The ally leader's stand-in is gone

The wooden door opened in response to the sound, Fang Yan had a slight smile on his face, turned a blind eye to Wen Shiqi's obvious dislike, and sat next to He Zhouyue, turned his head and said, "Why did you choose this kind of person?" Where to drink tea?"

No accusations, no questioning, just a simple opening sentence.

It seems that he really has great trust in his Taoist companion.

He Zhouyue didn't understand how Fang Yan could act so nonchalantly after imprisoning him, burning Phoenix Forest, and wanting him to exchange blood for He Xiting.

Wen Shiqi was also amazed at Fang Yan's excellent mentality, he couldn't help but leaned back, his chin slightly retracted, full of surprise: "Leader Fang, you don't let Xianmeng take care of the eldest son of the He family, and come here to disturb others and do good things." Well."

Fang Yan took He Zhouyue's jade cup casually, and took a sip of tea, showing his intimacy.

Before Wen Shiqi's patience was exhausted, Fang Yan said slowly: "Dayue's body hasn't recovered yet, I'm afraid something will happen to him."

Wen Shiqi wanted to say more, Fang Yan said casually: "When I came here, I bumped into President Wen, and President Wen seems to be looking for you, this land is so big, I don't know when you two will meet. "

Wen Qiqi was so rebellious that he even dared to say a few words in a strange manner in front of Fang Yan. It could be said that he was not afraid of anything, but his sister at home.

Hearing the name of "President Wen", he stood up from the stool directly: "Fang Yan, isn't this a bit too much?!"

Fang Yan spent all his time playing with the jade cup, looking at him from the rim: "It's just a coincidence. But if you run now, maybe there is still time."

He Zhouyue knew a thing or two about the situation of Wen's family, and saw that Seventeen was in a dilemma, so he persuaded: "Don't worry about me, just go in as soon as possible."

Wen Shiqi hesitated for a while, said "If he bullies you, come to me!", and jumped out of the window in a hurry.

The sound of rain came from the unclosed window. After a long time, it grew louder and heavier, and the bamboo tube fell straight to the ground like beans, making people upset.

He Zhouyue turned his gaze back to Fang Yan.

Even though Fang Da's leader is in a brothel box full of rouge, he still looks elegant and dignified, out of tune with his surroundings.

"How's the injury?" Fang Yan asked.

He Zhouyue responded lightly: "No problem. The leader is here, what's the matter?"

Fang Yan let go of his aura, and softened his voice to coax: "I'm just worried about your injury, why did you fall to Nascent Soul, let me have a look." As he said that, he was about to touch He Zhouyue's eyebrows.

He Zhouyue dodged sideways, feeling impatient: "Fang Yan, haven't you pretended enough?"

He escaped the sea of ​​temptation, but his right hand pressed on the table was caught off guard by Fang Yan.

He Zhouyue's physique is colder, meeting Fang Yan's first-class fire spirit root, it's like soaking in a hot spring dug in the mountains, the joints are so ironed that it's unreasonable.

But he was not in the mood to be tender with it, and tried to pull it back with force.

No tics.

Fang Yanwen said in a warm voice: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have suspected you indiscriminately. You can punish me however you want, don't drag your injuries."

He Zhouyue almost laughed angrily, but Fang Yan's mouth turned into a light sentence of "shouldn't doubt".

Only one corner of his lips was raised, and he sneered: "I've raised it, so I can replace He Xiting's blood?"

"I knew you would misunderstand. Your father told me before that he wanted you to replace He Xiting's blood, but I refused." Fang Yan pinched his fingertips, "Ming Ya told me everything, that day I had to Knowing that I blamed you, I asked Ming Ya to take someone to treat your wounds, he met your father on the road, your father's meaning, not mine."

Ming Ya, the disciple of the Immortal Alliance who came to untie the barrier for him that day.

He Zhouyue was taken aback: "You refused?"

Fang Yan: "To treat He Xiting, at least two-thirds of the blood in your body must be removed. How can I be willing?"

He Zhouyue's empty heart seemed to be supported by someone.

Fang Yan's eyebrows were affectionate, and the warm spiritual power poured into his body through the palms, soothing every aching meridian.

Not long after, he was forcibly brought back from the late stage of Nascent Soul to the early stage of leaving the body.

Fang Yan: "It's barely reached this point. If you raise it further, it will hurt the root. I will practice with you again in the future."

Strong, handsome, considerate, patient, what a perfect Taoist companion.

But the better Fang Yan treats him at the moment, the more he feels that his feet have not been stepped on.

He Zhouyue calmly said: "Where is the Phoenix Forest?"

Fang Yan was apologetic: "I was too impulsive, we will plant another one when we go back, and I will plant it with you myself."

He Zhouyue: "Don't mention anything else, Fang Yan, what's going on with you and He Xiting?"

There was a sudden pause in the movement of holding her fingertips, and He Zhouyue refused to blink, lest she miss any subtle expression on Fang Yan's face.

But he didn't find anything unusual.

Fang Yan straightened his sleeves for him, and condescendingly poured him a cup of tea: "He Xiting and I are an old-fashioned story. Dayue, have you heard of Ascending Heaven Valley?"

"Climbing the Sky Valley?" He Zhouyue was puzzled, "Does it have anything to do with climbing the ladder?"

Fang Yan's eyes wandered for a short while, and he quickly regained his clarity: "The person who established Ascending Heaven Valley said that its original form is the world's largest secret realm, going to Demon Abyss, and the two are equally dangerous. I brought it out from Ascending Heaven Valley."

He Zhouyue has never heard of Dengtian Valley, but he knows Shangmoyuan.

It is a secret realm created by the continuous fall of people, immortals, demons, and demons in ancient times. It is filled with poisonous mist and undissipated grievances and evil spirits. Once you step into the edge, you will never find your way back to the world.

If Deng Tiangu was as dangerous as Shangmoyuan, then Fang Yan couldn't even think about what happened in it.

He Zhouyue: "You went to the Sky Valley to find the ladder to climb to heaven?"

"Almost." Fang Yan nodded, "There was an accident in the middle. He Xiting, who shouldn't have been in Dengtian Valley, was involved, and he helped me by accident. How about it, isn't it old-fashioned?"

He Zhouyue didn't comment on this matter itself, but asked: "So you later became the leader of the Immortal League and supported the He family all the way, because you owed He Xiting back then?"

Fang Yan: "Yes."

It sounds reasonable, but it doesn't make sense in many places.

If it was just to repay the favor, why would Fang Yan be so nervous, he even burned the Phoenix forest on impulse, and locked him in the Chongluan Palace regardless of his injury.

This is not a repayment, it is clearly a preference.

However, the word love is the most difficult to falsify.

He Zhouyue raised his eyes and looked at Fang Yan, as if he wanted to see through his heart through those sparkling and affectionate eyes.

He asked aloud, "Fang Yan, have you ever loved me?"

It was still raining, and a wind chime made of seven small chimes was hung on the window edge, which made a series of crisp sounds when the wind blew, and the lower half of the veil nailed to the wall was also stubbornly dangling, as if it had spirituality Generally in harmony with it.

In the entire private room, between the entire world, only the time and air in the narrow distance in front of He Zhouyue and Fang Yan are stagnant.

He Zhouyue didn't know how long he had waited, maybe it was only for a moment, or maybe he had gone through a cycle of life and death.

In the endless stagnation, Fang Yan's eye ends were the first to move.

Slightly raised, laughing before saying anything.

He heard Fang Yan say: "Day Moon, when I came to look for you, the tree of all spirits sprouted buds."

Fifty years ago, a senior of Yuan Yu, stroking his beard with one hand and pinching his knuckles with the other, made a fortune teller for him on the mountain closest to the upper realm.

The senior said, you and Fang Yan have a destined marriage, and the bond has been established long ago.

When the elixir blooms, you will see where the red thread is tied.

He Zhouyue closed his eyes.

In the darkness, he felt as if he was divided into two halves, arguing and quarreling with each other.

What did Fang Yan do like to love him?Why can't he admit it?

But the hexagram of the senior has never been wrong. He has waited for 50 years, and finally he can see the dawn of the bond between the two of them. Is he really willing to miss it like this?

He really loves Fang Yan. Has his relationship with Fang Yan really reached the end of the rope?

While wandering, He Zhouyue felt a weight on his body, and Fang Yan suddenly hugged her up.

But he didn't hug Fang Yan's back intimately as usual, his hands were only hanging by his sides, without moving.

The 50-year relationship is not easy to see through and let go, at least give him time to calm down alone.

I went to Changlin City before, and the scenery there was not bad.

He Zhouyue: "How many people know that you locked me up?"

Fang Yan: "Except for a few waiters, your father and your younger brother, there is only Wen Shiqi who heard the news by mistake."

He Zhouyue is at ease.

It's good that few people know about it, and if it gets to the ears of senior brother at that time, I will worry about him again.

Fang Yan thought why Zhouyue was shaken, and the voice in his ear became more and more gentle: "If you get angry again, you must go back to Xianmeng with me to heal your wounds. The Dashenmen has popped up again recently. The demon king is acting sneaky. You have hurt so many of their disciples, I don’t feel relieved to be outside alone.”

He Zhouyue was about to refuse, but when he heard the following words, his expression froze.

Demon?

His uncle?

I just heard that Seventeen said that the people behind Dashenmen are very powerful, could it be that...

He straightened his expression and pushed Fang Yan away from his shoulder: "What's the matter with Guan Mozun?"

Fang Yan: "The latest clues found, the master of Dashenmen may be the Supreme Demon Realm, Lin You."

He Zhouyue: "Isn't the Demon Lord Yuan Shu's disciple? He joined hands with the monks to end the chaos in the battle between immortals and demons. He didn't have a reason to create Dashenmen, right?"

Fang Yan: "Yuan Shi used to be the number one sect in the cultivation world, do you know why it disappeared after the battle between immortals and demons?"

As Yuan Shui's disciple, He Zhouyue had studied his family's history well, but he was restrained, so he could only vaguely say, "Know a little."

Fortunately, Fang Yan didn't notice his careful thinking, and continued: "Yuanshu No. 60, the third-generation master has received three apprentices, and Mozun is the third. Because the master has suffered injustice, these three apprentices They all hate the world of comprehension, and after the boss and the second came to power one after another, Yuan Ji became farther and farther away from the world of comprehension."

"No matter what, the first two sect masters are famous and upright, but the devil is said to be very evil. Now that those who can control him have ascended, it is not impossible for him to seek revenge."

What Fang Yan said earlier was right, even his attitude towards the cultivation world was influenced by his master.

But he had met his uncle a few times when he was young, and he didn't seem like a troublemaker, not to mention that his master said that his uncle was already asleep.

Then who is it that is under the guise of the uncle, pouring dirty water on the uncle's head, trying to bring disaster to the world?

If it was someone else or something else, he wouldn't even bother, but it happened to involve his uncle, and the master had specifically explained before he ascended, not to let idlers disturb the uncle's cleanliness.

He couldn't stand by and watch.

He Zhouyue asked, "What are you going to do about He Xiting?"

Fang Yan: "I made an appointment with the Demon King to Xianmeng."

He Zhouyue: "The Demon King?! Besides the Demon Lord, the Demon King is also born."

Fang Yan is still smiling, but the temperature in his eyes has faded completely: "Since there is demon blood on He Xiting, it means that he must have been in contact with the demon clan. The strange thing is that this matter is not difficult to investigate, but even the demon king can't help it." I readily agreed to come to Xianmeng to see his situation."

He Zhouyue's thoughts turned, he didn't believe that his uncle would attack the world, and the sudden appearance of the demon king was worth pondering.

He said lightly: "When will the demon king come?"

Fang Yan: "It should be soon, do you want to go back with me to have a look?"

He Zhouyue: "It's good to have a look."

With He Zhouyue's approval, Fang Yan did not hide his joy, hugged him and shook him gently twice to show his intimacy: "Then we will return to Xianmeng, I have sent someone to replant the Phoenix Forest."

He Zhouyue lowered her eyelashes, even if she planted again, it would not be the same area as before.

Especially those few jars of wine, originally planned to send some to the senior brother, but now I am afraid that not all of them will be dried by Fang Yan's divine fire.

Fang Yan could see that He Zhouyue was not very interested, but since he had agreed to go back with him, he would slowly coax him later. He Zhouyue valued love, and if he compensated more, the reconciliation would not take long.

Thinking of this, he asked again: "Do you want to go back to Xianmeng first, or seek revenge for those who harmed you first?"

He Zhouyue's eyelashes trembled: "No need. The matter of cultivation is voluntary."

Volunteer?

He knew that He Zhouyue had a lot of secrets, but he never cared about it, as long as He Zhouyue could be by his side quietly, looking at it now, the secret seemed to be quite big.

Fang Yan frowned: "I've already told you about He Xiting, should we have a good chat about what you haven't said?"

But He Zhouyue didn't open up with him, and even didn't want to look at him, obviously it was a gesture of avoidance.

He Zhouyue: "Sorry, but I promise this matter will not affect you and me, nor will it affect Xianmeng."

Fang Yan's eyes sank.

He remembered the jar of strong wine he drank in Fenghuang Forest.

Missing.

Where he can't see, what does He Zhouyue miss behind his back?

However, now is not a good time to ask. He Xiting owed He Zhouyue in the matter of He Xiting's failure to form an alchemy.

He didn't want to make it too ugly.

Fang Yan blinked, and returned to the intimacy between lovers: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. If there is something that needs me, just don't forget me."

He pressed his forehead against He Zhouyue, and lightly touched the tip of his nose: "I also want to do something for you."

He Zhouyue and Fang Yan returned to Xianmeng just like that.

As compensation, all kinds of rare treasures for nourishing the body, spiritual food and spiritual materials were sent to the Chongluan Palace like snowflakes, and the servants who served them were as awed as ever, and they lost their memories of being transferred away in those few days. Don't dare to test half a word.

He and Fang Yan became the same again.

He will help Fang Yan to make suggestions on some matters, and Fang Yan will also spare time to accompany him, sit quietly and play chess under the eaves, and occasionally open a jar of old wine that escaped disaster because it was buried in the Chongluan Palace. The days are peaceful and tranquil.

If they can deceive themselves and others, it will still be a good marriage.

Judging from the news mentioned by Fang Yan, the Demon King is getting closer and closer to the Immortal League, but He Zhouyue's body has problems again.

As a monk in the early stage of leaving his body, he actually developed a fever.

Fang Yan put down his desk-full business affairs and stayed by his side every step of the way.

He Zhouyue touched her hot head, thinking that she should go to a Buddhist practitioner to ask which temple is more effective, maybe she accidentally bumped into something, otherwise why have there been some moths in the past month.

Fang Yan was holding a bowl of freshly brewed medicine by the bed, planning to feed him with his own hands: "Drink the medicine first."

He Zhouyue glanced.

It is bitter at first glance.

The doctor came to see it for him, but he hesitated and couldn't understand it. Several people discussed it for a long time and finally said that it might be depression.

I'm afraid that even the medical practitioner himself doesn't believe it. If he is in his state, if he is confused, he will only turn into a demon. How can he be depressed and feverish?

He pushed the medicine away: "I didn't look at the right symptoms, and prescribed medicine indiscriminately."

Fang Yan persuaded: "This medicine is for strengthening the foundation and improving the vitality, and there is no harm."

He Zhouyue didn't want to drink it at first, but seeing that Fang Yan was full of concern and had delayed a lot of business for him, he just swallowed it all.

It's really bitter.

He waved his hand: "Go and do your work, a little illness, it's okay."

Fang Yan was reluctant to leave: "Your illness is strange, and the cause is unknown, how can you stay alone."

He Zhouyue: "The situation of Dashenmen is unknown, and the Yaozu will also enter the world. You have a lot of work to do, and the Chongluan Palace is not unguarded. If there is something wrong, I will send someone to find you."

After several times of evasion, Fang Yan left the Chongluan Hall, and when he arrived, he did not forget to instruct He Zhouyue to take good care of him.

And He Zhouyue leaned against the wall weakly since Fang Yan left.

As Fang Yan said, his illness was too strange, but apart from fever from time to time, there was no other discomfort. Even the cultivation that Fang Yan gave him was absorbed unconsciously, and he came out of his body. The realm is also stabilized.

Could it be the influence of the sudden rise and fall of the realm?

Staring dazedly, he crawled to wash his face, felt that his mind was clearer, and began to meditate.

The higher the realm of cultivation, the more difficult it is to improve.

Although they are all out of the body, some people can't practice from the early stage to the late stage throughout their lives.

If someone wants to drag the uncle into the muddy waters of the cultivation world, the next step may be Yuan Shu, and he has to hurry back up.

When the evening was approaching, a servant knocked on the door of He Zhouyue's bedroom.

"Qingji Xianjun, the leader sent a doctor to diagnose and treat Xianjun."

He Zhouyue came out: "Didn't you already have a diagnosis and treatment?"

Boy: "This time it's the doctor invited by the genius doctor valley."

It was rare that Fang Yan still worried about him in his busy schedule, so He Zhouyue made way for him.

The doctor came out from behind a few servants, held the maroon wooden box in front of him, bent down and saluted him.

"I have met Immortal Qingji."

He Zhouyue felt that the voice was a little familiar, and then looked at the doctor's raised face.

Isn't this his fellow apprentice, Runyuan? !

Yuanyi has a branch of medical practitioners, and Runyuan is indeed a medical practitioner, but why did he become a member of the genius doctor valley?

He suppressed his emotions, left the servants outside the hall, entered the inner room with Runyuan, and poured two cups of tea with his own hands.

Run Yuan was lively by nature, seeing no outsiders, he put the box on the low table, and happily greeted He Zhouyue: "Brother, long time no see!"

He Zhouyue was puzzled, "Why did you go down the mountain?"

Runyuan: "The headmaster received news that there was a Dashen sect in the realm of comprehension, which had an inexplicable relationship with the demon world, so he sent people down to investigate."

Before his ascension, the master passed on the position of head, and the head run that Run Yuan said must have been Senior Brother Lin Ting.

He Zhouyue: "There are rumors that Master Lin You is behind Dashenmen."

Runyuan: "It must be fake! Uncle Shi is too lazy to do something about Dashenmen. If you want to do something, you can just take it to the Demon Realm. There are so many detours there."

The two reached a tacit agreement on this point.

He Zhouyue's peripheral light fell on the wooden box: "Why did you go to the valley of the magic doctor?"

Run Yuan looked festive, and when he smiled, there was only a thin slit in his eyes: "Xianmeng's investigation is too strict. Thanks to our old friend with the genius doctor Gu, I lent He Xiting the excuse to get in."

Speaking of He Xiting, the first thing He Zhouyue thought of was the demon blood on the other party.

He couldn't help asking: "What's the matter with He Xiting's illness?"

Runyuan narrowed his eyes again, approached him sneakily, and lowered his voice specially: "I remember that senior brother has a normal relationship with He Xiting, right?"

He Zhouyue said "hmm" without emotion.

Everyone knew about his relationship with He Xiting, so there was no need to put on a show in front of his junior brother.

Runyuan was completely relieved: "Then I'll just say it straight. He Xiting's demon blood has already invaded the sea of ​​consciousness. To be able to penetrate so deep is probably because he had intercourse with the demon clan."