, I am willing to give you a chance."

"Pick up your sword, if you don't satisfy this seat tonight, you will lose the qualification to make conditions with this seat forever."

Before Fu Yi could react, Wenyue in Jing Fan's hand let out a resounding sword whistle, and the rolling killing intent shook the surrounding people.

"You... all back down."

Fu Wei's expression was unpredictable, and he was not stage frightened. He raised his hand and waved to the people in the courtyard. The jade wrench reflected the light in the room and shone in everyone's eyes.

"Master Xianzun, Fu Mou doesn't want to fight with you today, but if Xianzun insists on doing so, then don't blame Fu Mou for being ruthless."

Fu Yi formed a tactic with his hands, a blue light flashed between his foreheads, and the long sword appeared in front of him.

Tonight, Jing Fan's mood sank like a sea, and he didn't want to continue to entangle with Fu Yu, but when he saw his sword raised and lowered, his murderous intent was fully revealed, and he approached Fu Yu's face.

This time he was able to resist with his sword, and Fu Yu was shocked by the powerful magic power and retreated into the house, with blood overflowing from his mouth.

He knew the horror of Jing Fan's cultivation, although he had never fought against him in these years, he also warned himself that he should not be underestimated.

However, after removing five or six tricks with his own spiritual power, Fu Wei couldn't take it anymore.He thought of retreating in his heart, thinking carefully about how to avoid tonight's calamity.

"Fu guessed that Master Xianzun doesn't have the antidote for Shuhua's Gu poison..." Fu Yi waited for the opportunity, threw out the jade flute, and stabbed Jing Fan's neck with several pear blossom needles, but he was struck by the sword. Split them all.

"The antidote is on my body. Without this medicine, although Shuhua will not die, he will still be tortured and his physical strength will go from bad to worse."

"You don't need to worry about it, he is very healthy now."

"What?" Fu Wei frowned, "This antidote was prepared by the son of Xuanling Shanling. There is only one copy in this world. How did you get the antidote?"

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Jing Fan pierced his left shoulder with his sword and exerted force, forcing Fu Yi to lower his body and look up at him.

"Oh I see."

Fu Wei laughed evilly: "Could it be possible that Master Xianzun used his own body as an antidote to lure away the Gu worms in Shuhua's body?"

"With the degree to which the Immortal Venerable loves his apprentice, it is understandable to do so."

Jing Fan looked at him coldly, a huge wind blew up around him, Wenyue ignited a strong cold flame and chopped down on the top of Fu Yu's head.

There was a loud "Zheng", and amidst the dust, Fu Yi threw away his sword and held Wenyue's sword with both hands on his jade flute.

He clenched his teeth, cold sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead, he stood up a little bit, and looked at Jing Fan.

"Sure enough, as rumored, he is a cold-blooded person who kills without batting an eye."

"how do I say this?"

Jing Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Compared to such demons as Master Fu who despise human life, this seat is still far behind."

"Hahaha……"

Fu Yu laughed out loud, his facial features were bleeding from the force of mana forced into his viscera.

"Jing Fan, do you know why I insist on bringing Yun Shuhua back to Yuxiao Palace?"

Speaking of the three words Yun Shuhua, Fu Wei could clearly feel the expression of the indestructible man in front of him slightly changed. He seized the opportunity and trembled with pain: "The child has been with you for so long, and you have not Found that he and the Tianyin Stone have a mutual induction?"

Jing Fan looked at him coldly, unmoved.

"Shuhua is the next appointed Master of the Eastern Territory. Sooner or later, he will replace you and become the new master of the world! So what if the two of you love each other, but in the end you will just become the laughing stock of all living beings, the ultimate master of the master. He will be betrayed by his disciples, killed by his loved one, and watch him sit in the most honorable position with his own eyes."

"If I were you, I would kill Yun Shuhua mercilessly, and I would not leave anyone else any chance, but what about you? Jing Fan, aren't you the most ruthless person in the world? Will you feel at ease to see him become your threat?"

Jing Fan pierced Fu Yi's belly with a sword.

His brows and eyes were sparse, and there was no extra emotion: "Does Master Fu have anything else to say?"

"Uh..." Fu Lie gripped the sword in pain, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, as if he didn't care that he was about to die, "You don't believe it?"

"Do you know why Shuhua's surname is Yun? It's because his father is the legitimate heir of the Yun family in the Eastern Region and the former Lord of the Eastern Region! You are just a thief who got the inheritance by chance. How can an insignificant mustard seed in Sumeru deserve such an honor?"

"Shuhua was born with a connection with the Tianyin Stone. At that time, everyone in the five regions will respect him. You, an abandoned child who has lost the support of the heavens, will naturally fall into the dust and be smashed to pieces!"

Jing Fan nodded with a half-smile, and said, "Okay, as for what will happen next, please ask Palace Master Fu to go to the Nine Springs to have a look."

After finishing speaking, he formed a lotus law imprint on the hilt of Wenyue sword with one hand.

It was too late and then too soon, Fu Yi suddenly approached Jing Fan with the sword like a ghost, raised his hand and hit him directly in the heart with a palm full of demonic energy!

The mana in front of him soared, and he actually used ten percent of his cultivation base. Jing Fan quickly backed up to resist, but was still shocked by the powerful mana for a few steps.

In this split second, Fu Yu had already taken the lead. He threw a bead into his mouth, his face turned rosy, and he disappeared into the room in the chaos.

Jing Fan retracted Wenyue, gently wiped the blood off his face, turned and left the house without looking back, and stepped into the carriage.

Under the moonlight, a carriage quickly drove back to Jiecheng, and finally stopped in front of the Qiuyuan gate.

Along the way, Jing Fan prescribed medicine to Yun Shuhua without saying a word, his expression as gentle as usual.

Yun Shuhua bit his lip and wanted to explain every now and then, but seeing Jing Fan sitting quietly with his eyes closed, he fell silent again.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley, Jing Fan lifted the curtain and helped Yun Shuhua get out of the carriage carefully.

When he was about to enter the autumn garden, Yun Shuhua suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the corner of Diyin Temple not far away, and asked tentatively: "Master, are we not going there?"

Jing Fan followed his gaze and said softly, "I won't go."

"..."

Yun Shuhua blinked absent-mindedly, and with his support, he limped into the autumn garden. He was instantly shocked by the scenery in front of him, and a deep amazement flashed in his eyes.

"Young Master is finally back, please come in quickly."

Not far away came an old man with a kind face, but he was dressed luxuriously and looked at Jing Fan respectfully with a lamp in his hand.

"Take this little boy to rest."

Jing Fan put down these words lightly, then turned around and left without looking back.