The ally leader's stand-in is gone

In order to return to Xianmeng as soon as possible, He Zhouyue hadn't rested since receiving the task of going to Changlin, but now that he had one thing on his mind, he really had a good sleep.

It's just that with his cultivation base here, he didn't sleep for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was just getting brighter.

He Zhouyue changed her clothes for morning class, tidied herself up, and entered the Shuquan environment alone.

He was born with an ailment of spirit and soul, and he couldn't cure it after visiting famous doctors, so he could only pay attention to recuperation at ordinary times.

Fifty years ago, Fang Yan was interested in him first. He didn't want to come to Xianmeng to take a dip in the muddy waters. He just accidentally fell into an ancient secret realm with Fang Yan. Go, in order to save him, Fang Yan spared no effort to unload his spiritual power, endured the disaster of thunder with his body, and awakened the Ten Thousand Spirit Tree with his blood.

Thousands of silver trees hanging down, white light flashing like thunderbolts, and blood glaring scarlet.

He had his first heartbeat on the verge of death like a dream, and it was out of control.

For his soul, the two teamed up to open up a closed and independent space - the Shuquanjing, and moved the Ten Thousand Spirit Tree into it. Since then, when they met the divine thunder that contained spiritual power in the world, they threw it into the Shuquanjing, and used it together. The spiritual power nourishes the Ten Thousand Spirit Tree, and the Ten Thousand Spirit Tree nourishes the Divine Thunder. When the Divine Thunder matures, it can be used to nourish the spirit.

When he went to Changlin City this time, he happened to catch a ray of divine thunder.

The sparse spring environment is full of the pure spiritual power of him and Fang Yan. As soon as he enters, he feels comfortable. In the center of the altar with three long steps, the tree of all spirits stands upright, every inch of its branches and leaves glows with silver light. The space stretches majesticly.

He Zhouyue walked up to the altar familiarly, and hung the newly obtained divine thunder on the branches. When he looked up to admire the stream of trees, his handsome eyebrows frowned suddenly.

The divine thunder on the tree seems to be missing three.

Only he and Fang Yan can enter the Shuquan Realm. Could it be that Fang Yan took it?

But Fang Yan, isn't it Fire Spirit Root?

"Day and moon! Day and moon!"

Hearing the familiar shout, He Zhouyue's brows relaxed, and she turned around and stepped back to the bedroom.

The person here is exquisitely carved, but he can be called wild in his gestures. The bright yellow robe alone is dazzling, and he is afraid that others will not know that he is rich. From the beginning to the end, he is complete with earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings and jade pendants. Quite so, even the boots he was wearing were inlaid with spirit jade that was enough for the small sect to spend for a year.

That is to say, this person's cultivation base can squeeze into the ranks of first-class monks, otherwise he will be robbed of his underwear as soon as he goes out.

Wen Shiqi, the friend he made when he was led by He Xiting to isolate him, the two of them were quiet, but they hit it off.

He Zhouyue took the initiative to pour a cup of tea for Wen Shiqi: "Why are you here?"

Wen Shiqi didn't want to be courteous to him, and sat down there with a golden sword: "He Xiting is back, so you're not afraid of being bullied."

He Zhouyue said, "He can't bully me."

Wen Shiqi winked: "That's right, I heard that Fang Yan stood up for you in public yesterday, tsk tsk, how angry is He Xiting, are you happy? Do you feel elated?"

He Zhouyue didn't expect that in just one night, news about the banquet would reach Wen Shiqi's ears. The current cultivation world is not so prosperous and peaceful, and he doesn't know why these people are so idle.

He shook his head and said, "What happens to He Xiting has nothing to do with me."

"I knew you didn't care. The more you don't care, the angrier He Xiting will be!" Wen Shiqi tutted out, "I think when you first came back to the He family, you only learned some He family's outer martial arts. You stand out from the crowd and compare He Xiting to a puddle of mud, he really hates you."

That happened nearly a hundred years ago, he was still young, and there was no hidden front in his character, but even now he has never regretted it: "In the world of comprehension, one speaks on the basis of ability."

Wen Shiqi put the porcelain cup on the smooth jade table, without making any sound: "That's true. By the way, when will you and Fang Yan get married?"

He Zhouyue was taken aback when he heard the words: "Married?"

Wen Shiqi: "Those people want to bully you because of your innocence. You have been together for 50 years!"

As he spoke, Wen Shiqi stretched out five fingers and gesticulated over and over again: "In 50 years, if you can give birth, your child will be able to build a foundation."

Although He Zhouyue didn't grow up soaked in Zhihu Zheye's books, he rarely heard such explicit words, and couldn't help coughing lightly: "The whole cultivation world is on Fang Yan, and he is usually busy with affairs."

Wen Shiqi hummed a syllable: "No matter how busy you are, you can't even spare time for a marriage in 50 years?"

He Zhouyue lived a pure life, cultivated without years, really never thought about this, and was a little dazed for a while.

Seeing his appearance, Wen Shiqi said earnestly, "He's such a big man, he won't know when he will be betrayed by Fang Yan."

He Zhouyue laughed: "I've made a note. You've been here for so long, and you only talk about me. How are you doing?"

"It's okay. I've been lucky recently. I went around the South China Sea and made a lot of money." Wen Shiqi thought of something, and curled his lips again, "Isn't it just a coincidence that Shangyang will pick He Xiting back to the Xianmeng? The grandson hastened to come here because he was causing trouble for you, and I really guessed it."

He Zhouyue didn't have the time to worry about his suddenly short seniority: "Wait, you said you met Fang Yan in the South China Sea and took He Xiting back to Xianmeng? When did it happen?"

Wen Shishi: "Just the seventeenth of this month."

He Zhouyue frowned again.

Nanming Zhuyu only produces one piece every eight years, and it was born in the late spring of the eighth year, and it is extremely difficult to obtain. If the cultivation base is not as high as his level, it will be sent to death.

Although Nanhai and Nanming both carry the word Nan, they are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. If Fang Yan meets He Xiting in Nanhai, how can he get Nanming Zhuyu?

Seeing him running away, Wen Shiqi wondered, "What's wrong with you?"

He Zhouyue: "Nothing, is there anything new?"

Wen Shiqi came to Xianmeng this time to see He Zhouyue, and also to do business, the two chatted for a while, and He Zhouyue sent him out in person.

After Wen Shiqi left, he immediately walked in the opposite direction.

Fang Yan gave him the origin of Zhu Yu from the Southern Ocean, and he knew it just by asking.

At this time, many people were preparing for the coming of the city lord of the thirteenth week of Nanming. He didn't meet anyone along the way, and he arrived at the warehouse calmly.

He walked into the ten-foot-high lacquered door, walked around the winding corridor, and was about to come to the main hall of the warehouse when he accidentally heard a conversation coming from the corner.

Under the shade of the trees, stood two monks wearing disciple uniforms.

"Let me just say that the lord is partial to Mr. He. Today, the lord of Nanming Thirteen Continents came to court, and the lord only brought Mr. He there, and he didn't call him Immortal Qingji at all."

"But Xianjun Qingji and the leader have been in love for 50 years."

"I haven't been a Taoist partner with the leader for 50 years. Isn't that enough to explain the problem? Immortal Qingji didn't even have a decent place to live in the He family. It was the kindness of the leader who let him live in the alliance. I have become the leader of the alliance, and I am so cold and arrogant all day long."

"Compared with Qingji Xianjun, Mr. He is indeed much more approachable. The two brothers obviously look alike, so why are they so different in temperament?"

He Zhouyue came late, and only listened to half of it, but he could guess the general idea.

Perhaps these two people, or more people had similar thoughts for a long time, and now that He Xiting returned from his travels, he began to act unscrupulously.

As for the so-called fine clothes and food given by Fang Yan, he thought that just as he was willing to help Fang Yan with various affairs because he liked it, Fang Yan would also take good care of him because he liked it.

This is not a dirty deal, it is just a two-way payment out of emotion.

What's more, he is a monk in the out-of-body period, where can he not bear such treatment?

There was no fluctuation in his heart, he only felt that it was time to clean up the atmosphere of the Xianmeng.

There was a sudden "bang" by the door, and the cup made of colored glaze hit the Qiongyu steps, and the fragments flew everywhere, drawing colorful arcs of light in the air.

The head of the warehouse was terrified, and hurriedly stepped across the debris and ran to He Zhouyue to salute, his knees were trembling, as if he was about to kneel down in the next breath: "I have seen Qingji Xianjun."

The two disciples under the shade of the tree finally discovered the existence of He Zhouyue, and the two of them really knelt down on the spot: "I have met Immortal Qingji! Immortal Qingji, please spare me!"

The manager secretly raised his head, and quickly lowered his head when he caught sight of He Zhouyue's expressionless eyes: "It's because the subordinates are not strict in discipline, and I hope the lord will punish him!"

"According to the rules." He Zhouyue didn't want to argue with him, and said calmly, "I'm here to find the records of departure and entry from the warehouse for the past two days."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the reaction behind him, he went straight into the main hall of the warehouse.

After all, after staying with Fang Yan for so long, he still has the authority to view the records.

The servant quickly brought the tea.

It's his favorite, Shigui from the North.

Before he had a few sips of a cup of tea, the recorded jade slips were presented to him.

Without hesitation, He Zhouyue penetrated into his consciousness and directly searched for yesterday's information.

[Three quarters of Xu time on May 21 - Qu Yin - Nanming Zhuyu]

That is to say, it was Qu Yin who came back yesterday to take Nanming Zhuyu, brought another disciple, and found an excuse to distract him, and secretly gave Nanming Zhuyu to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan doesn't remember at all...

The warm jade was still falling on his waist, and He Zhouyue thought of the occupied seats at the banquet and the missing divine thunder on the All Souls Tree.

It's not a big deal after careful study, but it gathered into a trickle of water in such a short period of time, and the unknown void suddenly hit the calm lake, disturbing the completely reflected bright moon.

What the master said when he first stepped into the path of cultivating immortals sounded in his ears.

Master said, when the wind and rain come, one should feel it.

He Zhouyue's hand holding the jade slip unconsciously tightened.

Since he was with Fang Yan, he shouldn't hide anything. It's better to ask it sooner rather than later.

The manager had already dealt with the two disciples under his command, and stood in front of the case anxiously, as if he was afraid that if there were any mistakes in the record, even he would be expelled from the fairy alliance.

The officer in charge: "Xianjun, what's the problem?"

He Zhouyue put the jade slips into the hands of the waiting servant: "Nothing. The lord took Mr. He to attend the court meeting with the city lords of the Thirteen Continents in Nanming?"

The person in charge: "Yes, the city lord of Nanming Ninth Continent has been replaced by the former knight-errant Langyi Master. Mr. He has admired Langyi Master for a long time, so..."

He Zhouyue's voice suddenly sank: "Who?"

The person in charge: "Grand Thief Langyi Master..."

He Zhouyue's expression suddenly became serious.

Although Master Lang Yi has a reputation as a chivalrous thief who robs the rich and helps the poor, he has done a lot of bad things in private. He was beheaded by his master's sword as early as when he was young!

Master Langyi is dead, so who is it that sneaked into the pilgrimage team of the Thirteen Continents in Nanming?