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He Zhouyue subconsciously followed the mask that fell on the ground with his eyes, and when he raised his eyes again, he met Shang Yang with slightly puzzled eyes.

From those eyes illuminated by the fire, he saw Zhang Qi's ugly face.

While Fang Yan was slightly stunned, He Zhouyue immediately swung him away with the hanging sky, pulled Wen Shiqi and ran away.

The two ran all the way to an inconspicuous small peak somewhere in Xianmeng before stopping. He Zhouyue released his consciousness to confirm that Fang Yan hadn't followed before he relaxed his guard and looked at Wen Shiqi from top to bottom.

He was concerned: "Is there any injury?"

Wen Shiqi panted heavily and waved his hands: "What about you, fellow daoist... Is your voice so familiar, fellow daoist?!"

He Zhouyue couldn't help laughing, seeing that there was no one around, he put away the effect of the Mirage Pill on his face.

Under the shadow of the thick sycamore tree, he watched Wen Shiqi go from shock to jealousy, and then into fury, punching him on the bridge of the nose.

Subconsciously avoiding it, he raised his hand to catch Wen Shiqi's fist.

The veins and blood vessels on the fist were bulging, and He Zhouyue, who hadn't received any beatings since she was a child, realized after a while that maybe she shouldn't hide at this time.

He clenched his fist and hesitated for a moment, tried to hit it with the tip of his nose, and said honestly, "I made you worry."

Wen Shiqi's fist on the tip of his nose began to tremble, as if he had done some self-struggle, but finally he let go of all his strength and hugged him heavily.

"You idiot... son."

He felt Wen Shiqi sniff his nose quietly, then pushed him aside, deliberately cleared his throat and asked him harshly: "Be honest, what's going on? Didn't you already...how did you appear just now?" In Chongluan Hall?"

He Zhouyue's expression darkened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, and said concisely: "I really should have died that day, it was my brother who brought my soul back, and used secret techniques to create a fake body for me. Luandian is to take my body away."

Wen Shiqi: "Why didn't I know you have a senior brother? Which sect are you from?"

The corners of He Zhouyue's lips raised slightly, and the sky was full of stars in his eyes: "Yuan Sadness."

Before he left the mountain, he had discussed his identity with his senior brother. For the sake of his uncle, Yuan Ji would have more disciples join the world, so there is no need to hide it from his friends.

Wen Shiqi's fingers swayed back and forth, probably because he really didn't know where the original is, so he simply pointed to the sky: "That Yuanchen?"

He Zhouyue: "That Yuanxie."

"No wonder." Wen Shiqi clicked his tongue twice, teasingly said, "The real person doesn't show his face, you."

He Zhouyue: "Sorry, I didn't say it before because..."

Wen Shiqi: "I understand, I understand. Who in the cultivation world has never heard of the name of Yuan Yu, what are you going to do now, let's go and steal your body?"

He Zhouyue: "There was a disturbance in the Chongluan Palace, Fang Yan will definitely watch over it more strictly. By the way, I saw Fang Yan going to track down Dashenmen at night. How did he come back so quickly?"

Wen Shiqi had a strange expression on his face: "You still don't know? The man has already been caught, and he is kowtowing to you in the Yuanqing Hall."

He Zhouyue: "Kowtow to me?"

If Fang Yan wanted to catch a well-known current president of the Wen family in the Xianmeng, it would be easy, but He Zhouyue and Wen Shiqi had waited for a long time before the disciples of the Xianmeng made any moves, knowing that Fang Yan didn't intend to care about it , So he changed his face and clothes again, and swaggered to watch the fun with Wen Shiqi.

There was a circle of monks in front of the always solemn Yuanqing Hall, and Wen Shiqi yelled to give way, and squeezed him in.

A monster whose cultivation base is already a high-level demon is kneeling at the place where the three coffins were placed before. The horns on his forehead have been pulled out by the roots, leaving only a bloody hole the size of a cup. What kind of spells, he was kowtowing very rhythmically, and he kept saying things like "I am blind and deaf, I offended Qingji Xianjun", "Qingji Xianjun enjoys immortal blessings forever, and his life is equal to heaven".

As Xianjun Qingji himself, He Zhouyue was embarrassed and just wanted to stab the monster to death with a sword, so don't be ashamed here.

Senior Brother Yixiao was also in the crowd, and when he found him, he sent a voice transmission to him, with an undisguised smile in his voice: "Isn't Lord Qingji here?"

He Zhouyue said helplessly: "Brother Yixiao, you also laugh at me, what's going on?"

Yi Xiao: "It's probably because this thing offended you."

He Zhouyue: "Shouldn't we investigate Dashenmen first?"

Yi Xiao: "I just searched for the soul of this monster when there were few people. Fang Yan had already tortured it, and sent people to continue the investigation. Our people also went."

Only then did He Zhouyue feel relieved that although Tashenmen acted arrogantly, his whereabouts were a mystery and it was difficult to trace the origin, and now he finally found a breakthrough.

Now that Dashenmen has made progress, he will focus on getting his body back.

However, what he didn't expect was that in the next few days, Fang Yan didn't take a single step out of the Chongluan Hall.

He Zhouyue sat alone on a backlit rock somewhere in Shukuang Peak.

There is a clear spring three feet below his feet, and the cry of an unknown little animal is heard in his ears. He lowered his head and wiped the body of the Chuixiao sword carefully with a silk cloth, but his mind was not on the sword.

It's been five days.

Fang Yan stayed in Chongluan Hall for five days.

If he is completely dead and his soul leaves his body, then his original body has little to do with him and becomes a container that can be returned but not returned.

But because the master left behind for him, and Fang Yan did not know what method to use, but created a glimmer of life for the body, the soul and body were still involved.

Although it would be easier to return to the body in this way, because of the involvement, some states of his fake body will also affect the original body.

With Fang Yan's eyesight, he should have noticed it.

In addition to the sea of ​​consciousness that has been closed all the time, and the various traces that were exposed on the day when the body failed to be retrieved, although Fang Yan used the illusion pill, Fang Yan could guess it was him if he used his brain a little afterwards.

Fang Yan didn't look for anyone with much fanfare, but only guarded the Chongluan Hall.

Fang Yan was waiting for him.

But he didn't want to see Fang Yan.

What will he say when he sees him? Most likely Fang Yan will say some disgustingly tender words to him, or simply tell him how he wants to keep He Xiting.

He didn't know what Fang Yan had in mind, but he didn't have such a thing, so did he deserve to die?

Maybe it's because he hasn't practiced enough, even now thinking of this matter still stirs his heart, and he wants to ask Fang Yan why.

But he couldn't go. With his current mood, he would probably start a fight when he saw Fang Yan. The matter of Dashenmen hadn't been fully clarified yet.

It is well known that the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm has a close relationship with Yuan Shu, and if he is exposed, he will only scare the snake away.

But his body must be taken back.

He had to find a reason for Fang Yan to go even though he knew it was to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

Out of the corner of her eye fell on the strange reflection on the water, He Zhouyue paused when she wiped her sword.

He Xiting...

Knowing each other for a hundred years, the number of times He Zhouyue took the initiative to come to Qingluan Peak can be counted on one hand.

As before, the plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums were all blooming just right under the support of the spell, but he felt much calmer while walking.

The door of Qingluan Hall, which was always open, is now tightly closed, and there are a few cold-faced monks standing at the door, with axes taller than people inserted there, turning Xanadu into an exquisite prison.

Relying on the shadow, he entered the bedroom without attracting anyone's attention. There was not even a waiter inside. He Xiting was sitting on the couch with his back facing him, his back was curved, and the butterfly bones were also prominent.

He Zhouyue found it interesting.

It's just that he was almost killed by the thunder, and He Xiting didn't look much better than him.

He quietly set up an enchantment in the bedroom, then removed the illusion pill, and walked out of the sound of footsteps.

"Who?!" He Xiting turned around defensively, as if he had seen a ghost when he saw him, "Aren't you dead...?! Come on!"

He Zhouyue stopped in a leisurely manner, this distance is enough for conversation.

He said: "I thought that after I died, you would get what you wanted."

Seeing that he was breathing and his heart was beating, and he didn't look like he wanted to do something, He Xiting's fear gradually disappeared, and he suppressed his anger and said, "You came to see my joke?"

He Zhouyue: "I'm here to discuss a deal with you."

He Xiting sneered: "Because I was punished by heaven and thunder, instead of killing me, you want to negotiate a deal with me?"

He Zhouyue didn't want to talk too much with He Xiting, and said directly: "I remember that you are very obsessed with forming alchemy, and the demon king's scepter is in my hands. As long as you help me lead Fang Yan out of the Chongluan Palace, after the matter is completed, I will will heal you."

He Xiting is a smart person, his eyes rolled around a few times: "After the matter is done, you have to promise that you won't do anything to me."

He Zhouyue looked indifferent: "Although I don't know why, you used to be very confident about the future after the alchemy. If so, the future depends on you."

He Xiting still had to bargain, and He Zhouyue said impatiently, "If you don't want to, forget it."

He Xiting: "I promise! You also have to keep your word."

He Zhouyue: "Naturally."

He Zhouyue and He Xiting had never been in harmony, but when he saw He Xiting in such a mess, he felt no joy in his heart.

Fang Yan used to be so partial to He Xiting, and even sent him to die because of it, but now he treats He Xiting as a prisoner and throws him in Qingluan Hall without asking.

It can be seen that people's hearts are changeable, and the word love is the most unreliable.

When Sishi was approaching, there was news from Qingluan Peak that Mr. He had become obsessed with cultivation and was determined to seek death.

The leader of the Immortal League, who had been in the Chongluan Palace for five days, finally came out of the carved wooden door of Chanyuan.

After Fang Yan's figure disappeared into the sky, He Zhouyue entered the Chongluan Hall.

It was quiet and peaceful inside, and the ever-burning lights lit up the whole room, almost giving him the illusion of a lifetime away.

This time, he must take his body away, and there is no longer any delay.

He walked around the screen and walked to the ice bed used to protect his body.

However there is nothing on it.

not good!

He Zhouyue realized something, even when Dang wanted to leave, his feet suddenly softened.

He looked at the burning censer at the corner of the ice bed, where the rooted partridges were planted.

Yin Ying slipped from his hand, and Fang Yan's voice came from behind.

"Day and Moon can keep me waiting."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-28?20:32:34~2021-07-29?19:38:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Orange Cheng? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: voon? 10 bottles; it is Yueliuguang? 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!