The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Didn't Wen Jiansheng take care of seeing Nanshan and focus on finding someone? Why did he help Fang Yan deal with the affairs of the Xianmeng?

He asked out his doubts, but he knew that these things were safe but didn't know why, waiting for a pair of innocent big eyes to shake his head at him.

Every time he sees Pingan like this, he thinks of Runyuan who is far away in the city, and the depression in his heart disappears a little.

I don't know what's going on with Yuan Shi, I still have to find a way to go back as soon as possible, otherwise the brothers and the others will be worried.

The trouble should end it.

Lin Zhouyue tentatively asked, "Fang Yan seems to be spending less and less time in Xianmeng?"

Ping An recalled: "It's just recently, especially since the beginning of this month."

At the beginning of this month, that is, after he failed to break through.

Pingan thought of something, and sighed again: "Fortunately, there is a leader. My brother and I were about to be arrested by the people of Dashenmen. It was the leader who appeared and saved our entire village. My brother is only ten years old..."

Lin Zhouyue: "He is indeed a qualified fairy alliance leader."

Pingan nodded sharply: "I also petitioned the Immortal League because I admired the leader, but I didn't expect to be chosen!"

Lin Zhouyue couldn't help but think about it, too. Leaving aside a bunch of emotional messes, Fang Yan is indeed very charismatic.

Powerful, courageous, and just, he ended the troubled times and maintained the normal operation of the entire cultivation world.

Even during the period when he had the deepest prejudice against the other party, he never denied the other party's achievements.

Today, he doesn't have any strong love or hatred for Fang Yan, he only thinks about being apart from each other, and when time changes, both of them will let go completely, and maybe he can be a friend who is free to listen to the rain and play chess when we meet in the upper world in the future.

Ke Fangyan "not allowed".

He stayed in Chongluan Palace for a few days, and his mentality gradually calmed down. If he wanted to get out of trouble, he had to look at the current situation rationally.

Head-to-head is definitely not enough.

Fang Yan's original intention was good, but he used the wrong method, maybe he could try to resolve it peacefully.

Over there, Ping An also realized that his lord imprisoned Qingji Xianjun here, and he praised the lord to Xianjun, and couldn't help but carefully looked at Xianjun's expression: "Xianjun forgives sins..."

Lin Zhouyue would never argue with a child: "It doesn't matter."

"Who made us angry again?" A familiar voice sounded from the door.

Lin Zhouyue followed the sound and looked.

Fang Yan, dressed in white Shengxue, wearing a jade crown, is handsome and noble, and is stepping over the threshold to him at a leisurely pace.

Fearing that Fang Yan might misunderstand Ping An, Lin Zhouyue said, "Who else can there be besides Fang Da?"

"Okay, it's my fault." Fang Yan put a wooden box on the table with a smile, "This Jiujiemei should be regarded as an apology to Zhouyue."

Lin Zhouyue used to like to make wine, and every winter, she would always find some nine-section plums to make a base. Recently, she has a lot of things to do and is not in the mood, so she forgot about it.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yan still remembered.

Ping An was knowledgeable and interesting, cleared the table after saluting, and left with the tray in his hand.

Fang Yan frowned: "Why do you only eat so much?"

Lin Zhouyue: "It's better to change the alliance leader and become a prisoner, and see how good your appetite is."

Fang Yan: "If the day and the moon imprison me, naturally..."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Zhouyue stared back.

After staring, Lin Zhouyue closed her eyes.

Originally, he wanted to have a good chat with Fang Yan, but he couldn't help but sneer when he saw someone.

Be calm, Fang Yan is the best at pulling a thousand pounds in fours and twos, and there will be no good results in a head-to-head confrontation with Fang Yan.

He opened the lid of the wooden box, and the fragrance of Jiujiemei entered his nostrils, together with the memories of the past.

He also had a long period of peaceful and indifferent days with Fang Yan. Although there were misunderstandings in it, looking back now, at least he doesn't find it annoying.

Fang Yan liked him, but he was forced into a hurry because of his inner demons, so he was locked in the Chongluan Palace.

That being the case, it can still communicate.

"What is Zhouyue thinking?" Seeing his silence for a long time, Fang Yan asked.

Lin Zhouyue looked up at Fang Yan, who was sitting on the stool next to him, calm and calm, with a gentle smile, and accepted all his sarcasm without any displeasure.

It's just that at such a close distance, he caught a glimpse of imperceptible fatigue from the end of Fang Yan's eyes.

Lin Zhouyue: "The matter of Dashenmen is very difficult?"

Fang Yan didn't expect him to ask this question, and after a moment of stupefaction, he replied: "Dashenmen always likes to hide in places, so it took some effort."

Lin Zhouyue: "Have you found Tu Xia?"

Fang Yan: "He hid deeper and was seriously injured, so he won't show up easily."

Lin Zhouyue understood after a little thought.

Tu Xia forcibly cast a spell on him to plant his inner demons, and was forced by Fang Yan to blew himself up by Fang Yan in Shangmoyuan, which was why he was seriously injured.

And these are all to stimulate and retaliate against Fang Yan by hurting him.

Lin Zhouyue: "Tu Xia used to be like this..." He paused, unable to find a suitable adjective for a moment.

Fang Yan: "Crazy, or extreme?"

Lin Zhouyue: "Almost."

Fang Yan: "He is quite extreme in many things, including his attitude towards the cultivation world, but he will not show it when facing Master."

Lin Zhouyue: "What's your attitude towards the cultivation world?"

"He admires the Chosen One very much." Fang Yan said meaningfully, "It's not the Chosen Era, but the Chosen One."

Lin Zhouyue realized something, and her expression became serious: "Then he seized power, could it be..."

Fang Yan: "It's just a guess."

Lin Zhouyue: "Brother, do you know about this?"

Fang Yan: "I only found some clues this time."

Lin Zhouyue said indifferently: "Yuan Zhuan has already intervened to deal with Dashenmen, and has contributed a lot in this turmoil. I will trouble Leader Fang and senior brother to write to remind me."

After all, he picked up the wooden box and was about to go out.

"Shall I write to Lin Ting?" Fang Yan expressed delicately, "If I remember correctly, Lin Ting still wants to marry you."

Lin Zhouyue: "I would rather tell my brother personally."

Fang Yan said with a smile: "Let me do it, why bother Zhouyue."

Lin Zhouyue knew that Fang Yan was just talking about it, and it was impossible not to tell Yuan Yu about such a big matter, and it was impossible for him to report the letter to his senior brother - then it was clear that he was in the Xianmeng.

So he went out with the wooden box in his arms.

Fang Yan: "Where are you going?"

Lin Zhouyue: "Wine making."

Most of the wine-making utensils are in the Chongluan Hall, Lin Zhouyue dug them out familiarly, and found an empty table in the courtyard to set them up.

A set of utensils was neatly arranged, which made his hands itchy more and more.

Fang Yan finished his work soon, so he came over to help him.

Lin Zhouyue: "Snow in Tianshan Mountains."

Fang Yan took it out of the storage bag and handed it to him as promised.

"Lan Ling."

"Clear Micro Bamboo."

"Spirit Mountain Cypress Needle."

Fang Yan: "I remember that Jiujie Hydrosol doesn't need Lingshan Cypress Needle?"

Lin Zhouyue said casually: "Brew new ones."

Fang Yan glanced at him a few times: "I thought you were still angry."

Lin Zhouyue didn't raise her head: "Is it useful?"

Fang Yan stopped talking.

The two brewed new wine in such a quiet and tacit understanding, it was rare that they didn't confront each other, or talked about some unpleasant topics.

Time seemed to go back to the past when everything hadn't happened, and they often sat in the Phoenix Forest like this for a whole day, occasionally discussing the freshness of the brewing wine, or using words to fight sword moves.

In the past 50 years, they have basically never had any conflicts. They are very compatible on the bed//under the bed, and they can know each other's thoughts with just one look. They can be called a fairy couple that everyone admires.

However, now that Fenghuanglin has been burned and built several times, it is difficult to imitate the original appearance.

Lin Zhouyue's new wine doesn't need much Jiujiemei. With Fang Yan's help, six jars of wine, large and small, were completed before midnight.

He likes to make wine, and Chongluan Palace naturally has a place to bury wine, which is at the northernmost part of the courtyard.

Fang Yan helped him move the jar and asked, "What's the name of this?"

Just after the Spring Festival, this year has just started, but obviously the beginning of this "trapped by people and sealed spiritual power" is not very good.

Lin Zhouyue: "Looking forward to the coming year."

Fang Yan's movement of handing the wine jar stopped suddenly, and after a long while, he whispered: "Can I take a jar?"

Fearing that Lin Zhouyue would not agree, Fang Yan added, "A small altar."

Lin Zhouyue's wine making is purely due to itchy hands, and she didn't plan to bring it back to Luan Dian after heavy weight: "Anything you want. But it will take a year to drink it."

Fang Yan: "One year... I know." Lin Zhouyue clapped her hands and stood up after finishing her busy work, and when she looked up, she met Fang Yan's unconcerned eyes.

Those eyes that he was familiar with were full of complexity, and the always warm pool water was filled with dense mist, which was so heavy and heavy that it was hard to see through.

I just feel inexplicably sad, and my heart tightens when I fall.

It's just a jar of wine, what is Fang Yan thinking?

He subconsciously wanted to ask a question, but before he could say anything, Fang Yan raised his eyes and said with a smile, "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

The sad mist was like his illusion, dissipating completely in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zhouyue didn't have any spiritual power, she couldn't endure all day like before, she turned around and was about to go back to the bedroom to rest, who knew Fang Yan was still following him after he entered the hall.

Lin Zhouyue asked suspiciously, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Fang Yan: "I'm sleepy too."

Lin Zhouyue: "You don't have a sleeping hall?"

Fang Yan: "Does Zhouyue want to accompany me?"

This is to be with him...

Lin Zhouyue's face darkened, only to feel that Fang Yan pushed his nose on his face.

He reminded himself to be calm, and said to Fang Yan as calmly as possible: "I don't think we need to make it too ugly. It's good to look forward to the coming year together just now."

Fang Yan agrees: "I think so too."

"I've thought about it for the past few days, Fang Yan, you don't want to face the risk, you must intervene in my breakthrough, okay, I agree." Lin Zhouyue suggested, "I am willing to open part of my sea of ​​consciousness and soul to accept Your help."

This is what he can think of after a few days of thinking, and it is the most acceptable method for both parties at the moment.

He can be free, and Fang Yan can feel at ease.

Fang Yan seemed to have heard something new: "Day Moon has learned to advance by retreating."

Lin Zhouyue: "Blindly being stuck in the past will only drag yourself down. If you are willing to take a step back, the past is irreversible, but maybe we can still be friends in the future."

He fixedly looked at Fang Yan, and after a while, Fang Yan took the lead to look away.

Fang Yan lowered his eyes and seemed to smile: "If I had heard this sooner, I would probably have changed my plan, but Dayue...it's too late."

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