The ally leader's stand-in is gone

The bronze censer in the service hall was still burning, Fang Yan sat alone behind the clouds, resting his chest on one hand, his eyes closed, only the eyebrows refused to open.

He just came back from He Xiting's side.

He Xiting woke up for a short while, and the doctor took the opportunity to diagnose the cause of his alchemy failure.

demon blood.

The demon clan has always guarded the demon world, and He Xiting couldn't explain how he was infected with demon blood.

But now the focus is not on the Yaozu, but on how to treat He Xiting's illness.

He Si proposed to use He Zhouyue's blood to clean He Xiting.

He didn't agree.

The method of exchanging blood is too harsh, and it will cost He Zhouyue half his life.

The tea on the table has cooled down, and even the taste is much weaker.

In this faint and bitter fragrance, Fang Yan's mind flashed the lonely appearance of He Zhouyue in Chongluan Palace.

He Zhouyue wants to be strong, she always loves to hold on to any injury, but she was trembling slightly that day, presumably the injury was too serious.

How long has it been since then, how did you fall to Nascent Soul?

I don't know what I met, and I didn't say anything when I asked, and I was so stubborn.

It was also because he was in a hurry and misunderstood He Zhouyue, so he just called someone to release He Zhouyue.

Have to find a chance to coax.

Let's help He Zhouyue solve the murderer who caused his cultivation base to plummet.

After all, He Zhouyue was his man, if he dared to touch He Zhouyue, he would break ground on Tai Sui's head.

Fang Yan just sorted out a regulation to let He Zhouyue out of the Chongluan Palace, and the disciples have come back to order.

Fang Yan raised his eyes and said, "How is Immortal Qingji?"

Disciple: "Back to the leader, it looks better, it's just..."

Fang Yan: "What?"

Disciple: "On the way down, I met the Patriarch of the He family, and he also went with my subordinates. Also, when my subordinates arrived, the eldest son of the Wen family was also in the Chongluan Hall."

Fang Yan said "hmm", he could sense that Wen Shiqi had removed his barrier, but he didn't take it to heart, Wen Shiqi was reckless, so it's not surprising that he did anything.

He flipped a page of the document: "Where is Xianjun Qingji now?"

Student: "It seems to have gone to Phoenix Forest."

The flipping motion stopped suddenly.

Oops.

He Zhouyue walked among the scorched earth expressionlessly.

Fang Yan has always been generous. When he planted the Phoenix Forest for him, he directly planted the entire mountain.

Before leaving, the two lay intimately in this phoenix forest. Fang Yan also said that they would consider getting married after this busy period.

But now the sycamore trees all over the mountains and plains have turned into scorched dead branches, scattered like ghosts, and the smell of Dao fire belonging to Fang Yan still lingers in the air, choking him almost to tears.

He Zhouyue thought desperately.

It was originally a forest planted by Fang Yan, and he could burn it if he wanted to.

It's a pity that he buried those jars of wine under the tree.

He didn't pay attention to his feet, and accidentally stepped on a large dead branch. He staggered suddenly, and was supported by Wen Shiqi who was closely following him.

Wen Shiqi worried: "Day Moon..."

He Zhouyue stood up straight and signaled that she was fine: "Let's go."

"How about we go around the world." Wen Shiqi cheered up and gave him an idea, "Are you going to the auction? A martial arts competition to recruit relatives? I also know a place where the roast duck is very delicious."

He Zhouyue didn't know what he had said, and left Xianmeng along with Wen Shiqi numbly.

During the 100 years he went down the mountain, he stayed in the He family for 50 years, and in Xianmeng for another 50 years, but in the end it was all a joke.

For the He family, he is a thug who has to be recognized and can be used.

Fang Yan said...he was just a plaything that was taken into the Immortal League on a whim and had nothing to do with it. If something happened to him now, he would be abandoned without hesitation.

Close relatives, beloved, all partial to others.

It was Wen Shiqi who was still by his side, which made him feel that he was not such a failure.

When He Zhouyue entered the city, he didn't pay attention to the name written on the city gate. After he lowered his sword, he saw a misty navy blue in front of his eyes.

Wen Shishi did as the Romans did, took out two gold-plated and silver-coated paper umbrellas from his storage bag, and dragged him into the rain.

He Zhouyue walked across the stone bridge, the candles in the lanterns on both sides of the street had been lit, and the wind and rain blurred into blurred ink paintings on the water.

It should be the border of the south of the Yangtze River, full of literati elegance everywhere, and the soft and waxy Wu Yinnong language makes people's hearts melt in it.

He Zhouyue inevitably had a new understanding of her good friend.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a while, he also learned to be arty.

Immediately afterwards, he was pulled into a brothel.

He Zhouyue: "?"

"Come and listen to a song, relax and feel the happiness of the world." Wen Shiqi dragged him inside, not forgetting to say hello to the bustard at the door, "The box on the second floor, the old location."

Still an acquaintance!

He Zhouyue tried to struggle: "Wait, aren't you afraid that your sister will break your leg?"

Wen Shiqi: "The sky is high and the emperor is far away. My sister is so busy that she won't find out."

He Zhouyue was speechless.

I don't know if Wen Shiqi gave some hints, or if he had such a hobby in the first place, just as He Zhouyue sat firmly in the box on the second floor, several charming men and women followed in one by one.

Wen Shiqi commanded proficiently: "Serve this young master well, I will reward you a lot!"

It was heard that Shi Qi gave an order, and those people surrounded He Zhouyue.

"Young master, do you want to drink?"

"Young master, you are so handsome."

"My lord, what song do you want to hear?"

He Zhouyue only felt that the old injury had recurred, and wished he could beat Wen Shiqi's head into his stomach on the spot.

He has been taught by his master for many years, self-denial and etiquette. He has never seen such a scene, and he will not lose his temper with ordinary people. He just refused embarrassingly: "No need."

However, those people did not let him go, and squeezed against him.

"Young master is still shy."

"Is this your first time, son? It's okay. You'll get used to it after a few more visits. How about having a drink or two with you?"

He Zhouyue came out of her body at the peak, and now she is still Yuanying Xianjun, surrounded by several mortals, but she doesn't know where to hide with her hands, and only casts her eyes on Wen Shiqi for help from the white gap.

Wen □□ burst out laughing: "Look at our young master's embarrassment! It's okay, I won't tease you, this store is opened by my friend, and he is a serious business, and he does not sell himself."

After Wen Shiqi finished speaking, those men and women also dispersed, greeted each other, found a place to sit down, and kept making jokes about He Zhouyue.

On the contrary, He Zhouyue breathed a sigh of relief, and decided not to take Wen Shiqi's head for the time being.

This store is indeed a serious business as Wen Shiqi said, the environment is not noisy, and the orchestral music in the lobby is not melodious, but melodious and distant, making people want to see the sky and the sea.

It's the decoration of the box they are in... It's bright red and purple, and bright pink and bright yellow are mixed in at the corners, as if someone's oil paint has been knocked over.

Mostly it was reserved for Wen Shiqi by the shop owner.

A good high-level monk in the out-of-body period, without aesthetics.

A high-ranking monk without aesthetics held a mountain-water folding fan that he didn't know who washed it from. He leaned on the bench and fell into a gentle place: "The people here are really talented and beautiful, singing operas, singing songs, and commenting on books. Everyone will say, what do you want to hear? I'm not very good at comforting people, but these brothers and sisters are all Xie Yuhua, why don't you let them enlighten you?"

He Zhouyue was not interested: "I have something to ask you."

Wen Shishi understood, waved his hand, and soon the two of them were left in the box.

He Zhouyue grabbed the pink veil that was almost blown to her face by the wind, and chose the latter between strangling Wen Shiqi and nailing it to the wall, making sure there would be no more surprises After finding something strange, he said seriously: "Do you know why Fang Yan values ​​the He family so much?"

Not to mention that he has been in the He family for so many years, even outsiders with eyes can see that none of the two generations of the He family has stood out, and it is only with Fang Yan's help that they can gain a firm foothold in the cultivation world.

Then why did Fang Yan help a He family who was neither relative nor old?

Wen Shiqi curled his lips, obviously not very clear: "You don't know your surname He, and I don't even know. But Fang Yan is very mysterious, like someone who jumped out of a crack in a rock, and there is internal strife in the cultivation world. When Shi Hengkong was born, his cultivation base is unfathomable, and before everyone can react, the world was unified by him."

He Zhouyue stared at the tea leaves standing in the cup.

When Fang Yanping was in the realm of self-cultivation, he was still practicing in Yuanzhuo, and he didn't hear anything from outside the mountain.

He responded, "Is it a convincing one?"

Wen Shiqi said again: "Yes, I am convincing. Originally, in the cultivation world, the strong are respected, not to mention that Fang Yan also took out the ladder to ascend to heaven. After the generation of Tianchou, although it has not been confirmed, but it can be felt after a certain level of cultivation. The door to Feisheng is actually closed, and the comprehension world is willing to surrender, partly because of climbing the ladder."

He Zhouyue: "Is climbing the ladder really useful?"

Wen Shiqi smiled meaningfully: "Then who knows, I haven't seen it anyway. But at least it's just a thought, hope is better than despair, right? You have been with Fang Yan for 50 years, have you ever seen climbing the ladder? "

He Zhouyue shook his head: "He didn't mention anything about the past to me. I only thought that everyone had a secret that should be respected, so I didn't ask any more."

"You just don't have a heart." Wen Shiqi said a lot, and then changed the subject, "I remember there are rumors that Fang Yan values ​​the He family so much because of your cheap brother."

It was He Xiting again.

He Zhouyue's fingers holding the jade cup tightened slightly, and she looked sideways out of the window. The rain had not stopped, but there was still a hazy navy blue mist.

There was a bit of bewilderment in his eyes.

The seniors of Shimen clearly said that he and Fang Yan have a destined marriage and a destined bond, why suddenly...

In the seemingly affectionate 50 years, Fang Yan's countless love words, who exactly did he want to say to?

Seeing that he was in a mood again, Wen Shiqi quickly brought up a new topic: "It's good that you broke up with Fang Yan, I heard that the matter of Dashenmen has some clues."

Wen Shiqi closed the folding fan and knocked on the table twice, hinting: "The person behind it is quite big, and what kind of demon blood appeared on He Xiting's body, Lin Shen is the last symbol of the war between immortals and demons, as soon as he ascends, This cultivation world is afraid to enter a new chaotic world."

He Zhouyue pulled away from his emotions, and asked along the way: "The background is quite big? Who is it?"

Before Wen Shiqi could answer, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Wen Shiqi: "Who is it?"

"My lord."

Calm and peaceful, but revealing that there is no room for rejection.

He Zhouyue's heart skipped a beat.

It's Fang Yan.