The ally leader's stand-in is gone

The service hall and the Yuanqing Hall are built on a peak, which is remote and quiet compared to the majestic main hall.

The roof of the hall is raised higher than ordinary buildings, and two transparent skylights are specially set up. More than a hundred luminous pearls are embedded in the wall in order to reflect the moonlight. In the center of the hall is a worthless bronze incense burner. It is an object brought back from a trip to the world.

It is said that the dragon gave birth to nine sons, and the censer was hollowed out to carve a few mythical beasts biting each other, and with the curling green smoke fluttering, it looked fierce.

Fang Yan pushed the approved document to the side, Qu Yin took advantage of the situation to tidy it up, and added tea to his bottomed cup.

He moved the tip of his nose, belatedly recalling something in the light tea fragrance.

This tea is called Zigui, and it is He Zhouyue's favorite tea.

The taste is bitter and the aftertaste is astringent. I don't know what He Zhouyue likes about it.

Thinking of the scene with He Zhouyue in the end, Fang Yan lowered his eyebrows.

I thought why the day and the moon were so peaceful and worry-free, but I never thought that with such a big temper, it would be as boring as ordinary people to make trouble.

Fang Yan pressed his temple: "Where is Qingji Xianjun?"

Qu Yin: "In Phoenix Forest."

Fang Yan: "His own?"

Qu Yin: "The young master of the Wen family is also there."

Smell Seventeen?

That young master who was extremely noisy and didn't even close the door?

Just as Fang Yan was thinking, a figure appeared at the door of the office.

He Xiting, dressed in green gauze and green robe, walked in with a smile on a food cup whose aura was overflowing from the closed lid: "The lord is not done yet?"

Fang Yan's expression quickly became gentle: "Why are you here?"

He Xiting: "When I traveled to Xichuan, I encountered excellent fire-type spiritual materials, and I wanted to give the leader a taste."

He Xiting didn't ask Qu Yin to help, and handed over a bowl with his own hands.

Fang Yan took a sip.

Very sweet.

Fang Yan: "Yes, your craftsmanship is still the same as before."

He Xiting smiled and said, "It's fine if the leader doesn't dislike it."

Fang Yan: "How are you preparing for the alchemy?"

"It's all ready, and I feel very at ease in forming a pill in Xianmeng." After He Xiting finished answering, he paused for a moment, his eyes flashed, with a bit of envy and self-mockery, "Speaking of which, I am about the same age as my brother. It is in the late stage of my body that I need to form a pill, and I don’t know when I will be able to help the leader like my brother.”

Fang Yan looked at He Xiting with a half-smile, and finally said after a long while: "Whatever promised you is yours, don't think so much."

These words were mixed with some warnings, but He Xiting seemed to have taken a reassurance, and confessed to Fang Yanying: "Xiting knows his mistake."

He Xiting: "There is a temple fair at the foot of the mountain tonight, why don't you go and see it?"

Zigui's bitter taste was entangled with the sweet and greasy spirit soup, rushing nondescriptly into Fang Yan's nose.

He stretched out his clothes and stood up: "I still have some things to deal with, let's wait another day."

He Zhouyue's mind is heavy, and Wen Shiqi is stirring up trouble beside him, which may cause some confusion.

For him, He Zhouyue is still of great use.

Phoenix Forest.

He Zhouyue liked phoenix trees in the past, so Fang Yan planted a phoenix forest for him in the mountain behind Xianmeng.

And now, it has been seven days since he had a conflict with Fang Yan, and during these seven days, there has been no news from Fang Yan.

He had just sent Wen Shiqi away, and after packing up the utensils in the room, he ran to the largest phoenix tree and dug out the altar's own brewed wine, and took out a chessboard from the storage bag, and put it on the table from his master. It appears that the endgame is ready to pass the time.

However, his mind was always drifting outside the Phoenix Forest, and he couldn't concentrate no matter what.

Master likes to be quiet, in order not to cause trouble for the master, he has never used the master's moves in the 100 years since he went down the mountain, and he has never even summoned the original saber.

Not long after he was with Fang Yan, he sneaked back to the teacher's door once.

At that time, the senior brother persuaded him to stay, saying that Fang Yan was not a good man, but he felt that Fang Yan was very good. Seeing his firm attitude, a senior in the master's school made a fortune teller for him. Yan's bond was established early on, and the two had a destined marriage.

He asked the senior what the bondage is, and the senior said, let him wait for the flowers to bloom.

Unexpectedly, he didn't wait for the tree of all spirits to bloom now, but he waited for He Xiting to come.

The strangeness that happened seven days ago appeared in his mind.

Fang Yan has this change, is it because of He Xiting's return, or because what he has seen for a long time is...

"Playing chess?"

The person who was thinking about it suddenly appeared on the opposite side, brushed the fallen leaves on the cushion with his knuckle fingers, bent down and sat down.On weekdays, the leader of the Immortal League, who was well described and could go to the main hall to be admired at any time, simply wore his hair in a casual attire and was naturally easy-going. In this Phoenix Forest where there were only the two of them, it was rare to feel kind.

Rao Fang Yan bowed his head first, but He Zhouyue's anger still persisted: "What are you doing here?"

Fang Yan leaned forward, took out two large boxes from the storage bag, put them on the ground and opened them: "This is the Thirty Divine Thunders, and all the Nanming Zhuyu after the establishment of the Nanming Thirteen Continents. It was me before." I didn't take care of your feelings, Zhou Yue, don't be angry, okay?"

He Zhouyue lowered his eyes.

It turned out that Fang Yan was looking for these things these days...

His heart softened a lot, but he still said: "Fang Yan, you know I'm not angry with common people."

Fang Yan leaned against him, and stretched out his hand to wrap his shoulders: "I know, Riyue blames me for being biased."

He Zhouyue was silent.

Fang Yan said helplessly: "I didn't expect that the estrangement between the two of you brothers is so deep, I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."

Xu Shi grew up listening to the love stories of the ancestors since he was a child, and was protected too well by the masters, uncles and brothers. He Zhouyue's understanding of feelings is simple and pure.

If you like it, you like it, and if you are wrong, you apologize.

The problems of the two people are as simple as they are now, they both have the heart to maintain this relationship, and there is nothing they cannot face.

He was finally willing to see Fang Yan.

In fact, Fang Yan's face is more affectionate, but usually there is always a compelling aura around him, and no one dares to look at it. Now that the aura is subdued, those peach blossom eyes with hooked tails suddenly glow with affection, as if The warm lake water that can't reach the bottom always coaxes people to sink into it.

He Zhouyue loosened his strength, and asked unexpectedly at the moment when he was close to Fang Yan: "Fang Yan, have you ever thought about getting married?"

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Fang Yan's expression froze suddenly, and he turned his face to He Zhouyue's side to be intimate with He Zhouyue twice, trying to resolve the point, "Wen Shiqi asked?"

He Zhouyue: "It doesn't matter who asks, what matters is what you think?"

Fang Yan pretended to meditate: "Since Day and Moon are interested, let's see the day after this busy period is over?"

He Zhouyue's heart was completely settled, and she said "OK" softly.

Fang Yan pressed his shoulder twice as if coaxing a child, leaned forward and brought over the freshly opened jar of wine on the table: "You made it new?"

He Zhouyue: "Yes, you taste it first, and I'll get a wine cup later."

The matter of getting married was just a random question, if he paid attention to these vain etiquettes, he would have mentioned it long ago, why wait until now.

It's just that Fang Yan thought about it seriously on the spot, which showed that he was serious about his relationship with the two of them.

This is enough.

The seniors of Shimen said that he and Fang Yan had a destined marriage.

All spirits bloom, and bonds appear.

When the tree of all spirits blooms, he must take a good look at what kind of fate caused him to meet Fang Yan in this world of mortals.

The haze covering her heart slowly dissipated, and He Zhouyue even walked much more briskly.

He went to the house to pick out a complete set of wine cups, and walked back leisurely.

Fang Yan over there is drinking wine while looking at Zhenlong who was killed by him.

Just now he was only thinking about the things in his stomach, and he hadn't tasted the wine yet, so he couldn't help asking: "How does it taste?"

Fang Yan held up the wine cup, quite interested: "I haven't had such an intoxicating wine for a long time."

Get drunk?

He Zhouyue leaned over and smelled it.

It is indeed stronger.

Fang Yan: "What's the name of the wine?"

"Sorrow." He Zhouyue recalled the steps of brewing wine, and said in self-criticism, "It should be because Li Zhi put too much. Next time..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Yan pulled him by the waist and fell directly into a firm and familiar embrace.

Immediately afterwards, a sip of mellow turbid wine passed through the gap between his lips.

He Zhouyue was lying on the ground with Fang Yan's right hand pillowed, and his extremely hot breath burned his neck.

Fang Yan's voice was hoarse: "Strong or not?"

He responded with an affirmative word, and the rolling Adam's apple was immediately caught by his lips and teeth.

As if the illusion of being hunted and his life completely controlled made his whole body tense, subconsciously pressed Shang Yan's shoulder, trying to push the person out: "It will make people see..."

Fang Yan smiled vaguely: "Just now you said you want to get married, but now you are afraid that people will see me kissing you?"

He Zhouyue's cheeks, ear roots, and even the skin on the edge of the collar burned redly. Hearing Fang Yan's words, he gave a not-so-violent look.

Fang Yan was not in a hurry, and after teasing, he coaxed patiently: "First, I went to Nanming and you went to Changlin. We separated for many days, and then we had trouble for seven days and we haven't seen each other. Riyue, I miss you very much."

He Zhouyue's push back became weaker.

The phoenix forest spread continuously, as if there was no end.

He Zhouyue's line of sight was full of youthfulness, and gradually, the blossoming buds began to be covered by water mist.

Just before he was dragged into the deep sea, a sudden dark blue streaked across the sky.

It's a mysterious bird!

He Zhouyue woke up suddenly, and turned ashore from the tide.

Fang Yan seemed to have noticed the change in He Zhouyue, and stood up slightly: "What's wrong?"

Fortunately, both of them didn't have time to take off their robes, He Zhouyue tried to calm down: "Sorry, I have something urgent..."

Fang Yan rolled his eyes: "Are you sure, at this time?"

He Zhouyue avoided Fang Yan's gaze. It is not good to leave at this time, but there is no way...

He tidied up the neckline on his own, hesitated for a while, and finally planted a kiss on Fang Yan's lips, the color of his ears hadn't faded: "When I come back, I will pay you..."

Seeing that He Zhouyue was so determined, Fang Yan had no choice but to bite the man's lips, making way for him: "Be careful on the road."

He Zhouyue: "You too."

When He Zhouyue's back disappeared into the sky, Fang Yan lazily sat back on the edge of the chessboard, picked up the wine jar and poured another one himself.

Missing.

His little lover seemed to be hiding many secrets.

However, he didn't care.