Luo Yan Hu does not return

Xue Yan flattened the talisman paper in his hand, looked at it again and again, Feng Qinghuan couldn't help asking: "Brother, what is this thing for?"

"It's nothing more than exorcising evil spirits, keeping a house and setting up a home, etc. Could it be... you are interested?"

"It sounds...it's nothing special, why have you watched it for so long."

"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere, but I can't remember."

"Could it be that Master painted it?"

"Impossible, Master has never believed in this kind of talisman spells."

Feng Qinghuan paused, then turned his head quickly and said, "What if the old man just draws on a whim?"

Xue Yan took a step, and murmured: "That's the case, the old man is thoughtful, and there is absolutely no reason for him to be here."

Feng Qinghuan frowned, and remained silent for a while, then said again: "Maybe you will meet some powerful person and miss it?"

A trace of impatience flashed in Xue Yan's eyes, and he said coldly: "If Master is as irritable as you and makes troubles everywhere, how can he hide his whereabouts and avoid those who ask for immortality?"

The corners of Feng Qinghuan's eyes drooped, and he said with a sense of regret, "Brother, we've been together for so long, why do you keep your mouth shut... still can't let go of the embarrassing things from the past?"

"If I could control you back then, how could I have caused Master to leave the two of us to fend for ourselves in the Wind Cicada Valley?"

"The past two years have been really hard for my brother. He helped me with my daily necessities, but I didn't dare to delay in practicing martial arts and swords. I still—"

"Stop it, you don't know how to practice swords, you'll be stunned by practicing swords, and you still have the mind to brag about yourself."

Feng Qinghuan thought for a moment, then murmured: "I'm also afraid of embarrassing Master and Senior Brother, so work harder... Isn't it justified?"

"No matter what skill you practice, you must always pay attention to your body, otherwise—" Xue Yan was halfway through speaking, and suddenly panted for a while, Feng Qinghuan hurried to help him, "Brother, I just made a slip of the tongue again, please relax first Sit for a while, I will fill the water now."

Xue Yan clutched his chest tightly, panting with difficulty: "Don't go, it's okay for now, it's okay... Let's find a place to stay."

Feng Qinghuan hurriedly responded, took Xue Yan's arm and hung it on his back, and after a while, he could see a low neighborhood.

"Brother, take a look, which house do we live in?"

Xue Yan waited and watched for a long time, only saw a shop with a sign, raised his finger, and Feng Qinghuan walked there in a few steps.

Feng Qinghuan carefully stepped over the threshold, and went straight to the counter, "Shopkeeper, I want a upper room."

One person was leaning halfway against the counter, as if he was looking down at the account, his exposed forehead was extremely rough, and he murmured a few times, Feng Qinghuan couldn't hear clearly, and slapped his palm on the counter, leaving a half centimeter behind. Deep palm prints.

The man raised his head casually, with a bitter face with a sharp mouth and hedgehog eyes, but there was no trace of horror, and he said coldly: "Where is the bastard who dares to act wild in the territory of Second Master Mao?"

Feng Qinghuan's eyebrows tightened, it was obvious that he was going to have an attack, Xue Yan hurriedly turned over, and said in a low voice: "My junior brother is not sensible, the shopkeeper should not care about him."

"Hey, it's interesting to have someone who cares about it." Holding the counter with one hand, he flipped it neatly in front of the two of them, and Feng Qinghuan immediately thought: "He has such abilities, why is he so willing to sit down?" Do you want to be a shopkeeper in this cramped place? Could it be that you are too timid, just like senior brother, afraid of this and that..."

Feng Qinghuan was distracted all the time, his eyes moved quickly, Xue Yan could see clearly, and slapped him on the back forcefully, "Qinghuan, since you have offended senior, why don't you just give up and accompany me?"

Feng Qinghuan looked unhappy, and muttered to himself: "Why? I didn't hit him." Looking at Xue Yan's cold eyes, he had to cup his hands resentfully and said: "It was just this junior who was reckless, I'm sorry senior gone."

"Forget it, I'm sorry that you are a newcomer and don't know the skills of Mao Erye. If it weren't for your senior brother to be reasonable, I would definitely curse your life and come here crying and kneeling. Master Mao."

Feng Qinghuan scolded softly, "Fate is going ups and downs... You are Mr. Zhishui who is afraid of getting into trouble, I can't wait to—" Xue Yan interrupted sharply: "Qinghuan, have you messed up again?"

There was a burst of laughter from the opposite side, and the man jokingly said: "Zhishui... Heh, you are so weak and dare to ruin the good name of my Taoism, it seems that you have to be punished today, otherwise you will be so crazy It's over."

"Senior, don't get angry, my junior brother...he is just a man who can't control his mouth, and he is very cowardly."

"Don't love early, don't love late, you have to push Second Master Mao to love, now it's too late."

After the man finished speaking, he suddenly shrank back to the ground. Feng Qinghuan thought he had some killer move, so he immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, not wanting to hear a slap on his calf, and couldn't help jokingly said: "Senior, your housekeeper Ability, isn’t it just pasting this junk thing?”

Feng Qinghuan was not in a hurry to move. He lowered his head and carefully looked at the talisman paper attached to his leg. Xue Yan glanced sideways and saw the two familiar characters clearly. Mao Erye", "Senior, could it be that you drew this town house talisman?"

The man struggled a few times, until his neck was strangled, and then turned half of his body around. When he saw the yellow talisman in Xue Yan's hand, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in a surprised voice, "Who doesn't have long eyes, who gave it to Mao so quickly?" The second master revealed it?"

"I picked it up on the road when I came here. It was dropped by a man riding a green horse." Hearing this, the man couldn't help trembling for a while, and said to himself: "The hanged ghost in Cui's family in Nanwei Lane ...It took me three months to calm down, how could it be overthrown like this?"

"Senior, since you can suppress it once, why is it difficult to suppress it again?"

After hearing this, the man said in a loud voice: "Son of hairless, what do you know, sticking amulets to suppress ghosts pays attention to the right time and place, if you miss the auspicious time, even the gods will not be able to stop you when they come."

As soon as the words were finished, the wooden door behind the counter creaked, "You idiot Mao, why don't you keep accounts and pick up customers, why are you muttering gossip outside?"

Then a woman with an enchanting figure walked out, about the same age as "Second Master Mao", seeing Feng Qinghuan and Xue Yan standing upright, she suddenly changed her voice, and said softly: "Oh, my brother Mao Chun is ashamed Damn, ghosts and ghosts lie to people all day long... The two masters quickly found a place to sit down, and Auntie put the newly planted nuts on the table first."

Feng Qinghuan smelled the strong fragrance on the woman's body, and his nose itched unbearably, and he sneezed several times in a row, and then looked at Xue Yan's face, which seemed to turn pale, and hurriedly waved his hands a few times, "No need , my brother and I just need a place to lie down, rest for half a day and leave."

Mao Chun saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help but said coldly: "Lan He, they don't know how to flatter you, why do you put it in your face?"

Lan He twisted her waist, and still said in a soft voice: "Where are the two masters from? Look at the fairy style, very chic."

When Feng Qinghuan heard this, he was about to open his mouth, but Xue Yan quickly blocked it with his hand, and coughed and said, "Girl, we two came from Shu to do business, you see... I am sick, I can't even smell the fragrance of flowers and plants." I can't bear it, it's just a big misunderstanding of immortals and Taoists."

Xue Yan's expression turned sharply down, and his cough became more and more intense. Feng Qinghuan couldn't hold back anymore, and pushed Lan He hard, but Mao Chun was forced to ask, "What are you doing!"

"You have pulled your woman away, the smell is too strong, my senior brother can't bear it."

Mao Chun helped Lan He up on the ground, pursed her lips and was ready to go, but saw her face indifferent, broke away from his grasp, stepped back a few steps, and said in a loud voice: "Hey, what Auntie loves the most is Huahua!" Hastily, every room is full, it seems that I really can't stand this fairy."

Feng Qinghuan leaned over slightly, like pouring water, and easily carried Xue Yan on his back. Lan He could see it clearly, and when Feng Qinghuan walked to the door, he suddenly said loudly: "My lord, this street is connected It has been haunted for several nights, and everyone has gone away, you have gone away happily, and you have left my territory, but no one will entertain you anymore."

If it was just to find someone lying down, it would not be difficult to climb over the wall and hack the house for a while, but now that Xue Yan is coughing and wheezing, he has to be settled as soon as possible, Feng Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, then took a step back, and said coldly: "Your place ...is there still a clean house?"

"Auntie doesn't like listening to Master saying this."

"Tell me quickly, if my senior brother has any good or bad, Uncle Zhishui will cut you off with a sword."

"Yes, there is only Auntie's own room, I don't know if I can dislike it?"

"Well, tell us where you are, and don't follow us."

Lan He laughed wildly, heard Feng Qinghuan stomp his feet, and said unhurriedly: "Just go upstairs from yours, the southernmost room."

Feng Qinghuan took three steps and two steps, and after helping Xue Yan to lie down, he turned over directly from the railing.

Lan He was the only one left in the hall, Feng Qinghuan suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "Do you... have a medicine stove for decocting medicine?"

Lan He covered her mouth, smiled lightly and said, "You are really considerate to your senior brother."

"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you if you have any."

"My lord, the two of you snatched away Auntie's sleeping place, and you still make things difficult, which really chills Auntie." Feng Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, and seeing that he was about to use his sword again, Lan He said with a smile: "Okay Well, Auntie's Lanxiang Pavilion has been open for five years, and she has never seen such a beautiful guest, so she planned to treat her well, but just wanted to have fun, nothing else."

Feng Qinghuan said coldly: "Peugeot... Uncle Zhishui is so heroic, yet you still call him a motherfucker... Who cares what you think, get the medicine stove quickly, and delay the senior brother from drinking the medicine. Let's see if I don't smash your snake intestines."