lure military division

Facing up, with well-groomed hands, it is definitely the standard of a three-good student, although the three present all know in their hearts that Young Master Liuyun is definitely not the kind of person who will lie down and sleep obediently.

Usually, it is possible to say a piece of stinky and long nonsense in a dream, then jump up and walk around twice before going back. Of course, there is no way to verify this matter.

Because even in the barracks, no one was lucky enough to see the sleeping position of Young Master Liuyun. Not to mention that it is absolutely impossible for people to dream about sharing the same bed, even if there is a living thing next to Young Master Liuyun. Life is in danger.

Xue Yi revealed his blood and sweat history of being a bodyguard for several months, even if Young Master Liu Yun slept like a dead pig, he is fully capable of killing the people around him while dreaming.

But now, this young master Liuyun, whose eyelids started to fight, and then lost consciousness.

Xiao Yichen frowned and pressed Xue Yi's wrist, turned his head and said: "Xiao Bai, do you think you are in charge of watching people, or are you in charge of picking medicine?"

Xue Yi stood up and glanced at Young Master Liu Yun, feeling helpless at Xiao Yichen's address, and patted the shoulder of the person opposite: "Take care of yourself."

"Of course, hero, you have to believe in Xiao's ability."

Xue Yi disappeared in an instant, and before leaving, she walked along the medicine list that Xiao Yichen had just put on the table when he entered the door.

Young Master Liuyun's situation is not optimistic, as soon as Xue Yi left, the formation outside the mountain showed that someone was coming.

Xiao Yichen tucked in the quilt and went out to make tea.

The first time Shangfang went to Changtian Qiushui, he felt that his fur coat was useless. Fortunately, he thought it was cold on the mountain, so he put on an extra one. Before he reached the gate, Shangfang pulled down his cloak and put it He got on the horse and walked in. He believed that Xiao Yichen was already waiting for someone.

"Master Shang, long time no see." The picturesque Cui Hanying, dressed in white, sat on the floor, with the scent of flowers and tea, Shang Fang felt that he could understand how it was said in the martial arts that the autumn water in the sky was as beautiful as a fairyland.

"Xiao Xianren, it's been a long time." Shang Fang bowed his hands and sat down opposite Xiao Yichen, "Xiao Xianren came back from the dead again, and he must also feel that the situation is difficult."

"When the time comes, the souls that shouldn't disappear will naturally come back. I don't know what the leader Shang plans to do in the future."

"I am coming to Changtian Qiushui, and I just want to ask Xiao Xianren for some advice."

"It's rare for the leader to take the initiative to ask for advice. It seems that it is really a problem. Xiao Mou's four years of not asking about world affairs is not a good goal."

"Shang still believes that Wulin's myth of immortality and Wugou Yunlian will be the lifeline of the common people, just like in the past four years, countless knights in the rivers and lakes have passed on the merits of Xiao Xianren and believed in this legend."

"Legend? Xiao is just doing his best. How can outsiders tell the story, how can Xiao interfere."

"Shang, I just want to know the result of Xiao Xianren's departure from the mountain."

"Leader, you are getting impatient. Has it been the days of hard fighting that made you lose your original stability?" Xiao Yichen's playful eyes slightly curved, and he raised his head to take a sip of tea, "The world without Xiao is still the world, isn't it? ?"

"A world without Xiao Xianren will be a nightmare for many people."

"The alliance leader praises Miao. Without Xiao Yichen, there will still be many people with lofty ideals. The existence of the Martial Arts League is not evidence. This nightmare will wake up one day."

"The Martial Arts Alliance can be Xiao Xianren's best support."

"The leader's words are wrong. It is Xiao who can be the best support for the Wulin League."

"Ha, Shang has been looking forward to this sentence for a long time."

"Similarly, Xiao can also be a good help to anyone." Xiao Yichen unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and the lotus fragrance was accompanied by the cold sandalwood. Changtian Qiushui still has a guest room where the lord can rest."

"No, I'll take my leave now."

Shang Fang got up quickly, he and Xiao Yichen had been friends for a few years, drinking tea and chatting with Xiao Yichen, both hard and soft, if they insisted on not finding a reason, why not just get up and say goodbye, go back to the Wulin League to see the news, it is better than practicing Tai Chi here Much more useful.

"Leader, walk slowly, the mountain road is rough, pay attention to your steps." Xiao Yichen smiled lightly and sent Shang Fang to the door, before leaving, he added, "Xiao has not seen senior Jing Kong for many years, I don't know how he is, if the leader is lucky enough to meet, please take Xiao's place Someone conveyed that Xiao will definitely visit on another day to discuss Buddhist principles with his seniors."

"Definitely." Shang Fang cupped his fists and saluted Xiao Yichen, and disappeared from Xiao Yichen's sight in a blink of an eye.

Everything in Ghost City has been stable and peaceful recently. Of course, the coach Tuoba Junyi was bored and went outside to drink. He accidentally ran into Yu Jianxin who was being hunted down, and then rescued him by the way. If something doesn't count.

At this time, Yu Jianxin was sitting in an unknown open space playing the piano, and in front of him was Tuoba Junyi who was waving his sword and blade, fighting to the death, exchanging ideas, what is an exchange, as long as he can't kill anyone.

Yu Jianxin said that I have a headache and don't want to take care of it at all. The forces of Zuimenglou are scattered all over the place, and I and Ren are hiding here. I'm afraid I can't even find the pigeon used by Prince Liuyun to send messages.

It was a rare holiday, and Ruofeng, who was still resting with injuries and special approval, heard the sound of fighting and came over to take a look. He raised his sword without saying a word, and separated the two of them abruptly.

Tuoba Junyi hurriedly changed hands in the middle of the sword path, and the sword energy cut down a forest behind: "Stinky boy, do you want to die?"

Ruofeng cleared his throat: "Your Highness, it's His Majesty who sent a message. I'm free today. I want to invite Mo Die to drink tea."

"Drink tea, drink tea, they drink theirs, blade, let's continue."

Yan shook his head: "Your Highness's swordsmanship has reached its peak, our competition is meaningless."

"What is meaningless? I think you are having a good time playing."

Ruofeng is sweating profusely by the side, and he obviously has no expression, how do you see that he is happy?

"This is the difference between life and death." The long sword sheathed back, and left with Yu Jianxin who got up to say goodbye.

"Hey, this person is usually quite open-minded, why is he so stubborn." Tuoba Junyi shook his head, grabbed the wine gourd next to him and continued to drink.

"Your Highness, the paperwork sent by General Bai has piled up in your room." Ruofeng reminded kindly beside him.

"Stinky boy, how many times have I told you to call me senior sister, alas, why did my mother soften your heart and leave you in Pingcheng? I came to the border with me earlier, how can there be so many things, Yunli's coffin-faced old lady looked at you Not happy."

"Senior Sister, it was you who refused to let me follow you."

"Let's call her Eldest Sister, it sounds smoother. Also, what do you mean I won't let you follow? That's bullshit. Can you listen to that lazy Yu Ziqing, not to mention that he is lazy and cheap."

"Sister, you have to trust Mr. Yu's news network, the present newspaper, isn't it enough that you have been tossed about before?"

"Bah, bah, whoever you heard it from, that guy is pretending to be disabled in Pingcheng, no matter how long his hands are, he can't control the border. He's called His Highness, no big or small."

Before Tuoba Zishu could finish his words, Yunli approached him with a black face: "Your Highness, the general has seen some letters from Pingcheng, so I think it's better for His Highness to read them in person."

"What? Didn't I say that since the emperor is here, if you have anything to do, just go to him?"

"No, this matter is not very good for His Majesty." Yun Li thought for a while, and added, "It's not very good for Your Highness."