little wolf cub

In front of the mountain gate of the Chongshan School, Wen Fuge sat alone on the nine-nine-level ladder, her snow-colored skirt was stained with grass clippings on the stone ladder, but she didn't care.

She looked into the distance, her expression seemed to be careless, but there was some subtle anticipation and loneliness in her eyes, as if she was waiting for someone.

But that person might not come.

"Fuge?" A soft call came from behind her, Wen Fuge turned his head, and Cheng Zhenlu, who was dressed in red, just walked up to her.

"Why are you sitting here again?" Cheng Zhenlu asked.

"Fourth Senior Sister." Wen Fuge raised his head and smiled: "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Cheng Zhenlu sat down beside Wen Fuge, "I'm here to find you."

"Fourth Senior Sister has something to do with me?" Wen Fuge looked at Cheng Zhenlu and asked.

"It's nothing." Cheng Zhenlu's expression distorted slightly, "It's just that the second senior brother's birthday is approaching,...the senior senior brother said so badly that he wants to learn needlework from you so that he can make a piece for the second senior brother. clothes……"

Wen Fuge: "..."

Cheng Zhenlu rubbed her face in a breakdown, she took a deep breath, and then continued: "He has a lot of things and can't leave him for a while, so let me tell you."

"I didn't find you when I went to Chunqiu Peak, so I thought you must be here."

"For the past six months, you have taken root at the mountain gate of the Chongshan School." Cheng Zhenlu frowned suspiciously: "Are you waiting for someone?"

Wen Fuge lowered his eyes slightly, but Cheng Zhenlu didn't see the uncontrollable look in his eyes.

"No, I just think the scenery here is beautiful." Wen Fuge replied.

"I've lived here for a hundred years, why do I suddenly feel that the scenery here is beautiful?" Cheng Zhenlu looked sideways at Wen Fuge.

"Haven't gotten tired of watching it for more than half a year?"

"Maybe I'll get tired of watching it after a while..."

This sentence is quite meaningful, Cheng Zhenlu couldn't help but glanced at Wen Fuge, but Wen Fuge's expression was as usual, nothing unusual.

Cheng Zhenlu frowned slightly.

At this moment, a group of people were slowly walking up the nine-nine-fold ladder in the distance.

The leader is a woman in a palace skirt, with a silver lining between her eyebrows.

Cheng Zhenlu has seen this woman too many times.

Ming Poxing, the head disciple of Yingyue Palace.

Cheng Zhenlu sighed impatiently, she immediately pinched her fingers, and casually cast a blindfold to hide her and Wen Fuge's figures.

After a long time, the pedestrian finally climbed the mountain ladder of the Chongshan School, and walked past Cheng Zhenlu and Wen Fuge.

"Recently, people from Yingyue Palace are still coming frequently." After the group of people walked away, Wen Fuge looked at Cheng Zhenlu, rolled his eyes, and showed a hint of cunning in his smile.

Cheng Zhenlu smiled, bent her index finger, and tapped Wen Fuge's forehead.

"The person from Yingyue Palace knows all about the three realms of mind, and all things are dealt with by the elder brother, so we can just watch the excitement."

"It's been almost a hundred years, and the master Shen is both talented and beautiful, and he is still in love with the third senior brother under the stars. He is indeed a true lover." Wen Fuge said.

"So what if you are really infatuated?" The mountain wind was blowing, carrying the fragrance of the forest, Cheng Zhenlu looked at Lin Tao rising from the clouds and mists in the distance, and said with a joke: "If you meet the wood like the third senior brother, if it doesn't suit him Mind, no matter how deep the love is like the sea, it is useless."

Wen Fuge was amused by Cheng Zhenlu's words, "If the third senior brother hears this, he will have to be cold-faced again."

Cheng Zhenlu snorted with a smile when she heard the words. She was dressed in red, and the smile at the end of her eyes made her already beautiful eyebrows even more eye-catching.

The Yi Ning sword was attached to her waist, not showing half of the forceful aura of the past, and it was rare to be quiet and docile.

"Our third senior brother is good everywhere, but his temper is too cold, and occasionally he has to imitate the second senior brother's cold face."

"I don't know which fairy will be able to hook him in the future." Cheng Zhenlu smiled pretendingly.

"If she can really abduct my third senior brother who is not warmed by ordinary people, she will be considered to have great powers." Wen Fuge said with a smile.

After laughing, Cheng Zhenlu stood up, patted his dress, and said, "Okay, don't sit here anymore, you're not bored."

She pulled up Wen Fuge who was sitting on the ladder, and patted some grass clippings on her skirt by the way.

"Walk around, let's watch the excitement, maybe we can catch up."

"What are you watching?" Wen Fuge asked in confusion as she was pulled by Cheng Zhenlu and walked forward quickly.

"Today, there are a lot of affairs in the Chongshan Sect. Senior Brother has not been away from the Director's Pavilion since early today. He is so busy that he is dizzy. The people from Yingyue Palace came at a bad time." Cheng Zhenlu raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?" Will Senior Brother let them disturb Senior Senior Brother?"

Wen Fuge and Cheng Zhenlu looked at each other, she blinked, and immediately understood.

Chongshan was a little far away from the mountain gate, and they couldn't help spending some time on the road.When they had just landed on the top of Chongshan Mountain and before they entered the house, they heard Fang Churan's indifferent voice from inside the house: "Everyone, please go back, and take this gift back with me. I will not be rewarded for my Chongshan Sect's meritorious service. I'm afraid I won't accept it." Sorry."

"Peak Master Fang..." As soon as Fang Churan finished speaking, a female voice sounded a little eager.

As soon as Cheng Zhenlu and Wen Fuge stepped into the room, the female voice suddenly stopped.Ming Poxing stood in the room, looked at Cheng Zhenlu, Wen Fuge and Er, who entered the room, and saluted each of them.

"Master Cheng Feng."

"Master Wenfeng."

Wen Fuge nodded slightly, and accepted the gift in return, while Cheng Zhenlu just said "Yes" and accepted the gift.

"Why are you here?" Fang Churan sat on the upper seat in the room with a cup of tea by his side, looking at Wen Fuge and Cheng Zhenlu in surprise.

"I planned to come and see the senior brother and the second senior brother, but I didn't expect to run into the envoy from Yingyue Palace, so I disturbed you."

Cheng Zhenlu, who said "excuse me", blinked at Fang Churan without blushing, smiled wantonly, and sat down at random in the room.

Wen Fuge met Fang Churan's gaze, stuck out his tongue secretly, and sat beside Cheng Zhenlu.

Seeing them like this, Fang Churan understood.

These two people just came here to cause trouble.

But now he couldn't spare the energy to teach these two people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. He took a sip of the broken tea again, looked at Ming Poxing who still had no intention of retreating, and frowned involuntarily.

Ming Po Xingquan didn't understand Fang Churan's intention to drive away the guests, she faced Fang Churan's cold expression, and calmly wiped the cold sweat from her palms.

"Peak Lord Fang." She said: "We just want to know where True Monarch Yuanshan went to practice. It doesn't need to be too detailed, just a direction is enough."

"For the sake of our Yingyue Palace and Chongshan Sect's harmony and friendship in recent years, and also for the sake of... and the infatuation of our head, Master Fang, tell me to wait."

The waiter next to him quickly served tea to Cheng Zhenlu and Wen Fuge who were sitting on the side. Cheng Zhenlu took a sip of the tea, and when Wen Fuge looked at the tea, he put down the teacup in a lack of interest Looking down, he lowered his voice and asked, "Do you not like it?"

Wen Fuge nodded slightly.

Wen Fuge has a mild temper, and has never been a spoiled temper. She is free to do everything she wants, but she is extremely strict with tea. Ordinary tea cannot enter her mouth at all, and only a few kinds of tea can satisfy her.

Among these kinds of tea, she is most satisfied with the "Feng Hanxue" grown in the snow and fog on the back mountain of Lingshuang Peak.

In the past when Lin Yu was around, his apprentice Fuxuan took care of all the affairs of Lingshuang Peak, big and small, and handled everything properly. Every year when he chose new tea, he would be sent to each peak, especially Chunqiu Peak.

Wen Fuge drank the tea especially quickly, and she could finish grinding the tea sent by Ling Shuangfeng in about a few months. Usually, Lin Yu would calculate the time for Fuxuan to send some more. Now that Lin Yu is not here, Fuxuan also Not here, Ling Shuangfeng has always had a lot of people, and the trivial matter of delivering tea to Chunqiufeng was completely ignored.

"It's okay, let's sneak to Lingshuang Peak later, there should be some tea in the room of the third senior brother..." Cheng Zhenlu whispered.

Before he finished speaking, Fang Churan, who was sitting in front of him, gave Cheng Zhenlu a warning look.

Cheng Zhenlu hastily looked at his nose, nose and heart.

"I don't know where my third junior brother is now. Even if I know, without my third junior brother's consent, I'm afraid he will be unhappy, so I have nothing to say." Fang Churan's brows had already fainted after being socialized for too long. There is a look of impatience, and the words are much colder.

"How does Peak Master Fang know that True Monarch Yuanshan is unwilling?" Ming Poxing asked.

"If he wishes." Fang Chu ran a contemptuous look at Ming Po Xing: "Do you still need to come here from time to time?"

The sudden sharp words made the unexpected Ming Poxing's face feel hot. She gritted her teeth secretly. The reason why the master of Feijingfeng circled around.

At least Yan Bo, who hides needles in the cotton, won't make them so embarrassing.

But today Yan Bo was busy with affairs, and Fang Churan stopped them outside the director's cabinet without retreating, and was extremely resolute not to let them disturb Yan Bo.She had no choice but to bite the bullet and deal with Fang Churan.

Ming Poxing took a deep breath, and she said in a deep voice: "Peak Master Fang, although True Monarch Yuanshan may be devoted to Taoism now, who can tell what will happen in the future?"

Fang Churan's eyes flickered with a gleam of deep meaning, he looked at Ming Poxing and said, "Of course no one can tell what will happen in the future, but right now, please leave my Chongshan Sect."

He put down the tea cup in his hand, and there was a crisp sound between the bottom of the cup and the wooden table.

"Don't disturb my peace."