No, he noticed it. Noticing Feng Xiatian's hesitation, Gu Qingxi felt something bad.
"Xiatian, you don't have any ideas, are you afraid that we will see you?" Before Feng Xiantian made a decision, Gu Qingxi pretended to be suspicious and looked at him with extremely strange eyes.
"Ideas, what ideas can I have?" Feng Xiatian said inexplicably.
"I just heard Wei Changqing say that he wants to return the position of sect leader to Ye Yuhan. That is a Tianpin sect. Even if it is in decline now, it has been accumulated for thousands of years, but there are still many rare treasures in its collection. Rare treasure.
If anyone wins Ye Yuhan's heart, how many years of hard work will be saved? "Gu Qingxi said with deep meaning, looking at Feng Xiantian with an even weirder look.
Got it, now Feng Xiatian finally understood what she meant.
"Qing Xi, do you think that I, Feng Xiatian, am the kind of person who eats soft food?
We are the best friends in the world. If others don’t understand me, don’t you understand me too? How can you look at me like this? "Feng Xiantian said to Gu Qingxi angrily and sadly.
"Hey, didn't you just say that Kong was a scumbag and that if he followed Yuan Mengyin, he would have to live less of a lifetime of struggle?" Xiao Yutang looked at Feng Xiantian in surprise.
Just now, I felt so sad because Kong refused to eat soft rice. Why was it my turn to feel so sad and angry?
"It's empty, it's empty, I'm me, can this be the same? Look at my face, does it look like a face that's just eating soft food?
I, Feng Xiantian, am a manly man with hands and feet. I can earn whatever I want. How could I be so ignorant of self-respect, self-respect, and self-love! "Feng Xiantian pointed at her face, her expression even more sad and angry.
"..." What does this mean? You are not good-looking, so you are a man, you have hands and feet, and you know how to respect yourself and love yourself, so you can't just eat soft food.
If someone else is good-looking, he is not a man. Therefore, he has no arms or legs and becomes disabled. If he does not know how to respect himself and respect himself, he should be given free rein.
What kind of truth is this?
Gu Qingxi and others looked at Feng Xiantian's face and read deep resentment from the ordinary.
"Forget it, forget it, you don't believe me even if I say it, I will take you to see Yuhan right now." Seeing the meaningful looks in Gu Qingxi and others' eyes, Feng Xiantian felt even more depressed, feeling like jumping into the Tiancang River He couldn't clean it up, so in order to prove his "innocence", he dragged Gu Qingxi away and left.
The provocative method is successful! Gu Qingxi quietly raised a thumbs up to herself.
The place where Ye Yuhan was recovering from his injuries was not far away. In a small town at the foot of Yunlang Mountain, a few people arrived with flying swords in just a few hours.
The town is not big, with only one inn, but the several guest rooms are clean and the environment is quiet and elegant.
"Yuhan, are you there? I brought some friends back." Feng Xiatian led Gu Qingxi and others into the courtyard, went straight to the door of a guest room, and shouted loudly.
"Brother Xiatian, you are back, come in quickly...ah! Wait a minute, wait a minute and you guys can come in again." A sweet and surprised voice sounded in the room, but he changed his words mid-sentence.
But it was too late. Feng Xiatian was eager to prove her innocence. Before she could finish her words, she led Gu Qingxi and others through the door.
The next moment, Gu Qingxi saw Feng Xiantian's peach blossom as she wished.
Sitting on the edge of the bed by the window was a young girl, wearing a long aqua dress, with a fair complexion and a beautiful face.
Her temperament is fresh and elegant, and she feels a bit like the little sister next door, and it is easy for people to feel close to her.
Seeing how many people walked into the room so quickly, the girl's face turned red and she quickly hid something behind her.
"Yuhan, what are you doing?" Seeing her strange expression, Feng Xiatian asked in confusion.
"No, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything." Ye Yuhan said hesitantly, but his hand subconsciously shrank back, making it clear that there was no three hundred taels of silver here.
"You, are you embroidering?" Feng Xiatian stretched her neck and looked behind her, and said with a look of horror when she saw a piece of cloth and needlework.
If Yuhan is a noble lady in the secular world, Xiaojiabiyu, she can just embroider and make embroidery in her free time. But she is a cultivator. When have you ever heard that cultivators don’t practice well and go to embroider? of?
More importantly, she is also a strong person in the realm of gods and the future leader of Tianxing Sect.
If those Tianxing Sect disciples knew that their future sect master was doing embroidery while not doing his job, how would they feel? Would they collectively rebel and leave the sect?
Feng Xiatian felt that either Ye Yuhan was crazy, or she was crazy, or the entire cultivation world was crazy.
Of course, Ye Yuhan also knew that embroidery was not something a cultivator, especially a cultivator in the state of divine transformation, should do. Being caught red-handed by Feng Xiatian, she also felt very embarrassed.
Stomping her feet hard, she blushed and took out a long silk ribbon from behind and threw it to Feng Xiantian: "It's not embroidery, it's a belt for you. My injury is not healed, I can't practice yet, and I have nothing to do. I saw your belt was old, so I wanted to make you a belt.”
Is there any difference between making a belt and embroidering? Feng Xiatian was holding the half-made belt, looking a little confused.
"This is a belt, what is that?" Immediately, Feng Xiatian saw another piece of fabric brought out from behind when Ye Yuhan took out the belt, and asked.
"Oh, this is a hat. I see you like wearing hats, but that hat is too, too special. I have to make a belt anyway, so I made a hat for you." I couldn't hide it anyway, Ye Yuhan didn't bother to cover it up anymore, so he took out another hat and threw it over.
What does it mean to be too special? His hat is obviously ugly, right? Gu Qingxi had a good impression of this girl. She was so gentle, considerate and considerate.
Feng Xiatian was speechless for a while: Who said I like wearing hats? That guy is too clingy and refuses to stay in the spiritual pet bag. He has to squat on my head, okay? And that's not a hat, it's a Bagua Immortal Wind Furnace, a divine weapon, a divine weapon.
"Hey, what is that?" Feng Xiatian was complaining secretly, and suddenly saw another piece of fabric that Ye Yuhan brought out when he took out the hat, and asked subconsciously.
"This is clothes. You practiced in Yunlang Mountain some time ago and often fought against monsters. The clothes are a bit torn. I want to make a belt and a hat anyway, so I will help you make another clothes." Ye Yuhan said and came from behind. He took out a piece of clothing he had just made and threw it to Feng Xiantian.
"..." By the way, again by the way?
Although she spoke in an understatement, as if she didn't take it seriously at all, there was more meaning in the eyes of Gu Qingxi, Di Feixue and others.
There are not so many things in the world. Every stitch and every stitch is clearly full of affection and concern.
