A great relationship

"This is the territory of Zhenwu Yuanjun."

"Zhenwu Yuanjun, oh, I remember, that local god who neglected his duties, let the demons enter Guanshan in Penglai, Beibo three hundred years ago, and was later demoted to Xihuangliu Island. Why do you mention this guy?"

"Let us seek his asylum!"

Si Nanyi raised his eyebrows and said: "Beg him!"

"Ah."

Si Nanyi hesitated a little and said: "It's not that I can't bring myself to do this. Back then, when Zhen Wu Yuanjun was banished to this Xihuang Liudao, I also had a part in the credit."

Shangguan Jian was surprised: "You got involved in that matter too."

Si Nanyi nodded, "Yeah."

"It can't be because of Qin Tian again."

Seeing Si Nanyi remained silent, Shangguan Jian knew that his guess was almost right.

"Nothing good will happen if you get entangled with him."

Si Nanyi said: "What does it have to do with him? That matter concerns the lives of six gods. Zhenwu Yuanjun deserved it. Exile is too easy for him."

"Then how do you know that the demons entering Guanshan weren't caused by him?"

"No, not because of him!"

"Then why was he the only one who survived unscathed?"

"that is because……"

Si Nanyi paused.

Shangguan Jian said again: "Why? Look, even you don't believe it."

After a moment of silence, Si Nanyi said firmly with a serious look on his face: "I believe him. He is not the kind of person who would abandon his fellow disciples in danger, and he will never betray them! Even if he is from the demon clan!"

Seeing a layer of gloom on Si Nanyi's face, Shangguan Jian waved his hand and said, "Don't mention him. Every time you mention him, your face wrinkles into a ball."

"Go ahead, I'll cover for you."

"If you want to go, we'll go together. If you want me to leave you behind, then what kind of brother are we?"

"That's better than two people dying together."

Shangguan Jian said solemnly: "Let's go together. If you don't leave, I will never live alone."

Si Nanyi let out a long sigh and compromised: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

As soon as Shangguan Jian turned his head, he was knocked unconscious by Si Nanyi. He said guiltily:

"Big Cat, I'm sorry, I still can't let it go."

Si Nanyi helped Shangguan Jian up, took one of his hands and put it on his shoulder, and walked towards a temple with a plaque. On the plaque, there were large characters of dragon and phoenix dancing - Zhenwu Yuanjun Temple, and couplets on both sides below were written in small regular script - Ask for help in times of suffering, benefit the people, your merits are boundless and all requests will be answered.

Si Nanyi took a glance and frowned.

The temple has red walls and red lacquer wood, and the wall paint is peeling off. The red lanterns and god banners hanging on the beams of the main entrance are covered with dust, and there are many cobwebs in the corners. After crossing the high threshold, the inside is quite spacious, but looks a bit uneven. The incense burner and tripod stand in the middle hall, and three feet above the tripod is a clay statue of the god, the main colors of which are red and green. He stands, with dust on his shoulders, kind eyes and a long beard, he wears straight clothes and a crown, and holds a jade in his arms and a jade in his hands.

Si Nanyi took out a black incense stick, hesitated, and finally lit it and inserted it into the incense ash burner. Clouds of smoke appeared, and soon the sound of a loud bell was heard in the temple.

"Who calls me immortal?"

Si Nanyi shouted into the air: "Shi Tian Pavilion Shen Xing Division - Si Nanyi wants to see Zhenwu Yuanjun."

"Shitian Pavilion Shenxingsi, please tell me, what is your name?"

"Sinanyi."

"Sinan clan, a clan from the Northern Territory, what is your relationship with Sinan Territory?"

"He is my uncle."

"Bang!" There was a sound, like the sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground, and it lasted for a while.

The red walls and red paint of the wooden temple faded away, transforming into an exceptionally simple tiled house. Si Nanyi stood in the center of the house, at the innermost part of the hall, submerged in the shadows. The red and green clay sculpture of the Huai Jin holding Yu god also faded away... The light was a little dim.

Si Nanyi saw that Zhenwu Yuanjun, who used to hold a jade in his arms, had turned into a lame immortal with crutches. He walked with difficulty in front of Si Nanyi in the bright light. Even when he stood still, he was tilted like the four-legged incense burner in his temple!

In stark contrast to the statue of the god with kind eyes, untied beard, and proper attire and a crown, he had swollen eye bags and cloudy eyes, a wooden hair crown stuck askew, messy strands of hair hanging down, and his gray beard flying wildly as he spoke.

"During the Penglai Pass incident, I was deposed from the list of gods and exiled to this mortal island near the Western Wasteland Ghost Land. It was all because of you and your nephew. Now you have the nerve to come to me."

Si Nanyi gave a bitter smile. This guy was really petty. He still remembered it after three hundred years. However, he did not forget to say politely: "I am here to do you a favor."

Zhenwu Yuanjun sneered and said, "Favors. I am just a small local immortal, and I cannot afford the favors of the God of War."

Si Nanyi explained: "My Lord, you misunderstood. This favor belongs to someone else."

Zhen Wuyuan then noticed that Si Nanyi was supporting someone.

"he is?"

"The White Tiger lineage of Dongze, Shangguan Jian."

"Shangguan Jian, from the Dongze White Tiger lineage."

Seeing Shangguan Jian lying unconscious on Si Nanyi's shoulder, Zhenwu Yuanjun became suspicious and asked:

"What's up with him?"

Si Nanyi said: "We are being entangled by the demons and are imprisoned. We hope that the Immortal Lord can help us."

Zhenwu Yuanjun took a look at Si Nanyi, who looked carefree. He could not see at all that he was being entangled by the demon and was trapped in an awkward situation. He said: "I'm afraid this favor is not easy to come by. What kind of person did the God Lord offend?"

Si Nanyi said: "To be honest, he is a demon from the Twin Cities of the Demon Realm Mirror."

Zhenwu Yuanjun's beard trembled three times, and he said yin-yangly: "Mirror Twin Cities! The Lord of God is really amazing. He either didn't take any action, but he kicked the demon clan's nest with this kick. I really admire him."

Si Nanyi smiled sadly and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Anyway, Si Nanyi did not show any sense of defeat, so Zhenwu Yuanjun refused and said, "I can't help you. The wasteland of Liudao is far away from the Heavenly Palace, but it is quite close to the Demon Realm. If I help you rashly, I'm afraid the demons will come to my door and overturn my altar and burn my temple. We can't compare with you, the gods who are born with immortal fetuses. We are just local fairies who rely on the meager incense offerings from the human world to maintain our golden bodies. We can't afford to offend you!"

He is another one who is afraid of getting into trouble, but seeing that this impoverished immortal has no followers in the temple, he is afraid that "the clay Buddha cannot save himself when crossing the river". It is indeed difficult for him to meddle in other people's business, but he has no choice at the moment. Even if it is a life-saving straw, it is enough as long as it can save his life!

Although Si Nanyi had expected that things would not go smoothly, he did not expect that Zhenwu Yuanjun would be so disrespectful and refuse so directly!

Asking for help, bowing and scraping, pretending to be a grandson, Si Nanyi was born without the ability to do so. What should he do? Things need to be done, and people also ask for help. His uncle once taught him that even if he didn't bow his head, he could still get things done well, that is, get straight to the point and do good things for others.

What he always disdained most was this kind of flattery and the attempt to curry favor with others in socializing.

But now he had to bow his head.

He said, "I know that you are making trouble. There is a saying in the world that wealth and honor can only be found through danger. Immortal, if you help me this time and save the life of Shangguan Jian, the young master of Dongze in the Northern Wasteland, Dongze will definitely reward me handsomely. Even if it means reinstating me as a god in the immortal class, the Dongze White Tiger Clan will definitely help me with its status in the world. You don't have to stay on this island in the human world and beg for help from others to protect your body."

After listening for a long time, he realized that this benefit was indeed what Zhenwu needed now, and it had nothing to do with him, Si Nanyi. After all, he and the Si Nan lineage had a feud before. If Si Nanyi knelt down and begged him for help, he might feel even more ashamed and resolutely refuse.

Zhenwu Yuanjun asked curiously, "What about you?"

"I, I still have to deal with the demons, and it may not be easy to get out. Immortal Lord, just take care of the young master of Dongze, and I will deal with the demons. Immortal Lord, you can rest assured that I will never get you into trouble."

Zhenwu Yuanjun pondered for a long time and could not bear it. He said, "Leave the people here. As for you, take care of yourself!"

Seeing that he finally agreed, Si Nanyi thanked him and said, "Si Nanyi is here, thank you very much!"

After putting Shangguan Jian away, Yunyu came after him. He bowed his head and said, "Master Sinan,"

Si Nanyi raised his eyes and glanced at him, looking at the two large horns on his head that symbolized the demon race, and said: "Your horns grew quite fast."

Yunyu was stunned for a moment, but without saying much, he led Si Nanyi back to Skull Island.

"Master Sinan, please come this way..."

Just like in Qingfengju, Si Nanyi followed Yunyu to an elegant room. Hou Yanchen seemed to have just finished bathing, so Si Nanyi and Yunyu were waiting outside. After Yunyu informed him, Hou Yanchen, who was behind the screen, ordered the maid and Yunyu to leave. In the huge elegant room, only Hou Yanchen and Si Nanyi were left.

Hou Yanchen was changing clothes with his back to Si Nanyi. He hooked his finger at him, but Si Nanyi reluctantly stepped forward.

"Bring it here."

Si Nanyi tilted his head and was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Hou Yanchen turned around. He was wearing a clean white shirt, which was open wide, revealing his muscular chest. Below his chest was a tight waistline, and on both sides were six abdominal muscles that were as hard as rocks and clearly defined in all directions. When he was dressed, one could tell that he had a great figure, and this half-covered, half-exposed look gave off an alluring appeal.

Si Nanyi thought he was not bad, but when he met someone better, he couldn't help but give them a look.

Going down... Si Nanyi's brows twitched.

He saw a finger-long scar across Hou Yanchen's lower left abdomen, lurking on his sculpted body like a sleeping reptile, so eye-catching that it was impossible to ignore.

"My belt."

Hou Yanchen's deep voice came closer, and Si Nanyi reluctantly withdrew his gaze. He pretended to be dumbfounded and asked: "What belt?"

Hou Yanchen said: "The golden silk belt that you were tied with in Yihong Courtyard had gems and uncut jade on it, any one of which was worth a fortune."

Si Nanyi had a complicated expression on his face, but he immediately said calmly: "I don't know. Since it is so valuable, we should keep it well."

Hou Yanchen narrowed his eyes, stared at Si Nanyi and said: "Didn't I leave it with you for safekeeping?"

Si Nanyi said casually: "I didn't know it was so valuable. Maybe I threw it away accidentally."

"threw."

Si Nanyi nodded: "Yeah."

Knowing at a glance that he was lying, Hou Yanchen raised his eyebrows.

"Then give me yours."

Si Nanyi refused and said, "Why should I give you mine? A belt is so valuable, you must have more than one."

"I don't care. Since you threw it away accidentally, either compensate me with the same one or give me yours."

Seeing that Si Nanyi was still hesitating, Hou Yanchen took direct action and put his fingertips into his belt. When he thought of the passionate day in Yihong Courtyard, Si Nanyi's ears immediately turned red. He pushed him away with all his strength, untied his belt, pulled it off, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Take it! Take it! It's just a torn belt!"

Hou Yanchen took it, put on his clothes, tied his pants, looked around, and said unsatisfactorily: "It's a bit short."

Si Nanyi said angrily: "If you don't want it, give it back to me."

"It's barely taut. You should eat more on a normal day. Having a waist that's too thin is not a good thing."

"How does my thin waist bother you?"

Hou Yanchen stared at Si Nanyi's waist and said, "I'm afraid you can't stand me in the chuan."

Si Nanyi resisted the urge to swear: "I..."