The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Runyuan was only a few years younger than him, but he was much more eccentric, and he was so startled that his hands trembled as soon as he pretended to speak out in a dark way, and the teacup almost fell to the ground.

He confirmed: "Pay what...?"

Runyuan bent his two thumbs towards each other: "Join//counseling. That's right, it's the coit//counseling you want."

He Zhouyue does not discriminate against species, whether it is human, demon or demon, all living beings are equal.

He was just a little surprised.

"The tea here is Zigui, and the taste is quite similar to our old cloud." Runyuan put down the teacup and smashed his mouth, and then said, "But I didn't say anything about it, my superficial task is Treating He Xiting, what are you talking about, not to mention that it is easy to expose your identity, and the demon blood will enter the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness through that matter, I know it from the books left by our division team, it is the only one in the cultivation world."

He Zhouyue: "Then can He Xiting's disease be cured?"

Runyuan: "It's very tricky. He was caused by the demon blood when he formed the alchemy. At present, he can only save his life. As for the cultivation base and future cultivation, we have to wait for the demon king to come."

Having obtained new clues, He Zhouyue couldn't help but think a little more. Is the Demon King willing to help because of He Xiting himself, or does he want to use this as an excuse to enter the world?

Before he could figure out why, Runyuan interrupted his train of thought: "By the way, senior brother, how are you doing in Xianmeng? It's only been a while, and you have recovered from your body. It seems that the leader of Xianmeng treats you well , no wonder you want to be with him regardless of punishment."

He Zhouyue was speechless.

The relationship between him and Fang Yan could not even tell the truth from the fake, so it was really not worthy of humaneness.

He Zhouyue tried to change the subject: "I'm doing well in Xianmeng, but what about Yuanyi, senior brother...are you still angry with me?"

Runyuan's face froze, as if embarrassed and at a loss, he hugged the box indiscriminately: "Don't worry, the head has always loved you very much, and he has been angry for the past few days, let's not talk about this, I heard that you gave birth too Sick, show me quickly."

He Zhouyue was silent and let Runyuan pull his wrist.

The brother is still angry.

After all, it is really unbearable to give up the sect for a man.It would be fine if Fang Yan treated him sincerely, but now...

He waited for his illness for a long time, but Runyuan's eyes were so narrow that he couldn't even see a crack, and his eyebrows were almost wrinkled together, in pain and despair.

He Zhouyue felt a chill on his back: "Why this expression?"

"I can't find out." Runyuan said bitterly, "Going down the mountain once, it's not good to see a doctor for He Xiting, and I don't even know the cause of the disease for you, and I will definitely be punished by the master after I go back."

He Zhouyue: "...I thought I was going to die tomorrow."

"Bah bah bah, the strong wind is gone." Runyuan waved his hand quickly when he heard what he said, "Although I can't find it out, but brother, don't worry, the meridians in your body are clean and your foundation is very stable, nothing will happen event."

He Zhouyue nodded: "It's not a serious illness, so don't mention it to anyone when you go back."

Runyuan knew what he was thinking without guessing, and persuaded: "Oh brother, don't talk about your lineage, even the brothers and sisters of other lines doted on you when they were young! Anger is only a moment, Maybe I will come to drink your wedding wine after a while."

He Zhouyue smiled and didn't answer any more.

Although Runyuan didn't find out his illness, since he said that nothing serious would happen, He Zhouyue was relieved.

He always trusted his younger brother.

But Fang Yan continued to search for a doctor who could treat him, saying that his affairs were no small matter, which made Runyuan envious again.

He Zhouyue still didn't explain, Runyuan will definitely pass his news back to Xianmeng. Now it's an eventful time, if he "everything goes well", he doesn't have to involve his senior brother to distract him.

With more and more information about Dashenmen and the imminent arrival of the demon king in Xianmeng, Fang Yan has become more and more busy recently.

In all fairness, although Fang Yan is sometimes a bit assertive and domineering, compared with him who thinks it doesn't matter whether the cultivation world is declining or not, it can be said that he is conscientious and has great love.

On this day, He Zhouyue's health was better, and he entered the sparse spring environment alone.

The All Souls Tree is still full of spiritual energy and surrounded by fairy energy, except that there is a flower bud the size of a window in the center of the tree crown, and seven petals of different colors bend beautifully inward, forming a radiant and colorful flower bud. of balls.

The Wanling Tree is a sacred tree that has grown for tens of millions of years, and he and Fang Yan often water it with their painstaking efforts and spiritual power, and smelt it with divine thunder and divine fire, and the flowers it produces are even more extraordinary.An ice mirror is being conceived in this flower bud, which can be guided by the red thread, and can reflect the past and the past.

When the All Spirits bloom, he will be able to see where the red line between him and Fang Yan is.

I hope everything is not false.

He was looking up at the flower bud when he noticed someone knocking on the door of the bedroom.

When he passed by, the boy was full of confusion, and the words were forced out of his throat: "Qi Xianjun, Mr. He wants you to go and see him."

He Xiting?

He Zhouyue frowned slightly: "If he has something to do, why doesn't he come here by himself."

The little servant smiled, no matter it was He Zhouyue or He Xiting, he couldn't afford to offend him: "Perhaps Mr. He is not feeling well. If the Immortal Lord doesn't want to, I'll go back now."

He Xiting and him hated each other. If it wasn't for something, he wouldn't have sent someone to invite him at this time. If he doesn't go now, he doesn't know what else will happen in the future.

It doesn't matter if you go left or right, He Zhouyue followed the people waiting outside the hall to the Qingluan Hall where He Xiting lives now.

Compared with the desolation of Chongluan Hall, Qingluan Hall is more like a secluded paradise. The plum grove, bamboo and chrysanthemum rely on the five elements and eight trigrams to set up a spirit gathering array. Things that are not in this season are also blooming just right. No matter how you look at it, it is very suitable for self-cultivation.

He Xiting just got up from the bed, his face was pale, his body was haunted by a vague aura of illness, and his spiritual power was not left, no different from a mortal scholar who had no strength to restrain a chicken.

Seeing He Zhouyue's arrival, He Xiting's smile was still bright despite his frail body: "Brother, you are here."

It's really like living today without tomorrow.

The servant serving He Xiting poured two cups of new tea for the two of them, and withdrew according to He Xiting's wishes.

The tea set has peach branches as the base and magnolia carvings on the eaves. It is an elegant piece made of ten thousand gold, but He Zhouyue didn't even touch it. He had the attitude of making a quick decision and leaving at any time: "Why are you looking for me?"

He Xiting smiled wryly: "Brother really doesn't want to stay with me for a moment."

He Zhouyue: "You want to recall the past?"

Seeing that He Zhouyue was so ruthless, He Xiting stopped being polite: "I heard that my father once went to ask my brother to exchange blood for me, but my brother refused."

He Zhouyue: "The demon king is almost at Xianmeng."

He Xiting: "If my sick demon king can't be cured, brother, would you like to help me?"

He Zhouyue said indifferently: "No."

He Xiting laughed twice again: "Brother seems to be like this forever, as if the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world, life, old age, sickness and death are out of your sight, and only the leader is worth caring about."

He Zhouyue thought in his heart that he had too many things to worry about. After a hundred years of acquaintance, He Xiting didn't know him at all.

But he didn't need to explain to He Xiting.

"You hate it in your heart, and even look down on the world of cultivation. You just want to achieve Taoism and become an immortal alone. You can add at most one leader on the road. Even if you kill demons and eliminate evil many times, it's for him. But you know, what the leader dislikes the most is you. " He Xiting seemed to be sighing, "The lord has the common people in mind, and also helps the world. What you are pursuing is completely different."

He Zhouyue glanced at it: "If you hadn't been thinking about the future of the cultivation world, running around and neglecting cultivation, how could you not be able to form a pill even today?"

He Xiting's eyes were briefly confused, and his voice seemed to come from another world: "If I don't do this, there will be no chance of connecting with the pill."

This confusion was fleeting, and He Xiting returned to his former cheerfulness: "But you have had a few awkward moments with the leader because of me, haven't you?"

He Zhouyue's fingers under the table inadvertently curled up, but his face didn't show a single bit: "How long do you think the old kindness from more than a hundred years ago can last?"

"It turns out that the lord has told you about ascending to the Sky Valley." He Xiting smiled, "Brother, I don't want Mahayana ascension, just enough to form an alchemy. After Dan, it will never appear in your life again."

It turned out that it was because of this that I looked for him today and went around in circles for a long time.

He Zhouyue looked at He Xiting deeply, his bright black eyes were like a icy deep pool: "If Fang Yan and I can't go on because of you, it's better to break up as soon as possible."

"Everything in the world has its definite number, you and I are the same."

After saying that, she stood up, her water-blue sleeves raised in a cold arc, and she refused to blend in with the tender green eyes.

Different road non-phase plan.

He Zhouyue turned around to leave, but He Xiting shouted unwillingly behind him.

"Brother..."

"Brother! Do you really have the heart to watch me die?!"

"Brother!" "He Zhouyue!" He Xiting slapped the table hard behind his back, and in the blunt sound, with rare undisguised anger, shouted hoarsely: "He Zhouyue! You don't understand anything !"

"With your proud talent, you can easily surpass all living beings. How can you know our suffering? If one day your golden core is shattered and your spiritual roots are completely destroyed, you will not even be as good as me!"

He Zhouyue didn't look back.

In fact, what He Xiting said was right. He is good at Yuanshen. The master and all the uncles and uncles are very worried about the injustice that the master suffered during the battle between immortals and demons. He was taught since childhood to stay away from all disputes in the realm of cultivation. .

But when monks form sects and collide with each other, there will be intrigues and strife between desires for power. If their hearts are not pure, how can they be worthy of attaining the Tao?

He is not an unintentional person who will die without saving. He will still help when he encounters the weak and weak. Fang Yan is in need and willing to use his sword.

As for whether he and Fang Yan can achieve a positive result, time will tell.

He Zhouyue stepped out of the gossip formation without haste, among which the plum blossoms are the most abundant, and the hem of the clothes is inevitably stained with some plum fragrance.

It's time for a change.

At the moment when he was about to walk out of Qingluan Mountain, several servants ran out in a hurry, because they were too anxious, one of them almost hit him.

The little servant hurriedly knelt down: "It was the little one who offended Immortal Qingji, and I hope that Immortal will punish him."

He Zhouyue didn't care about these things, and said casually, "It's okay."

In the end, he was worried, but the servant gritted his teeth and stopped him: "Young master just had a sudden illness. I heard that the leader is at the main peak, and the little ones there can't improve their cultivation. I hope the fairy will help you!"

Did this make He Xiting sick from anger?

He Zhouyue was a little displeased.

After all, He Xiting had helped Fang Yan, and if he stood by and watched, something really happened to He Xiting, and he might have to blame him.

"I know, you go and ask for a doctor."

He flew all the way out of Qingluan Mountain and went straight to the main peak of Xianmeng. After asking a few guards, he learned that Fang Yan was waiting in the study. His figure flashed, and he found the place after a few breaths.

On the screen was a picture of a pine crane with its neck upturned and high-pitched, covering half of He Zhouyue's sight. He vaguely saw Fang Yan's body relaxed rarely, sitting in front of the desk and distracted by a picture scroll.

It was a portrait.