Interestingly, after Long Fushi made it clear that he would no longer be entangled, Long Pangui actually started to care about Qingyun, and it was only then that Long Fushi slowly raised his head.
Looking at the face of the owner of the house that looked slightly weathered, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the world, she did not avoid it this time. She looked at Long Pangui intently for a long time, and then gave a salute:
"Write a poem and retire."
Nodding, Long Pangui's mature and handsome smile seemed to be full of meaning.
Long Fushi's departure was silent, just like the birds carried by the breeze and the spring rain falling on the grass, but the corners of her mouth that quietly raised made the dark secret room instantly brighter.
It wasn't until she left completely that a beautiful female cultivator with wavy red hair and a hot body appeared from the dark corner. It was the banshee who rescued Qingyun from Yun Chen that day, Ying Hong!
"Brother Long, would it be wrong to put all your plans on a Yuan Hua Realm girl?"
Yinghong didn't seem to believe that Long Fu Shi, who looked weak and boneless, asked.
"I think Taoist friend Yinghong is overly worried. Your Excellency's jade slip has already stated that you don't need to care about success or failure. Regardless of failure or success, we are just your chess pieces, nothing more."
Although he was answering Yinghong, the corner of Long Pangui's mouth slightly curled up with a slightly romantic smile, and he stared intently at the direction in which Long Fushi left.
"Ha, I didn't expect you to be quite enlightened."
Yinghong narrowed her eyes, not sure if she was sincerely appreciative or teasing, because this was the first time she heard Long Pangui say such enigmatic words in such a long time in the Long family.
"I believe in our family's poetry. Don't worry, no one can stop her confusion."
"Um."
Yinghong hummed softly, not knowing what she thought of.
"And she is just a spark that ignites the fireworks. We still need to build the grand stage of the final theater for these boys and girls."
"Okay, have you checked the location?"
"How is this possible? It involves the secrets of the Chang family for thousands of years. There may be more than just Qingxutian standing behind it. How could it be discovered by little minions like us?"
"That…"
As soon as the words changed, Long Pangui said with a smile:
"Why are fellow Taoist friends Yinghong so anxious? Even if we don't have a specific location, our Long family has stayed in Baizhen City for hundreds of years, so we still have some gains."
This made Yinghong feel like a black thread, secretly thinking that both Long Pangui and Long Fushi were named Long. To a certain extent, they had the same blood as his own, so why were their temperaments so different?
Seeing that the temperature around him seemed to be slowly rising, Long Pangui smiled awkwardly, coughed twice and said seriously:
"First of all, it can be concluded that the place is not in Baizhen City, otherwise the guy would have gone berserk. Secondly, the Lord has clearly stated in the jade slip that his sense of smell is superhuman. As long as he is nearby, we will find a way to destroy the Chang family's prohibition circle. , are you still afraid that it won’t find its place?”
"Yes, what should the Chang family do? Dan Lin's appearance probably means that Qingxu Tian has noticed something."
"We still have Yun Chen here!"
After saying this, Yinghong was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile and mumbled:
"Brother Long is still very clever. He can understand the master's plan at a glance. Little sister can't help but sigh!"
"It's ridiculous, haha. Let's wait a few days and let Yun Chen come out first with a poem."
"Yes, it's just that Brother Long, looking at what you just said to Fu Shi, it seems that you didn't tell her everything about the master's plan. Could this be..."
Even though several months have passed, Yinghong still feels extremely shameful when she thinks of the aloof old leader of Kowloon who plans to secretly eliminate her brother's descendants. This kind of filth even has some despicable plans. .
But Xihe talked openly with her, and even reported everything to Ancestor Lianque when he went back.
But what surprised her was that the ancestor Lianque, who was regarded as a living myth by the clan and one of the thirteen true helmsmen of the demon clan along with Jiulong Lao, was not only not surprised after hearing her report, but actually She takes very serious care of her and must fulfill her duties and fulfill the plans of Xi and the adults.
She still feels like she is dreaming about such unbelievable things.
Of course, Long Pangui's deep male voice, which was both unruly and unpredictable, woke her up from her dream again.
"Since there is a stage, there must be a script and lines. However, what you want to see should be the most exciting and realistic show, so let's hide a little bit of the plot and let the characters on the stage play freely. How can you, sir? Wouldn’t it be more enjoyable to watch?”
"Brother Long is brilliant."
Some of Long Pangui's words didn't answer the question, but he seemed to mean something. Yinghong couldn't completely guess it for a while.
Although the tasks given to her by Xihe were only to observe and record, and to find ways to kill Yunli as much as possible, the arrangement and execution of the plan were all engraved on the jade slip that only Long Pangui knew about that day.
"Okay, okay, Fellow Daoist Yinghong, please believe in Fu Shi. This child's potential is definitely beyond our imagination. Let's combine our efforts to awaken the guy in your treasure bag first."
They are all free and easy people. Long Pangui waved his spacious sleeves and waved directly to Yinghong.
Yinghong put on a smiling face and nodded to him with the same profound meaning. As for what the two of them were thinking, only they themselves knew clearly.
The Long and Chang families seem to be planning something overtly or secretly, but at this time, the young master is walking on thin ice. As for the reason~
"I said Nanzhi, can't you fly slower?!"
Above the sky, looking at the mountains and rivers that had shrunk to the size of a pinhead, Qingyun felt his calves trembling.
It's not that he has no flying experience, but Yan Nanzhi flies too fast! Perhaps it would be faster than when Lei Jiang took him from Liangzhou to Yuezhou!
Of course, Yan Nazhi currently only has the cultivation level of Yuan Hua Realm, so it is impossible for him to fly in the wind, and what is carrying the two of them so fast is actually just a gold-rimmed mirror as thin as a cicada's wings!
It was this precious mirror that allowed Yan Nanzhi to instantly disappear with Qingyun after the sneak attack on Danlin, and then soar into the sky silently, even without the consciousness unique to the Ningshen Realm being able to detect it. .
"Haha, brother Xiaoyun, are you still afraid of heights? Have you never tried flying?"
"Everyone would be scared if he stepped on such a thin mirror!"
Qingyun forced himself to calm down and smiled awkwardly at Yan Nanzhi.
"Take a deep breath, come, come with me, inhale~exhale~"
Yan Nanzhi didn't seem to change her former naughtiness. The two of them were very close to each other on the several-foot-square treasure mirror. However, seeing Qingyun's embarrassed appearance, she quickly took two steps back with her childlike innocence.
When I was happy, I did not forget to find a candied fruit from the sachet on my waistband and threw it into the sandalwood mouth. It looked very innocent and cute.
He reluctantly followed the instructions, but when he took a deep breath, Qingyun suddenly discovered that the gold-inlaid mirror that Yan Nanzhi called out looked familiar.
"Haha, how are you, brother Xiaoyun? How do you feel? Isn't it exciting?"
"Little Yanzi, wait and see how I deal with you! Humph!"
Qingyun feigned anger, but his eyes were full of love and tenderness.
Time seemed to go back more than ten years ago. Yan Nanzhi could not feel the sweet and sour taste of the candied fruit in his mouth, and all he could see in his eyes was the young boy who was weak but had always been strong in fighting the disease.
"What are you looking at, little Yanzi?"
Her eyes were suddenly a little blurred, a little distracted, a little lost, and a little happy. Qingyun couldn't understand all kinds of complicated emotions, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.
Although Baojing has been flying south with the two of them, the magical thing is that they seem to be in a closed and independent space, where there is no strong wind caused by high-speed flight. Qingyun can even clearly smell the strong wind on Yan Nanzhi. Unique sweet aroma.
Xiao Yanzi did not speak, but gently returned to Qingyun.
Their eyes met, and they breathed in each other's long-lost yet unforgettable familiar scent. At this moment, Qingyun suddenly felt a little ashamed.
The sweet fragrance on Yan Nanzhi's body remained unchanged, but Qingyun's hands were already stained with blood that could never be washed away.
And the price behind this bloody incident made him have shameful doubts about Yan Nanzhi at the moment of their reunion.
"But eldest sister also said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie."
Yes, Yan Nanzhi is beautiful, so beautiful that it reminds him of Xiao Luoyi who passed away in the wind.
Just when Qingyun was dazed for a moment, Yan Nanzhi had already put Zhen's head gently on his chest, and then closed his eyes.
He wanted to push away, but was unable to raise his hand.
I don't know how much time passed, but with a little annoyance, Yan Nanzhi held her mouth and raised her head. But when she saw Qingyun's watery eyes that had never changed, she giggled, and then used her hands to gently He was stroking Qingyun's handsome cheek that looked like an immortal.
"Brother Xiaoyun, you...you have changed."
Qingyun was startled. This was the second time he heard Yan Nanzhi say that he had changed, and it also made him a little scared.
"changed?"
"Yeah! She looks better than before, hee hee~"
Yan Nanzhi stuck out his little tongue, and an intoxicating blush rose above the pear vortex.
"Tsk, I think it's not as good as before."
Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and couldn't help but hold Yan Nanzhirou's weak and boneless hand, smiling.
What he said was the truth. The powerful vitality brought to him by the unicorn essence and blood made his vitality and blood extremely strong, and he had to trim his beard and long hair every now and then.
And when Xiao Qi was trying to make up for his soul, she also "knife" him because some of her boys and girls looked too elegant, but he missed his mother-like face even more.
Especially now, the evil spirit in his body can be said to be as strong as ever before, which makes Qingyun's originally elegant temperament also have a bit of ferocity. If he keeps killing, the situation will intensify.
PS: The green plum blossoms are already blooming. How many people can look forward to winter from spring to winter without leaving any traces of wind, frost or rain on their faces?
