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A wisp of tea fragrance drilled out from the gap between the celadon cup and the lid, hovering in the air half a foot high, winding up and spreading farther and farther, covering up the faint smell of blood.

"Bian Qingyu, the head of the Tianshu Sect, has heard for a long time that the owner of Wuwei Villa is good at organ skills, so I came here to pay a visit."

Bian Qingyu got up from the iron pear wooden chair, bowed his hands, and the moon-white sleeves were connected together. When he lowered his head, he covered most of his face, and more than half of his face was from the nasal bone to the brow bone. They were all covered by a silver mask, and the tone of their speech was too much like an official official's business, making it impossible for people to detect the slightest admiration.

Meng Fuyuan brought the teacup to his lips unhurriedly, blew on the floating leaves on the surface, took a sip, and then said calmly: "Forcibly breaking into Wuwei Villa and seriously injuring my shadow guard, this is your Tianshu faction's visit." The rules of other sects? If you don’t know it, you think it’s an encounter between enemies.”

Bian Qingyu immediately explained, "It's my disciples who don't distinguish between serious and serious, and don't know people clearly. Please don't mind the owner, I will teach myself a lesson."

Meng Fuyuan glanced at Bian Qingyu, then looked boredly at the indigo pattern on the teacup in his hand, without saying a word, and did not say whether he minded or not.

Bian Qingyu sat back, put his long sleeves on the handle, waited for a while but didn't get a reply from the other party, he didn't feel embarrassed, and said to himself: "I sincerely visit the owner, and I came here on purpose. We are asking for things, and I hope the owner of the villa can agree."

Meng Fuyuan raised his eyelids, "Since you are sincere, why do you wear a mask, why don't you show your true face?"

The silver-white mask on Bian Qingyu's face covered the upper half of his face. The mask was so exquisite that it almost fit the face tightly. He saw the red lips rising and closing. Bian Qingyu replied without hesitation, "I was born with a very ugly appearance. Lord, I made this bad move, not intentionally to cover up and conceal my identity."

Meng Fuyuan said lightly: "It's so."

Meng Fuyuan's voice was as light as the bloody smell from Bian Qingyu's body accidentally splashed with blood. It was clearly affirmative words, but Meng Fuyuan uttered a mocking taste.

But Bian Qingyu didn't care so much at the moment, "I want to invite the owner of the village to come out of the mountain and help me unify the Beiqi sect."

Hundreds of years ago, the Beiqi sect had fierce internal conflicts, and finally divided into three, namely the Tianquan sect, the Tianshu sect and the Kaiyang sect, and Bian Qingyu was the head of the Tianshu sect.There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the heads of the three sects look down on each other, and they don't want the other two to be equal to themselves, so they all want to unify the sect and become the top ten thousand of the Beiqi sect.

"What do you think, I will agree to you?" Meng Fuyuan held up the celadon teacup holder in his right hand, and took a sip from the teacup, "You and I just met once, why should I risk being calculated by the other two factions? help you?"

Meng Fuyuan just finished asking, but saw Bian Qingyu hooked his lips and smiled. Bian Qingyu's complexion was fairer than ordinary people, and his red lips were even more beautiful than those of ordinary people. ugly".

Meng Fuyuan thought in his heart that the other party might have come prepared, but as expected——

"People in the world only know that the owner of Wuwei Villa is good at mechanics, but they don't know that Wuwei Villa's family is descended from heaven and man." Bian Qingyu deliberately paused, in order to clearly see the momentary astonishment on Meng Fuyuan's face, " The descendant of heaven and man, good at divination, can predict the opportunity."

"I'll keep the secret for you. You help me unify Beiqi Sect. It's a good deal if you come and go."

Why would he know?

Meng Fuyuan's expression changed slightly, he had already put the teacup back in its original place, the porcelain and wood collided and made a sound, Meng Fuyuan instantly understood the subtext in Bian Qingyu's words.

Although Bian Qingyu's words are unsubstantiated, since someone can eat and sleep in the open air for the legendary "Lingyuan Gongfa" and trek through the mountains, if he directly rejects Bian Qingyu's request at this moment, tomorrow the entire cultivation world Everyone knows that Wuwei Villa can foresee the opportunity, and people who ask him to come out to help and those who threaten him to help come one after another, and Wuwei Villa will never be peaceful.

It's just that Bian Qingyu never thought about it, if he killed him here directly, wouldn't he also avoid future troubles forever?

Meng Fuyuan couldn't see Bian Qingyu's expression under the mask, but from his relaxed sitting posture, he could feel his mentality of strategizing and determined to win.

Bian Qingyu should have left behind.

Meng Fuyuan snorted lightly, "What does the head want me to do?"

"This can naturally be discussed in the long term, but the transmission of letters in the barren mountains and ridges is particularly constant, and letters are easy to lose. In order not to delay my conspiracy with the owner, I also invite the owner to come out of the mountain." Bian Qingyu took out a map from his cuff and pointed Pointing to a certain place on the map, "Seven days later, I will send someone here to pick up the owner of Meng. I have arranged a small bamboo forest for the owner."

Before Bian Qingyu left, he deliberately left two bottles of special wound medicine, saying that it was to apologize to the shadow guard who accidentally injured him.

Meng Fuyuan took it over and sent Lu Jiu to send Bian Qingyu out of the village. Seeing that the two had walked out of sight, Meng Fuyuan tossed the wound medicine on the table at will. Meng Fuyuan carefully paid attention to the tea Qingyu brewed, and found that Bian Qingyu didn't take a sip, but just brought it to his mouth to make a gesture.

He is a defensive person who blinded this good tea in vain.

The wind in early autumn was slightly cool, and Meng Fuyuan was afraid of the cold, so he straightened his neckline before opening the door, and then walked out, calling out, "Lu Jiu."

Lu Jiu, who was escorting Bian Qingyu away, heard Meng Fuyuan's voice two miles away. He tapped his feet on the pavilion and flew to the rafters. It landed steadily in front of Meng Fuyuan.

Lu Jiu: "The head of Bian has already left Wuwei Villa."

Meng Fuyuan nodded, then frowned and asked, "Where is Huo Yi now? Is he seriously injured?"

Lu Jiu replied respectfully: "Back to the owner, Huo Yi has already returned to the bedroom, and Yang Qi is treating him. As for the injury... the subordinates don't know about it, so they dare not speak nonsense."

"Take a few shadow guards and guard the entrance of Wuwei Villa these few days, and report to me immediately if there is any trouble." Before Meng Fuyuan finished speaking, he had walked a few steps away from Lu Jiu, "I'll go and see Huo one."