What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

The girl in front of her was Fang Shushang, the second daughter of the head of the Nanshan sect that Yin Rong had rescued in Yuxu Peak, and the sister of Fang Shuyun, the wife of the head of the Wuliang sect.

Yinrong said happily, "Why are you here?"

Fang Shushang also smiled: "I want to ask you!"

Yinrong took a look at the little girls, and Fang Shushang understood—this is not a place to talk, the two found a secluded place, and Fang Shushang said: "I came with my father. In a few days, the Dragon Boat Festival will be held by Wuliangzong." What grand ceremony, my brother-in-law asked us to come over, I sneaked out to play, I didn't expect to meet you!"

Fang Shushang: "Thank you for speaking for my sister just now."

Silver Velvet pulled the hood back a bit: "Some people just have bad mouths, like to be generous with others, and describe themselves as very noble when it's none of their business. It's their turn, they don't pull out a hair, and they run faster than anyone else. .”

Fang Shushang nodded like pecking rice: "Yes, yes, yes!"

He asked again: "What about you, why did you come here? You are still dressed like this. It is rumored that you are the son of the demon king and the mastermind behind this catastrophe. They want to arrest you! It is very dangerous here."

Yinrong was a little hesitant. He didn't want to hide Fang Shushang, but he didn't know whether he should expose Chengyang Muqiu and Lan Zhi's whereabouts to her, for fear of ruining their important affairs—after all, when he met Luo Bei, for safety's sake, He didn't even go up to recognize each other.

Yinrong smiled and said, "Then do you think I am?"

Fang Shushang: "Definitely not! They are talking nonsense. I believe you!"

For a few days, all the big teahouses in Wuliangzong's territory, all the storytellers were telling a new story about a heartbroken man who abandoned his wife and climbed to another career. Speaking, the rest of the book has not been finished yet, so the storytellers have to repeat the first half, which makes people scratch their heads.

Fang Shushang chirped and asked her sister to retell the story, Fang Shuyun didn't know if she heard it, but just pulled her sister to smile, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead: "A Chang is so big, she still looks like a child."

Fang Shushang made a face, just happened to be Fan Guhong came over, and said with a smile: "What are the two sisters talking about? So happy."

Seeing Fan Guhong, Fang Shushang lowered her face, hid behind her sister, and whispered, "The villains are coming!"

Fang Shuyun let her sister hide like an old hen protecting her cubs, pretending not to hear the phrase 'bad guy', and replied: "We are talking about a piece of storytelling, which is said to have swept the entire Wuliang sect."

Fan Guhong had no interest in storytelling, so he smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I've given him enough lessons for that fool who dared to scare you, and he won't dare to do anything to you again."

Fang Shushang didn't appreciate it, she buried her head in Fang Shuyun's back like a little girl, and waited for Fan Guhong to leave before she whispered: "What's a 'scare', they clearly want my life."

Fang Shuyun frowned and said nothing.

Fang Shushang continued: "Sister, why did you choose such a husband-in-law, who looks older than daddy."

Fang Shuyun didn't refute, but said: "Don't say that in front of brother-in-law from now on."

Fang Shushang flattened her mouth: "I don't know what you like about him."

"I probably fell in love with his tenderness and consideration," Fang Shuyun said lightly, "but as time goes by, you will find that trying to treat you well by yourself is the most unreliable thing.

Fang Shushang seemed to understand, but Fang Shuyun asked again: "What kind of boy does Ah Chang like?"

Fang Shushang's cheeks turned red, but she still said openly, "I like handsome."

He rested his chin again and sighed: "But handsome may not like girls... Oh, let's not talk about this, sister, are you in better health? How come your lifespan is exhausted so quickly? Didn't daddy just send someone to give you Zhuyan Pill?" Break up with Changming?"

There seemed to be a flash of disdain on Fang Shuyun's face, but she quickly restrained her emotions and said with a smile: "My health is fine, you don't have to worry. The Dragon Boat Festival will be in two days, and your brother-in-law wants to use this excuse to show me something To be able to celebrate the holidays normally, it can be regarded as... a little reassurance for the panic-stricken fellow Taoists outside."

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival.

The streets and alleys are full of zongzi, colorful ropes, mosquito repellent charms, wormwood and sachets. Chengyang Muqiu picked out a thin colorful rope made of gold thread for Yin Rong, and he did not forget to tell: "Today is the official day. Tie it up today, and throw away the rope when it rains for the first time, and all the disasters and diseases of the whole year will be washed away with the rain.”

Yinrong remembered that his master had bought it for him when he was a child, but it was many years ago, so he couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this for children?"

Having said that, he obediently stretched out his hand and let Chengyang Muqiu put it on for him.

The young man's wrist is thin and white and slender, tied with gold thread and red thread, which makes Yuxue even more lovely. Chengyang Muqiu tied it and said: "The elders want to protect the young son, so I use colorful ropes to express love, and I will protect you too." .”

Yinrong laughed: "Then I'll give you one too, and I'll tie it on for you myself."

Chengyang Muqiu also smiled: "Okay."

Dong Liu's teeth were sore from hearing it, and she wanted to find empathy with Lan Zhi - she was the one who couldn't get used to the crooked little lover, usually at this time Lan Zhi would quietly roll her eyes in a place where Muqiu couldn't see her in Chengyang God.

However, Lan Zhi seemed to be distracted, she didn't know what she was thinking, even her eyes were empty.

The biggest program of this year's Dragon Boat Festival will be Master Fan and Mrs. Zun making an appearance together to pray for the souls killed by the monster clan.

In fact, ascetics do not believe in future generations, they only practice this life. The so-called "blessing" is a ritual used by Buddhist ascetics, but the head of the Wuliang sect appeared to have fun with the people. This opportunity should not be missed, let alone with his wife.

Everyone has heard that his wife is near the end of her lifespan, and it was Fan Guhong who desperately snatched it back from Lord Yan.

As a result, the blessing ceremony attracted many good people, and when they arrived at the destination, there were indeed crowds of people and cars and horses converging.

Chengyang Muqiu and the others chose a good location, passed the crowded heads, and saw an old man wearing the robes of the Wuliang sect, standing side by side with a beautiful pale woman... It was very incompatible.

"Like father and daughter." Yinrong commented truthfully.

Dong Liu said: "The lady in charge looks really sick, as if she was holding her breath. Could it be that she really just walked from the edge of life and death?"

Chengyang Muqiu remained silent, while Lan Zhi kept clasping her right forearm silently, staring at the lofty Fan Guhong with burning eyes.

And Fang Shushang, who was on the scene, also whispered to her father: "My sister was healthy a few days ago, but she is so weak today."

Head Fang sat at the head of the table, so it was inconvenient to talk, so he just gave his daughter a look to signal her not to talk nonsense.

Fang Shushang flattened her mouth and became quiet.

Before the blessing ceremony officially started, Fan Guhong held his wife's hand and walked in front of the people. His voice was infused with spiritual power to ensure that even the spectators standing at the farthest distance could hear clearly.

"Fellow daoists, it's an eventful time now. Fan is not talented. He originally tried his best to fight against the demon clan. However, it happened that my wife was not feeling well." He held Fang Shuyun's hand tightly, "my wife and Fan were in poverty Acquaintance, never leave, now that Fan has become famous, how can he abandon his wife? Loyalty and righteousness have been difficult to balance since ancient times..."

Now those who are active in their minds understand that Sect Leader Fan is not praying for blessings, he is issuing a statement - explaining why he did not take action to wipe out Shifangsha in time a while ago.

However, even though he didn't want to drink too much and played tricks, looking at Mrs. Fang's haggard appearance, and thinking about the love between the couple for so many years, it's really moving.

However, on the stage, Fan Guhong spoke impassionedly, which aroused a lot of sympathy, but a clearer female voice resounded from the audience: "How can the eldest lady of the Nanshan School be called the 'wife of the dregs'?"

This female voice is surrounded by more forceful spiritual power, covering up Fan Guhong's voice with ease. It is obvious that there is a master to help. Fan Guhong became vigilant and looked along the crowd, only to see a plump and tall woman walking out gracefully , Flying onto the stage, "Hong Lang, she is a 'wife of dross', what about me?"

As she spoke, she rolled down her sleeves, exposing her forearm, which clearly had a crescent-shaped scar.

"You!" Fan Guhong's complexion changed suddenly, and he looked at Fang Shuyun subconsciously, but his pale-faced wife quickly stepped back a few steps, stood behind his father, and said calmly, almost in a whisper: "The follow-up of storytelling coming."