The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Long Lin outside the city, on the eve of dawn.

The purple-white thunderbolts continued to descend from the clouds, illuminating the dark night sky brightly. The color was thick and heavy, and the shape was like a talisman connecting the sky and the earth.

The loud rumbling sound seemed to hit his forehead in the next moment, and countless people on the official road outside the city were crying loudly, while not forgetting that you were pushing each other to squeeze into the city.

A dozen or so monks stood in two rows without any rules, yelling desperately at the top of their voices.

"Changlin City has a protective circle, everyone, don't panic!"

"Don't squeeze! Everyone can go in!"

The youngest junior had never seen this battle before, and asked anxiously to his side: "Elder brother, each of the evil spirits has a hundred years of cultivation, can Immortal Qingji do it by himself?"

Senior brother was bleeding from his shoulder, and his face was also dark. Hearing the words, he didn't care about his injuries, and hurriedly glanced behind him, and said to him in a low voice: "What nonsense! Qingji Xianjun is in the late stage of his body, half a step away Distraction, how could it not work!"

The little junior brother was startled by his slip of the tongue, and followed the senior brother's gaze to look back.

A monk with an unremarkable appearance and a kind expression stood there without any panic or embarrassment. From time to time, he helped to lift up a few fallen civilians.

This is the confidant of the leader of the Immortal Alliance, Qu Yin is in charge.

Seeing that Qu Yin was smiling and not angry, he just breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought, such a high-ranking manager was specially sent to help Xianjun Qingji. Ji Xianjun's relationship is unclear, so it can be seen that it is not groundless.

Sensing the gaze, Qu Yin's natural smiling eyes bent again, and gave them a reassurance: "Don't worry, it's almost over."

The little junior brother was overjoyed, and he opened his voice even harder to help guide the people into the city.

But before he could shout a few words, a plainly dressed woman forced her way out against the flow of people and was pushed onto him.

He quickly supported the woman, and asked anxiously and doubtfully, "What are you doing?!"

The woman was more anxious than him: "My son! My son has not escaped yet! Immortal, please save my son! He is five years old this year, and he is wearing brown coarse clothes!"

The little junior brother has just embarked on the journey of immortality, and he hasn't experienced any life or death, especially without tears, and he is about to rush into the thunder pile immediately.

The elder brother quickly grabbed his hand, and angrily said: "You have a big cultivation base, are you going to die!"

"But child...?!"

"Okay, leave me alone!"

"Brother, if you are injured, I will go!"

During the dispute between the two sides, the thunder slowly stopped.

The little junior looked up blankly, and a standing figure appeared on the official road at some point.

The man was wearing an aqua-blue robe with silver thread rolled all over his body, not even a single wrinkle was left in the whistling wind.

The face is very well-born, plump and handsome, especially the pair of eyes are black and bright, like the sky with stars hanging over the wilderness, making people feel peaceful when they see them.

Qingji Xianjun, He Zhouyue.

The junior brother was stuck in the sky for a moment, until the senior brother punched him, he realized after a while, and saluted in a proper manner.

"Immortal Lord Qingji."

He Zhouyue handed the child she was holding to the woman, and in the face of the tears of gratitude, she just nodded her head inconspicuously, as a response.

Qu Yin stepped forward: "Xianjun, how are you doing?"

He Zhouyue: "Solved."

The voice was like pearls and jade covered with a thin layer of frost on the top of a snow mountain, cold and noble, quite in line with He Zhouyue.

Hearing his answer, everyone cheered.

The elder brother was even more excited, his darkened face was flushed again, and he didn't care whether he was intimidating when he laughed or not, he went straight to He Zhouyue and boasted: "Xianjun Qingji really deserves his reputation! Thanks to Xianjun, our long Only Lincheng can keep it!"

He Zhouyue said indifferently: "Praise."

Eldest brother: "Xianjun, come and sit in the city! Just get rid of so many evil spirits, at least go to the city and have a drink of tea!"

"Fellow Daoist has a heart." He Zhouyue nodded politely and distantly, "It's just that I'm going to return to the lord, so it's inconvenient to stay for a long time."

Seeing He Zhouyue's expression, the senior elder brother swallowed his stomach full of flattery wisely, and respectfully put He Zhouyue and Qu Yin, the two great Buddhas, on Feijian.

He stood there looking at the clouds, pondering for himself.

It is said that Xianjun Qingji is aloof and arrogant, steady and self-restraining, why does he feel a little hasty?

He Zhouyue was indeed in a hurry to return to Xianmeng.

Today is the 50th anniversary of myself and Fang Yan being together.

Although Fang Yan is the leader of the Immortal League and has a lot of miscellaneous things, every time the number of years is five and ten, he will set aside a day to take a vacation to spend time with him.

It's just that this year was really unlucky, there was some trouble in Nanming, and Fang Yan needed to go and see for himself, and there were also many evil spirits in Changlin City, so the two had to put their love aside and rush about for business.

Although the evil spirits in Changlin City have only been cultivated for more than a hundred years, there are too many of them, so it took him a lot of effort.

Now Mao Shi has just passed, and Changlin City is a little far away from the Immortal League, but with his speed, it is still in time.

It just hurt Qu Yin.

He tilted his head and said, "Sorry, I didn't let you rest."

"What is Xianjun talking about?" Qu Yin smiled, "The lord sent his subordinates to assist Xianjun, but the subordinates did not help at all. The subordinates should say sorry. But..."

Hearing Qu Yin's hesitation, He Zhouyue looked again.

Qu Yin: "The situation in Nanming is complicated, and the leader may not be able to return in time during this trip."

"It doesn't matter." He Zhouyue's eyes moved almost imperceptibly, the rising sun cast a small gentle shadow under his eyelashes, and the indifference like an enchantment that kept people thousands of miles away briefly cracked open. , "It's nothing more than waiting a little longer. It's better to be in the league than outside."

Qu Yin cupped his hands and praised: "The Immortal Monarch and the Alliance Leader are truly husband and wife."

After He Zhouyue turned her head, Qu Yin's face that had been smiling all the way finally collapsed as if unable to support it.

Immortal Lord Qingji was obviously rushing back to commemorate the 50th anniversary with the leader, but in the past [-] years, how many times had he not been a subordinate who secretly reminded the leader.

Now the lord sent him to Xianjun to deal with the evil spirits in Changlin City, the lord himself... can you remember?

He Zhouyue didn't know the worries in Qu Yin's heart, so he just concentrated on his journey, and finally returned to Xianmeng when it was getting dark.

The arc light of the flying sword dissipated in the air like a firefly, and He Zhouyue landed steadily, walked past the respectful "Qingji Immortal Lord", and went straight into his bedroom.

Walking through the pile of thunder and beheading more than a dozen hundred-year-old evil spirits, and rushing for a day, he inevitably got some strange things on his body.

The servant who waited on him cleverly followed up, smiling like a peony in full bloom, catching He Zhouyue's outer robe with his left hand, and handing over a cup of herbal tea with his right hand: "It's getting dark, how can the fairy choose this time?" return?"

He Zhouyue: "I'll be back when I'm done."

Servant: "I heard that there are dozens of evil spirits in Changlin City, all of which have hundreds of years of cultivation. The local monks have been helpless for a long time, and the fairy can solve it in just a few days. You are really a god!"

He Zhouyue didn't respond to such flattery, so he cast a cleansing spell on himself, stood behind the screen depicting landscapes and painted water, changed his clothes, made sure that he didn't smell bad, and went out after everything was in order.

He asked: "Has the lord returned to the Immortal League?"

These ordinary words were like frost and scorching heat, the peonies on the boy's face suddenly wilted and withered, and his eyes dodged in all directions.

He Zhouyue: "Still in Nanming?"

"No, the leader will be back at noon." The boy stammered, "Just... just... just..."

He Zhouyue: "What is it?"

Little servant: "Mr. He has also returned, and now the leader is welcoming Mr. He in the Xingding Palace."

He Zhouyue frowned inexplicably.

Xianmeng is his family's He family. In today's world of comprehension, only Yuanying and above are honored. His half-brother He Xiting is not yet a golden elixir, and he behaves like a gentleman, so he is called Mr. He.

50 years ago, He Xiting traveled around to improve his cultivation. Is this the end?

The servant seemed to be afraid that he would be unhappy, so he quickly persuaded, "The He family is the right arm of the Xianmeng, and Mr. He is your younger brother. After so many years of going out, he finally came back. The leader will definitely take care of him."

He Zhouyue was a little funny.

Fang Yan was only with him, as if he wanted to compete with He Xiting for favor.

He raised his hand and stopped the boy's next relief: "No problem."

The servant said cautiously: "Then...are you going to the banquet?"

He Zhouyue pondered for a moment.

It would have been fine if he wasn't in Xianmeng. Now people not only rushed back, but also knew why Fang Yan was in Xiting.

That's it.

Let's go and have a look, after the banquet is over, we can still have an anniversary with Fang Yan.

He said calmly: "Go."