The ally leader's stand-in is gone

On the desk was a pen stand covered with long hairs, long and short covering half of the painting, He Zhouyue could only vaguely see the figure in the painting wearing a water-blue robe, holding a long sword, standing against the wind on the edge of a cliff.

It seemed to be the scene when he and Fang Yan first met.

He went out to kill the evil spirit, but he insisted on chasing Fang Yan, who had disguised himself because he wanted to catch the evil spirit, from the city to the top of the cliff, but Fang Yan really didn't retaliate.

It can be said to be the most embarrassing failure on his way of cultivation.

But fortunately, that oolong made him and Fang Yan acquainted.

"Day Moon? Why are you here? How is your body?"

Fang Yan put the scroll on the table, and when he raised his hand, he folded it casually, leaving only the delicate tip of his chin in the portrait.

He Zhouyue came back to his senses: "He Xiting has developed an illness and needs you to suppress it."

Fang Yan's face darkened: "I see."

When they arrived, Runyuan was channeling spiritual energy for He Xiting. Although he didn't breathe in much, he managed to save his life.

"The ally is here!"

"Quick, quick, make way!"

"Don't make trouble, let's go out!"

Everyone was in a panic, and all the servants who had the closest relationship with He Xiting were taken out. For a while, only he, Fang Yan, Runyuan, and the unconscious He Xiting were left in the room, and no one was left behind. Down.

Fang Yan cast a spell on He Xiting before the collapse, and the temperature in the air rose instantly, with red waves tumbling.

As a doctor, Run Yuan obediently stood by and stood by, secretly curling his lips at He Zhouyue.

That means, the situation is not good.

He Zhouyue's heart skipped a beat.

He Xiting's original cultivation was in jeopardy due to the demon blood's failure to form the alchemy, and now his life is in danger at every turn, which is really embarrassing.

He Xiting said that he doesn't understand anything, which is not wrong. He has never had a real closeness with his half-brother, let alone his heart.

He has a mutated Thunder Spirit Root in his body, with outstanding talent, he has practiced rapidly, and he can be called a name in Yuanyi and in the cultivation world. He has stayed in the cloud for too long, and he really doesn't understand all living beings.

After about half a stick of incense, Fang Yan withdrew his spiritual power, turned sideways to Runyuan, the invited genius doctor, and made a gesture.

Runyuan took advantage of the opportunity to investigate He Xiting's situation.

"League leader, Qingji Xianjun, the demon blood in Mr. He's body has calmed down, as long as he can survive tonight, but in the future, we must pay attention to Wanmo's stimulation."

Fang Yan: "What Doctor Run means is that He Xiting fell ill today because he was stimulated."

Runyuan: "Yes."

Even if Fang Yandang wanted to ask someone to ask, He Zhouyue took the initiative to stand up: "He Xiting wanted me to change his blood in the evening, but I refused. When I left, his mood was really not right."

Both Fang Yan and Runyuan were taken aback.

"Mr. He's illness can't be attributed to Qingji Xianjun." Runyuan quickly explained, "Although Mr. He is also a Leiling root, he is congenitally deficient and too slender. If he succeeds in forming the alchemy this time, he can accumulate it, but it can be formed because of the demon blood. The pill failed, and the spiritual root became more and more fragile, and Immortal Qingji didn't know about it..."

He Zhouyue understood.

He originally thought that He Xiting's success today was mostly due to Fang Yan and Xianmeng, so why did he even make a poisonous oath to never see him again in this life in order to form an alchemy.

However, He Xiting is already at this age, even if he cultivates his spiritual roots, he may not be able to cultivate them very well.

Fang Yan glanced at Runyuan lightly, and then said to He Zhouyue: "I know you didn't mean it."

The trust from his lover benefited He Zhouyue very much, but before he had time to rejoice, he heard Fang Yan say: "You are not feeling well recently, go back and rest first."

He Zhouyue frowned, and said to Runyuan first, "Please trouble the genius doctor to prescribe two doses of medicine."

It was really perfunctory to drive people away. Since Fang Yan was here, Runyuan resisted not to roll his eyes at his senior brother, and walked out after saluting.

The heat caused by He Xiting's treatment just now has not yet dissipated, and the luster of the several pots of Clivia leaves in the room has been exhausted, with his head hanging there, swayed by the breeze brought by Runyuan's closing door , and turned back to half-dead in a blink of an eye.

He Zhouyue: "The demon's blood has been leveled, you want to stay here all night?"

Fang Yan: "The genius doctor Run said that He Xiting has to make it through tonight."

The tone is taken for granted, as if it is a very normal thing.

He Zhouyue looked up at Fang Yan, puzzled.

Even if you want to repay the friendship of Ascending Heaven Valley, why do you have to do this?

Perhaps it was because of He Xiting's illness again. Fang Yan was already in a bad mood, or the environment was too dry and hot to make people irritable. Facing his questioning eyes, he became obviously unhappy: "Day and moon, you have to be jealous too. Time share."

He Zhouyue seemed to have heard some joke: "Jealous?"

"Fang Yan, you..."

"Report to the lord! The demon king has arrived!"

Qu Yin's report interrupted a quarrel that almost broke out, allowing both of them to calm down.

He Zhouyue knew that he had lost his composure, and took the lead to take half a step back. Fang Yan didn't care about it at this time, and raised his hand to open the door.

Today is windy, and the cool air rushes into the house, diluting nearly half of the dry heat in the room.

Fang Yan said in a deep voice: "Let's say Mr. He is ill, first invite the demon king to Qingluan Hall."

He Zhouyue put away all the thoughts of love and love.

The most important thing right now is to find out why the demon king entered the world, and whether his uncle was labeled as the head of the Dashenmen has anything to do with the demon king.

He didn't have to wait long before the Demon King stepped onto Qingluan Mountain surrounded by a crowd. Fang Yan made a full gesture and went to Qingluan Hall to greet him.

Since the demon king entered the world, there are traces to follow.

Fang Yan once investigated the Yaozu.

He Zhouyue remembered that the name of the demon king was Feng Zui, and his body was an ice bear.

Feng Zui walked at the head of the crowd, dressed in a luxurious white silk dress, and his hair was also white, loosely tied in the middle with a black ribbon, and then hung down to the knees softly, swaying slowly with his steps.

He Zhouyue has a strong body and a handsome face, but because of doubts in his heart, He Zhouyue always feels that Feng Zui's orange-red eyes seem to be quenched with a cold light.

Getting closer, Feng Zui smiled and said, "I've heard about Su Wei's suzerain's reputation for a long time, but seeing him today, I really live up to Feng's expectations."

He Zhouyue secretly looked at Feng Zui.

Su Wei is Fang Yan's Taoist name, and suzerain is an honorary title. Before Fang Yan ruled the Immortal Alliance, Fang Yan was called Su Wei suzerain in the comprehension world.

Feng Zui also called himself "Feng Mou" instead of "this king", because he wanted to regard this meeting as a private meeting, not a communication between the two worlds.

Fang Yan and Feng Zui's plans coincided with each other, and his smile was decent: "It's Fang's luck that the demon king is willing to travel thousands of miles to come to the Immortal League to help."

The two exchanged a few polite words, and Feng Zui turned to He Zhouyue: "This is the Qingji Immortal Lord, it really is as clear as Liuhua, and the scenery is as bright as the moon."

He Zhouyue was not used to this kind of occasion, so he just nodded slightly, as a response.

After a rough greeting, everyone present did not forget that Feng Zui went up the mountain in the middle of the night to treat He Xiting who was ill, so they entered the hall together.

The monster race has not shown up in the human world for thousands of years, and there is very little information. Rao Runyuan's medical skills are excellent, and he is better at sealing crimes in the face of monster blood.

Feng Zui stood by the couch, and pure white monster power was injected into He Xiting's body, causing He Xiting to groan in a coma, with a few traces of blood visible to the naked eye.

He Zhouyue glanced sideways at Fang Yan.

Obviously just now because he was worried that He Xiting and him would almost have an unpleasant fight, now he is calm and unwilling to show his emotions in front of outsiders.

After a while, Feng Zui stretched his palms together.

"The demon blood has been removed, but Mr. He has been eroded by the demon blood for a long time, and I am afraid that the root cause of the disease will fall."

As the leader of the Immortal League, if Fang Yan seemed to care too much about He Xiting in front of Feng Zui, there was no guarantee that he would not be used as a threat in the future.

Even though he was unwilling, He Zhouyue still asked for Fang Yan: "Maybe it can be removed?"

Sealed sin: "It takes a lot of time and effort, plus precious spiritual materials for recuperation."

"Thank you, Demon King." Fang Yan then said, "The He family is the leader of the Immortal Alliance, and He Xiting is the younger brother of Zhouyue. Feel free to ask the Demon King if you need any spiritual materials."

Feng Zui smiled: "The suzerain really loves his subordinates, and the relationship with Qingji Xianjun is really enviable to Feng."

Feng Zui looked at He Xiting as he spoke, and then at He Zhouyue: "Speaking of which, Feng heard that Qingji Xianjun and He Gongzi have the same father and half mother, but he didn't want to look so similar."

The speaker seems to have no intention, but the listener has the heart.

Fortunately, He Zhouyue was used to being indifferent, and only responded with an ordinary sigh: "After all, the same father."

Feng Zui put his hands behind his back and clicked his tongue: "Although Mr. He's body can be recuperated, it will take at least a hundred years to form the alchemy again. If Xianjun Qingji is willing to wash it with the blood of his relatives, Mr. He may have less suffering for a hundred years." suffering."

He Zhouyue raised his eyelids almost imperceptibly, and Fengzu seemed to be just a casual suggestion from the perspective of a healer, with an ordinary expression.

"Exchanging blood will also do great harm to my brother, so it's okay for Xiting to wait another half a year."

He Xiting woke up unknowingly when, leaning on the bed with his elbows, trying to sit up, his shoulders were still trembling, it wouldn't look good if someone else had a sick face, but there was something about He Xiting that I felt pity for.

Feng Zui was close, and graciously helped him to lean against the bed: "Young Master He is really sincere to your brother..."

"I just don't know if Xianjun Qingji is the same."

If He Zhouyue didn't understand the profound meaning of sealing the crime, he would live in vain for so many years. This was to burn him to the ground.

At this time, Fang Yan suddenly said: "Day Moon has not entered the roster of the Immortal Alliance, and only occasionally does something for me to stay in the Immortal Alliance. He Xiting is a member of my Immortal Alliance, and I should be in charge of my Immortal Alliance."

Sealing the crime is meaningful: "A hundred years is long enough, and something may happen during the period. Can the lord wait?"

Fang Yan's eyebrows were slightly pressed, forming a sharp shape. Under the brow bone, his eyes were deep and dark.

Fang Yan: "The demon king doesn't need to worry about that."

The root of He Xiting's illness has not yet been eradicated, and Feng Zui is the master of a realm, so he settled down in Xianmeng.

He Zhouyue really didn't have a good impression of this demon king who had only seen one side.

They investigated the Yaozu, and Feng Zui also investigated them. The words in Qingluan Palace were clearly intended to force him to replace He Xiting, but it was unknown whether Feng Zui had a bad personality or had other plans.

Runyuan was filled with righteous indignation when he heard about it, and he wished he could smash Feng Zui's head with his medicine box, cursing some insulting words.

Based on the brief meeting, He Zhouyue still can't figure out the true purpose of sealing the crime, but as long as there is a fox's tail, it will be revealed one day.

The same goes for Ice Bear.

On the second night, Fang Yan held a banquet to receive the felony, and He Zhouyue wanted to go, but he suffered from fever again, and Fang Yan put him in the palace as the first in health.

Fang Yan knew that he was concerned about the purpose of Feng Zui's trip, and assured him that he would tell him any news.

Considering that even his face was a little red, it would be too conspicuous to force him to go to the banquet, so he didn't insist.

After drinking the medicine that Runyuan boiled for him, He Zhouyue sat alone in the dimness of the hall.

The picture scroll before Fang Yan's case and the sentence "He Gongzi is so similar to Qingji Xianjun" came to mind, and the thoughts he had never let go burned up again with the heat in his body.

He is not afraid of death.

But you have to die to understand.