There are bandits in Zhongshan

Fifty miles to the north of Yanfu, there is a mountain named Lianchi. It is said that this place used to be a dangerous swamp, but tens of thousands of years ago, the Lord of Zhenze Water broke through the boundary and soared.

There is a pagoda on the top of the mountain, named after the word "Water Lord", which was built by the monks of later generations to commemorate the person who ascended to the immortal. After a long period of wind and rain, it has long been reduced to a ruin.

And because it is on the top of the mountain, no spiritual treasure can be hidden, so even the treasure thief will not take a second look.

Today, a visitor came to this dilapidated place, and it was a well-dressed visitor.

The map of mountains and rivers on the crane's head shone brightly in the sunlight, and the three mustaches were carefully trimmed, making Zhou Zheng's facial features even more handsome. Nanming, a guest of Yunzhong City and one of the owners of Zhenbao Pavilion.

He walked slowly to the top floor, bowed three times to the door barely hanging on the wall, and then stepped into the door.

Behind the door is the viewing platform, but it is completely different from the outside, and there is no dust on the ground.

Obviously someone set up an enchantment here.

In the middle of the viewing platform, there is a low table and a futon. On the low table is a chess game that has not been started for a long time. A thin man is sitting on the futon, holding sunspots in his hand. Instead of making a move, he sighed softly after Nanming approached, put down his hand, but still didn't make a move, but put the sunspot back into the chess basket, and said with a smile, "Brother Nan, why are you looking for me?"

Compared with Nanming's splendid attire, the man's clothes were very simple, and his hair was only fixed with a wooden hairpin. He looked like a poor scholar with a kind smile, and there was no airs in his body.

Faced with such a cordial greeting, Nanming was startled, bent down, raised his hands to the level of his eyebrows, and said in a tone of almost panic, "Mr. Ling Xiao, it's about Qianmianyan."

It turned out that this commoner man was Ye Lianxi, Ling Xiaojun of Yunzhong City.

The Ye family in Yunzhong City has always given people the impression of being graceful and luxurious, and they are all exquisite in spending, while Ye Lianxi always wears linen gowns, and lives a more miserable life when practicing than casual cultivating, which is probably why he can bear it. One of the reasons for admiration.

Those who do not seek fame or profit will always be respected by others.

As for his real appearance, Nanming, as a confidant, only knows the tip of the iceberg.

"What's wrong with Mr. Qian?" Even in the back of the crowd, Ye Lianxi's words were not at all rude.

"Fairy Changli of the Tianyi Sect came to Yankee, and she threatened him with a thousand faces...he still thinks about the revenge of the sword."

"This is different from the agreement." Ye Lianxi's smile faded a little, "I remember that Mr. Qian promised to let Fairy Changli go."

"It's like this..." Nanming showed embarrassment, and he hesitated to explain, "He said he promised not to hurt Fairy Changli's life, but he didn't promise not to use her sword hand..."

"Heh." Still laughing, but the warmth in the smile has completely receded, Ye Lianxi murmured, "I actually forgot, people's hearts are changeable."

Afterwards, he stared at the chessboard and remained silent for a long time. Nanming waited for a long time before he could give any instructions, so he boldly said: "Mr. Ling Xiao, although Fairy Changli is very talented, she is just an ordinary disciple of Tianyi Sect. Why do you want to protect her?" she?"

"Ordinary?" Ye Lianxi read these two words, and then chuckled irresistibly, "Fairy Yuyuan and Mr. Zhu have always kept the water in the river, and this time they are going to fight for her, and Venerable Guhong is even more serious. Her master, do you think this is normal?"

Although Fairy Yuyuan dealt with Zhu Maolin in the name of killing demons and eliminating evils, anyone with a heart can see at a glance what it is actually for.

"This..." Nanming was speechless for a moment, thought for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Does Ling Xiao know the mystery?"

Ever since Changli became famous in the first battle decades ago, the rumors about her have never stopped. There are more than a dozen theories about her life experience. , There are different opinions, but they are basically nonsense.On Jiang Linzhao's birthday, Nanming and Changli met once. He felt that apart from the extraordinary talent and inhuman temperament, Fairy Changli's physique is no different from that of ordinary monks. from step by step practice.

"I don't know what's the mystery here." Ye Lianxi sighed, "I just know that she can't move. If she makes a mistake, I will be afraid of the three elders of the Heavenly Sect. It's going to be crushed."

"Then how should I dissuade Qianmianyan?"

"How about this, brother Nan please pass me a word." Just as Ye Lianxi finished speaking, a chess piece fell into Nanming's hands, "Just give this to Mr. Qian."

"Yes." Nanming put away the chess pieces, and bowed respectfully, "Nanmou will retire first."

It's just that after turning around, his expression was a little complicated.

Presumably it was because he didn't want him to know, so he sealed the message into the chess piece and told him to pass it on.

It's not that he doesn't want to explore more, but limited by his strength, he can only act as a pawn.

When the breath of Nanming faded away, Ye Lianxi picked up a sunspot again, the warmth on his face gradually faded, and finally became dominated by coldness, with a little force from his fingertips, the chess piece turned into powder in an instant.

In the next moment, his figure and the observation deck on the seat disappeared, leaving only a thick layer of dust on the ground and crumbling beams.

It seemed to have returned to its original empty appearance, but not long after, a Thunderbird suddenly jumped out from behind the beams, and the phantom disappeared into the clouds in a flash.

Behind the dense clouds, Lu Lin opened his hand, and the Thunderbird landed on his forearm. After retracting its wings, it quickly turned into a wisp of smoke, and it disappeared after wrapping around his fingertips twice.

There was a little sarcasm in the light gray eyes.

"Ye Lianxi..." His voice was as cold as a blade, and the slight sigh at the end of the sentence was an undisguised irony.

The largest garden in Yanyue City is the backyard of Li Langxuan's private house, named Xinghua Xiaoyuan. Although there is a small character, actually being in it is like being in an endless apricot forest.

Being able to have this posture is naturally due to the use of secret techniques, the number of ways is similar to Ye Chenzhou's Zhenlongxuan.

Li Langxuan is a middle-aged man with a round waist and broad shoulders. He looks like a barrel from a distance. He has a smile on his face all the year round. His small eyes are squeezed by the smile, giving people the feeling of squinting all day long.

He has the most exquisite refining technique in Yanlu City, and there are endless people who entrust him to refine magical instruments, and his most powerful thing is the puppet technique. The puppets he makes are exactly like real people, can speak well, and can play the piano and dance.

Zhong Mingzhu curiously looked at the attendant passing by with a tray, and eagerly reached out his hand, wanting to touch the attendant's face, but he was slapped open when he stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing!" She turned her head angrily, thinking about who had no eyes, but Ding Lingyun's face caught her eyes.

It's been a while since we saw each other, but Ding Lingyun's originally rosy face now looks a bit haggard.

"Have you been abused by your family?" Zhong Mingzhu wondered. She knew that Ding Lingyun was picked up by her father and brother, and she thought that Ding Lingyun had gone back to live as a young lady. Looking at it this way, she didn't quite like it.

"I want you to take care of it." Ding Lingyun was annoyed. Seeing Zhong Mingzhu wanted to touch the attendant again, he quickly pulled her hand away, "Do you still want your hand?"

"Did he have a knife on him?"

"He doesn't have a knife on him, but Li Langxuan has a knife in his hand." Ding Lingyun gave her a white look, "He treasures these puppets the most, and he hates other people treating his puppets as ordinary playthings. If this is an ordinary servant you Will you touch it?"

"will not."

"Then be quiet and treat him as an ordinary attendant."

"Oh..." Zhong Mingzhu withdrew his hand reluctantly, touched his nose, and muttered disapprovingly, "It's too stingy."

Ding Lingyun glanced at her, and sighed after a while, as if he was extremely tired.

At this time, Zhong Mingzhu suddenly noticed that Ding Lingyun didn't ask her where her master was as soon as she came over. She had a temperament of whatever she thought about, so she asked without thinking, "Why don't you ask me where my master is?"

"I know where Fairy Changli is..." Ding Lingyun's tone was muffled, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back and sighed again.

Zhong Mingzhu raised his eyes to look at the white dress, and immediately understood where Ding Lingyun's depression came from, and why she seemed to be having a bad day.

Changli stood quietly in a secluded corner, and beside her, Jiang Linzhao was talking to her while holding a wine cup.

This is a banquet that will be held before the start of every auction, and those famous and respectable figures in Zanyao will participate. No matter the good or the bad, a young disciple like her can use the fame of the teacher to drink a glass of spiritual wine.

Jiang Linzhao, the majestic Lord of Chasing Waves City, was naturally among the guests. In the past, Ding Lingyun would have been able to pass by generously, but at this moment she couldn't, because Jiang Linzhao was Ye Chenzhou's best friend, who was closer than everyone else in Yunzhong City.

Now that the situation in Yunzhong City is uncertain, most people think that Ye Chenzhou will use up all his cultivation to apologize this time. If she gets close to Jiang Linzhao, even if she doesn't say a word, she will be speculated maliciously.

She went to Tianyi Sect just to escape from the vortex of power competition. She stayed with her father and brother these few days, and it happened that the young master of the Ye family was in deep trouble.

Aren't you tired of intrigue?

Zhong Mingzhu really wanted to say that, but then he thought about it, even if the seven spiritual veins were only one-tenth, and the spiritual stone alone could build up his cultivation to the realm of transforming gods, he took it for granted.

But she still found it boring.

Even if he reached the realm of transforming gods by piling up spiritual stones, so what.

——Mediocrity is mediocrity after all.

"Well, how about I convey your greetings to Master after I go back?" Seeing Jiang Linzhao listening carefully to Chang Li's words, she curled the corners of her lips to make sure, and her eyes quickly turned to another person passing by. on the servant.

Just as Ding Lingyun wanted to thank her, seeing where her eyes were, she immediately understood what she was thinking, and warned in a low voice: "I advise you not to be presumptuous, Li Langxuan's reputation is not very good."

"Huh? Tell me." Zhong Mingzhu stared at the servant's exposed skin with a nonchalant expression.

"He is Lu Li's friend."

"I see." Zhong Mingzhu nodded and settled down.

A friend of a wicked person, even if he is not a wicked person, is not a good person.

Ding Lingyun left, and Zhong Mingzhu caught a glimpse of her elder brother Ding Lingfeng who was said to be the most beautiful man in the world from a distance.

Indeed, as the rumors say, it is enough to make people fall in love at first sight.

But she still thinks Jiang Linzhao looks better, even though he circles around Changli whenever he gets a chance,

After all, the so-called good or bad appearance, skin and blood account for seven points, and the other three points are spirit.

People who can still insist on being Ye Chenzhou's best friend at this time will not look too ugly, not to mention that the city lord Jiang was born like a tree.

"There shouldn't be any problem..." She rubbed her nose, took a few glances at Changli, then pulled her eyes away from that corner, then looked around lazily, and found that Mo Qiyu and Nan Sichu were talking together Something, and walked over quickly.

As soon as he passed by, he greeted Mo Qiyu warmly, as if he had made friends with old friends, Nan Sichu immediately turned cold and walked away, leaving Mo Qiyu with a puzzled look on his face.

"You guys know each other?" He asked cautiously. He didn't know that Nan Sichu also worshiped under the Tianyi sect back then, so he naturally didn't know about the feud between them, "Or did I say something wrong..."

"Maybe you said something wrong." Zhong Mingzhu said with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

As soon as she spoke, she saw Mo Qiyu shy, and it took a long time before she heard him stammer and say: "I, I heard that fellow Daoist Nan saved someone from the mouth of a fierce beast a few days ago, so I asked him for advice." Fantao method..."

"Ask me how to be a hero and a beauty, and kidnap her heart by the way?" Zhong Mingzhu said seriously, but the ridicule in the sentence is self-evident.

"You, don't talk nonsense..." Mo Qiyu blushed suddenly, her eyes wandered, and her words were incoherent, half because of embarrassment, and half because her mind was hit.

A few days ago, the story of Nan Sichu rescuing a girl from the mouth of a fire-breathing beast has been widely spread among the younger generation of monks in the city. I heard that she is a rare beauty, and those young people will inevitably envy her, Mo Qiyu No exception, can't help inquiring about one or two.

His eyes fell on Zhong Mingzhu's face, and the shyness on his face quickly turned into a wry smile.

In all fairness, Zhong Mingzhu's appearance made it easy for any sect to have a lot of suitors. After the initial misunderstanding was resolved, he felt a little joy in his heart.

It was the first time he left Yuehua Mountain and met Yiren like this, wouldn't he be happy, but that joy soon disappeared. After experiencing the incident in Heishuiling, he only had awe for Zhong Mingzhu.

The same encounter beauty, why can there be such a big difference.

Seeing the annoyance on his face, Zhong Mingzhu could guess what he was thinking without thinking, smiled generously, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately, pretending to be mysterious: "Friend Mo You can know that there is a saying, it is called beauty disaster."

"You mean?" Mo Qiyu thought she was going to say something secret, so he pricked up his ears to listen, and the next moment, words drifted into his ears as the laughter faded away:

"I mean, you can comfort yourself with that."

After a long distance, Changli still heard the familiar laughter. Looking over there, he saw the frivolous smile in Zhong Mingzhu's eyes and the red-faced Mo Qiyu behind her, catching herself in her dark pupils. The emotions that I didn't realize soon returned to normal under Jiang Linzhao's gentle voice.

"Forgive me for talking too much, but I dare to ask why Fairy Changli wants to help? If you are afraid of Qianmianyan, Yan has a teleportation array to go to Yunfu Mountain."

"Because—" Changli lowered his eyes, recalled Zhong Mingzhu's instructions from the night before, and calmly said, "Qian Mianyan has crossed Yunfu Mountain once, and there will be a second time."

Her tone was flat, but Jiang Linzhao felt that the atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and there seemed to be some heavy burden on her shoulders, and she almost subconsciously assured: "Jiang will definitely go all out."

It seems that there is no problem...

Seeing Jiang Linzhao's expression from the corner of the eye, Zhong Mingzhu twitched the corners of his mouth, and his lowered eyes well concealed the calculation in the shadows.

——Sure enough, there have been many troubles for beautiful women since ancient times, whether they are here or elsewhere.