Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

Luozhaoshan, Mingtang.

Qi Lian stood on a tall tree in the courtyard, overlooking the direction of the mountain gate, and it was once every six months that there would be a Zhengyan meeting, and people from various aristocratic families would come to participate, or to report whether there were any visions around the fairy mansions of each family recently, or to discuss the progress of the exercises , or about the change of position of the head of the sect, the purpose of this meeting is to promote the friendship between the Taoist families and prevent the recurrence of the disaster a few years ago.

Two inner disciples of Luozhao Mountain were cleaning the stone path in the courtyard.There was a strong wind last night, and the tall silk tree and snow maple tree in the courtyard were blown to pieces.

"Did you know that today's Zhengyan meeting is the new master of Longsuo Yanmen. It seems to be a senior brother who left Luozhaoshan nine years ago without saying goodbye." A disciple of Luozhaoshan said.

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye? On the day he left, Mr. Fu was seriously injured. Mr. Fu didn't pursue it, but you have brought up an old account." Another disciple interjected, "Speaking of that senior brother, he returned Yanmen couldn’t get out of seclusion, and Mr. Fu went to Longsuo Mountain every few months. Later, every time there was a Zhengyan meeting, Mr. Fu took good care of all the people who came to Yanmen.”

"Senior brothers, be careful. The suzerain will be here soon." Qi Lian jumped down from the tree and bowed to the two Luozhaoshan disciples.

"Ok, okay, listen to my junior brother, my junior brother is really stricter than Mr. Fu."

Qi Lian didn't listen any more, turned around and walked towards Mingtang.

The Ming Hall has been properly arranged, and the curtains and screens have been replaced with new ones. The seats in the room are arranged according to each main clan and its subordinate clans, and refreshments are arranged.There is another seat to the right of the main seat at the top of the lobby, which should be reserved for Fu Guilan.

In the past few years, he has handled many things in the dojo. He has to attend the Zhengyan meeting twice a year, and he attends as Han Feizhou's right-hand man from time to time.

Behind the screen behind the main seat is a two-person tall Buddha statue, which is very vicissitudes without repairs. The portraits on the walls of Mingtang are also stories from Buddhist scriptures, and the colors have faded over time, leaving almost only black and white.

Many elders or lords of the affiliated clans had already arrived and took their seats in order, but the Shangyu Qing family and the Pei family of the Queyue Mansion, who were in the limelight, had not yet arrived.

The curtain at the door of Mingtang was lifted, Fu Guilan walked into the inner room of Mingtang, looked around, and saw Qi Lian who was busy.

"Master." Qi Lian was still checking the list of aristocratic families. When he saw Fu Guilan coming in, he turned around and put down the booklet in his hand to meet him. "The brothers were just talking about you, talking about you..."

"Huh?" Fu Guilan was in a good mood, squinting her peach-blossom eyes in a half-smile, and did not follow Qi Lian's words, "Where is the seat of Yanmen?"

"Master, it's the third from the bottom on the right column," Qi Lian pointed to the seat and said to Fu Guilan, "Master, that senior brother..."

"Don't be like those casual cultivators who talk gossip all day long." Fu Guilan looked at the apprentice in front of him, and didn't expect him to be so old, "You are not young anymore, you must know that you must advance and retreat when you do things."

"Longsuo Mountain, the suzerain of the Yan family, Yan Xubai, the second son of the Yan family, Yan Minghuai, to—"

Everyone in the hall looked towards the door one after another. Yan Xubai walked in slowly from under the curtain. The man caught his eyes was clear and bright, with fair complexion and only a light lotus root pink lips.

The whole person was glowing white, but he was wearing a black shirt. The cuffs and neckline of the inner jacket and the thin shirt on the outer cover were embroidered with the pattern of dragon and Tai Chi in silver.Her light brown hair was tied high in a crown, hanging behind her back, and occasionally a few strands fell on her chest.There is a pair of Panlong Yingluo around the neck, I don't know what kind of material it is, it looks like silver but not silver, and its brilliance is shining.

Following behind Yan Xubai is the former suzerain of the Yan family, Yan Minghuai.Also wearing a black Yanmen shirt with silver dragon pattern, and a dragon pattern necklace on the neck, the material is very similar to Yan Xubai's.

It's just that the alienation and coldness exuding from Yan Xubai's body made people dare not approach him.Just like in the early spring of February, the remaining snow on the branches will melt and freeze again, but a rare peach blossom blooms in the ice.

It's impossible to touch it.

"After Yan Guyun passed away, it was Yan Minghuai who took over the Yan Clan, until Yan Xubai left the customs more than a month ago and regained control of the Yan Clan."

"Although they are all grandchildren of Yan Guyun, Yan Minghuai is far inferior to Yan Xubai in terms of qualifications. Then how could Yan Minghuai be able to take over as suzerain back then? Sure enough, he still has to return."

"What are you talking about? It's only because of his elder brother Zhuyu that Yan Minghuai is a little dim. If it wasn't for him for so many years, the Yan family would have become a subsidiary sect of the Que Yue Mansion not long ago?"

"How can it be reduced to an affiliated sect? A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The centuries-old Xuanmen clan like Longsuo Yanmen will be in decline. It is also more powerful than the Daxuanmen that has emerged in the past few decades. Speaking of it, Why hasn't Sect Master Pei of Moon City arrived yet?"

There was a lot of noise in the hall.

Yan Xubai and Yan Minghuai sat down with their attendants.Seeing that Yan Xubai had already taken his seat, Fu Guilan walked towards him slowly.

"Minghuai, I'll take a walk in the courtyard. I'll come in after it starts." Yan Xubai was still not used to such occasions.

"I understand." Yan Minghuai saw Fu Guilan, turned his head and said to Yan Xubai, "Brother, Mr. Fu is over there."

Yan Xubai nodded, got up and walked through the crowd to the backyard. Seeing him leave his seat, Fu Guilan followed immediately, and the two left Mingtang together.

Yan Xubai knew that Fu Guilan had come to look for him, after all, such a "coincidence" had already happened once.

"Sir, you can stop now." Yan Xubai stopped under a white maple tree, turned his head and said suddenly.

Fu Guilan stretched her eyebrows, and said with concern with a smile on her face, "That day at Yushan...how was your injury? There were a lot of people at the banquet, so I didn't go to you because I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable."

"Later, I went to inspect the next day, and I didn't know you had left until it was over." As he spoke, he took a step forward without any shyness.

Yan Xubai really felt uncomfortable, but it was because he didn't understand what Fu Guilan was going to do.

Why do you think about him everywhere at one moment, and at the other moment deliberately anger him and hurt him.

These are all things that make Yan Xubai very puzzled, and even this feeling has been there since the early years when he was recuperating in the dojo.He has the calmness of being a teacher on weekdays, but sometimes he has inappropriate intimacy, or playing tricks.

No, in Yan Xubai's view, this is just molesting.

Just like now, he only felt that the person in front of him was too close to him. Although there was a warm smile on his face, the vague sense of invasion was still there.

"Sir! Be careful." Turning his face away, Yan Xubai had no expression on his face, "Mr. Lao, don't worry, it's already done."

Fu Guilan didn't say anything, seeing Yan Xubai's uncomfortable appearance, he took two steps back, the distance between them was six or seven feet.

"If there is nothing else, I will go back to Mingtang first."

Before Fu Guilan could answer, he walked straight past and walked to the pavilion not far away.

"Be careful!!"

As soon as he walked a foot away from Fu Guilan's side, he didn't know what happened, but he felt a pulling sensation around his shoulders, and he was pulled back.

There was a loud noise, as if something hit the Mingtang courtyard directly, shaking up several piles of fallen leaves that were originally piled under the tree, and it was unclear what the red shadow that fell was.

At the same time, the alarm bell at the gate of Luozhao Mountain rang out rapidly, and the prohibition on protecting the mountain at the gate also began to slowly activate, gradually enveloping the entire Luozhao Mountain.

All the leaves gradually sank, Yan Xubai raised his head, and found a red-clothed man exuding aura suddenly appeared where he was supposed to be standing.From the decorations on the clothes, it can be seen that it seems to be a subsidiary sect of the Pei family in Queyue Mansion, but I don't know which branch it is.

The man in red has completely lost his spiritual consciousness, and his limbs have fallen to the ground in a very strange posture, as if this is not a human but a dying wolf.The man's face was completely bloodless, his eyes were dull, his pupils were extremely small, and the whites of his eyes were black and white. Although there were human teeth in his mouth, they were exposed ferociously.

The man has been making extremely terrifying roars since he fell into the courtyard.

Yan Xubai and Fu Guilan also stopped their quarrel because of this sudden incident, and started to analyze this man instead.

"This..." Yan Xubai saw the wound on the man's back, and a large amount of blood had dried up, soaking into the red clothes and almost merging into one.

"It's very similar to the disciple of Mr. Yan's family." While speaking, Fu Guilan sacrificed Dingguang, extracted the aura from Dantian and poured it into Dingguang.

Pick up the Dingguang, fly higher and higher into the air, spread the spiritual energy with a brush, the loose spiritual energy in the air gradually gathers into the form of a unicorn.However, in the blink of an eye, the originally translucent unicorn actually had a real body, the scales and feathers on its body and even the horns on its forehead became colored.

It seems that this is not a collection of spiritual energy, but a living unicorn in the mountains.

The unicorn landed steadily in front of the man in red with a loud noise.

The loud noise attracted several disciples from the Taoist family to come out of the Ming Hall, wanting to find out what happened.

"Isn't the man lying on the ground a member of the affiliated sect who just came with Sect Master Pei? Why did it change like this?"

"I heard that Mr. Fu has a first-grade spiritual weapon, which is a purple pen called Dingguang. Mr. Fu rarely uses Dingguang to calm evil spirits. He said that such a spiritual weapon should not be contaminated with too much filth, so Dingguang is only used as a last resort. It will only be used when."

"I know! Mr. Fu usually uses it to draw and write! I haven't seen him use it a few times when he took us out for hunting."

"What? Drawing and writing? You lied to me! What is that in Mr.'s hand?"

"Also...where did the unicorn come from?"

"What unicorn, that's Mr. Fu's painting god.

So this is the painting god?I had no chance to see her many years ago, but I met him today, it's really amazing.But it also looks scary, although I know it's fake, but it's too real.Standing outside the battle, Yan Xubai could clearly see its breath, its thick fangs, and its sharp claws like knives.

It is also reasonable to think of Mrs. Lin Lang's reaction back then.

"Brother!" Yan Minghuai saw that Yan Xubai was standing not far from the painting god, opposite the alienated man in red, obviously very dangerous.

Hearing Yan Minghuai calling him, he looked back at Yan Minghuai, and made a gesture to tell Yan Minghuai not to move rashly.

Seeing the huge thing in front of him, the man in red was not afraid at all, he roared and rushed towards the painting god, and began to bite.But this painting god just closed its eyes quietly, without any intention of fighting back.

"Sure enough, the guards in the dojo are still loose." Seeing this alienated disciple, Fu Guilan felt that something was wrong. When Zhengyan would have made such a mistake in the past few years, it was not easy to sigh, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Xubai unexpectedly Draw the talisman and prepare to draw.

Hurry up to persuade Yan Xubai, saying: "Young Master Yan, don't step forward, don't be brave."

After finishing speaking, he quickly stood in front of Yan Xubai, quickly closed his eyes, tapped his forehead with a pen, and pulled out a wisp of something that looked like aura but not aura from the center of his eyebrows, turned around and punched it into the forehead of the painting god.

"I never tried to be brave..." Yan Xubai muttered, but a thunderbolt fell, but it was a bit off, some distance away from the man in red.