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"I want to join Fazong——!"

After Gu Yanlan said this, everyone was shocked.

"This matter is absolutely impossible!" Ren Wuxin was the first to object: "Gu Yanlan is the culprit that caused the change in Weiyang City. He must accept the interrogation of Dongxianyuan!"

Miaoxuanzi looked at Ren Wuxin unhurriedly: "Anyone who makes mistakes, no matter where he is, should pay the price for what he did. Even if he enters the Fazong, there will be no exception."

Shang Wuyong also objected: "But once Gu Yanlan joins Fazong, how to deal with it will become Fazong's internal affairs? No matter whether Fazong protects or punishes, I'm afraid it will attract criticism. Such a difficult but thankless matter, Why does the suzerain need to intervene?"

But Miaoxuanzi asked Shang Wuyong: "In this world, has there ever been something that no one criticized? If it were Dong Xianyuan, how would the punishment be?"

Shang Wuyong said: "Naturally, we should save it for tomorrow, and we will discuss it together during the Cultivation Conference."

Miao Xuanzi ignored his logic, and still turned his gaze back to Gu Yanlan who was prostrate on the ground.

"The so-called capital punishment in various sects is nothing more than destroying his body, destroying his seven souls, and throwing his three souls into reincarnation. Could it be that this is what you want to do to Gu Yanlan?"

"..." Ren Wuxin and Shang Wuyong fell silent at the same time.

Although the incident in Weiyang City was full of turmoil, deep down in their hearts, they obviously still had a little affection for this little junior, and they didn't really want to make trouble to the point where they needed to personally send him into the Guizhen Furnace and his soul be separated.

However, if he is not punished, how can he be worthy of the implicated ghosts in the city and the disciples of Dongxianyuan who died innocently and tragically?

Under the contradiction between the two, Ren Wuxin suddenly asked Miaoxuanzi: "I don't know what the suzerain plans to do?"

Miaoxuanzi only said four words: "Heavenly Demon Tries the Fire."

Immediately, there was another startled discussion all around.

"Heavenly Demon Tribulation Fire?" Lian Zhuxian from the Nanzhao Mountains once again felt his own blockage, "...what is that?"

"It's Fazong's death penalty for sinners, but it's also a kind of rebirth." Feng Zhangjun said simply, "Perhaps it's not safer than the initiation ceremony of your Five Immortals Sect."

"Wait a minute!" Ren Wuxin objected immediately, "If Yan Lan can't pass the trial of Heavenly Demon Tribulation Fire, then everything he knows will perish. I absolutely cannot approve it!"

"Wuxin is right." Shang Wuyong also agreed, and even ventured to say: "Unless, the Suzerain deliberately wants to hide something."

"Hmph!" Miao Xuanzi flicked his sleeves, obviously disdainful to refute Shang Wuyong's accusation.

He looked at Gu Yanlan who was on the ground again: "The sky demon will rob the fire, are you willing?"

Gu Yanlan was obviously taken aback for a moment, but a gorgeous flower of madness bloomed in her eyes immediately.

"I will... I will!!" He responded loudly, his hoarse voice echoing in the dawn morning wind.

Shang Wuyong and Ren Wuxin showed complicated expressions at the same time.Others were also at odds.

At the same time, Feng Zhangjun took a step forward silently, and spoke again: "The disaster in Weiyang City today is not caused by the Kanto Xianyuan family, and it is very likely that it has something to do with the incident in Xixianyuan. Gu Yanlan returns to the Eastern Immortal Origin, and after everyone has clarified the ins and outs, it will not be too late to decide whether to practice the way of the Heavenly Demon to rob the fire."

As soon as the words came out, many bystanders nodded in agreement.Miaoxuanzi didn't insist any more, and with just a wink, two members of the Fazong stepped forward and took Gu Yanlan down.Gu Yanlan didn't resist at all, but smiled at the corner of her mouth, as if she had received some great reward.

After subduing Gu Yanlan, everyone in the Fazong returned to the East Immortal Origin first.Seeing that the sky was getting brighter and brighter, a few cock crows could be faintly heard from the ruins.Another night in Weiyang City has passed, but the red sun has not yet broken through the clouds.

A few people were left to check the battlefield in the city and search for the wounded.The rest of the people, including Feng Zhangjun and Lian Zhuxian, all set off to return to the East Immortal Source, preparing to participate in the comprehension conference.

Since Ren Wuxin was a ghost, it was enshrined in a paper umbrella, but it asked Yanying, not Shang Wuyong, to take it with him by name.

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The messy Weiyang City has gradually gone away, and Dongxianyuan, which is only a few mountains away, is welcoming the still beautiful and peaceful morning.The wisteria flowers and willow shades are swaying softly in the morning breeze. On the smooth surface of the mirror, the night candles in the stone niches have just been extinguished, dragging wisps of black smoke.

When everyone arrived at the big island of East Immortal Source, there were already many disciples from the medical office waiting at the pier.They immediately took care of all the wounded, and the remaining uninjured disciples also went to the medical office to help and take care of them.

At the same time that there was a lot of commotion, some disciples came to report that Dongxianyuan had to discuss the matter of Weiyang City behind closed doors first, and asked Feng Zhangjun and Lian Zhuxian to return to the small island guest house to rest for a while. Someone will visit the door and invite them to attend the comprehension conference.

Lian Zhuxian's heart is also clear - this closed-door discussion, probably it is a matter of Shang Wuyong and Ren Wuxin.In the chaos of Weiyang City, although Shang Wuyong was used by Gu Yanlan, he made the big mistake of being paralyzed and leading wolves into the house after all.What's more, he repeatedly entrusted Gu Yanlan to buy items privately from the so-called "ghost market", which also violated Dongxianyuan's family rules.

In the final analysis, it was Shang Wuyong's selfish intention to break the ban, which gave Gu Yanlan an opportunity to take advantage of.

Not to mention, back then Shang Wuyong planned to use the Beast Heart Stone to eliminate Ren Wuxin's cultivation, which indirectly caused Ren Wuxin to go mad and die. With the temper of headmaster Yu Dieying, I'm afraid she wouldn't turn a blind eye and just sit back and watch.

Although he was very curious about what would happen in the Bicao Kunyao Building at this moment, Lian Zhuxian didn't want to follow him to see it—after all, there was something that made him blush and heartbeat, and secretly looking forward to it.

I have already woken up from the wine last night, so will the love last night continue?

After leaving the big island, Lian Zhuxian and Feng Zhangjun returned to the wisteria courtyard along the same road.When passing the last small bridge, Feng Zhangjun waved his sleeves as usual to cast a barrier.But this time, Lian Zhuxian didn't find a frog to act as a guard—of course, somewhere deep in his selfishness, he didn't want to be disturbed by the frog again.

The two returned to the yard in silence.The wisteria is still in full bloom like a waterfall, and it has piled up a thick layer on the ground.And the wine jars and cups that were used last night were still placed in disorder on the stone table.

Half of the edge of the rattan couch was pulled off by the rattan and fell to the ground.It seemed to remind them of what happened last night after Feng Zhangjun got drunk.

Every time he took an extra step towards the bed, Lian Zhu Xian's heart would beat a few more beats, and his breathing would also become faster.

He knew that his bewilderment was all because he cared too much about Feng Zhangjun beside him, but he knew what to do, lovesickness has no cure since ancient times.

On the contrary, Feng Zhangjun quickly pulled Bo was away, cleared a small space on the rattan couch, and let Lian Zhuxian sit on the edge of the couch with him.

"Hand, come." He ordered Zhu Xian to take off his gloves, revealing the wound on his palm.

"It's much better." Lian Zhu Xian spread his hands obediently, the wounds on both sides had stopped bleeding.Perhaps it was because of Yun Cang's elixir that there was not even the usual redness and swelling.

But Mr. Fengzhang did not take it lightly, and wiped Lian Zhuxian's palm with wine again, then applied the medicine again, and carefully bandaged it.

"At least today, the wound should not touch water." He urged while bandaging, "If there is anything urgent, just ask me to help. Do you hear me?"

"En." Lian Zhuxian enjoyed Feng Zhangjun's gentle and considerate service, and his heart felt warm and crisp.

He watched Fengzhangjun swipe slowly in his palm, and suddenly in his mind, in Xiangpei, Fengzhangjun slipped his hand into his glove, hinting and ambiguous, but forced by the situation. Things that had to come to an abrupt end.

It wasn't right just now, so what about now?

It is estimated that Feng Zhangjun will not take the initiative for a second time.As soon as Lian Zhuxian thought, he moved his fingers twice, and all of them happened to be scratched in Feng Zhangjun's palm.

The mountain is not just me, I will be the mountain, at worst, he will take the initiative to tease him this time.

Although there was still a distance of a layer of gloves, Feng Zhangjun immediately stopped the movement of his hands, raised his head, and the two looked at each other at a very close distance.

At this moment, it was neither a drunken moonlit night nor a blurred illusion. Although the wisteria covered the sky above the head, the sunlight was still bright enough to see every subtle expression on each other's faces clearly.

Seven points of sincerity, two points of nervousness, and a little... embarrassment.

Suddenly, Lian Zhuxian burst out laughing with a "puchi".

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Zhangjun thought the atmosphere was just right, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his puzzlement.

Lian Zhu Xian finally stopped laughing, and looked at Feng Zhangjun with green eyes that were still full of smiles: "I laugh that the two of us are almost [-] years old together, why do we still look like children in our teens?"

At this point, he paused for a moment, his smile slowly disappeared, and then asked in a low voice: "... last night, what you said after you were drunk, does it still count?"

"..." Feng Zhangjun wanted to answer directly, but he suddenly felt teasing, and deliberately asked: "Then what you said, does it count?"

"Of course." Lian Zhu Xian was very straightforward, "I'm not drunk."

Feng Zhangjun stared at his bright green eyes under the long eyelashes, and gently hooked the corners of his mouth: "Then what I say counts."

After saying that, he suddenly leaned towards Lian Zhu Xian.

Instinct made Lian Zhuxian back slightly, but he quickly stabilized his body.

As expected, the close eye contact was still too reluctant, Lian Zhu Xian could only lower his eyes and focus on Feng Zhangjun's lips.

closer, closer...

Suddenly, Lian Zhuxian realized that it wasn't Fengzhangjun approaching, but that he had actively pasted it bit by bit.

However, it doesn't matter what.

The moment the lips touched each other, a strong love was released from Lian Zhu Xian's chest.He closed his eyes forgetfully, and at the same time went forward, completely throwing himself into Feng Zhangjun's generous and reliable arms.

Without the intoxicating smell of alcohol from last night, he began to smell the faint scent of Baihe on Feng Zhangjun's body again—this kind of solemn atmosphere that should have permeated the temple, but at this moment was ironed by the body temperature and transformed into something else. A tantalizing fragrance.

Every time you take a breath, you sink a little deeper, but you can't sink to the end anyway.

Just when the kiss deepened to the verge of suffocation, Lian Zhuxian suddenly trembled slightly, and opened his eyes in a daze.

There was a sudden chill on his neck, as if an ice cube had been brushed against him.He subconsciously reached out and touched it, but found nothing.

"It's the temporary Taoist seal that has expired."

Feng Zhangjun still held Lian Zhuxian's shoulder with one hand, but stroked his neck with the other hand, and whispered against his earlobe at the same time: "...Do you need me to make it up now?"

Lian Zhu Xian's heart was itchy again after being teased by him, but he wanted to mend Feng Zhangjun's neck even more.

But he still held back after all - what's more, as a Nanzhao person, he didn't know how to tie the Taoist seal.

"It's better... let's say goodbye." On the verge of complete collapse, he managed to regain his senses, "The Cultivation Conference will be held soon, let others find out, it will be useless."

"That's right." Feng Zhangjun nodded, "I was impatient."

Irritated... the majestic Feng Zhangjun is also impatient?

Lian Zhuxian chewed this sentence, the more he tasted, the sweeter he felt it, and when he realized that he couldn't control his expression, it was too late, and he just smiled foolishly in front of Feng Zhangjun.

Feng Zhangjun's eyes were fixed on Lian Zhuxian's silly smile, staring intently, as if possessed by a demon.

"...you are so pretty."

It is indeed a clumsy compliment that is not as good as that of a teenager, and it is too inconsistent with Feng Zhangjun's usual steady style, but it is this abnormality that makes this sentence particularly moving.

Lian Zhu Xian couldn't remember how many times he had heard similar praises, but he was very sure that he would never forget this sentence only this time.

He was intoxicated by this praise, and his eyes became moist.

Feng Zhangjun chuckled silently, took off his gloves, and lifted Lian Zhuxian's chin.The slightly cool fingers touched the soft and warm skin, and soon became warm.

The author has something to say: Fengzhang-Jun: Finally, Ah-Ting confessed on his own initiative!

Lian Zhu Xian: Didn't you take the initiative? !

Feng Zhangjun: You took the initiative to kiss me

Lian Zhuxian: You were the one who came up first!

Don't care so much after talking about love~~~

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The four words Tianmo Jiehuo are actually the title of the picture album of the Holy Tranquility, which is my enlightenment manga, but when I was young, I really thought that Yasha and Ashura were father and son, and King Shura and Indra were deadly enemies... looking at what……

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