The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Strangely, Lin Zhouyue actually understood Fang Yan's unexplained words, and looked over in surprise.

And Fang Yan smiled more and more kindly.

Lin Zhouyue opened and closed her lips, wanting to say something, but there seemed to be no better solution...

While hesitating, a thin female voice sounded from behind the screen.

"Hush——Tian Chun, come on, let's not delay Daddy's work."

"Understood, mother... ah!"

Accompanied by uncontrollable screams, Nie Tianchun fell face-down, and was caught by the female cultivator behind him just as he was about to touch the ground. Only the screen slapped heavily on the ground, creating a cloud of dust and smoke. Good quality, no cracks at all.

Wen Shiqi and Nie Tianchun met each other's eyes and blinked together.

The female cultivator hurriedly took Nie Tianchun to apologize: "Tianchun loves to join in the fun, and interrupted everyone's discussion..."

Nie Lihou seemed to be afraid of causing Fang Yan's displeasure, and quickly stood in front of the female cultivator: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Nie is not strict in discipline, and I hope the leader will forgive me!"

Fang Yan smiled and said, "It's okay, the child didn't fall."

"Tianchun is fine..." the female nun was halfway through her sentence, she didn't care about any outsiders, and she didn't care about the word leader in Nie Lihou's mouth, she just got excited, "Husband, your legs!"

Nie Lihou held the female cultivator's hand, his eyes were slightly red: "Thanks to the kindness of the leader."

Lin Zhouyue thought to herself, this female cultivator should be Nie Lihou's Taoist couple, Shi Jiaojiao.

It was rumored that Shi Jiaojiao was a casual cultivator, and she fell in love with Nie Lihou at first sight when they met by chance. The husband and wife were, as the outside world said, very much in love.

Fang Yan praised: "City Lord Nie and his wife are loving, rich and intelligent, which is really enviable."

Nie Lihou: "The lord and Qingji Xianjun also..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Lin Zhouyue's cold eyes.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

The marriage between the leader of the Xianmeng and Xianjun Qingji is well known in the entire cultivation world, but a big mistake happened in the middle - Xianjun Qingji was poisoned by the demon world and died!

Although Fang Yan firmly insisted that his Taoist partner who had never been married was not dead, everyone thought that Fang Yan was using his affection deeply, and they gathered in Xianmeng one after another in order to repay the kindness or to chase fame and fortune.

When they were discussing how to deal with the Yaozu, Qingji Xianjun not only came back to life, but also became the 124th generation disciple of Yuan Yu. Not only did he execute the traitor in the demon world, but he also went to visit the Yaozu himself, although he didn’t know What exactly happened, but the fact that the original demon king abdicated and the new king ascended the throne was widely spread, enough to get a glimpse of it.

It's just that the marriage between the leader of the Xianmeng and Qingji Xianjun has never been reorganized. Although the official statement of the Xianmeng is that it has been postponed, privately, people from all walks of life have different opinions.

Nie Lihou originally thought that Fang Yan and Lin Zhouyue came to Moling City together, and the relationship between the two should be due to the many sayings that "due to the custom of the wall, we need to make new preparations", but now it seems...

Coolness crawled up his back, and Nie Lihou felt that the leg that had just been healed by Fang Yan seemed to be unconscious again.

"What's the girl's name?" Wen Shiqi squatted down in front of Nie Tianchun, and broke the silence that didn't last long.

Nie Tianchun half hid behind Shi Jiaojiao's back, with only half of his head sticking out, and said softly, "Nie Tianchun."

"The name sounds really good." Wen Shiqi found an unopened small box from the storage bag, and took out a gold-plated and beaded hairpin from it, "Come on, brother will give you a meeting gift."

Nie Tianchun shook his head: "My mother said, you can't take other people's things for nothing."

Shi Jiaojiao also said: "How can I make Xianjun spend money?"

Wen Shiqi said "嗐", and carefully inserted the hairpin into Nie Tianchun's bun: "Little thing, it's time for fun when a child is so big."

The topic about Fang Yan and Lin Zhouyue was brought up just like that.

Fang Yan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, so he just said to Shi Jiaojiao: "Mrs. Nie, have you ever seen a female cultivator named 'Pomegranate'?"

Shi Jiaojiao wore a rouge-colored gauze dress, she looked very gentle, she raised her hand and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, she glanced at Nie Lihou, and after the other party nodded, she replied: "Yes, Miss Shi a few days ago Stayed in Xuanfeng Palace for a day."

Wen Shiqi: "Can you take us there to see where she lived?"

Shi Jiaojiao: "This way please."

Nie Tianchun was taken down, and Nie Lihou and Shi Jiaojiao led Fang Yan and the others to the place where Wen Jiansheng lived.

It is a very simple and elegant yard, and there is a sycamore tree planted in it.

Shi Jiaojiao: "Miss Shi rested here, but it has been almost seven days, and the inside has been cleaned up."

Wen Shishi said thank you, opened the door and walked in.

Lin Zhouyue followed behind, and there were no traces left in the house.

Lin Zhouyue: "Have you talked to each other?"

Shi Jiaojiao: "I said a few words, all about the local conditions and customs of Mo Ling City, the evil spirits in the city, and the foreign monks."

Lin Zhouyue: "What happened to the foreign monks?"

Nie Lihou: "Moling City has been peaceful for hundreds of years. Recently, an evil spirit appeared from nowhere. Its mana was so powerful that the monks in the city were helpless. It didn't take long for the monks outside to get the news and came to help. Most of them were unknown casual cultivators. .”

Lin Zhouyue pondered over the words Wuming Sanxiu.

If these nameless casual cultivators were members of Dashenmen, it would make sense, but I don't know if their purpose is to be evil, or to find something else under the guise of evil.

Wen Shiqi: "Is there anything unusual about her?"

Shi Jiaojiao thought for a while: "No."

Wen Shiqi: "Then did she mention who is she looking for?"

Shi Jiaojiao: "No, but Miss Shi seems a little disappointed after hearing some customs in Moling City."

Wen Shiqi: "Disappointed?"

Shi Jiaojiao smiled: "It is said that if you have a feeling that you can't let go, you should come to Moling City to pray. You will find consummation here, so many idiots and resentful women come to ask for it after crossing the [-] mountains."

"However, outsiders don't know that most of the consummation achieved in Moling City is to let go."

"Letting go is also a kind of fulfillment."

·

Xie Chong only appeared at night, and Nie Lihou prepared Fang Yan and the others a place to rest.

It's autumn now, but the afternoon wind is still full of heat.

Lin Zhouyue borrowed a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and laid them on the table, planning to write a letter to her senior brother.

Dashenmen's ambitions are quite big, and Fang Yan, the supreme master of the cultivation world, is full of hatred, and he wants to win over the demon world and the demon world. The rest of the matter is out of his control, but when it comes to the uncle, they can't just sit on the sidelines.

Although it is not yet known what Dashenmen wants to do in Moling City, it is better to report to the senior brother as soon as possible so that the senior brother can be more or less prepared.

Halfway through the letter, Fang Yan walked in through the door that was never closed.

Lin Zhouyue's fingers holding the pen tightened subconsciously, and he suddenly felt defensive. He put the pen aside and looked up.

"What are you writing?" Fang Yan asked.

The tone is familiar, close and natural.

Lin Zhouyue always admired Fang Yan's face, he said lightly, "What's the matter?"

Fang Yan: "This season in Moling City is too dry, I'm afraid you won't get used to it."

Lin Zhouyue: "The lord of the labor alliance is concerned."

Fang Yan's eyes slid across Lin Zhouyue's uncovered paper, and with just a casual glance, he could see the care he had for Lin Ting at the beginning.

Tired or not, busy or not, okay?

Lin Zhouyue took a new piece of rice paper from the side and covered it, her voice became a little colder: "Is there anything else?"

Fang Yan was silent for a moment, thinking about what Nie Lihou couldn't hold back just now.

Nie Lihou had a broken leg. He was afraid that Shi Jiaojiao would be worried, so he dared not let her see it. As a result, Shi Jiaojiao couldn't see the worried cry. Nie Lihou had no choice but to let Shi Jiaojiao watch it. Shi Jiaojiao was still sad to see it.

Inside and outside the words are all young couples, you and me, which makes people feel funny and sweet at the same time.

He realized later that Lin Zhouyue had never cared about his injuries after leaving Xianmeng for so many days.

Fang Yan thought about it, so he asked.

Lin Zhouyue's eyes were blank for a moment after hearing this, and then she frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Master Fang's cultivation is unrivaled, and his life is as long as the sky."

Fang Yan did not let go of Lin Zhouyue's fleeting expression.

at a loss.

It seems that he didn't take his injury to heart at all, completely forgot, so that he didn't understand why he would ask such a question.

The rice paper covered on the letter was lifted by the wind, and the word "senior brother" came into Fang Yan's eyes again.

Everyone in the world knows that Lin Zhouyue has good swordsmanship, but few people know that he also writes very well, with a strong pen and a kind of arrogance that is independent of the world.

Once the two of them went to deal with the affairs of a certain place together. There was a custom of sending letters to each other on the Qiqiao Festival to express their friendship. The lover, who was blushing and lowered his head to deliver a letter to his sweetheart, said that he also wanted one.

Lin Zhouyue ignored him, and he just said it casually, but forgot it the next day. As a result, shortly after returning to Xianmeng, a love letter of the same format was placed beside the pillow in the sleeping hall.

It does not contain any lingering verses, but every stroke reveals the long-lasting warmth.

With a quick glance just now, only the first few sentences, what did Lin Zhouyue dictate to Lin later?

The chest felt uncomfortable again, not the pain caused by the injury, but a more uncomfortable soreness.

Seeing that Fang Yanjiu didn't speak, Lin Zhouyue became more and more unbearable to be bothered, and started to pack up the things on the table: "If you want to change the room, then I will let you."

Fang Yan grabbed his arm, his eyes darkened: "Is that why you don't want to see me?"

Lin Zhouyue said indifferently: "Although I don't understand where your self-confidence comes from, you feel that a broken mirror can be rounded, and water can be closed, but Fang Yan, put away your arrogance, you know, I am most annoyed by these things."

A harsh word was not enough, Lin Zhouyue continued: "Frankly speaking, Fang Yan, even if you die here, it has nothing to do with me."

After finishing speaking, he broke free from Fang Yan's shackles and left the small courtyard.

The door of the house and the courtyard are all open, there is no vulgar collision sound, and there are no obstructions on the road, and the end can be seen at a glance.

But Fang Yan knew that Lin Zhouyue would not come back.