After the demon king failed to beg for death

Fu Ling just failed to notice Bi Zeyu's arrival for a moment.

When the brat stood not far from them and stared straight at them, if he still couldn't find out, then all these years of cultivation had really fed the dogs.

Fu Ling ignored the obvious dissatisfaction in Li Chen's eyes, pushed him away slightly, and looked at Bi Zeyu.

It was just this look that made Bi Zeyu stunned.

This is obviously an extremely holy master in cassock, but because of the kiss just now, the corners of his eyes are still red, and his lips are also bright red because of being sucked, with a trace of water vapor, which looks extremely attractive.

Just such a look of spring in his eyes and raised eyebrows made his heart skip a beat for no reason, and his cheeks flushed.

This...how could this be?

Simply unethical.

Bi Zeyu swallowed involuntarily, and just about to ask questions, he met the bottomless eyes of Patriarch You Ming inadvertently.

There was a look in his eyes that he had never seen before, with a strong murderous look, which made him tremble all over, and swallowed all the words he was about to ask involuntarily.

With a blushing face, Bi Zeyu bowed hastily and saluted. Without even saying a word, he turned around in a hurry and left with the wind on his feet, as if he had made a big mistake.

It wasn't until he ran a long distance that he stopped in a daze, not understanding why he wanted to escape. Isn't it the ancestor who is wrong?

The ancestor actually embraced and kissed a monk, and the monk was still a man, which was totally wrong.

Although he couldn't tell what was wrong with him, no matter what he thought, he just ran away without any reason!

The more Bi Zeyu thought about it, the more he felt that the one who was wrong was not him.

But now that he was asked to look back, he didn't dare, and he trembled a little when he thought of the look in the eyes of Patriarch You Ming.

There is also Master Ling Chen, who is obviously a monk, but the appearance just now is even more beautiful than those sisters of his Purple Flame Peak.

It's too weird.

Bi Zeyu didn't dare to think too much, shook his head, and decided to pretend that he didn't see anything.

After the boy left, the charming atmosphere between the two gradually disappeared.

Fu Ling patted Li Chen's chest and smiled, "It's just a child, why are you scaring him?"

Don't think that he didn't feel the coercion and murderous intent.

Li Chen frowned, dissatisfied: "He doesn't look right at you."

He would never be mistaken for that kind of astonishing look in his eyes.

Fu Ling touched his head with a layer of fluff emerging, and thought about his ordinary appearance now, and felt that Li Chen really thought too much.

"I don't know if this kid will tell that old man Bi Yuanqing. If you tell it, where will you put your ancestor's face?"

Fu Ling came out of Li Chen's arms, straightened the crumpled cassock wrapped around his body, and said gloatingly.

There was nothing in his arms, Li Chen frowned even deeper, he took Fu Ling's pretending hand in front of him, and pulled him forward.

"Just say it."

He wished that he could hold hands like this in front of others, without paying attention to other people's eyes.

Fu Ling looked at the place where their fingers were intertwined, and curled his lips, his eyes full of smiles.

The next night, Patriarch Youming and Fu Ling were ready to set off to go to Furong Pavilion on behalf of Xuantianzong to discuss the extermination of the demon corpse. However, before leaving the door, Bi Yuanqing took Bi Zeyu to catch up with the two of them. Personally, I want these two to bring Bi Zeyu together.

Bi Yuanqing was deeply worried: "This kid Zeyu has never been out of the mountain gate, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. I hope the ancestor can help him and take him out to see and see."

As he spoke, he pushed Bi Zeyu forward.

Bi Zeyu didn't know when he changed his habit of wearing red clothes. He was wearing a blue student uniform, and his hair was neatly tied up, like a young student who didn't know much about the world.

But his eyes didn't dare to drift towards Fu Ling's body, even his head was lowered.

Fu Ling's eyes turned on him, but he didn't refuse.

Li Chen said softly, "Follow."

As soon as the words fell, the Feijian rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Bi Yuanqing looked at the background of the two leaving, and whispered: "Remember what grandpa told you, you are the future master of Xuantianzong."

Bi Zeyu looked worried, but Fei Jian also followed.

He hadn't been using the sword for a long time, and his speed was not known to be much slower than Fu Ling and Li Chen.

But I still know the way to Furong Pavilion. I am an adult, so I won't get lost.

Xuantianzong was not far from Furong Pavilion, and Yujian flew there in the middle of the night.

Fu Ling and Li Chen put away their swords at the foot of Furong Pavilion.

Although it was late at night, there were quite a few guards in the surrounding towns, and the disciples of Furong Pavilion were patrolling back and forth wearing their sect's disciple uniforms.

Fu Ling stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at this familiar place, pausing slightly.

Li Chen turned to look at him, took his hand, and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to go in, we'll find a place to stay at the foot of the mountain."

Fu Ling shook his head and took a deep breath: "There is nothing you don't want."

Li Chen hugged him, and said indifferently: "There is nothing to attend this meeting."

Fu Ling patted Li Chen on the back: "It's okay, those things have long passed."

Speaking of this, he slightly pushed away the person on his body and asked in doubt: "How do you know... I have something to do with Furong Pavilion?"

Demon Lord Fu Ling has been known by the world as a wicked and murderous big devil since he founded Mingshi Mountain.

But no one knows where he came from, as if he was raised by nature.

In the comprehension world, almost no one knew about Fu Ling's origin, and no one dared to explore his life experience.

Seeing this, Li Chen knew it.

It's just that he had been famous for many years when this little doll was brought back by him, how did he know about it.

Li Chen remained silent, but his lowered eyes inadvertently leaked a little murderous look.

He hated Furong Pavilion, hated everything here, if he could, he wouldn't even set foot there.

Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, Fu Ling didn't ask any more questions, but turned around and walked towards the mountain gate of Furong Pavilion.

Li Chen thought that he had touched on his sadness and made him angry, so he chased after him and explained: "It's not that I don't want to say it, but I'm just afraid that you will feel uncomfortable, and... I don't know much."

Fu Ling turned his head and smiled: "How many years have passed, what's so sad, anyway, Fu Ling has been dead for more than 120 years, who can still remember me."

Li Chen raised his hand to cover his lips: "Stop talking nonsense."

Fu Ling closed his mouth according to his words.

The two of them walked towards the mountain gate of Furong Pavilion together.

It was late at night, no matter which sect it was, it was not a good opportunity to receive guests.

But because of the demon corpse incident this time, even at night, as long as you have an invitation, you will be entertained in the cabinet as soon as possible.

Fu Ling stood at the door, looked at the door that had not been stepped on for hundreds of years, and paused slightly: "Wait for that brat first."

The bear boy Bi Zeyu arrived more than an hour later than the two of them. When he landed, his face was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his legs were trembling when he walked.

He had never tried Yu Jian to fly such a long distance. At this moment, the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted, and the best way was to meditate in time to recover his physical strength.

But when he was away from home, he didn't want to be looked down upon by others. Although the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, Bi Zeyu straightened his back and saluted Li Chen and Fu Ling, and then stood respectfully behind them.

What Bi Yuanqing said to him before going out was forgotten by him.

He didn't want to think about the future of Xuantianzong, nor was he interested in being the next suzerain.

Fu Ling's opinion of this child has changed a bit. Compared with the first time they met, he is now a lot more mature, and he feels like he has settled down.

I'm not so ostentatious, I know how to restrain my temper.

Probably because his eyes on Bi Zeyu were too obvious and too focused, Li Chen, who was standing aside, snorted coldly, but ignored so many disciples of Furong Pavilion standing at the foot of the mountain, he grabbed his wrist, Walking forward, said softly: "Let's go."

Fu Ling: ...

He was dressed in a red cassock and looked tall like an outsider, just holding hands like this, shouldn't he be thanked for at least not interlocking fingers?

This person really has no scruples at all, he does whatever he wants to the point that he doesn't put anyone in his eyes.

Fu Ling was thinking like this, but he didn't pull back his hand, but followed Li Chen up the mountain.

Standing behind them, Bi Zeyu looked at the two people's clasped wrists, and looked away unnaturally, but couldn't help recalling what he saw at the foot of the mountain that day in his mind.

No matter how you look at it, this should be wrong, but when you think of the picture of the two hugging each other, you feel an indescribable harmony, which makes you feel disgusted.

The child Bi Zeyu had a battle between heaven and man in his mind, and he still had to support his exhausted body to follow them up the mountain.

Fortunately, the foot of the Furong Pavilion is not like the perverted Xuantianzong, there are many steps, and flying is not allowed, so you can only walk up with your feet.

After Li Chen handed over the invitation, some disciples led them all the way.

In fact, they can get to know each other without being led the way.

Even with his eyes closed, Fu Ling could walk out of this place with the map.

He was all too familiar.

The little disciple who led them looked very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and there was a bit of shyness in his words.

Fu Ling pointed to a mountain in the distance, and asked calmly, "That place looks quite beautiful, I wonder whose mansion it is?"

The little disciple followed Fu Ling's hand and looked at the mountain surrounded by fairy mist in the southeast corner, and said in a daze: "There is no one living on that mountain, but you can go to other places in Furong Pavilion, but not there, it belongs to our pavilion." Forbidden land, non-suzerains are not allowed to enter."

Fu Ling's raised hand was slightly stiff, and then he withdrew it, and said with a smile: "Really? It's a pity, it looks so beautiful over there."

The little disciple scratched his head: "It was a forbidden area when I came here, and it seems to have been sealed for many years."

With one hand behind his back, Fu Ling responded softly, "It's not been many years."

The little disciple couldn't understand the meaning of these words, but felt that when the master said these words, there was a kind of sad sadness in his words, which made people feel that it was a past event that could not be brought up.

He didn't have the curiosity to get to the bottom of it, and he played the role of guide conscientiously, leading them all the way to the courtyard of Furong Pavilion for entertaining guests.

As the representative of Xuantian Sect, the third largest sect, Furong Pavilion has already prepared a quiet residence.

Fu Ling looked at the small courtyard surrounded by peach blossoms, and boasted casually: "The peach blossoms of Guizong are really beautiful."

It looks like this in any season.

The younger disciples were about to leave. Hearing this, he couldn't help but reply: "Because our suzerain's wife loves peach blossoms the most, so the mountains and plains are full of peach blossom forests."

The implication is that it is self-evident how much the suzerain loves this lady.

Fu Ling's expression was a bit weird, Xiao Yunyi was ambitious since he was a child, all he thought about was how to cultivate and how to achieve the Dao, he was simply a stick in the love between men and women, and he could do such things.

This made him a little curious about this lady, what kind of woman could make him so generous.

When the little disciple left, Li Chen casually pointed to a room for Bi Zeyu to rest in, but he went into the same room with Fu Ling openly.

Bi Zeyu's eyes flickered again and again, and when the words came to his lips, under the suppression of Li Chen's eyes, he didn't dare to say anything, and went into the room with his head depressed.

However, I couldn't help but slander in my heart: Are you so blatant, are you afraid that others will not know your relationship?

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Li Chen: I can't wait.

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