Fan Mansion, outside Jiangshan Pavilion.
Holy Lord Hanyue has been to Fan Mansion several times, but every time he comes uninvited, and this visit is no exception.
Jiangshan Pavilion has mountains, rivers, and beautiful scenery. Han Yue likes it very much.
She walked around the rockery lake and felt more and more comfortable.
There was only one thing that dissatisfied her.
In such a huge Fan Mansion, not even half a osmanthus tree was planted?
Hanyue likes laurel trees.
She likes the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, dancing her sword under the tree and admiring the moon.
She even imagined that if there was a laurel tree in Fan's house and she danced a sword under the tree, would Fan Li be shocked when he saw it?
"Pfft!"
Holy Lord Hanyue laughed out loud.
"When Fan Li is finished, I will definitely tell him to plant some osmanthus trees."
The more she thought about it, the more proud she became, and she didn't even notice that someone was approaching.
"Fan Mansion plants trees, why should you decide?"
A woman's voice was cold and distant, even mixed with a trace of hatred.
Holy Lord Hanyue turned around and recognized the person at a glance as Lu Fubao.
"you?"
Han Yue felt baffled.
She could feel that Lu Fubao had bad intentions, but she really couldn't remember when she had offended her.
But in the whole world, apart from the eldest sister, Holy Lord Yaoguang, there are few people that Han Yue can be afraid of.
Lu Fubao?
Even with hatred written on her face, Han Yue didn't think she could threaten her.
"This is Fan Li's home, I can't cause him any trouble."
Fan Li would never have imagined that Holy Lord Hanyue would consider the problem in this way.
"You are the imperial concubine, right?" Han Yue smiled lightly, not caring about the ugly look on her face. "Mr. Yan's funeral is over. You should go back to the palace. Why are you still staying in Fan Mansion? If this matter gets spread, it will be bad for you and Fan Li's reputation."
Ask yourself, Hanyue is a warning from the heart.
In her opinion, since Emperor Chu Emperor Xiang Chong is her godson, then Lu Fubao, the imperial concubine of the former Emperor Chu Emperor, is also her junior.
How can elders argue with younger generations?
What's more, it's still in Fan Li's house?
You must pay attention to your conversation and manners, especially not to damage Fan Li's face.
"shut up!"
Today, Yan Yuan was buried, and Lu Fubao was already in a very bad mood.
She couldn't hold it back for a moment and blurted out: "What qualifications do you have to talk about my senior brother's funeral?"
In Lu Fubao's eyes, the entire Sanskrit Pure Land is an enemy, especially these arrogant Holy Lords!
But she didn't know that Holy Lord Hanyue had no knowledge of the ambush outside Yunmeng Mountain. She was in retreat at the time.
Being slapped in the face by Lu Fubao inexplicably, Han Yue was naturally angry.
But she still endured it.
"not angry."
"Don't cause trouble for Fan Li."
Hanyue took several deep breaths and finally calmed down.
She said coldly to Lu Fubao: "I am kindly admonishing you, and I don't mean any harm. If the imperial concubine doesn't like to hear it, please do it yourself."
With Han Yue's former pride, she would never tolerate Lu Fubao.
She endured it today, and even Hanyue herself found it incredible.
Not enough words to speculate.
Holy Lord Hanyue was about to turn around and leave, going to the other side of the lake to continue enjoying the beautiful scenery.
It happened that at this time, Fan Li sent the envoys from the Three Kingdoms out of Jiangshan Pavilion.
"what happened?"
Hearing Han Yue and Lu Fubao's unhappy words, Fan Li said goodbye to the envoys and hurried over to ask.
"Fan Li, I was walking by the lake and didn't provoke her." Han Yue spoke first. She was afraid that she would be misunderstood.
The man pretended not to hear it at all.
He hurriedly came to Lu Fubao and lowered his voice: "You don't want your life? Why do you take the initiative to provoke such a person?"
Fan Li will never forget that he almost died under the Hanyue Sword.
He had just finished Yan Yuan's funeral, but he didn't want to do the same for Lu Fubao.
"I……"
Lu Fubao was already in a low mood. When he saw Fan Li coming out, his eyes suddenly turned red and tears flowed out like a flood.
She finally couldn't help it and threw herself into Fan Li's arms, crying again.
Fan Li had no distracting thoughts, he just patted Lu Fubao on the back and comforted her softly.
However, when this scene fell into the eyes of Holy Lord Hanyue, the situation changed.
"the two of them?"
"Fan Li is so bold!"
"How dare you get involved in the harem???"
Han Yue remembered Fan Li's identity after a long absence, a traitor!
She was so anxious that she stepped forward quickly and violently separated the two of them.
"You can't do this!" Han Yue's tone was stern and even more sour.
Fan Li's cultivation level was too low and he didn't even have time to react and fell directly to the ground.
"you!"
Lu Fubao was filled with grief and anger.
Today, Holy Lord Yaoguang came to the mourning hall to show off his power, but she had been holding back.
Now, another holy master of the Pure Land actually used violence against Fan Li?
Lu Fubao didn't care about the cultivation gap between herself and Han Yue. She raised her hand to draw in the air and immediately laid down a formation!
"Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Formation!"
She shouted angrily.
The next moment, thunder and lightning fell from the sky, with Holy Lord Hanyue as its only target, and it accurately fell on her head!
This is Lu Fubao's second most powerful attack formation. Although it is not as powerful as [Eight Heat Hell], it can be deployed quickly and take effect immediately.
Boom! ! !
After the lightning and thunder, beside the lakeside outside Jiangshan Pavilion, dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun.
In the air, there is the pungent burnt smell left by lightning.
"Bold!" Han Yue's angry voice came from the smoke.
Just by listening to her voice, one could tell that she was full of energy and the lightning strike just now failed to harm her at all.
"careful!"
Fan Li finally reacted.
He actually stood in front of Lu Fubao without hesitation.
Almost at the same time, the strong wind blew away the smoke and dust, only to see four magical swords with changing spiritual energy. The sword tips were almost touching Fan Li's eyebrows, throat, heart and Dantian.
Fan Li broke into a cold sweat!
He dared to risk his life to resist, because at this moment he was actually a clone, and he would die if he died.
However, the power of the Four Swords of Killing Immortals, even if the clone is sacrificed, the remaining power can easily tear Lu Fubao apart!
That's right.
Fan Li could not block these four swords.
However, the four swords were still hovering in mid-air and did not advance any further, and Fan Li was not injured.
Just because they were controlled by their masters.
Holy Lord Hanyue stared at Fan Li, his clear and translucent eyes filled with disappointment and contempt!
A man and a woman looked at each other for a long time.
"Fan Li."
"There are many women in the world, but you don't love yourself so much."
"I'm so disappointed in you!"
After speaking, Holy Lord Hanyue dispersed the four swords transformed by his spiritual energy.
She turned around, stepped into the air, and headed towards the palace.
It was a false alarm, but luckily no one was hurt.
Fan Li smiled bitterly and thought to himself, what nonsense is this?
"How are you? You're not hurt!?"
Seeing that Fan Li was in danger, Lu Fubao also woke up from his previous gaffe.
She regretted that she almost killed Fan Li because she lost control of her emotions.
Lu Fubao was overly concerned and groped Fan Li up and down with his hands, fearing that he might have a scar.
"I'm fine, not a hair is missing."
Fan Liren was fine, but he did break out in a cold sweat.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"
During those days in Qingyun Sect, there was almost no distance between Lu Fubao and Fan Li.
At this moment, she couldn't hold back and hugged Fan Li tightly.
Fan Li was stunned for a moment, thinking that she was frightened and didn't think much about it.
Little did he know that behind a dense camphor tree on the other side of the lake, the cold moon had gone and returned, and he was quietly watching the two people "embracing"...
