The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

These two black and two white skin tones match each other perfectly.

The four of them just sat around and soaked in a pool. The pool wasn't too big, but it was still somewhat crowded for four big men.

"Brother Li Yan didn't see it. This face looks like a flower, but this man is not good for his appearance. No wonder." Xi Feng couldn't help but look down at Zhu Zhaoyan's stomach, and couldn't help but praise him. Voice.

He didn't know Zhu Zhaoyan's real identity. Since his name was Li Si, and Wang Zheng called him Ayan, he simply called him Li Yan.

"Another day, we can have a contest between men in the hut!"

"I'm an eunuch." Wang Wanyi lowered her eyes, and finally turned her head to Zhu Zhaoyan and said with a smile. "Wan Yi used to compete with her playmates in the game of waterlogging when she was young, Ah Yan, don't lose then."

"Childish." Zhu Zhaoyan wanted to comfort him, but when he heard Wang Wanyi's words, he blushed and turned his face away.

Sure enough, worrying that Xi Feng's words would make Wang Wanyi sad, he was unnecessary.

"Big ice cube, do me a favor, come and wipe my back!"

Xi Feng also felt that he had said something wrong, he stretched his arms out on the shore, raised his foot and kicked Wei Ying, not because he had to look for the big ice, but because he couldn't find anyone else.

No way, let this young couple come, his life is not enough for him to cause harm.

It's not terrible to die at the hands of the opponent, but if you die at the hands of the two of them for this reason, you must not be laughed at.

He tore off his fig leaf, held it in his hand and waved it at Wei Ying.

"Why did you tear off the bath towel around your waist!" Wei Ying was so frightened by Xi Feng's unexpected move that he immediately covered his eyes with his hands.

Maybe Xi Feng doesn't know it yet, but he is the only straight guy present here.

"Otherwise? Besides this, where can I find a bath towel to wipe my back?" Xi Feng asked in confusion. "They're all men. I've seen birds from hundreds of brothers in the whole village. I'm afraid I'll let you see them?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his back carelessly, pointed at his back and said. "Come on, I haven't had a good bath since the plague."

"If you think my bath towel is dirty, it doesn't matter to use your own towel to wipe my back. Xi Feng doesn't care about these details."

Xi Feng's voice reached Wei Ying's ears again.

Wei Ying's face darkened, he suddenly stood up from the bath, and left the pool with his long legs.

"Hey, why did you leave? Who will wipe the young master's back after you leave!" Seeing that the temperature around Wei Ying seemed to drop several degrees, Xi Feng immediately pulled his neck and shouted.

Xi Feng turned around, and Zhu Zhaoyan immediately stretched out his hand to cover Wang Wanyi's eyes.

"Ayan, what are you doing blocking my eyes?" Wang Wanyi actually knew that Ayan was narrow-minded, so he deliberately pulled Ayan's hand down, and Ayan would block him tightly again.

"I'm afraid that if you look at dirty things, you will get needle eyes." Zhu Zhaoyan said.

"I'm so dirty. Every time I enter, Mr. Gong pays attention to hygiene. When I go out, I use body oil to make myself smell good." Xi Feng retorted dissatisfiedly. The towel was tied back.

Because he saw that Wang Gonggong's opponent was staring at him with extremely terrifying eyes. He was originally a person who was not afraid of life and death, but for some reason, this kind of eyes made him panic. Should there be eyes for food?

He was just joking, and he just looked at him with such gloomy eyes as if he was looking at an ant.

"I don't know what happened to Qingming." Xi Feng wanted to change the subject, but then remembered Qingming who was taken away by Lian Jise, and suddenly said worriedly.

"By the way, I heard that you picked up Qingming from Wufeng Mountain. Is there any other difference except for that brand?" Wang Wanyi asked Zhu Zhaoyan while stroking Zhu Zhaoyan's hand.

"Speaking of differences..."

Qingming entered the stockade within ten days. At that time, there was heavy snow in the sky, and the ground and the sky were in a line, covered with snow.

Xi Feng remembered that it was on his way back from the merchants’ homes in the city with a full load. He climbed Wufeng Mountain to return to the village. Because of the terrain of Wufeng Mountain, it is easy for outsiders to get lost here. Maybe Qingming is one of them, maybe God It was destined that he would meet Qingming on that day and save the young man who fainted on the halfway up Wufeng Mountain.

His small body was frozen stiff, and his whole life would be buried in this snowstorm if he stayed clear for a while at night.

His body was covered with a thick layer of snow, like a heavy goose down quilt, but this quilt would freeze to death alive.

There was a slight smile on his frozen pale face, and a red lotus mark between his brows. Even ordinary black clothes could not conceal his amazing appearance. If it weren't for the black clothes he was wearing , he also couldn't find Qingming in that heavy snow.

When I went back to the village to change his soaked clothes, I found the plaque hanging around his waist and the bruises all over his body. It was engraved with the Chinese characters Qingming and a delicate lotus pattern. At that time, they knew the legend of the Moon Lotus Temple but had never actually seen it, nor did they know that Qingming was the Holy Son of the Moon Lotus Temple.

After being in a coma for a long time, Qingming finally woke up. After waking up, he looked at everyone in horror, as if he had received a huge blow. His cold eyes were full of despair and hostility. He never let anyone approach him or touch him. , nor accept anyone's kindness to Qingming, he is like a little wolf whose teeth have been ground but the wolf spirit still exists.

Qingming's pupils are silver-gray different pupils. There are folk rumors that different pupils will bring ominous luck, but their brother gang never believes in these ghosts and gods. Most of these brothers have been said to be broomsticks since they were born. The star is a monster that will kill its parents and bring misfortune to the world.

But they are kinder than anyone else, and since they came into this world, they have to bear the crimes and fates imposed on them by others.

They once thought that Qingming could not speak and was a mute, but Xi Feng knew that Qingming was not. When he brought him back to the village, he once shouted two words in a coma.

master.

He was calling his master intermittently, but it seemed that he was very afraid of his master in a coma, and sometimes there would be a few more vague words, master, I don't want Fuze anymore.

A few days later, Qingming seemed to have adapted to the environment in the village of the Brothers Gang, and gradually calmed down the sharp thorns all over her body, but she didn't mention anything about the past.

"It seems that everything has been explained, but I think Qingming is not willing to go back to the temple, or even to go back to the side of Master Lianji. We don't know who the master he is talking about, and what the blessing is." Xi Feng Said.

"But what's certain is that muttering mage Lianji must not be a kind person. We must save Qingming."

After bathing, the disciples at the screen prepared clothes for the four of them. It was the same style as these disciples, that pure white robe.

At this time, a divine disciple stepped forward, stopped in front of Zhu Zhaoyan and made a gesture of asking for instructions.

"The Divine Lord invites this young master to meet alone in Guanxin Hall."

There was no emotion in the voice of this god disciple, like a dummy, a walking dead without emotion.

Zhu Zhaoyan was slightly taken aback, and Wang Wanyi was also very puzzled, why Master Lianji wanted to see Zhu Zhaoyan alone.

Zhu Zhaoyan nodded, and turned to Wang Wanyi beside him to reassure him.

"Please lead the way, please." Zhu Zhaoyan said to the disciple.

This is a side hall similar to the oriental style. There are sliding doors on both sides. When the sliding doors on both sides are opened by the disciples, there are still pushing doors one after another.

It was not until at least seven sliding doors were pushed and pulled open that they entered the hall. Ordinary people would be puzzled or even surprised by such a superfluous design, but Zhu Zhaoyan did not. His eyes were flat and without a trace of surprise.

In the hall, there is only Lianji Sei alone. He sits on the lotus platform and closes his eyes tightly. Behind him is a huge statue of a lotus flower. Sandalwood is being lit in the hall. The smoky Lianji Sei is more like a god, a Buddha. ,

"Sir, please sit down." He heard the voice, slowly opened his eyes and said to Zhu Zhaoyan.

Zhu Zhaoyan sat down on his knees in front of Lian Jise, with a generous demeanor.

"I don't know why Master Lianji saw me alone."

"I see that the young master is a little kind."

There is a charcoal stove on the table between the two of them. A pot of hot tea is burning on the charcoal stove. The hot air is mixed with the fragrance of bergamot wood burning in the hall. dish.

Through the white mist lingering in the hall, Lianji looked deeply into Zhu Zhaoyan's eyes.

"Oh?" Zhu Zhaoyan asked indifferently, and then said again. "I don't remember ever seeing Master Lianji."

Lianji smiled lightly, unfathomable.

Lianji reached out and picked up the hot teapot on the charcoal stove and poured Zhu Zhaoyan half a cup. There was only a piece of dried tea in the teacup. Unlike ordinary tea, the dried tea was yellow and white and shriveled together.

"This is the treasure of Luo Xueshan. Only the Moon Lotus Temple can taste it in the world. You might as well come and taste it."

Lianji stared at Zhu Zhaoyan's eyes with those eyes that seemed to be able to read people's hearts, making Zhu Zhaoyan dodge subconsciously.

"I'm not talking about your son's appearance, but about these eyes." He stretched out two fingers, pointing at Zhu Zhaoyan's eyes.

"Eyes? Master Lianji, what does this mean?" Zhu Zhaoyan couldn't help smiling, and those dark and deep eyes raised to look back at Lianji's lustful eyes.

"The eyes are connected to the heart, and the heart is connected to the spirit. Maybe I have seen the spirit in the young master's body before."

The tea leaves soaked in hot water swelled, and the original yellow and white color turned into a pure white piece, shaped like a large lotus petal, floating in the teacup.

"Is what the mage said too ridiculous?"

As if hearing the funniest joke, Zhu Zhaoyan couldn't help saying.

"My lord may think what Lianji said is ridiculous, but what's interesting is that you are wearing a mask on your face and your heart, but not in your eyes. The one I am familiar with is this pair of unmasked ones. Eye."