The ally leader's stand-in is gone

He Zhouyue was neatly dressed and walked quickly on the bluestone road of Xianmeng. The moonlight poured down, but he couldn't make a shadow of him.

Shangmoyuan is the largest secret realm in the world, and those who enter it cannot exit.

This is true and false.

During the battle between immortals and demons, his ancestor was designed by someone to enter Shangmoyuan by mistake. He not only crawled out of it, but also harvested Shangmoyuan as his own back garden. Encountering injustice is also related to this matter.

In the year when He Zhouyue formed the Golden Core, his master took him to Shangmoyuan, and while practicing in it, he accidentally got a dagger-like artifact without a front.

hidden.

The person holding this weapon can travel between heaven and earth, no matter what the other party's cultivation level is, they will not be able to discover your existence.

Tonight, Fang Yan invites Feng Zui for a banquet, and he wants to take the opportunity to go to the study of the main peak.

When he passed Xingding Hall, the lights inside were brightly lit, probably because some show had just ended, and the sound of admiration spread into his ears far away.

What will Fang Yan and Feng Zui talk about?

He held Yin Ying's right hand tightly.

It's still early, so it's not a problem to go in and listen.

The layout of the hall was adjusted into a back shape, and most of the people sitting inside were Fang Yan's cronies. The seat on the right hand side of the main seat was empty, and He Xiting sat on Fang Yan's left hand side. After the demon blood was pulled out, it was different, although it was still weak , but at least I can come out to participate in this noisy occasion.

And Feng Zui was sitting directly opposite Fang Yan, his white hair scattered on the ground into a half-spread fan, holding a bottle of scarlet liquid and smiling heartily.

That smile fell into He Zhouyue's eyes, no matter how you looked at it, it felt hypocritical.

He Zhouyue found a pillar and stood beside him. During the banquet, they were drinking and drinking, mostly talking about the customs of the two worlds, mixed with the temptation to come and go.

No matter what question Feng Zu mentioned, Fang Yan could block it calmly, and even throw the question back.

As the king of the demon world, Feng Zui's talent is not ordinary, and he didn't suffer much after a few rounds.

But He Zhouyue got a headache when he heard it.

He rubbed his temples, feeling that it was not easy for Fang Yan to be the leader.

Forget it, let's wait for Fang Yan to give him a summary. Fang Yan won't hide this serious matter.

When he was about to leave, he heard Feng Zui ask Fang Yanyao: "There is something unclear about Feng, I wonder if the suzerain can explain it."

Fang Yan made a gesture of invitation: "It's okay for the demon king to say so."

Feng Zui's chin raised again and again, as if he was extremely puzzled: "The suzerain will rule the world for a long time, and the celestial alliance will help the common people. He is the master of the world, the uncrowned king, and what he holds in his hands is the rise and fall of the entire cultivation world."

"Although the Qingji Immortal Monarch is as bright as the bright moon, he always stays in the sky, as if he doesn't care about the survival of the six realms. He wants a different way from the suzerain. I don't know how the suzerain is with him?"

He Zhouyue stopped and turned back to the pillar.

Fang Yan didn't get entangled in this issue, but only smiled slightly: "There are three thousand roads, and different roads will lead to the same goal."

I have to say more about Fengzu, but Fang Yan seems to cast a glance lightly: "The demon king seems to have any opinions on this gentleman's people?"

The jumping ever-bright lights were all at a standstill, and the night wind that had been coming in from the doors and windows had all disappeared. The atmosphere in the Xingding Hall suddenly froze. Vivid statue.

The culprit's orange-red eyes flickered a few times, and he didn't know what to think, and finally raised the wine bottle to Fang Yan: "It's Feng who made a slip of the tongue, suzerain, don't blame me."

All in one drink.

He Zhouyue resumed breathing together with everyone in the hall, only then did he realize that his heart had already been suspended before he knew it.

Whether he defended himself or his face as the leader, Fang Yan did not disappoint him.

He looked at Fang Yan's handsome and smiling side face, followed by a smile unconsciously, turned around and walked out of Xingding Hall all the way.

On the first seat, Fang Yan glanced casually across the small mist that condensed on a mahogany lacquered pillar by the door, and the corners of his lips raised.

Ever since He Zhouyue came back to Xianmeng, he has always been unhappy. It's okay to coax his people.

Relying on the shadow, He Zhouyue arrived at the main peak's study without attracting anyone's attention.

Although Fang Yan in the palace favored him without hesitation, it was far from enough to dispel his doubts.

After He Xiting returned to Xianmeng, Fang Yan's various anomalies were beyond the concern of repaying kindness. He was in Xianmeng. Why did Fang Yan miss the painting and hurriedly cover the face of the person in the painting when he saw him?

Why did Fang Yan fall in love with him in the first place?

For the past 50 years, when Fang Yan was facing him, who was the person he was thinking about...

He went around the screen and found a porcelain white calligraphy and painting jar on the other side of the desk.

With the bright moonlight, he found the painting that he didn't see clearly yesterday.

The exquisitely framed picture scroll unfolds slowly on the book case. The person in the painting is standing on the cliff facing the wind with his sword in his arms. The state of independent elegance.

He Zhouyue poked his fingers towards the face of the person in the painting.

Probably because He Xiting is more lively than him, even his eyebrows and eyes are much calmer than him, unlike him, anyone who sees him will feel that he is not close, and he dare not speak to him.

Just like this painting, he obviously misunderstood that Fang Yan was evil and apologized, and he was sincere in his heart, but he still had an expression of indifference.

The brush strokes are gentle and affectionate, and the breath of Songxi ink has not dissipated for a long time, filling his nose, as if to fill his whole heart.

After a while, He Zhouyue rolled up the scroll carefully.

It was he who misunderstood.

The marriage between him and Fang Yan is destined by heaven, if the person in Fang Yan's heart is not him, who else can it be?

He put the scroll back into the calligraphy and painting jar, and when he was about to let go, he suddenly noticed something strange.

The mountain behind Xianmeng, Phoenix Forest.

Fang Yan carried the spiritual material he had just found, and walked slowly on the road in the forest.

Last time he impulsively burned down the entire Phoenix Forest, and then realized that he had misunderstood He Zhouyue, so he had someone quickly plant it again.

It seems that the craftsman's level is not bad, no different from the previous ones.

These days, He Zhouyue's mood is getting worse and worse. He thought for a while, and then thought of He Zhouyue's lost half-body cultivation base.

He Zhouyue claimed to fulfill her mother's wish, so she found relatives and returned to the He family.

He didn't doubt it at first, or didn't take it to heart. The face similar enough to He Xiting and the excellent bones are very appetizing to him. No matter who He Zhouyue is, he doesn't care. What he wants must be will get.

Until he sent people to investigate two days ago, there was no clue at all.

He Zhouyue's life before returning to He's house seemed to be completely blank.

What kind of exercises he learned, what magic weapon he used, what friends he had, and who led him to the immortal path, all can't be found out.

What kind of background is it that can be so seamless.

Fang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

How many secrets are hidden in his little lover.

After crossing the last bamboo bridge, Fang Yan found the wooden house built in the Phoenix Forest.

The branches and leaves of the Phoenix tree are gracefully unfolded, illuminating the scattered shadows all over the ground in the sunset.

For some reason, He Zhouyue didn't wear her favorite water-blue gown, but a black robe, sitting alone under the eaves, her long hair not crowned, only a jade hairpin tied behind her head, holding a The moon-white wine bowl is drinking.

The sun shines on half of He Zhouyue's face, even such a warm color makes the lines look soft, He Zhouyue always looks like this when there is no one around, as if there is nothing worth staying in the world, and he can leave at any time.

As Fang Yan got closer, the smell of wine became stronger.

It is so intense, most of it is the nostalgia that was buried in the Chongluan Palace and did not suffer.

He frowned and said, "I'm still sick, why did I drink so much wine?"

He Zhouyue put the bowl aside: "How is Feng Zui going?"

Fang Yan said patiently: "Feng Zui's Shangxian League this time intends to find me to form an alliance."

He Zhouyue: "Alliance?"

Fang Yan: "There is news from Qu Yin that the demon world is not at peace, and the demon king who is condemned is not worthy of virtue, and his cultivation level is not so good. Although he is powerful, his seat is not secure."

He Zhouyue: "Feng Zui wants to win you over to quell the chaos for him?"

"Almost." Fang Yan grabbed He Zhouyue's waist and pulled him into his arms, "Are you losing weight again?"

He Zhouyue didn't struggle either: "Apart from this, is there any other plan to seal the crime?"

Fang Yan's displeasure finally came to the surface: "Why do you start worrying about these things all day long?"

He Zhouyue put the book on the floor, pressed his forehead and shook his head: "I don't like that condemnation."

Fang Yan: "If Dayue doesn't like it, let's ignore it."

He Zhouyue: "He Xiting still needs to be convicted and treated."

"Take a look at yourself first." Fang Yan pinched his hands and sighed, "Did you take your medicine on time these days? I heard that Runyuan went back to the Valley of Miraculous Doctors to review medical books. Why didn't you call other doctors Fix it?"

He Zhouyue: "Others are not as good as him."

When Runyuan was mentioned, He Zhouyue couldn't help but move his fingers on the ground.

On the surface, Runyuan is returning to Miracle Doctor Valley, but in fact he is Huiyuan.

Today is the succession ceremony for his senior brother Lin Ting as the head of Yuan Yu, and he is not eligible to go back to participate.

Already full of worries and in poor health, another pot of mellow and mellow thoughts that had been brewed due to too many li twigs was brewed. I didn't feel it just now, but now I'm relaxing in Fang Yan's arms. He Zhouyue felt that his sight began to change. It's a little blurry.

He insisted: "How is Dashenmen?"

Fang Yan was angry and helpless, hugged him horizontally in his arms, walked into the room in twos and put him on the bed.

He cast a cleansing spell, and then pulled the quilt to cover He Zhouyue: "Why are you blushing so much and still thinking so much, I think the seat of the leader of the Immortal League will be given to you."

He Zhouyue's consciousness also began to lose consciousness when he was drinking heavily: "No, it's very annoying."

Fang Yan: "Don't just go to sleep, and worry about it after you wake up."

He Zhouyue blinked twice: "It's not dark yet."

Fang Yan cast a glance out of the window, and with a wave of his hand, the world darkened: "Can I sleep now?"

He Zhouyue wanted to say more, but Fang Yan kissed her lips forcefully and domineeringly.

In the midst of the entanglement of breath, his mind was completely muddled, He Zhouyue couldn't hold on after all, so he closed his eyes according to Fang Yan's intention, and fell asleep after a while.

Fang Yan specially pushed off the rest of the business to accompany He Zhouyue, but without saying a few words, he drank too much and fell asleep.

He sneered, there was nothing wrong anyway, he just took the book He Zhouyue put on the bedside and sat down at the table, intending to stay here for the whole night.

The two became estranged a little because of He Xiting's matter, and He Zhouyue still had great use, so he had to find a way to make it up.

As for He Zhouyue, he had to be soft.

He casually flipped through a few pages, and doubts arose in his heart.

The book is a travelogue, He Zhouyue never read idle books, why did he specially bring the Phoenix Forest and put it by the bedside?

The wooden house in Fenghuanglin is not a place to live, and there are no other books, so he can only continue to read this book.

When Fang Yan read half of the book, He Zhouyue became uneasy again.

He dropped the book and walked to the bed, seeing that He Zhouyue's complexion was sickly flushed, probably because he had a fever again, mixed with the effect of alcohol, the quilt almost unconsciously rolled up to his waist.

I need to see a doctor.

Fang Yan pulled the quilt back up, turned around and was about to call the doctor, his wrist sank unexpectedly, He Zhouyue held him tightly, and said nonsense indistinctly: "Don't want me."

He Zhouyue, who was in a coma, completely lost the coldness of the past, even the reserved nature when the two of them were alone, her eyes were closed tightly, and her beautiful face was full of attachment, which made one's heart soften.

He remembered the marriage contract that He Zhouyue mentioned earlier.

After all, I have been with myself for 50 years, and it seems that there is nothing to give a name.

Fang Yan pushed He Zhouyue back, even though he knew that the other party didn't understand, he still coaxed: "I'll call the doctor."

However, He Zhouyue refused to let go: "Currently, I know I was wrong..."

"Brother, don't want me..."

Fang Yan: "?"