After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Yan Jianglan slept comfortably. Although he dreamed about the stupid things he did when he was young, it was already a rare dream for him.

Waking up again, the sky is bright.

Last night, Sheng Jiao sent him spiritual power to warm and nourish his spiritual veins. Yan Jiang's sore waist was much more comfortable, and the bruises all over his body had almost faded, and he could barely get out of bed.

The autumn is cool, and you can vaguely feel the coldness penetrating into your bones even if you are wrapped in a robe. Yesterday, Wuyin City was very lively, and there were countless monks who had not left the northern border early in the morning. There are actually people visiting this remote alley.

The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were blooming in the courtyard, Yan Jianglan picked a branch casually, gnawed on it carelessly, flicked the rhino horn lamp with his fingers, and transmitted the sound to Sheng Jiao.

"where did you go?"

Sheng Jiao responded quickly: "Okidao—the porridge is heating up in the kitchen, go eat it."

Yan Jianglan ate a mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus, too lazy to eat the bland porridge, he opened the door of the medical hall and took a look outside.

There are only two shops in the alley, one is the Twelve House Medical Hall, and the other is Qin Ban's pastry shop, and the bustling noise outside comes from the alley.

Qin Banban was allowed by Heng Yudu to take a three-day vacation. She was tired of playing here in Wuyin City, so she simply went home and started making pastries.

As soon as Yan Jianglan saw Qin Banban, he thought of answering the bell, quietly pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward: "Banban?"

Qin Banban's long hair was rolled up, and he worked extremely quickly. In the midst of his busy schedule, Yan Jiang's eyes lit up: "Brother Lan!"

The person squatting in the corner of the eaves and eating pastries also raised his head.

"Listen?!"

Only then did Yan Jianglan realize that Yutui Mountain was also here, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Yutuishan stuffed three or four pieces of pastries into his mouth without fear of choking to death. He clapped his hands, dragged Yan Jianglan aside, and said mysteriously, "Tell brother, what did you hear from Sheng Jiao Nasao?" Is there any top-secret news?"

Yan Jianglan: "..."

"Brother." Yan Jianglan had no expression on his face, "Are you using me as an eyeliner?"

Yutuishan was surprised and said: "Isn't it possible? What a perfect hidden stake, even if you expose Shengjiao, I won't kill you. Brother uses it with peace of mind and a clear conscience."

Yan Anzhuan rolled his eyes, and said to Qin Banban, "Banban, give me an osmanthus cake."

Qin Banban said crisply: "Okay."

It's rare for Qin Ban to relive the life of selling cakes again. It's not as boring as it was in the past, his face is full of exhaustion from running around for a living, and he is happy all morning.

There was too much business in the pastry shop, Yan Jianglan stood there thinking there were too many people, so he simply walked slowly towards the main street with the pastry.

Yutuishan hurried to catch up and surrounded him asking for "news".

This place is rarely so lively in Wuyin City. Yan Jianglan gnawed on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and looked around boredly, and said casually, "Do you think Sheng Jiao will tell me the details of his investigation? You made the move, instead of coming to me to inquire about this, why don’t you just hide your little tail?”

Yutuishan said quietly: "What you said is a bit inhuman."

Yan Jianglan turned his head to look at him, and suddenly pursed his lips: "Hey."

Yudeshan: "..."

Fortunately, Yutuishan has a passable temper, even if he dies at the hands of Sheng Jiao, it doesn't matter to him, he strolled forward and put his arms around Yan Jianglan's shoulders, and said lazily, "Do you want to go to Zhongzhou to play?"

Yan Jianglan's waist was weakened by his pressure, and he barely stood still. He accidentally saw a casual cultivator on the side of the road who was setting up a stall to buy spiritual weapons. He walked up and looked: "Which one are you going to use?"

Yan Jianglan bent down and squatted down, Yutuishan jumped over and squatted, pinched the spiritual weapon and held it up for him to see, with the other hand resting on his chin, he smiled and said: "Are you going to be a double-faced pile, wanting to get it from me?" Get the news and tell Sect Master Sheng?"

Yan Jianglan glanced at him: "I really have enough free time to panic, I have to find something for myself to do if I don't have a good life--it's not that, the Gui Wen next to it, yes, let me see."

Yu Tuishan handed him the exquisite jade pendant: "...Then I have to pick a soft persimmon first, what do you think of the Qu family?"

Yan Jianglan turned over to look at the spiritual weapon, and turned his head to look at him when he heard the words.

Yutuishan bared his teeth: "Qu Minglian and Qu Xiangren are all dead, and the Qu family is not well-off at all. Fortunately, they still have a little bit left over from Heaven and Earth. Use it first, it's enough."

Yan Jianglan was silent for a long time before turning his head: "Well—don't let those casual cultivators draw people's phase patterns again."

Yutuishan raised his eyebrows: "Are you relenting?"

Yan Jianglan frowned: "It's long-winded."

Yutuishan laughed out loud.

Yan Jianglan and Sanxiu asked how to use the spirit weapon, and took out the spirit stone to buy the jade pendant.

"Yes, a birthday present!" Yutuishan strolled forward, took off a storage ring and put it on Yan Jianglan's finger, "This is a bunch of presents that my brother picked out for you. I can make it up."

Yan Jianglan laughed: "You make up for those eight years every year, how can you make up for it?"

Yutuishan strolled away, leaving a sentence: "I am willing."

Yan Jianglan went back to Twelve House alone.

After the matter of Xi's family was settled, Yan Jianglan was finally able to find something he wanted to do. After much deliberation, he planned to decide on the name of Shierju Medical Center first.

I have to find another piece of wood to carve a plaque by myself.

Yan Jianglan was thinking about it, and as soon as he opened the dilapidated door of the Twelve House, he saw Sheng Jiao standing by the medicine cabinet soaring into the roof. Float outside.

It's rare to get the sun today, just to sun the medicine.

Sheng Jiao originally thought that Yan Jianglan was just opening a medical clinic to cover up his whereabouts, just for fun, but he didn't expect that this small medical clinic has all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine cabinets and tools, and those hundreds of small medicine boxes are also full. It's dried herbs, and none of the boxes are empty.

At first, he really wanted to open a medical clinic.

Yan Jianglan raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Ordinary Sheng Jiao would not answer such obvious questions at all, but for some reason he talked too much, no matter what Yan Jianglan asked, he would always get a response.

"Sun medicine."

"What are you doing to expose those?" Yan Jianglan said, "I have a magic circle on the medicine cabinet, even if it is stored for another three years, it won't be damp, so don't bother with it."

Sheng Jiao pursed his lips, said "um" and gathered the medicines that had been dried out one by one.

Yan Jianglan walked around, his waist was sore and his legs were weak, and he sat down on the soft chair next to him, and found a bowl of porridge warmed with fire stones on the small table, with candied fruit on the side.

This is rather strange.

Yan Jianglan put his elbows on his cheeks and looked at Sheng Jiao who was arranging medical books with a smile: "Sect Master Sheng, why are you so attentive today? Did you cause trouble?"

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Yan Jianglan had the face to say this.

Sheng Jiao glanced at him coldly, if ordinary Yan Jianglan asked such nonsense, he wouldn't even bother to answer him, but this time he said: "No."

Yan Jianglan was just a mouthful, and after teasing him, he didn't even want to wait for Sheng Jiao to answer him. He was reaching for the bowl when he heard the answer that almost burned his paws, and looked at Sheng Jiao in amazement.

"Sect Master Sheng!" Yan Jianglan put down the bowl, pinched his earlobe, rushed over to hold him on the shoulder and looked nervously, "What's wrong with you, have you been taken away?! He Fang evildoer, hurry up Get out of my Taoist companion's body!"

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao frowned: "Drink porridge."

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Jianglan was supported by him to sit back, still holding Sheng Jiao's sleeve, and asked, "It's really strange today, don't be so scared."

Sheng Jiao just talked a little more than usual, and in Yan Jianglan's eyes, it was even more shocking than Tianyan Mie.

Yan Jianglan sat back and sipped some porridge, but his eyes were still on Sheng Jiao.

The door of the medical hall was open, and the sunlight slanted and poured on Lord Tiandao. Xiezhi Zong's dark robes were ordinary, but Sheng Jiao wore them with an inexplicably chilling aura. It makes people fearful at first sight.

The light cast a translucent warm light on the stern and chiseled face, but even the warm sunlight could not melt the snow on the mountain top, and it was still high above like a fairy.

Yan Jianglan simply sat down to dinner with the beauty of Lord Tiandao.

Sheng Jiao sat there using the rhino horn lamp to deal with the affairs of the Xiezhi sect. He didn't touch the rhino horn lamp for about ten years and he didn't use it very sensitively. Sometimes his fingers hung on the wick for a long time before he knew what to do next.

Yan Jianglan laughed sullenly.

He didn't have much appetite, so he put down the bowl after taking a few sips, and walked in front of Sheng Jiao with his hands behind his back, his thin figure blocked the sunlight, and his long dark hair was slightly dark red against the light against the light.

"Sect Master Sheng."

Sheng Jiao looked up at him.

Three months ago, when Yan Jianglan called "Sect Master Sheng" and "Master Tiandao", he was always alienated and eccentric, but now he seems to regard these two addresses as a taste, and the protracted sound is ambiguous and lively.

"Ok?"

"Whoa!"

Yan Jianglan stretched out his paw, shook his five fingers violently, and made a "crash" sound to himself, hooked his little finger on the rope, and placed the delicate jade pendant he just bought in front of Sheng Jiao.

There is an osmanthus flower sealed inside the jade pendant with osmanthus patterns, which should have fallen into it by accident when distributing the training tool, so it has a delicate charm.

"Does it look good?!" Yan Jiang was against the light, and only half of his cheeks slanted, making his beautiful pupils look like glass. He squinted his eyes and smiled, "For you."

Sheng Jiao looked at the jade pendant, his eyes trembled slightly, and he reached out to take it.

Seeing that Sheng Jiao seemed to like it very much, Yan Jianglan's dark eyes softened, and he immediately coaxed him hard: "This jade pendant can store things, and it can also be connected to the rhino horn lamp. You don't need to bring a lamp, you can rely on this Talk to me."

Sheng Jiao gently stroked the tiny osmanthus flower on the jade pendant with his fingers, and nodded without saying a word.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Sheng Jiao is no different from usual, just as indifferent, but Yan Jianglan has been with him for so long, so he naturally understands that Master Tiandao is being coaxed to be happy.

The snow on the top of the mountain that could not be melted by the sun was coaxed by a gift of his own to almost melt into a gurgling spring. Yan Jianglan was overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment, and at the moment he just wanted to let him continue this rare favor, and it was nothing but brains.

"It's better than the one with the half-moon pattern back then. Hahaha, it's fine if it's destroyed, but it's not worth much anyway. This spiritual weapon is said to be still..."

Sheng Jiao raised his head suddenly, looking at Yan Jianglan with dark eyes.

Yan Jianglan, who was eloquent and eloquent, was taken aback for a moment: "Ah? What's the matter?"

Sheng Jiao was silent for a long time, and suddenly seemed to have figured something out, and asked coldly.

"How did you know that the jade pendant with the half-moon pattern was destroyed?"

Sheng Jiao never said a word about Linghu destroying the jade pendant.

Yan Jiang froze.

Oops.

He only wanted to coax people, and forgot about the stupid things he did back then.