After reconciliation with Jianzun

Xu Song's departure left Ye Zhili with two questions.

First, most cultivation sects do not allow disciples to fly with the help of magic weapons, but Xu Song Yujian went there very neatly, as if he had been used to it for a long time.

Second, Xu Song left after he knew what he was saying, obviously there was a trick behind him.

The Xuanjian Pavilion disciple who led him the way solved his first question.

The Xuanjian Pavilion exists for the purpose of defending the gap, and there are fewer people and more affairs. In order to avoid untimely support, magic weapons are allowed to fly in the station.

Soon, while resting in the room at noon, the answer to the second question also came.

Xuanjian Pavilion covers an area comparable to a medium-sized cultivator sect, but since the main personnel are casual cultivators, the establishment time is relatively short, and the buildings are not densely arranged, which seems a bit sparsely populated.

Xuanjian Pavilion arranged for the Liaison Envoy to live a little to the east of the center, and the location is not bad in terms of scenery or Feng Shui.

Mu Yongge left in a hurry and left all the materials at the residence, Ye Zhili hesitated looking at the pile of books.

He didn't rest much on the flying boat, and spent most of his time engraving the magic circle. Last night, he was robbed by Sheng Jian, and his energy was a little low. He had to make a pot of strong tea, and sat by the window to read the materials.

Mu Yongge did not lie, the amount of information collected is indeed worrying.

The battle with the demons is coming to an end, the role of the liaison envoy is more to record the merits of the sect where he is stationed, to promote a positive image, so as to attract more people to join the sect, so as to make up for the loss of personnel during the battle.

However, looking at the information collected by Mu Yongge, it seems that even the Xuanjian Pavilion's land area is not complete, and the higher-ups only remember Ji Taxue, and the rest are all boundless anecdotes.

What Xuanjian Pavilion was built on the underworld, black and white impermanence often came out to claim their lives...

Ye Zhili flipped through the pages, and stopped on the page of impermanence in black and white.

Before he could catch that bit of inspiration, a somewhat familiar male voice sounded from outside the courtyard.

"Little Yezi! Little Yezi, are you there, Little Yezi!"

Ye Zhili put away the documents and walked out.

The man was a little shorter than him, with long hair not crowned, red lips and white teeth, he looked very similar to...

Where is the similarity, isn't this the same Xu Song in the morning!

Ye Zhili looked up and down at Xu Song who had changed back into men's clothes, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't call me Brother Ye?"

After Xu Song changed back into men's clothes, he felt much more at ease, and even gave him a blank look: "I'm older than you."

Ye Zhili was much more comfortable seeing Xu Song like this, let's not talk about anything else, at least he was speaking normally, he was about to invite Xu Song in for a cup of tea, when he saw Xu Song pull someone out from the side.

is a monk.

The monk wears a fist-sized prayer bead string around his neck, his arms are bare, the muscles on his arms are almost as thick as his waist, his trousers are short and loose, and the body hair on half of his calf is fluttering in the wind.

"Amitabha, Master Ye, the poor monk is polite."

Xu Song patted the monk's shoulder, raised his head and said, "Didn't you say you like righteous, dignified, tall and mighty ones? I found it for you!"

Ye Zhili: "?"

Monk: "Does Benefactor Ye think of a poor monk?"

Ye Zhili took a deep breath and felt his fists were hard. However, he was born in a scholarly family, and his self-cultivation was branded in his bones and soul. Facing this scene, he still politely refused: "...I'm sorry, I just fell out of love, Not ready for the next relationship yet."

Xu Song put his hands on his hips, very dissatisfied, and stared like grapes: "Is he not righteous enough? Is he not tall and mighty enough? A half-Buddha saint! No one is more suitable for you than him, right?"

Ye Zhili's eyes darkened, he hurriedly supported the wall, and said in disbelief, "Who do you think this is?!"

Xu Song: "Half-Buddha sage, look, his seal is still hanging on his waist."

Half-Buddha Saint: "Amitabha."

Ye Zhili glanced at Xu Song and the half-Buddhist sage expressionlessly, and finally closed the gate of the small courtyard without hesitation, regardless of self-cultivation or not.

Xuanjian Pavilion was indeed terrifying, and within a day of his arrival, his childhood dream was shattered.

For the rest of the half day, Ye Zhili rejected Xu Song's kindness to introduce him to Taoist companions, stayed alone in the small courtyard, read all the materials left by Mu Yongge, and was very clear about his mission. Made a summary.

Since it is to publicize the achievements of Xuanjian Pavilion, there must be an understanding first, otherwise he can only write about Ji Taxue controlling the water, Ji Taxue splitting the mountain, and Ji Taxue guarding the pass.

It had been cloudy for a whole day, and it didn't know when it began to rain, crackling and pounding on the roof endlessly.

Some monks don't like to make noise, and they will set up a barrier on the roof of their residence to block the sound of rain, but Ye Zhili loves to hear it.

Liuluomen was built according to the appearance of the fairy palace in the legend. It is magnificent everywhere, surrounded by barriers, except for Shengjian's residence, there is not a single drop of rain falling in other places.

He vaguely felt that the continuous sound of rain symbolized freedom and joy.

It's getting late, it's time to rest.

Ye Zhili put a few small instruments beside his pillow, and pulled the quilt over his body in satisfaction.

No matter how dangerous Xuanjian Pavilion is, it is better than his previous life.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was even thunder in the sky.

Although he was exhausted, Ye Zhi didn't let go of his guard, so he didn't sleep deeply.

When the night was at its thickest, a strange female voice suddenly mingled with the boundless thunderstorm.

Sharp, poignant, staccato.

"Leaf... leaf... child..."

The female voice went from far to near, and in an instant it came to Ye Zhili's bedside.

"leaf……"

Ye Zhili sat up suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the scene in the house for him.

A female ghost wearing a New Year's picture doll mask, long hair hanging down, and all in black was staring at him motionlessly.

Except for the color on the mask, even the palms of the female ghost's hands are pitch-black, only the sharp and slender nails seem to have sucked enough blood, they are red and glistening, the strong wind is pouring into the house through the open window, and the long hair like withered grass is unrestrained. Stretch regularly in front of your eyes.

"leaf……"

Seeing him waking up, the female ghost had no scruples, her fingernails tremblingly stretched out towards his face.

Ye Zhili turned sideways indifferently, grabbed the pillow with his backhand and knocked it down on his nails.

If he doesn't understand that all of this is caused by the people in Xuanjian Pavilion, he must be out of his mind!

It's been from Shengma!

What is above the underworld, what is black and white, is clearly an excuse for Xuanjian Pavilion not to be intervened by the Immortal League.

If he guessed right, Yao Wu had figured out the time of his arrival at Xushui Island early in the morning, so he sent people from "Blue Bird Village" to attack him, postponed his arrival time until evening, and then invited him in Xu Shuizhou stayed.

The subordinates who came in when he and Yao Wu were having dinner were also arranged. Yao Wu had nothing to do at all, so that he could go back alone.

And Sheng Jian was also a member of Xuanjian Pavilion, who ambushed him on the only way to the inn, intending to knock him out and take him away, throw him anywhere, and torture him with excuses like gods and ghosts.

Anyway, "Xuanjian Pavilion is built on the Underworld", if the acting is more serious, you can create a fake Underworld for him, so that he can get scared and go back to the Immortal League.

And Yao Wu, as Xuanjian Pavilion's supporter, kindly invited him to have a meal, but he left beforehand, so he couldn't blame Xuanjian Pavilion.

But Yao Wu never calculated that Sheng Jian would let him go because of his face, so that the whole plan changed.

So after he arrived at Xuanjian Pavilion, Xu Song appeared.

Hard ones won't work, just come soft ones.

Wenrou Township Hero Tomb, just don't know whether Xu Song really likes women's clothing or is forced by the situation.

One Xu Song failed, and another half-Buddhist saint came in the afternoon.

At night, a female ghost even came into the house, and she didn't even know to change the mask on her face. I'm afraid he didn't know that he was with Sheng Jian who "robbed" him!

The female ghost didn't expect to be hit by Ye Zhili with a pillow, but she reacted very quickly, she dodged backwards and then stood on the head of his bed again the next moment.

Female ghost: "I'm... hungry..."

Ye Zhili was extremely indifferent: "When you go out, turn right and there is a kitchen."

Female ghost: "I...want...to eat...meat..."

Ye Zhili: "There are in the kitchen."

The female ghost seemed to be losing patience, and her voice began to rush: "I want to eat... your meat..."

Ye Zhili thought about the female ghost's dodging movements.

No, I can't beat it.

Ye Zhili: "How do you want to eat me?"

Seeing that the female ghost didn't move, he got out of bed and tried to take a step.

The female ghost follows like a shadow.

Ye Zhili: "How about the barbecue?"

Just as the female ghost was about to speak, Ye Zhili flipped her wrist, and a magic weapon rushed out of the house, making an extremely ear-piercing bang in this thunderstorm night.

He doesn't know anything else, but he is so proficient at this little trick.

This series of behaviors of Xuanjian Pavilion seems blatant, but it also maintains a principle.

With the name of Xuanjian Pavilion, he is soft at times, but he is hard with his private methods.

In other words, Xuanjian Pavilion doesn't want to make a face-off with Xianmeng, at least not for now.

As soon as he fired the arrow, Xuanjian Pavilion, which is "unity and friendship", should come to check the situation no matter what.

As he thought, the lights of the Great Hall came on just as the fireworks of the Ringing Arrows began to fade into the rain.

Ye Zhili walked back to the bed slowly to change clothes, he glanced at the female ghost who was still there, and said with a smile: "How fast do you think Pavilion Master Ji is?"

The female ghost glanced at him through the mask, and left the courtyard very unwillingly.

The average level of monks in Xuanjian Pavilion is much higher than that of other sects, and it is common to practice without rest at night.

Ye Zhili stood at the door with his hands behind his back, wondering how many people would come.

In fact, he didn't need to make such a big commotion in the middle of the night, he had already arrived at Xuanjian Pavilion, those people were trying to intimidate him at most, and they wouldn't really do anything to him.

But he still chose this method where he was unhappy and everyone accompanied him to toss together.

With such a personality, there is also a little bit of indistinct anger.

Ye Zhili raised his head slightly, the rainwater slanted across the eaves hit his eyelids, and then slid along the side of his face, leaving a cool water mark.

With a pinch of his fingertips, the water marks disappeared, as if they had never existed.