How to Avoid a Flirty Ex-Partner

In the dead of night, the moon is like a curved hook, and the sparse moonlight is half-deadly scattered in Wanqiu Villa, and the whole villa is immersed in a gloomy silence.

The curtains were lowered to cover the scene on the bed.

Xie Yan sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, with his hands between his waist and abdomen, his eyes closed, and his breathing was weak and slow. It was not difficult to see that he was cultivating from this breath.

Suddenly, the silence was broken, and there was a slight squeak, which was fleeting.

Xie Yan's closed eyes slowly opened, there was someone.

The person came on tiptoe, as if he was trying his best to control the sound of his footsteps. Even if he hid the sound of his footsteps, he couldn't hide his slightly rapid breathing due to nervousness.

The sound of breathing fell in Xie Yan's ears, it was as clear and clear as if someone was in front of his eyes.

The visitor never hesitated, and came straight to the bed, gradually approaching.

As long as Xie Yan reaches out his hand, he can catch the culprit who stays up late at night and disturbs others.

But Xie Yan didn't do anything.

He wanted to see what the visitor wanted to do. After entering the Wanqiu Villa, he felt all sorts of strange feelings coming out one after another. He had been waiting for a suitable opportunity to sort things out.

He didn't wait for the opportunity, but he waited for a thief, although he knew who the thief was.

The thief stopped in front of the bed, seemed to be hesitating, and after a while Xie Yan heard a soft cry.

"Landlord?"

Xie Yan didn't answer, his eyes stayed on the curtain.

A white and slender hand with well-defined joints gently and slowly lifted the curtain a crack, and the owner of that hand was also revealed. The owner of the hand was wearing a white silk underwear, barefoot, and hugged The black lacquered box, I don't know what it contains.

Fu Tingqiu yelled like a meowing cat, but got no response from Xie Yan, and felt strange, where did Xie Yan go so late?

He never expected that the curtain was lifted, and before he could see anything clearly, he met Xie Yan's eyes that were still bright in the dark night.

Fu Tingqiu was stunned for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Since the landlord is here, why shouldn't I?"

Xie Yan's gaze stayed on his feet for a long time, and he asked for a while, "Young Villa Master came to visit late at night, why?"

Speaking of business, Fu Tingqiu put Xie Yan's responsibility behind him, climbed onto Xie Yan's bed with the box in his arms, sat down beside him, and took out a night pearl the size of a pigeon egg from his bosom, Fu Tingqiu After wiping it, the night pearl lit up.

Fu Tingqiu put the box in front of Xie Yan and said in a low voice, "This is Xuantie."

Is this why he came here in the middle of the night?Xie Yan didn't ask, he opened the box, only glanced at it, and then closed it again.

Fu Tingqiu: "I don't know how long it will take for the owner to repair Languangling?"

Xie Yan: "Five days."

It's okay, okay, Fu Tingqiu thought about it, and said softly: "Please leave this to the landlord."

Xie Yan pushed the box to the inside, and moved his body inwards. With the light of the night pearl, he saw Fu Tingqiu in its entirety: "Why did the young master come here late at night?"

Fu Tingqiu laughed dryly, he couldn't say that he came here in the middle of the night to find out the truth, and wanted to see Xie Yan'an restless, right?It is a big taboo to bring strangers into Wanqiu Villa, but Fu Tingqiu doesn't care about that, he wants to know what kind of thoughts Xie Yan has about Wanqiu Villa, or Po Yunjian.

Fu Tingqiu: "There are many people in the daytime. If someone sees it, I will give you this box. I am afraid that there will be rumors and gossip. If my father finds out, a severe beating will be inevitable."

The last sentence is purely Fu Tingqiu's rumor. Fu Qingsong has never even touched a hair of his hair when he grows up so big.

If Xie Yan believed what he said, he might be a fool. How could he be sure to sit on the third floor of the south building?

Too lazy to expose him, Xie Yan raised the curtain and looked straight at Fu Tingqiu, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Fu Tingqiu moved his buttocks, and when he was about to get out of bed, he turned around and said, "Could it be that the landlord is sleepless? I think the landlord's clothes are intact, could it be..."

Before he finished speaking, he received Xie Yan's furious gaze.

Fu Tingqiu stopped talking, just hugged Ye Mingzhu honestly, and left.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xie Yan opened the box next to him, took out the black iron inside, put it in the palm of his hand to feel it quietly, it was cold, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation recorded in the data.

It seems that the piece of black iron that Fu Qingsong got is just a piece of black iron, nothing else.

Early the next morning, Xie Yan began to repair the Languangling. The Languangling was built by the ancestors of the Hehuan School thousands of years ago. When it was first released, it was used in conjunction with the cultivation method of the Hehuan School. Powerful.

Later, there was civil strife in the Hehuan faction, and Lan Guangling's whereabouts were unknown. Over the years, it was passed around and transferred to Zhinanlou. Fu Qingsong bought it at a high price and took it into Wanqiu Villa.

Lan Guangling and Xie Yan have a very close fate, thank you for coming out, and thanking Yan for damage.

Now it is repaired, and it also depends on Xie Yan.

Fu Tingqiu originally thought that Xie Yan needed at least a furnace to restore Languangling, but Xie Yan declined his kindness and kicked him out, only telling him to come back in five days.

Fu Tingqiu intuited that Xie Yan must be holding the exclusive secret recipe for refining, and he was unwilling to share it with him.

This is really normal, Fu Tingqiu is not angry.

In the past few days when Xie Yan repaired Languangling, Fu Tingqiu was not idle. He used the information sources of Wanqiu Villa to track down the whereabouts of Fusangmen everywhere. As a result, the world of comprehension was full of dark waves, and everyone was talking about Wanqiu Why does the villa face the Fusang Gate?

Fu Tingqiu hid in the library by himself, looking through the allusions in the books, trying to find some records about Fusangmen.

Hard work paid off, and Fu Tingqiu finally found it in a miscellaneous journal.

There are only a few words on it: Fusangmen, standing in the place where the sun rises, is proficient in illusion, good at assassination, and kills a hundred times.

Fu Tingqiu rummaged through and found only these things. He frowned and closed the miscellaneous diary. On the tattered outer cover, he could vaguely see Fu Bufang's personal diary.

Fu Tingqiu: "..."

Fu won't let go?His grandfather knew about the Fusang Gate and seemed to have had contact with the Fusang Gate.

Fu Tingqiu stared at the sentence "Stand at the place where the sun rises", what does this sentence mean?

Everyone knows that the sky is boundless and the earth is vast and boundless. The sun seems to have a place to settle, but in fact it will never reach the end. Where does the phrase "the place where the sun rises" record?

Fu Tingqiu consciously read a lot of books and knew many things, but his thoughts were entangled by this sentence, and he got into the corner of his head for a while.

"Master Young Master?" Fu Lai restrainedly asked from outside the door.

Fu Tingqiu came back to his senses, tore off the page about Fusang Gate from the miscellaneous notes, stuffed it into his sleeve, got up and walked towards the door.

"what's up?"

Fu Lai: "The master has forged a good sword, and he is waiting for the young master in the front hall."

So fast?Fu Tingqiu was quite surprised, such a short period of time was very unlike Fu Qingsong's behavior style.

Thinking that Fu Qingsong came out, and Xie Yan still had two days to repair Lan Guangling, Fu Tingqiu felt a little dizzy for some reason.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, and he walked towards the front hall with his sleeves full.

In the front hall, Fu Qingsong turned over the sword in his hand full of admiration, as if he had never forged such a satisfactory sword.

Fu Qingsong thought: Zhinanlou deserves to be known as Zhinanlou, the meteorite iron sent up is really good, if I can get another piece, how ecstatic would I be?

Before Fu Qingsong could make a careful calculation, Fu Tingqiu stepped on the bright sunshine like he was on the wind.

Fu Qingsong put down the sword, walked to Fu Tingqiu's side, looked at his son from top to bottom, left and right, saw that Fu Tingqiu looked good, and felt relieved for the time being.

Fu Qingsong: "My son, is it easy to use the Languangling?"

Fu Tingqiu thought to himself: It's quite smooth, but it's not very strong.

Thinking this way in my heart, I replied: "Father picked the magic weapon, so it's easy to do."

Fu Qingsong laughed, turned around and held the newly cast sword in front of Fu Tingqiu, full of expectation: "Try?"

Fu Tingqiu picked up the sword, walked out of the front hall, and stood in the yard. With a little luck, he danced lightly with a burst of spring wind carrying petals. world.

Fu Qingsong's expression slowly retracted, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Fu Tingqiu's swordsmanship was not taught by Fu Qingsong, but Fu Tingqiu practiced it himself with Fu Bufang's secret book.

Fu Qingsong clearly remembered that before Fu Tingqiu left the villa, his sword wind was soft and seemed to save all living beings, and it was a bit of a show, but after he returned, his sword wind was full of murderous aura, with the potential to destroy the sky.

This is not a good sign, especially not good for Fu Tingqiu's alchemy.

After a set of sword skills, Fu Tingqiu collected the sword and looked at it, and returned the sword to Fu Qingsong after a while.

Fu Tingqiu: "This sword is ominous."

When he was dancing just now, Fu Tingqiu felt that the sword seemed to guide him. If it moved according to the owner's inner emotions, it would be a good sword, but this sword amplified his few hostility and pushed him like spreading rumors and causing trouble. Him, let his heart be destroyed.

Fu Qingsong shook his head: "There is no ominous sword in this world, what is ominous is the human heart."

Facing his father's remarks, Fu Tingqiu couldn't easily refute, so he nodded in agreement indiscriminately.

Fu Qingsong put the sword back into the scabbard, turned his head to look at Fu Tingqiu: "Listen to Fu, you brought someone back, and you respectfully call him Lord Xie."

Fu Lai is a big traitor.

Silently writing down an account for Fu Lai, Fu Tingqiu nodded: "I know the third floor owner of the South Tower, thank you Yan."

"The one who became famous at a young age, Xie Yan." Fu Qingsong had heard about Xie Yan, but his attitude was not salty, and Fu Tingqiu couldn't see anything. Landlord Langyue."

"Why did Langyue see her father for no reason?" Fu Tingqiu asked.

Fu Qingsong didn't mean to hide it from Fu Tingqiu, he said: "He knows that no matter how many magic weapons there are in Nanlou, they may not be as powerful as my Wanqiu Villa, so he wants to buy one at a high price."

Fu Tingqiu chuckled lightly: "Mr. Lang and Mr. Xie are probably in the same mind."

Fu Qingsong: "Oh?"

Fu Tingqiu: "I will be rewarded with a magic weapon, please thank the owner for coming to the villa as a guest."

Fu Qingsong was puzzled: "Why?"

Fu Tingqiu has no voice, why?Because he broke the Languangling, Xie Yan said he could fix it, so he begged someone to come.

It can't be said that Fu Tingqiu knows it well.

Fu Tingqiu: "Father, what is the allusion to Lan Guangling?"

Fu Qingsong saw that Fu Tingqiu had nothing to say, so he was not in a hurry to ask. When his son asked about Lan Guangling, he said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that before I married your mother, I formed a relationship with the Hehuan faction, so I snatched Languangling back, I know how important Languangling is to the Acacia faction."

Fu Tingqiu did not expect that Lan Guangling was taken into Wanqiu Villa by Fu Qingsong because of this.

Fu Qingsong: "Languangling can't be returned to the Acacia faction for the time being, understand?"

Fu Tingqiu responded, and he asked again: "Does father know about the Fusang sect?"

Fu Qingsong frowned, showing a little displeasure on his face: "Don't touch anything related to Fusang Sect."

Fu Tingqiu: "What?"

Fu Qingsong suddenly showed disgust on his face, as if he was asked about the most shameless person in his life: "The Fusang sect is relentless in doing things, and they will exact revenge. Naturally, I don't want you to be associated with this sect."

It seems a bit late, Fu Tingqiu thought.

That day in the Qing Clan's Zong Zong Mansion, the injured person wished him good luck, and if nothing happened, he might be missed by the Fu Sang Clan.

Fu Qingsong: "I still have doubts about one thing."

Fu Tingqiu looked suspiciously at Fu Qingsong who had a look of embarrassment on his face, but hesitated to speak: "?"

Fu Qingsong's brows loosened and then frowned, frowned and then relaxed, he gritted his teeth for a while and said bluntly: "My son, do you like that Xie Yan?"