"Humph, this sounds like a human saying."
The scornful look on his face disappeared, and Long Pangui once again transformed into the handsome middle-aged uncle.
He first bared his teeth and wrapped his hands that were still bleeding with cloth, then glared at Qingyun fiercely, and then entered the mansion without saying a word, and no longer paid attention to the piles of ruins.
"Wu Shi, this boy's potential is even better than that of He Bai. He will definitely have a bright future in the future, and he is followed by a demon saint. You must find a way to tie him down. I believe in your vision. Everything is for the sake of blood." , for the family.”
When she turned around, Long Fushi saw from the corner of her eye that the owner of the house seemed not only to have cuts on her palms, but also that her entire arms seemed to be trembling slightly, and this spiritual transmission made her silent for a long time.
After Long Pangui left, He Bai also formally bid farewell to Qingyun and set off for Qingshui Town.
The young master didn't care that the other party didn't help just now, he just patted him on the shoulder and wished him the recognition of Zhu Shijian.
He Bai asked Qing Yun why he didn't blame him, but the young master said:
"Life is full of dilemmas. If you didn't help Long Pangui just now, I still want to thank you!"
These words immediately made the dark-faced young man's eyes turn red with emotion. He also patted Qingyun's half "fellow race" on the shoulder without saying anything.
After watching He Bai go away, Qingyun smiled bitterly and asked Long Fu Shi:
"Do you still welcome me at your home?"
"The head of the family is a businessman. As long as your spiritual stone satisfies him, he promises to welcome you."
The blush on his face faded, and Long Fushi put on a gentle smile again.
"It's not surprising that he doesn't welcome us! I'm sorry he doesn't dare to ask us for money!"
Although he saved Qingyun, the little fox Ba couldn't help Yunlang staying away from these pink beauties.
"No Alian, I have to repair the Mysterious Sound Jade first, and I have other important things to do to compose poems, eh..."
Just now, he was fighting with Long Pangui under the influence of alcohol. Only then did Qingyun realize that Long Fushi's whole aura had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Not only has his cultivation level improved a lot, but his bloodline has also become a lot stronger!
"Any questions?"
Long Fushi's eyes flickered, and he immediately stretched out his hand:
"Let's go to the mansion first."
By the time the three of them returned to the wing where Qingyun had been lying, Xingyue had already quietly climbed onto the treetops.
After closing the door, Qingyun did not rush to answer Long Fushi's question, but took the lead in taking out Chang Xu's token.
"Isn't this the token of the head of the Chang family?"
Long Fushi asked in surprise.
"Yes, but this is more than just a jade medal!"
Qingyun's eyes flashed, and as soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out the stopper on the tip of the jade medal that was pretending to be an accessory!
"Ye...Yelan!"
Silks of gilded light burst out, and Long Fushi's eyes widened in disbelief!
Wasn't Yelan completely destroyed in the jade mine? Why did this boy go out for a walk during the day and bring back this rare treasure at night?
"Compose a poem and give me the confusing sound jade!"
Long Fushi first took off his scarf in a daze, and then mechanically took off the jade piece set around his neck, revealing the horrific scar covered underneath.
"Who is so vicious that he would do this to a child?"
Looking at the scar where Long Fushi's vocal cords were brutally cut off, Qingyun felt that he was filled with murderous intent. Just when he was about to pour the last few drops of gilded jade in the jade card onto the jade of confusion, the little fox suddenly pressed him down. live.
"Yunlang, please think about it. Qingpo is just an ordinary gem, but this is Yelan who can save sister Luo Yi!"
Alian's voice was trembling, just as she was holding Qingyun's hand.
"Sister Luo Yi? Xiao Luoyi?"
Long Fushi seemed to hear the underlying meaning of what the two said, and she could clearly see the hesitation and struggle in Qingyun's eyes.
But in the end, Qingyun ignored Alian's dissuasion and dropped all the last few drops of Yelan in the world on Long Fu Shi's jade of confusing sounds!
Ye Lan seemed to have some kind of spirituality, and he actively moved along the spider web cracks on the jade piece, filling up these small cracks in an instant.
In just a few breaths, Yelan, filled with the power of the strange true spirit, lost its original gilded luster, and the cracks in the cobwebs were completely filled in, becoming as smooth as ever.
However, there were still many thin red lines densely covered on it. After waiting for a while, seeing that these red lines had not faded, Qingyun could only whisper:
"Try composing poetry."
Looking at Alian with red eyes and Qingyun with a heavy face, Long Fushi took a deep breath and solemnly put the Mysterious Sound Baoyu around his neck again.
"Qing...yun..."
"It's done!"
As Long Fushi read out his name with some trembling, a smile finally broke out on Qingyun's face, while Alian sighed deeply.
The mansion was brightly lit at night, which reminded him of the time when he desperately tried to snatch the night in the jade mine. As smart as a dragon, Fu Shi quickly guessed the key.
After trying to adjust her voice again, Long Fushi still used her usual sweet female voice:
"Thank you very much."
"It doesn't matter."
The two of them looked at each other and shook their heads, as if they had their own thoughts, and said nothing else.
Alian seemed to be particularly uncomfortable with this depressing and quiet atmosphere, and it was still she who took the initiative to speak:
"Yunlang, didn't you say you have something important to trouble Miss Long?"
After gathering their emotions, Qingyun and Long Fushi raised their heads at the same time. He smiled bitterly at first, and then revealed everything about his relationship with Hua Yumian and Yao Pofeng.
"Sure enough, looking at your strength far beyond that of monks of the same realm, you must be a blood-stained generation from the thirty-three realms."
Qingyun has heard the words "blood-stained generation" countless times. He shook his head dumbly and was about to ask if there was a way. However, Long Fushi said first:
"The location of Zhijing Cave Heaven is the same as that of the Thirty-three Realms. It is also a small world with a radius of its own. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to enter without someone to guide you. Although my Long family is also its guest, but..."
As he spoke, the confusing jade on Long Fushi's neck shone with a faint red light.
"But what?"
Alian couldn't bear her temper and asked.
"But we are not the only suppliers of spiritual materials. The Long family is not the largest one. Moreover, even if you want to send gifts, the head of the family has to go there in person. Do you think that after all the trouble outside the door today, he will agree to bring the gift?" are you going?"
Smelling the lingering alcohol smell on Qingyun's body, Long Fushi said helplessly.
"Yunlang, if it doesn't work, let me talk to Long Pangui."
"No, some things can never be done again. He is afraid of your identity as a saint, but that doesn't mean he is really afraid of you. Business is about a win-win situation. If you cut off his financial path, you will also cut off the relationship within the clan. The clan elders will not agree to this partial source of income.”
Qingyun said sharply.
"Let's see, it's getting late. I'll go ask the head of the family for instructions tomorrow morning and test his tone. After all, I heard that Hua Yingguan just chose a good son-in-law. The wedding date is tentatively scheduled for next year, and it may change midway."
"Well, that's all I can do. Thank you very much. Write a poem."
"No need to say thank you for following me."
Qingyun also nodded knowingly. After experiencing life and death in the jade mine and the agency's planning, he and Long Fushi had already developed a different kind of tacit understanding.
"It's getting late, Qingyun, you should go to bed early and write a poem to say goodbye."
Long Fushi smiled softly, and after standing up, the candlelight illuminated her slender figure particularly delicately.
After she opened the door and stood outside the courtyard, a trace of doubt flashed across her face.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"
Qingyun asked.
At the same time, Long Fushi turned his attention to Alian who was still in the room.
The little fox was very alert, the cunning look in his eyes flashed away, and he quickly said:
"Ah, Yun Lang has just recovered from his serious injury. I want to stay and serve him, so I won't send you away, Miss Long."
"Alian, why don't you go back to your room too? I'm fine now."
The young man was also a little embarrassed.
"How can that be okay? You don't know, Yun Lang. When you were in a coma, I helped you clean and wash you every day. No, no, no, you have to start and finish everything!"
"What?"
Qingyun was shocked.
It’s just that the more A-Lian spoke next, the more explicit she was. She could almost count the hairs on the young man’s body. Not to mention Long’s poems, even he himself felt his ears burning when he heard it, and he just wanted to find a place to fuck him. Go in.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Long Fushi tossed his cloak and walked away.
As soon as she turned around, the little fox quickly closed the door. Now a man and a woman were alone in the same room. Qingyun felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Alian, is what you just said true or false?"
"Of course it's true. You were injured too badly in the cave. No matter how strong your self-healing ability is, your flesh and blood are still bruised. Of course I will help you change clothes and apply medicine when you return to Long's house."
As he said that, the little fox walked towards Qingyun who would not take kindly to it.
"Alian, you...hey..."
Qingyun felt so ashamed that he could not avoid being grabbed by the little fox by the neck, which instantly reminded him of the kiss he had with Alian when they first met.
But the little fox didn't wait for the warmth between his lips, but instead waited for Qingyun to hug him with all his strength.
"Alian, you must be good. I have nothing to lose."
Qingyun's voice was very bitter. He buried his head deeply on Alian's shoulder and breathed in her body fragrance, but there was no desire in his heart.
"Yunlang..."
Similarly, the original flush on the little fox's face faded, and her heart began to become peaceful and peaceful.
Late at night.
Qingyun gently let go of Alian's jade hand that had been holding on to him, and then slowly leaned her against the head of the bed.
Listening to Xiaohu's soft snoring, Qingyun pulled the quilt for her distressedly.
Yes, there was no beautiful scenery, no rippling spring scenery. After Qingyun hugged Alian for a while, the little fox fell asleep peacefully in his arms.
"These days have worn you out."
After seven or eight days of non-stop care and meticulous care, even if one reaches the Yuan Hua realm, one's mental power is limited after all.
Qingyun's arms have been the source of security for Alian since childhood, and only in his arms can the little fox dare to enjoy sleep so freely.
"Yunlang..."
Even in her sleep, Alian still kept shouting her beloved's name.
Seeing this, Qingyun kissed her forehead lightly. At this time, a melodious flute sound came into his ears from outside the house.
