The villain holds on to the script

Li Linyuan was finally defeated by the soft and waxy "immortal" one after another.

"I helped him search and found the location. He jumped into the ice lake in a hurry and didn't know what to fish for. He was freezing. I had to help him keep out the cold." He held an umbrella and walked forward with some enthusiasm. He didn't seem to have the dignity and majesty that an immortal should have, and he seemed like an angry child, full of complaints.

Shi Yu followed, and after a moment of silence, she nodded repeatedly: "The Immortal is right."

Li Linyuan kept complaining: "I am not the bastard in the wishing pool of the Queen Mother of the West. Whatever he asks for, I will answer."

Shi Yu echoed: "The Immortal is right."

Just like that, with you complaining and me coaxing, the two of them walked to the guest room, and Li Linyuan finally vomited away the unhappiness in his heart.

He closed the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the snow on it, and opened the door.

Stepping forward with his front feet, he looked up and saw Mr. Fang with his wide open collar. He quickly turned around and closed the door, shutting the little sparrow in before he could follow him. He walked quickly and grabbed Fang Huaixu's collar tightly. He quickly returned and opened the door.

Shi Yu was neither angry nor annoyed. She sat obediently in front of the steps, holding her face in her hands and looking up at the snowy scene.

Hearing the "squeaking" sound behind him, he turned his head and glanced, calling lightly: "Immortal Lord."

Li Linyuan explained: "Just now he..."

Shi Yu made a sound and waved her hand: "It's okay, I understand."

Li Linyuan:?

He walked down the steps, walked around to the little sparrow, and laughed dumbly: "What do you know?"

Shi Yu stared at the Immortal Lord and blinked twice, retracted her hands into her sleeves, curled up into a ball, lowered her head, and spoke slowly and hesitantly: "Si Ming...showed me the spring opera picture."

Li Linyuan stumbled and almost fell down.

"Immortal Lord." Shi Yu suddenly raised her head, her shining eyes filled with girlish curiosity, "Have you seen it?"

Another stagger.

"The ground, the ground is slippery." Li Linyuan pointed to the two long footprints on the ground, his ears were red, he coughed awkwardly, and pointed to the sky, "It's snowing, it's pretty heavy, come in, come in the house. "He touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment and entered the room with stiff fingers.

I thought to myself: "I will give Si Ming a good lesson when I turn around and teach him some bad things."

Shi Yu obediently responded, brushed off the snow that had fallen on her clothes, and went to the guest room together.

There is a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the house, combined with a slightly stronger horse hoof incense, like autumn rain, which instantly washes away the fatigue on the body, making people calm and comfortable.

"Here." Li Linyuan handed over the pills, "It's more effective than ginger tea in repelling cold."

I went naked to the ice cellar for three days and three nights. After taking one pill, the coldness dissipated and I immediately became full of energy.

The incense was placed in front of the table against the wall. There was a painting hanging on it. Shi Yu pointed at the painting and said, "Did the Second Young Master just look at this picture of a spring play?"

No wonder the Immortal Lord turned her away in a panic.

Siming said that men always like to look secretly. She didn't understand why they wanted to look secretly. She was too lazy to think about the reason. She just thought it was because of different hobbies and habits.

"cough!"

"Cough cough!"

The elixir that melted in your mouth turned into sweet water before you could swallow it when you heard these words.Fang Huaixu choked and coughed violently, his whole face so red that he almost bled.

The two men looked at the place pointed by the little girl and realized that this picture of spring play was not that picture of spring play.

——On the red scroll, a few birds flew in the sky with white clouds, a few trees with new buds stood on the edge of the field, and a group of people either played Cuju or gathered around to play chess.

"You, outing in spring." Fang Huaixu picked up the herbal tea on the coffee table next to the bed, drank it all in one gulp, and said every word very clearly, "Wang Yi made it and named it "outing in spring."

One word difference, the meaning is completely different.

"Oh." Shi Yu scratched her head, frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "Si Ming clearly said that this kind of pictures are all called spring opera pictures."

Li Linyuan: ...I will definitely knock down the Siming Palace when I turn around.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

It makes people want to dig through a crack in the ground and crawl in.

He looked left and right, and his eyes fell on the jade hairpin that Fang Huaixu was rubbing in his hand. He raised his eyebrows: "The hairpin is quite unique."

"Ah? Well, yes." Fang Huaixu was startled. He felt that the topic changed too suddenly. Then he thought about it and realized that he should change the topic quickly. Don't stay on the picture, so he followed the immortal's words. Xia said, "Ayao uses the finest Hetian jade."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the plum blossom hosta, his eyes as soft as a pool of spring water.

After a pause, she added: "She gave it to me to keep me safe. For this reason, she even went to the Zijin Temple in the suburbs to have it consecrated by the master."

Purple Gold Temple.

Li Linyuan squinted his eyes and murmured to himself, half sighing and half urging: "You must keep it well."

Fang Huaixu smiled brightly: "Of course, Ayao gave this to me."

"Time is tight, so we won't be attending the banquet. I'll take her to the temple." After Li Linyuan finished speaking, he pulled Shi Yu out. The second young master's doubts and dissuasion were all like the wind in his ears - gently blowing, a Not a single word was heard.

After finding a secluded and uninhabited place, he put one hand around Shi Yu's waist and raised his other hand a little higher. The wind picked up at his feet and they soared into the sky. Two figures streaked across the sky like shooting stars and ran towards the suburbs.

There are not many temples in the outskirts of Lingzhou City. Just as I was about to land and explore them one by one, I saw a temple covered in purple. When I got closer, I saw the four big characters on the plaque.

Li Linyuan stepped forward and knocked, and a young monk walked out. He clasped his hands and bowed to him: "Donor."

He said: "Call me your host."

The casual tone made the young monk a little unhappy: "Donor, we are hosting..."

Li Linyuan: "Just scream if I ask you to."

Shi Yu hurriedly stood between the two of them, fearing that they would quarrel.

She pushed the Immortal Lord back, turned to smile at the young monk, and said politely: "He has an important matter to discuss with the Master. The matter is imminent and cannot be delayed. His tone is a little impatient. I hope you will bear with me and help us. Please give me permission."

The young monk then said: "You guys wait here, I'll come as soon as I go."

After watching the people leave, Shi Yu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. She frowned and looked at the Immortal Lord: "Why did you come to the Zijin Temple all of a sudden?"

Li Linyuan smiled so hard that his eyebrows curled up: "You don't know anything, but you still speak so eloquently."

Shi Yu glanced over with a hint of complaint.

She knew that she was of low status, so she tried to persuade the only immortal in the world to restrain her temper, but she was always a bit ungrateful.So he ignored it and continued to ask: "Why?"

"The person Fang Huaixu misses in his heart and thinks about day and night is right next to him. If my guess is correct, half of Qing Yao's soul is still in the body and the other half is hidden in the hosta." In addition, Fang Huaixu said that Qing Yao Yao specifically asked the host to consecrate him, and Li Linyuan confirmed his thoughts.

Far away in the horizon, close in front of you, that's about it.