Hit it off

In this wing room, a huge transparent glass cover is inlaid on the left wall. The glass cover is facing the hall. People outside cannot see the people inside, but people inside can have a panoramic view of what happened outside.

"Shen Qing, look at that man, all the beauties in Ling Pavilion combined are not as good as his toe! Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

The person who spoke was a young man wearing autumn-colored white fox brocade, about fifteen or six years old, with a light yellow forehead tied on his forehead, a delicate longevity lock hanging on his neck, and a handful of ivory white jade pinned to his waist. Folding fan, beautiful eyebrows and almond eyes, spirit escapes from the dust.

He said three beautiful words in a row, and the original appearance was handsome and pleasant, with a pair of round and bright cat-like eyes, showing sincerity and sincerity, making people subconsciously believe what he said.

Shen Qing followed his gaze and raised his eyebrows, but this person's gaze was as prominent as ever.

How iconic is the person that the little son is talking about?

He is very handsome, his body is like a jade tree, and his face is like a flower.

He is beautiful, but not gorgeous, saying that gorgeous is too vulgar, with icy muscles and fine bones.

He is very elegant and magnificent, like a banished immortal.

Shen Qingdao: "Your vision is poisonous, you picked the worst one. Do you know who he is?"

The little boy made a gesture of invitation.

"Appreciate further details."

"The owner of Yujian Villa, Yun Hanqing."

The gloating smile on Shen Qing's face widened.

"The number one enemy of the Devil's Cult, Yun Hanqing, the jade-faced Asura who vowed to defeat Lan Yi and turn his bones into ashes!"

The young master suddenly realized, turned his head and said seriously to the person beside him: "My vision is really good! Lan Xing, do you think so?"

"Yes."

The man named Lan Xing was a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing silver clothes and a cute white mink on his shoulder. His appearance and accent were not like those of the middle-earth people. He said solemnly: " Young master, do you want me to tie him up?"

The little boy said solemnly:

"That's so rude. Go and invite him over!"

"How?"

Lan Xing frowned slightly, it didn't seem easy to handle,

"Young master, I won't invite anyone."

The people he likes are usually knocked out and taken away, and those who dare to make mistakes are directly killed by Gu beasts, and they really don't know how to invite people.

The young master straightened his clothes, made a bow to Shen Qing, and said sincerely:

"Then I will be introduced by the host Lao Shen."

Shen Qing sneered,

"You're really not afraid of dying."

The young master opened the folding fan to fan the wind, and said nonchalantly:

"It is also romantic to die as a ghost under peony flowers."

"Go on your own, I won't wade in this muddy water!"

"Shen Qing, even if you have changed from the number one beauty in the world to the second in the world in my heart now, I still like you very much. Don't you want to be so small-minded? It's a bad idea!"

"you!"

At this moment, a roar suddenly broke out in the hall, interrupting Shen Qing's words.

"His grandma's demon sect leader is really not a thing! Not only did he rob me of my goods, but he also injured my thirty bodyguards from the Weiyuan Escort Bureau."

"Last time he robbed my concubine of the eighteenth house!"

"he……"

The young master heard tut-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tuts repeatedly, and the people in the hall provoked a look of sympathy, and said: "Tsk-tsk-tsk, it's too much, it's too much. Who are they talking about?"

Lan Xing listened carefully for a while, and said seriously:

"Young master, the person they are talking about seems to be you."

"Oh I got it."

The little boy suddenly realized.

"Young master, do you want me to kill them!"

The young master looked at Lan Xing suspiciously, "Lan Xing, you are from the Miao Pavilion, why did you want to take the job in the Dark Pavilion?"

"Then young master, do you want me to poison them to death?"

"This is Zhenge's daily life!"

"Oh, I let the Gu beast bite them to death!"

Shen Qing rolled his eyes, he was too lazy to pay attention to this mentally handicapped master and servant, and said:

"Stop playing, the bidding will begin."

It is said that it is an ordinary auction, but the auctioned items are not ordinary items.

Jade seals from the former dynasty...Dragon Balls of the East China Sea...Peerless minds...all of them are priceless

But Yun Hanqing was bored, it seemed that what he wanted would not be displayed today, so after a little thought, he stood up and walked towards the corner.

Lan Xing pushed open the window, and an oriole flew in from the window, and it landed in his palm lightly. Thank you very much." With a wave of his hand, he released the oriole back into the sky.

Shen Qing clicked his tongue and said in amazement: "Lan Xing, you are born with the ability to understand the sounds of birds and animals, but it has saved your master a lot of pigeon money."

Lan Xing said seriously: "As long as Mr. Shen calms down and listens, he can understand."

Shen Qing smiled but said nothing, turned his head to look at the scenery in the hall again.

Lan Xing leaned over to the young master's ear, and whispered what Huang Li had brought, the young master stood up and walked to the door, and said in a loud voice: "Shen Qing, it seems that this is the end of today's reminiscence, I will come to visit another day, Take care of yourself."

"Got it, it's too long-winded."

Shen Qing didn't turn his head, and waved his hand towards the outside of the door, already hearing the sound of the door closing.

Yun Hanqing followed the little boy who led the way up the stairs, and happened to pass by the little boy. The light yellow forehead band fluttered gently, and touched Yun Hanqing's chin, thinking, what a handsome boy.

"Young Master Yun, please wait here later, I will notify the landlord."

The little boy's voice pulled Yun Hanqing back, and he said softly:

"It's work."

"Lord, Mr. Yun, please see me."

"come in."

Hearing a lazy voice, Yun Hanqing followed the little boy into the door, and saw a beautiful young man leaning against the window. The young man's eyes were dark, so he only glanced at Yun Hanqing arrogantly, and turned away again. He turned his head to look out the window, and said straight to the point: "I don't know what Mr. Yun wants when he comes to Zhaixing Tower?"

"Yun was entrusted by someone to come to find the Wudang Taiji mental method."

Shen Qing said:

"Since Mr. Yun has come to the Star Picking Building, I must know the rules of the Star Picking Building. One thing is exchanged for one thing."

"Lord Shen, but it's okay to say."

Shen Qing turned her head back, smiled at Yun Hanqing, she was extremely gorgeous, and wrote lightly: "I want the head of the Pavilion Master of the Fantasy Pavilion."

The Magic Pavilion is one of the eleventh pavilions of the Demon Sect Chengling. It is good at using the hypnosis method of the Western Regions to invigorate people's minds and confuse people's hearts. Over the years, they have captured many righteous people to hypnotize them, so as to learn their martial arts mentality.

Yun Hanqing only said: "Is there a time limit?"

"Before the treasure competition next month."

"Can Lord Shen please tell me where the Master of the Fantasy Pavilion is?"

"Jinling, Baihualou."

There is still a whole month before the next month's competition for treasures, Yun Hanqing slightly nodded, "Please take good care of your mind, Mr. Shen. On the third day of next month, Yun will come to pick it up on time, and I will leave."

Yun Hanqing left the Zhaixing Building and headed towards Jinling.

Nimozhi, the owner of the Fantasy Pavilion, is a foreign monk, but he does not abide by the rules and regulations of a monk at all. He is a flower monk, and men and women are not taboo. Waitresses and actresses are large in scale, and they only entertain dignitaries and famous people from the world. In short, ordinary people can't get in.

And there are rumors that Baihualou is also a branch of the Eleven Pavilions of the Demon Cult.

From Zhaixing Building to Baihua Building, it takes [-] days to ride back and forth, and [-] days to walk back and forth. Yun Hanqing doesn't like to be in a hurry, so he has to walk leisurely, and enjoy the mountains and rivers along the way.

Yun Hanqing didn't like to attract attention, so he chose the path, but he forgot that he was a road idiot.

Holding the sword in his hand, he looked around and saw almost the same scenery. He frowned slightly, and moved his two snow-white ears. He could hear the sound of running water, and he should be able to find the exit along the river.

Yun Hanqing pushed aside the grass, and he saw a rushing river. He half squatted down, took a sip of water, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a mass of objects floating from the upper reaches.

Martial arts practitioners have sharp ears and eyes, and Yun Hanqing could see clearly that it was a person almost instantly!

No matter how cold-hearted Yun Hanqing is, he will not helplessly see death. After all, there is a century-old group training in Yujian Villa. If he allows the person who fell into the water to drown, his ancestors will probably jump out of the coffin to find him. He settles accounts.

Before he could think about it, with a "plop", Yun Hanqing had already jumped into the river, paddling the water with both hands and swam towards the man. When he touched the man's waist, he hugged him and walked to the bank.

The person in his arms was petite, just reaching Yun Hanqing's chest. Yun Hanqing brushed away his loose hair, saw his appearance clearly, his pupils narrowed slightly, it was the Zhaixing Tower that passed by him that day teenager.

The boy's clothes were cut open, there was a lot of blood on his chest, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, Yun Hanqing put his wrist on his wrist to check his pulse, the pulse was messy, and he stretched out his hand to his dantian, it was empty.He doesn't know martial arts, who hurt him so far?

The inside of the boy was in a mess, and he suffered serious internal injuries. Yun Hanqing sat down cross-legged without waiting to think about it, and put his palms on the boy's back to heal his injuries.

The continuous and vigorous internal energy flowed into the young man's heart, and gradually flowed to his limbs. The young man's face turned rosy, and his frowning brows eased away.

Yun Hanqing withdrew his palms, picked up the still unconscious boy and walked forward. If he remembered correctly, there was a deserted temple on the way there that could shelter him from wind and rain.

Yun Hanqing's road dementia was ups and downs, and he found the temple he passed by in a short time. He leaned the boy on the futon, picked up dry firewood and lit the fire.He looked at the young man carefully, is he the young son of a rich family?

Although the dress is luxurious, but there are many scars on the body, could it be that the small restaurant run by a wealthy family escaped from being humiliated?Seems very likely.

In the middle of the night, the dew was heavy, the comatose young man trembled, Yun Hanqing increased the intensity of the fire, the young man was still twitching, seeing that his face turned pale again, Yun Muhan leaned over and hugged the young man into his arms, holding the young man with one hand His back sends internal force to keep him warm.

Yun Hanqing is a broken sleeve, most of the people who know about this have gone to hell, and the appearance of the person in his arms is his favorite type, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, like a soft and harmless little white rabbit.

Yun Hanqing gently pinched the young man's face, it felt good, he hugged him again, and frowned slightly, wondering if the young man had been hungry for many days, he should have lost a lot of weight, his bones were aching, and he needed to gain weight and hug him It was only when he woke up that he felt comfortable, and he didn't even ask the boy if he agreed, as if he had already regarded the person in his arms as his own.