Brother, this showman

When the two walked back to the inn, it was just after nightfall, and Xia Guang leisurely strolled in the world, leaving behind a patch of orange.

Song Jihua was huddling around the table and burying his head in the bowl of rice. When he raised his head again, he saw Ye Wenqing coming in. He quickly waved and said vaguely: "Brother Wenqing, Lianchen, where are you two going? Hurry over here Have a meal."

Ye Wenqing took a closer look, and saw a large table full of dishes, including braised beef brisket, stir-fried asparagus, eggplant with minced meat, and pork ribs soup with mushrooms. The tempting aroma turned into an invisible hand, tightly grasping the taste buds hold on.

Ye Wenqing lifted his robe and sat down, not forgetting to greet Feng Lianchen: "Junior brother, sit down and eat quickly, don't take advantage of Song Shiwen."

"it is good."

Feng Lianchen put the clothes in his hands aside, but Song Jihua saw them sharply: "Are you here to buy clothes?"

"Just now, the Guo family sent a servant to ask you if your clothes fit you well. After looking around but not seeing you, they left again." Song Jihua looked at Feng Lianchen suspiciously, "Does it really not fit?"

Ye Wenqing finally understood, glanced at Feng Lianchen from the corner of the eye, and snorted coldly, "You bastard, that little bit of tricks was on him."

"Forgot." Feng Lianchen said unnaturally, his eyes fell on Ye Wenqing, as if explaining, "Suddenly forgot."

Ye Wenqing ignored him, and lowered his head to eat, but looked at the dishes gradually piled up in the bowl, and the pair of chopsticks that never stopped, and sighed softly: "Don't pick up so much, I can't eat it."

"Brother." Feng Lianchen lowered his head and murmured, "I really forgot about this."

Ye Wenqing rolled her eyes a few times, and stretched out her hand to flick his head: "I didn't say anything about you, eat your food well."

The three of them buried their heads in eating, no one spoke, only the sound of chopsticks hitting the porcelain bowl could be heard.

After Ye Wenqing returned to the room, he smelled a burning smell. He was startled, and quickly looked at the candlestick, only to meet a pair of eyes filled with sorrow and anger.

"Is the food delicious?" Akabane Huofeng asked quietly.

Ye Wenqing saw the ashes of the paper at its feet and a small black spot at the corner of its mouth, and realized that this bird was just playing with fire blowing out of boredom.

"It's delicious in the world." Ye Wenqing deliberately tempted it, "It's a pity that you can't eat it."

"No, I can't afford it."

"You old bastard!" Akabane Huofeng couldn't hold back, "I went to patrol hard, and hurried back before half a stick of incense arrived. What about you? No one was there, and you were still chatting and laughing below Yes, it is simply devoid of conscience! The most hateful thing is that there is no role for me!"

"You, you, you bastard, you really can only be a bachelor for the rest of your life!" The more Chiyu Huofeng said, the more he felt that he was being forced, and fiddled with his eyes from time to time, "I have lived for hundreds of years anyway, the first Never meet a bastard like you!"

"Huh?" Ye Wenqing put his hand on its tail, his tone slightly raised, and he smiled harmlessly, "I will give you the dignity of being a bird again."

"Master Ye." Akabane Huofeng closed his eyes, and said inconscientiously, "You are the most beautiful in the world, so you won't be as knowledgeable as this lively, lovely and kind-hearted beast, right?"

"Let's talk." Ye Wenqing had no intention of getting into trouble with it, "What did you see?"

"A group of dead people! It's dark." Chiyu Huofeng said with lingering fear, "How did you find this dilapidated place? There are not many normal places."

"Dead people?" Ye Wenqing was slightly surprised, his scalp tingling, "You mean this town is full of dead people?"

"I'm talking about a group of people, not all of them." Akabane Huofeng gave him a disgusted look, "Are the ears just for decoration? Sure enough, the words will be different when they are in other people's mouths."

"Half dead, half alive?" Ye Wenqing corrected his words.

"Exactly." Akabane Huofeng nodded, raised her claws and fiddled with the brush that rolled to her feet in disgust, pretending to be profound, "You have been tricked, after all, you are a mortal, ignorant."

"Ahem, people make mistakes, horses make mistakes." Under Ye Wenqing's dangerous gaze, Chiyu Huofeng abruptly changed what he hadn't said, "It's really too much for someone to fool us Immortal Master Ye." Hateful! Do you want me to set fire to him?"

Ye Wenqing suddenly realized why there are always people arguing about whether the dishes are hot or cold.

The dead can't taste hot and cold, so they can only judge based on their own experience. After all, whoever is good will put cold dishes on the table.Because he was afraid of being seen by others, he insisted that the dishes were hot.

Ye Wenqing came back to his senses, Chiyu Huofeng's flattering attitude made him laugh, but he could only hold back: "No need, I don't know who is behind the scenes."

"You said you didn't need it." Akabane Huofeng said, "It's not that I don't want to help, anyway, this is just an ordinary state of selflessness. Our master Ye has great supernatural powers and boundless mana, how can we see it?" Use this low-level formation?"

"A state of no-self?" Ye Wenqing frowned slightly, his expression gradually becoming serious.

The world is chaotic, life and death have nothing to do with me.Build an array with the dead and send the living as sons, the two are compatible.When the living enter the battle, what they see is the real scene, and what the chess pieces say is evidence.Those who live with mixed yin and yang, the dead don't know what they died, and what they do is the same as before they were alive, but their resentment is increasing day by day, just like a ghost.Those who gather all resentment and practice will double their cultivation.

The Realm of Selflessness is listed as a sorcery by the world of cultivating immortals. It is an extremely sinister technique and it is not easy to practice.In the early years, I heard that an elder of a sect secretly practiced this technique in order to seize the position of suzerain. In the end, he killed all the disciples in the sect, and more than [-] people failed to practice it. In the end, he was surrounded by various sects, leaving no bones left .

Ye Wenqing's eyes fell on Chiyu Huofeng, and he raised his eyebrows.

Chiyu Huofeng shook her head again and again: "I don't know, I can only breathe fire, I'm still young, I'm just a pitiful little one."

"Okay." Ye Wenqing interrupted, "Do you know how to crack it?"

"I don't know." Akabane Huofeng shook his head again, "It's good that I know this is the state of selflessness, do you still expect me to break the formation for you? Master Ye has a high-level and second-level cultivation base, and his hand Holding the Purple Martial Artifact, you are extremely brave, how can you be afraid?"

Ye Wenqing raised his hand, and Chiyu Huofeng's bragging stopped abruptly, turning into a cloud of white smoke and disappearing.

It's a shame for a bird to be reduced to sycophancy.

Ye Wenqing put his hands on his head, put his feet on the desk, closed his eyes and meditated.

From Mount Luyang to Qingshui Town, when did they join the battle?Is it Luyang Mountain?Or Qingshui Town?

After thinking about it, he just fell asleep.

The sky broke, and the skirt was dragged away by the first dawn before the night completely dragged it away.

The hoarfrost on the roof sucked the sun, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Ye Wenqing was still immersed in a sweet dream when he was awakened by the rapid knock on the door, and when he was half asleep and half awake, he heard the door open, and Song Jihua's voice followed in his ears: "Brother Wenqing, the Guo family sent someone to pick you up. Well, today you still have to throw hydrangea balls to invite relatives!"

"Recruiting relatives?" Ye Wenqing muttered, "I'm going to get married?"

"Yes, yes." Song Jihua didn't hear clearly, so he could only agree.

"Then who will pick up my hydrangea?" Ye Wenqing continued to ask.

Now Song Jihua heard it clearly: "According to the plan, Feng Lianchen will pick it up."

"Oh." Ye Wenqing raised his eyelids in a daze, and kept muttering, "Feng Lianchen, he seems to be my junior brother. He looks handsome, has a gentle temper, is rich and obedient, and marrying him is not bad."

"Brother Wenqing, don't go to sleep." Seeing that Ye Wenqing still wanted to lie down, Song Jihua pulled him up from the stool, "Are you born short of sleep too? You can fall asleep here."

"Brother Wenqing, don't sleep, wake up." Song Jihua urged again, "If you don't wake up, Guo Fugui will come to mourn."

"Hey, hey." Ye Wenqing, who was dragged so hard by Song Jihua, finally opened his eyes completely, and patted Song Jihua's hand away, "Speak as you speak, don't move."

"Okay, I'll be fine soon." Ye Wenqing stood up holding the table, because he slept on the chair last night, the jade crown tied in his hair was still secure.

Ye Wenqing didn't dawdle, straightened his clothes, smoothed the folds of his cuffs, wiped his face with clean water, and immediately felt refreshed: "Okay, let's go!"

As soon as he walked out of the inn, Ye Wenqing realized that Feng Lianchen hadn't gotten up yet, so he turned around and wanted to call him, but Song Jihua grabbed him again.

"Ancestor, what's the matter with you?" Song Jihua asked patiently.

"My junior brother hasn't gotten up yet." Ye Wenqing said, "He still has to pick up my hydrangea."

"Lianchen didn't stay at the inn last night." Song Jihua rubbed his eyebrows.

"Then where did he go?" Ye Wenqing knew right after he asked, he must have gone to the place that Guo Fugui had arranged for him.

"Okay, let's go." Ye Wenqing strode forward, seeing that Song Jihua was still frozen in place, "What are you still doing there? Just dawdling, young people should be jumping around like fleas, hurry up Yes, don't make people wait."

Song Jihua suddenly felt that it was good that Ye Wenqing was not beaten to death, and then he admired Lu Yan again.

Lu Yan, who was far away at Yanran Terrace, just put down his brush, sneezed suddenly, and Wen Yu, who was opposite him, was startled.

It turned out that Lu Yan sneaked down the mountain last night to buy corn-filled dumplings for the master, but the gate of the mountain was closed by the wrong time, so he sneaked in from the back mountain and happened to bump into the cute Wenyu, who was looking for a little girl, and was fined to search the door ten times Training.

"It's not enough after only ten times? Or is there any dissatisfaction with the old man?" Wen Yu squinted his eyes and said, "Ten more times."

Lu Yan wanted to cry immediately, wishing he could swallow the sneeze just now.

What a good sneeze!

When Ye Wenqing walked to Guo's mansion, Guo Fugui's eyes were extremely bright, shining golden, as if he would shoot a thunderbolt in the next moment.

"Master Immortal." Guo Fugui hastily stepped forward, "The government will send someone here in Maoshi, and Master Immortal must hurry up to get dressed."

Ye Wenqing raised his hand to brush his temple hair, nodded slightly, his eyes were attracted by a dark red corner of his clothes, it was Mrs. Wang.

"You can't wear red when you get married, but you can throw a hydrangea ball. I don't know the size of the fairy master, so I can only roughly call the embroidered lady in the mansion to make a set for myself. I hope the fairy master is not to blame." Wang looked at it with a smile. Looking at him, the maid next to him was holding a wedding dress.

Ye Wenqing remembered what happened yesterday, and was sure that Mrs. Wang was dead, so his eyes darkened.

"Where is there, Mrs. Lao is here." Ye Wenqing hooked his lips and cupped his hands.

"Magpie, take Immortal Master to the wing room to freshen up." Wang said to the maid beside her.

Ye Wenqing couldn't stand asking the girl's family to help her dress, so she picked up the wedding clothes and grabbed Song Jihua and headed to the wing.