This immortal is a bit fierce

Gong Yangyong was about to blow his beard and glare, but unfortunately he had no beard now, and Yuan Wanqing on the side also came over to complain: "The boss is no longer young, and he still cares about the young people."

"Yes." Huang Feng agreed.

Gongyang Yong was helpless with Yuan Wanqing, and said quickly: "Okay, okay, I won't argue with him."

After saying that, he turned around and said to Huang Feng: "This immortal, please come."

Hearing this tone, he didn't sound like someone who didn't care. Huang Feng shook his head: "The older you get, the more cautious you become."

Gong Yangyong's eyes widened: "Who do you think is old... No, who do you think is petty?"

Huang Feng chuckled: "Whoever answers the question will say so."

Gong Yangyong was very angry at him: "You kid, now that you have become an immortal, you no longer have the respect you had for your seniors."

"Senior Gongyang no longer has the celestial spirit he had when we first met him. Has he become addicted to Sister Wanqing's gentle countryside and can't extricate himself?" Huang Feng joked, "Furthermore, Senior Zhuge said that those who achieve first come first. Now I It’s a senior.”

"Shit." Gong Yangyong said bluntly, "That's Zhuge Wenyu's point of view and has nothing to do with me."

Seeing that the two of them were still arguing, Yuan Wanqing urged: "Stop talking at the door and go into the city."

"Okay, okay." Gong Yangyong smiled quickly, his face became so fast that Huang Feng couldn't help but be speechless, what a power of love.

At this time, Yuan Wanqing was already attracted to the two cuties Ruisui and Xiangnian. Huang Feng smiled and said, "Sister Wanqing can give them a hug and be more happy."

He just said it casually, but when the word "happiness" was mentioned, Yuan Wanqing's face was a little shy. Huang Feng was surprised and looked at Gong Yangyong: "So fast?"

Seeing that he had been discovered, Gong Yangyong didn't hide it anymore: "Ahem, what's the quickest thing? Just let nature take its course."

Huang Feng asked: "How many months has it been? No wedding?"

Gong Yangyong coughed again: "Three months, it's done, I didn't invite you."

Huang Feng was furious: "Why!"

Gong Yangyong explained: "When Wanqing was happy, it coincided with the rebellion in Qingzhou in Daxia. Even if I can't help, do you still need to come to Yunzhong City?"

Huang Feng thought for a while: "I reluctantly accept this reason."

Gong Yangyong snorted: "So what if you don't accept it!"

Huang Feng spoke righteously: "I don't want to think about who asked Sister Wanqing to reunite with you!"

Gongyang Yongli is wrong, it is true that emotion is more important than reason. Others may not invite him, but Huang Feng must invite him. Without the poem he mentioned, it is still unknown whether the reincarnation of his lover can be discovered.

Yuan Wanqing heard this and spoke for Gong Yangyong: "This is also what I asked for. Just the two of us worship together. Don't cause any trouble to you."

"How can you add to the chaos?" Huang Feng said, and he made a secret to send out a stream of fairy spiritual energy, which surrounded Yuan Wanqing and then penetrated into her abdomen.

Gong Yangyong on the side saw this, and felt grateful in his heart. Having this ray of immortal spiritual energy to protect him was more useful than the thousands of methods he had found to keep the baby safe and nourish the spirit.

"Thank you." Gong Yangyong said solemnly.

"Thank you for what you deserve." After Huang Feng finished speaking, he asked curiously, "How do the people in Yunzhong City get out of the city on weekdays?"

Gongyang Yong said with a smile: "There are not many mortals in the city. They have fields and drinking water and can be self-sufficient. Those who are willing to stay here like this quiet and worry-free life, so few people want to go out of the city. If they really want to leave, there are The monks in the city will see you off, and you can also leave by egret."

Yunzhong City has its own formation barrier to protect it, so mortals living in this high altitude will not be affected.

After Huang Feng looked around, he joked with Gong Yangyong: "Now that senior and I live closest, we can be considered neighbors."

Gong Yangyong was confused: "Neighbor?"

Huang Feng pointed to the top: "I live upstairs above senior."

"You kid, stop being so arrogant." Gong Yangyong finally came to his senses and said, "You're not just looking for me to have tea, right?"

Huang Feng admitted: "It's not true. I went to the wilderness to find the Demon King clan, and I was afraid of disturbing the situation. And isn't there a descendant of the Demon King trapped here, senior? He is also a sinner. I think I might be able to ask something from his mouth."

Gong Yangyong understood: "I see, but this guy is very tough-talking."

Huang Feng said: "Why don't senior send me into the painting, and I will slowly persuade him."

Gong Yangyong nodded: "Okay, you come with me."

The painting was hung in the main hall of the mansion where he lived. In order to prevent the other party from escaping from the painting, Gong Yangyong added restrictions around the painting, took the painting and gave it to Huang Feng. He reminded: "My painting can now be I can’t help you tossing it.”

Huang Feng wanted to say that he knew it, but then he remembered his history of demolishing other people's homes, so he changed his words: "Then go outside the city."

Leaving Li Motang and others as guests in the mansion, Gong Yangyong and Huang Feng turned back and left the city.

He unfolded the scroll and threw it into the clouds. The giant black snake with two wings in the scroll was still lifelike. It seemed that it was trapped in the painting and had not sapped his energy.

Gong Yangyong waved his pen, and an ink bridge connected the scrolls from Huang Feng's feet.

"I'm going." Huang Feng said and walked onto the Mo Bridge. As he walked, the people disappeared, and there was a figure of a jade tree facing the wind on the scroll. The fairy energy exuded instantly suppressed the original manic atmosphere of the scroll.

In the scroll, there is a vast white space. The demon king who was trapped in it may have vented his anger and tried to break the scroll when he first came in, but now he knows that it is in vain, so he is closing his eyes and concentrating, waiting for the opportunity.

When he noticed someone coming in, he opened his eyes and recognized Huang Feng at a glance. After all, Huang Feng and Li Motang were the last two people he saw before being trapped in the painting by Gong Yangyong. It was difficult to forget them.

"It's you!" After the initial surprise, the giant snake turned into a human form, with an incredible look on its face, obviously noticing Huang Feng's change, "How long have I been trapped?"

Huang Feng smiled and said, "Not long."

The other party was unwilling to believe: "Impossible!"

Huang Feng was helpless: "You have never thought that it is not that time has passed too long, but that my talent is too high."

"It must be your trick, is it an illusion? I won't be fooled!" As he said, the descendant of the demon king who turned into a human form reappeared in his original form, and the giant snake pounced on Huang Feng.

"I just don't have time to talk to you, you'd better wake up." Huang Feng didn't do it, for fear of accidentally killing the other party, then he could only stew snake soup.

He performed the "Spiritual Deterrence Technique", and the deterrence generated by the fusion of fairy spiritual energy was about to tear the scroll in the blink of an eye, and Huang Feng quickly withdrew his hand.

But in this short moment, the giant snake that pounced on it crawled on the ground, with horror in its eyes. This breath could not be an illusion.

Huang Feng walked over: "It seems that you have understood your situation. I have a few questions to ask you. If you refuse to answer, I will think of various ways to make you speak. At that time, it will become a matter of how long you can last with me. Believe me, you definitely don't want this situation."

Since ancient times, the world has respected humans, or immortals. For the demons who have lived for a long time, it is instinctive. The demon king who suddenly appeared once broke the way of heaven, but it is still one step away from subversion.

So in front of the real immortal, the pride of the descendant of the demon king could not be supported, and he showed his cowardice: "What do you want to ask?"

Huang Feng thought for a while: "Let's start with why you were convicted."