Why get drunk and smell pears

After the abnormality appeared in Yecheng, it attracted much attention.

In addition to being unable to enter and exit at will, the mask covering the entire town can still have normal communication.

So Shen Qingyu is very busy recently, he is busy dealing with the news from the messenger talisman outside, and he is very busy.

Seeing him so mercilessly, Yin Jiujian snorted.

"If I were you, I would turn off that communication talisman completely, and get rid of those immortal hearts."

Shen Qingyu listened to him helplessly admonishing herself, even a little happy in her heart.

The atmosphere between the two has changed recently, at least not as tense as before. It is already a great improvement for Yin Jiujian to cooperate a little.

"The affairs of various sects are not based on whims."

He patiently explained to Yin Jiujian, one of them was sitting at the desk to deal with things, the other was standing aside and watching with arms crossed, their appearance was still harmonious.

In the past few days in the City Lord's Mansion, before Yun Dang left, he had ordered his servants not to disturb the courtyard, and now the city is full of monks who are frantically looking for Yin Jiujian. This is the safest place, and no one has disturbed it yet.

Although those monks were all juniors led by Shen Qingyu.

Yin Jiujian watched Shen Qingyu handle official business. In fact, before he rebelled against the clan, when Ming Xuan was still alive, he often watched like this.

It's just that he was in a different state of mind than he is now. Looking at Shen Qingyu, he thought about how to avenge his shame and do something that would make Ming Xuan's teeth itch with hatred.

At that time, there was a wicked heart but no guts. I thought about poisoning Shen Qingyu's elixir and sneaking up on him while he was meditating. Isn't that the dog raised by that disgusting old guy Mingmingxuan? Don't know what's so dirty.

For more than ten years, every time I saw Shen Qingyu, I thought that way, but in the end I didn't implement any of them, and instead I became a joke.

Yin Jiujian wanted him to hate Mingxuan for killing his mother, hate him for imprisoning him in the sect, hate Yin Qing for passing on the memory of a hundred generations to himself, and hate those who wiped out the Yin family.

He also hated Shen Qingyu, but what he hated was that he seemed to turn a blind eye to everything and didn't notice it at all.

Angry from his heart, Yin Jiujian pulled out the messenger talisman from Shen Qingyu's hand, and slammed it on the ground.

With a snap, it was like a corner of the weak relationship between the two was broken.

Shen Qingyu was annoyed by his sudden action, but she knew that now was not the time to quarrel, the relationship between the two had finally eased up, and if they quarreled again, it would not be as good as before.

There was silence, as if the air had stagnated.

Yin Jiujian turned around and walked out the door.

He didn't want to take it here to watch Shen Qingyu deal with things on the right path, he was very upset.

At the same time, an unknown emotion spread from the bottom of his heart, which he had never felt before.

Confused, not even knowing what to do.

He stood under the pear tree in the courtyard for a while, and walked towards the south of Yecheng with heavy steps.

The breeze blows, and the green fruits on the tree are fragrant, which has reached the point where you can smell it.

Shen Qingyu's gaze followed Yin Jiujian, and she felt very uncomfortable looking at his always black back.

He seemed to understand something, but he didn't know anything.

Shen Qingyu hated this feeling of powerlessness, rationally felt that she should keep up, Yin Jiujian's body was abnormal now, it would be bad if something happened to her, but emotionally she felt a deep sense of powerlessness, sitting on a wooden chair It seems to be able to sink into it.

Why, nothing can be done...

Here.

Yin Jiujian walked towards the wooden house on the mountain to the south.

Since the last time Xuanqing took Lan Ling here to find him, Xuanqing and the others never left.

This time Yin Jiujian went alone, and with Xuanqing's attitude towards him, it was more or less risky.

But Yin Jiujian didn't care, and still went alone.

That wooden house is actually the ancestral hall of the Yin family.

Although he didn't have any special affection for the Yin family, he still wanted to take a look.

Before Mo Xi was here, he probably came to worship the ancestors of the Yin family.

It's just that there are many people missing in this ancestral hall, and many people don't even know their names.

Yin Jiujian was standing outside the wooden house, and Xuanqing could feel his breath from a long distance away.

At this time, Lan Ling also looked quite normal. Although he was still adjusting his breath, his complexion and state were already very good.

Also, Yin Jiujian discovered that her cultivation base had risen to a higher level.

He really is a genius in this generation.

Yin Jiujian praised Lan Ling for the first time.

"That's right, you're indeed a genius of the Beast Sect."

Lan Ling ignored him, and kept his nose and face upright, just like Zhengdao was used to.

Xuan Qing has never been very angry with him, wishing that he would disappear from the realm of comprehension immediately.

"What are you doing."

Yin Jiujian just smiled and said nothing, he seemed a little lonely.

He took out a tablet from the storage bag, and walked into the wooden house silently to remove the blindfold in the house.

A huge altar appeared out of thin air at the place facing the door of the wooden house. The wall behind the altar was full of grids woven with red threads, and on it hung the tablets of the ancestors of the Yin family.

This method of enshrining is very strange, and Xuan Qing was surprised to see it.

After staying here for so many days, he didn't even notice the trick here.

Yin Jiujian chose a suitable place for the tablet in his hand and put it on it.

There was a name written on the tablet.

—— Yin Qing

He has been dead for a long time, but unfortunately not many people are willing to believe it.