Peach Blossom Dream

To uncle Jifeng behind.

"Did you take care of his injury?" Shu Jifeng asked Zuo Qingyue, "I thought you escaped."

"Nan," Zuo Qingyue raised her chin, "The leg of lamb has been cut for you, it's not cooked yet."

Shu Jifeng looked at the scarlet leg of lamb, and called for Sister Lu to come up and pick something cooked outside.While eating, he remembered what Jiang Zhu said, and remembered the Cen Lan he had seen before, and said, "He just said that he is from Jingfan? Coincidentally, I know the master of Jingfan."

Zuo Qingyue was a little surprised: "You mean Cen Lan? He's an unstoppable master. He looks like a fairy all day long. Do you know him? Is he your master's friend?"

"No. He wants to make friends with me." Shu Jifeng replied.

Zuo Qingyue picked out a relatively ripe piece of meat with a knife, and looked at Shu Jifeng with deep meaning: "Speaking of which, Boss Shu's appearance and martial arts background are few and far between, so it's not surprising that Cen Lan wants to know you."

"..." Shu Jifeng seemed to be hearing such a high evaluation of his appearance from others for the first time, so he automatically ignored the yin and yang in his words.

But before he finished being happy, Zuo Qingyue spoke again: "However, this kind of person who wants to make friends is not a good person, and has bad intentions. Uncle and boss, you have to be careful, don't trust anyone easily. Especially for this kind of old people, who have a lot of romantic debts, which you can't handle."

What's the mess?Shu Jifeng looked at Zuo Qingyue and snorted coldly: "Why should I deal with it?"

"Why, do you really want to be friends with him?"

"..."

Zuo Qingyue continued to speak earnestly: "He is much older than you! He is quite old, and his scheming might reach the eighteenth level of hell. Who knows what he wants from you?"

"You think too much, Master Zuo. What does this have to do with romantic debt? What does it have to do with age?" Uncle Jifeng was completely at a loss when faced with Zuo Qingyue's series of questions.

Zuo Qingyue bumped his waist with her elbow: "You might as well choose me as your friend, I am young and beautiful, am I not better than him?"

Uncle Jifeng: "Hehe."

"Even if you don't like being friends with me, you can't forget your Mr. He!"

"roll."

Seeing that it didn't make sense, Zuo Qingyue couldn't help raising her head and sighing: "Brother He, brother He, you have a rival in love."

Uncle turned his head away, too lazy to communicate with Zuo Qingyue.

Sister Lu, who was silent all the time, was hesitant to speak. She couldn't help but want to know the details about Master Jingfan and Brother He, but she didn't dare to speak casually in front of Zuo Qingyue, scratching her heart and lungs. for a while.

There were no new topics to discuss, and the few people gradually quieted down. Sister Lu and Uncle Jifeng both dozed off.Accompanied by the croaking of frogs, even Zuo Qingyue, who has always been a nocturnal lurker, began to yawn: "Hey, uncle, I find that every time I'm next to you, I can sleep better."

Shu Jifeng didn't answer, he was already asleep.

The four of them took a makeshift sleep in the broken hut.

The next morning, when Uncle Jifeng was woken up by the sun, Zuo Qingyue had already picked several fruits and came back. She looked radiant, but because of getting up early, her face was a little paler than usual.

Shu Jifeng took a serious look at him, and once again wondered if he was going to die soon.

At this time, Jiang Zhu, who was injured last night, also woke up, struggled to sit up, and asked: "Several heroes, you saved me last night? I don't know how to call these heroes? The younger generation is a disciple of Jingfan. Mother, fifteen years old. Thank you heroes for saving your life today, this junior Jiang Zhu will definitely repay your benefactors in the future."

Shu Jifeng didn't want to claim credit, pointed to Zuo Qingyue behind, and said: "It has nothing to do with us, he saved you alone."

"It's just handy, it's nothing to worry about. Besides, I'm not a few years older than you, so don't tell me how old you are." Zuo Qingyue handed a fruit to Uncle Jifeng, "How did Brother Jiang meet the devil last night?" Teach people?"

Jiang Zhu didn't know Zuo Qingyue, and saw that he was gentle and friendly, and he was his savior, so he told him everything: "I am a disciple of Jingfan sect. I went out to practice for the first time recently. I met a girl who was raped by her parents. Forced to marry someone I don't like, that girl begged me to help her, and I couldn't bear it, so I helped her escape from the mansion. But she suddenly changed her face, and I realized that she was... the Demon Cult of Snow Country people."

"This incident tells us, young people, don't make friends with others, especially those who take the initiative to approach you." Zuo Qingyue spoke earnestly, looking at her uncle, she pointed out, "By the way, what does that girl look like? "

"Everyone is a lady, dignified and gentle, with slightly thick eyebrows."

"Is her surname Shen?" Shu Jifeng asked casually.

Jiang Zhu glanced at him in surprise, nodded: "It is indeed Shen, I don't know the full name."

Uncle Jifeng and Zuo Qingyue looked at each other, and understood: it seems that they met old friends again.

"Brother, you've gotten into big trouble this time." Zuo Qingyue still had lingering fears about the finger pull, and regretted not taking Huo Yu with her when she went out this time, "That's not a simple lady."

Uncle Jifeng nodded in approval.That is indeed not a simple lady of the big family, but a lady of the big family who kills people.

Sister Lu, who was at the side, was terrified and couldn't help interjecting, "Then does she know you're here?"

Jiang Zhu shook his head.

Sister Lu breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment she heard Jiang Zhu say:

"I don't know if she knows."

"..." Sister Lu's heart that had just let go rose again in her throat.

Zuo Qingyue had no choice but to comfort everyone with words: "Don't be afraid, Brother Jiang is a Jingfan. If the Demon Sect really came, his sect master, Senior Cen Lan, would definitely not leave him alone. Senior Cen's kung fu is so good. You must be able to suppress this Miss Shen. Don't you think so, Boss Uncle?"

Jiang Zhu said honestly: "Our sect master is practicing in seclusion."

"..."

Sister Lu silently moved to Shu Jifeng's side, tugged at the hem of his clothes, and blamed herself a bit.

Uncle Jifeng guessed that she attributed everything to himself, and comforted him: "It's okay, we met this Miss Shen once, you see, I'm still alive."

"Huo Xiaoyu, Huo Xiaoyu, I miss you so much!" Zuo Qingyue also felt helpless, leaning against the pillar with a sad face.

"Since...she didn't come all night, left...the landlord didn't meet anyone when he went out in the morning, so I don't think she will come..." Sister Lu was afraid to advance or retreat, so she decided to go all out. "How about we go out?"

"That's right, I just forgot about it when I was hungry. It should be because I didn't come, so I have to run away before it's too late. What if she likes to sleep in?" Zuo Qingyue said.

Shu Jifeng thought it made sense, so he couldn't just wait here for her to pick off his head.So a few people left the room with a fluke mentality, and immediately saw the woman in purple outside the door.

The woman turned her back to the gate, and when she heard the group of them coming out, she turned around and said, "We're all up at last?"

It was Shen Ziyi, the girl Jiang Zhu had met.

"Ah, it's Shen Damei! Did you come out for a walk so early? What a coincidence!" Zuo Qingyue put on the appearance of a thoughtful nobleman again, saluting very naturally.

Shen Ziyi said: "Do you know why I didn't come here last night?"

Shu Jifeng thought for a while, and answered seriously, "Because you want to go back to sleep?"

Sister Lu who was hiding behind hurriedly tugged on his sleeve.

Shen Ziyi glanced at Shu Jifeng and almost laughed because of this answer.

Seeing that Shen Ziyi didn't answer, Zuo Qingyue added: "That means showing kindness, and I can't bear to use illusions on us anymore."

Shen Ziyi seemed to have heard a joke: "Kill you all because I am too kind to Xue Guo. But then again, I didn't do anything last night because someone paid me to kill you. Of course I won't do what she says. Because, you Dahe people are not worthy of cooperating with me."

Jiang Zhu answered, "No matter how bad we Dahe people are, we won't pretend to be from other countries."

Sister Lu hurriedly pulled his hair again, reminding him in a low voice not to offend the demon cultist in front of him.

Shen Ziyi was not annoyed: "You Dahe has a vast land and abundant resources, so of course you can't use this method. But in my opinion, it is ridiculous to use what you inherited from your ancestors to achieve your own pride. What do you think, Zuo Qingyue Zuo Zhuangzhu?"

Zuo Qingyue smiled very decently: "Isn't your illusion also inherited?"

Shen Ziyi nodded: "It makes sense."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhu came to his senses and looked at Zuo Qingyue: "You are Zuo Qingyue, the owner of Qingyue Villa? Our sect master mentioned you and said that you are the leader of the younger generation."

Zuo Qingyue shunned Uncle Jifeng's fan, and put on a coquettish and suave posture: "That's right, it's next to me. Isn't it much prettier than your sect master?"

"..." Jiang Zhu didn't comment, watching Sister Lu and Uncle meet, "Then who are these two?"

Zuo Qingyue helped to answer: "The old uncle from the right door met with his sister."

Shen Ziyi saw that these people had completely neglected their recognition there, and interrupted their conversation very dissatisfied: "This life is with me, so I hurried to make friends? What's the hurry, there is plenty of time for you to get to know each other in the underworld." .”

Uncle had listened to nonsense for so long early in the morning, and finally heard a sentence that could be answered, so he asked:

"Then fight now?"

Sister Lu was so frightened that she desperately pulled her clothes behind her.

Shen Ziyi looked at Shu Jifeng, and felt that she was quite congenial: "Although you always hang out with this long-winded man, you are more straightforward than him. I like this very much."

"I like it very much? What do you like?" Zuo Qingyue trembled, her eyes shuttled back and forth between the two, and she wailed for He Ming again in her heart: You have a rival in love again, surnamed He!

Jiang Zhu