The ally leader's stand-in is gone

When He Zhouyue arrived, the door of the Xingding Hall was wide open, and the light leaked out of the hall through the glass window, and the laughter was louder than the light, every word and every word went straight into his mind.

Quarrel.

A little boredom arose in his heart, and when he thought of Fang Yan, he dissipated one by one.

As he stepped into the hall with his left foot, the noise stopped abruptly, and all eyes were on him.

He Zhouyue scanned the crowd expressionlessly.

I didn't see Fang Yan, the first seat was empty, there were some unused utensils and dishes on the table, and there were subordinates guarding it, it should be that Fang Yan hadn't arrived yet.

Today is He Xiting's welcome banquet, and the banquet is full of He Xiting's relatives and friends, as well as several forces that have a good relationship with the He family.

He heard that Fang Yan and He Xiting had known each other in the early years, but they came together so well, it seemed that they had a good friendship.

He Xiting was the first to break the silence, and got up from the table to greet him: "Brother, you are here too."

I haven't seen him for decades, and He Xiting doesn't seem to have changed much.

It was still the same blue-green gauze robe, like a gentle and beautiful new willow in spring, but the childishness on the side of the face was shaved off by the years, making it even more eye-catching.

He Zhouyue nodded indifferently, maintaining the superficial etiquette: "Don't come here without any problems."

He Xiting: "Everything is fine, where is brother?"

He Zhouyue: "Not bad."

Then there was nothing more to talk about.

He Zhouyue wanted to sit down and wait for Fang Yan, but suddenly found that the seat where He Xiting was sitting was his usual seat.

Ever since he got together with Fang Yan, no matter whether he was present or not, there would always be a table for him at all the banquets in Xianmeng. For 50 years, there was no exception.

And now, He Xiting is sitting in front of his desk.

"It's all here, what are you doing there?" Seeing that he didn't move, He Si was a little displeased, and casually pointed at the bottom row, "Come here, add an extra table."

The rest of the audience also broke out.

"Immortal Lord Qingji, why don't you sit by my side."

"Immortal Lord Qingji, the scenery here is beautiful."

When the excitement was over, He Xiting said to He Si helplessly, "Daddy, that's brother."

After finishing speaking, He Xiting blinked at He Zhouyue again: "The lord said that today is a private banquet, so it's fine to be casual. I haven't seen my brother for a long time. If my brother doesn't mind, why not sit with me, and we two brothers can chat a little more." .”

A bit of boredom arose in He Zhouyue's heart.

The boy said before that the He family was the right arm of the Immortal League. Although the words were a compliment mixed with water, Fang Yan did take care of the He family.

When he returned to the He family at the beginning of the year, he had made friends with He Xiting, but on the surface He Xiting had a deep affection for his brother, but in private he had stabbed countless times.

But Fang Yan took care of the He family, and the He family preferred He Xiting, so that most people in the cultivation world avoided him.

Later, his cultivation ability was gradually revealed, He Xiting traveled abroad, he met Fang Yan and got together again, and the reputation of treatment in the cultivation world gradually improved.

Now that He Xiting came back, he didn't expect these people to be so eager to show their loyalty.

It seems that they are enthusiastic about him, but they are actually ridiculed.

Dare to treat him like a monk in the out-of-body period, presumably because he trusts He Xiting very much and has nothing to fear.

Facing the whole audience's ridicule, He Zhouyue's eyes were still indifferent.

He moved his gaze to the bench in the center of the hall.

Zen Yuan wood as the base, the lacquer color of the phoenix bird's long feathers, and rows of divine beasts are carved smoothly from the back of the chair to the armrest, which is full of brilliance and majesty.

Just because he doesn't like or fight doesn't mean he wants to be bullied by others.

He Zhouyue raised his eyes and was about to speak when a calm and smiling male voice sounded behind him.

"There are private banquets on the left and right, just sit with me and the moon."

The vaguely aroused emotion was completely brought to the fore, and he turned around to look.

Fang Yan didn't wear that layered costume today, but simply wore a white dress embroidered with dark patterns, which swayed like clouds, elegant and elegant.

The leader of the Immortal League, who has made the entire cultivation world bow down, has a noble temperament, and his facial features are also clean and neat. Because the tail of his lips is slightly upturned, there is always a smile that seems to be there, but it is hindered by his unparalleled cultivation. In terms of status and status, no matter how you look at it, there is only gentleness at best, and it is not even close to kindness.

At this time, the sound was suppressed, it was obviously not mixed with spiritual power, and people dared not lift their heads for no reason.

When it was said that it was a private banquet, no one dared to treat it as a private banquet when Fang Yan knew why Zhouyue was talking.

The hustle and bustle in the hall stopped instantly, and the atmosphere suddenly became more serious. Everyone stood up and bowed their heads to salute each other.

"I have seen the ally."

Fang Yan gave a "huh" lightly, and He Zhouyue and He Zhouyue were going to sit on the first place together.

As He Zhouyue's father, He Si was born with a sense of superiority. He could secretly stare angrily in the panic of the crowd, as if his unfilial son had become a demon concubine who harmed the country and the people. Immediately, he will be ashamed in public, annoyed and angry.

And He Zhouyue calmly walked in front of He Si, pretending not to see Henhen's silent warning.

Although he also intends to sit directly in Fang Yan's seat, but letting him sit, and Fang Yan's initiative, the feeling is different after all.

Who doesn't like to be eccentric by the lover.

After sitting firmly, He Zhouyue poured Fang Yan a glass of wine in a good mood: "Is the trip to Nanming going well?"

"Successful, tomorrow the landowners of the Thirteen Continents of the Southern Sea will come to meet." Fang Yan picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, "Where is Changlin City?"

He Zhouyue: "Successful."

Fang Yan: "I've always been at ease when you handle things."

After finishing speaking, she leaned closer to his ear: "That's why I left for such a short time, and when I come back, I will see you being bullied."

He Zhouyue glanced helplessly, all the indifference towards others faded away, and there was a rare freshness in the corners of his brows and eyes.

He said disrespectfully: "It's not that you have no way to control your subordinates."

Fang Yan didn't care about his offense at all, waved his long sleeves, and laughed twice: "Blame me."

You and I are on the side of the two, but the people below have different thoughts.

It is well known that the He family favors He Xiting, and that He Zhouyue is just a display, so what if his cultivation is out of his body?As long as the leader is willing, can't he be crushed to death with a finger?

He Xiting has a very good personal relationship with the leader, now that he is back from traveling, how can he be inferior to a gadget raised by the leader?

They taunted He Zhouyue according to He Si and He Xiting's wishes, but it can be seen from the leader's attitude... Could it be that the newcomers laugh and the old ones cry?

Noticing the gazes from all parties, He Xiting's complexion did not change, he was still enthusiastic about long-sleeved dancing, and raised his glass to Fang Yan: "I heard that the leader and brother are united, but I didn't expect such deep feelings."

Fang Yan looked at He Xiting and smiled lightly: "50 years is enough for many things to happen."

He Xiting looked at Fang Yan deeply for a long while, not knowing what he could taste from this short sentence, and finally drank the wine silently.

The reception banquet seems to be a formality to give the He family a face, and to take into account the friendship.

For the rest of the time, Fang Yan didn't get involved in the conversations of the people below, and only chatted with He Zhouyue casually.

When the time comes, the banquet is finally over.

Fang Yan stood up first, and when he led He Zhouyue out of the Xingding Palace, the rest of the people dared to leave their seats.

He Zhouyue could guess what the scene in the palace would be like without looking back, but it had nothing to do with him.

He has more people and things he cares about.

Fang Yangui is the leader of the Immortal League, standing at the pinnacle of power in the cultivation world, there is nothing in this world that cannot be Fang Yan.

Even so, he still wants to express his feelings on this special day.

He Zhouyue handed over the gift box that had been prepared a long time ago: "For you."

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

He Zhouyue: "A gift."

He Zhouyue watched Fang Yan take the gift box, and doubts arose in his heart.

Why did he seem to see an accident in Fang Yan's expression.

Accident?

Why was Fang Yan surprised?

Didn't the two send gifts to each other on previous anniversaries?

Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard someone calling him.

Qu Yin led a low-browed and pleasing monk, looking very embarrassed: "I have seen the leader, Qingji Xianjun..."

Fang Yan: "What's wrong?"

Qu Yin: "The matter of Changlin City should be recorded as soon as possible, but when Immortal Qingji killed Xie Chong, he was alone..."

Fang Yan patted He Zhouyue's shoulder weakly: "Go."

He Zhouyue responded and went to the monk to answer the question.

When he came back, Fang Yan had already opened the gift box and looked at the contents carefully.

That was the scabbard he made himself.

Although the Long Tribulation Sword is a first-class magical weapon in the world, its hostility is too heavy. He has traveled to many places and ventured to find various spiritual materials. Less benefits.

Fang Yan summoned Chang Jie in front of him, took off the original scabbard and handed it to Qu Yin, replaced it with the one he just gave, and said softly: "I like it very much."

He Zhouyue rolled his eyes: "Just like it."

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yan also took out a jade pendant from his storage bag, leaned slightly and tied it around his waist personally: "Nanming Zhuyu is good for your soul."

He Zhouyue reached out and touched it, it was warm.

The doubts in my heart disappeared in an instant.

Fang Yan remembered.

Because of the relationship between Yupei, the two are very close at the moment.

The air at the end of spring was already somewhat dry and hot. The monk had sharp eyes and ears, and could really hear every heartbeat and every breath. The night wind inadvertently slipped through the palm-sized gap, stirring people's minds.

He Zhouyue raised his face, and the warm light of the high-hanging lights on both sides of the long street shone through the scattered forest leaves in his eyes, like stars falling into the sea, shining brightly: "I like it too."

Even if Fang Yan and He Zhouyue have been facing each other day and night for 50 years, it is inevitable that they will lose their minds for a moment.

The little lover he raised has a good cultivation, is quiet and has few things. He seems to abide by etiquette in dealing with people, but in fact, word by word makes the relationship clear.

Even though he has lived in the world for a hundred years, He Zhouyue is still like the moon floating outside the world, hanging high in the sky, cold and lonely, only the light is held in his hands.

No wonder after 50 years, he still hasn't gotten tired of it.

If it was the past, he might have stayed with He Zhouyue for a while longer, but unfortunately today...

Fang Yan glanced in the direction of the Xingding Hall inadvertently, and stretched out his hand to pinch the back of He Zhouyue's neck: "After running around for so many days, let's take a good rest tonight."

He Zhouyue's hand by his side moved very slightly, no doubt about him: "Tomorrow people from Nanming will come, so you should also rest earlier."

As He Zhouyue's figure disappeared at the end of the long street, the ambiguity in the air gradually dissipated.

Qu Yin stepped forward at the right time and said: "Leader, Mr. He is waiting for you."

Fang Yan played with the long robbery sword that had been replaced with a new scabbard, and his spiritual power suddenly loosened, and the long robbery sword disappeared out of thin air.

His eyes were clear, and his voice was as cool as water: "Let's go."