"Brother He, what a coincidence, I meet you again."
A clear and sweet voice sounded.
He Ping'an didn't need to raise his head, but his consciousness had already sensed that it was Wang Yifang who was disguised as a man again.
"Yeah, it's quite a coincidence."
He Ping'an felt melancholy and had no intention of teasing the girl anymore, so his voice was a little low.
"Brother He, what's going on?"
"Looking gloomy."
Wang Yifang heard that he was a little unhappy and asked curiously.
As he spoke, he sat across from He Pingan. He looked familiar, raised his hand, picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth.
This guy is thicker-skinned than me...
"It's nothing serious. Seeing you eating peanuts, I suddenly remembered a drink I often drank when I was in my hometown."
"It's unforgettable."
He Pingan smiled lightly and decided to tease her.
"What kind of drink is it?"
"Brother He, tell me. Maybe I've heard of it."
Wang Yifang likes to taste all kinds of rare delicacies most, and his clear and watery eyes are shining.
He Ping'an said with a smile: "It is the juice squeezed from the peanuts, also called peanut milk."
"Peanut milk?"
Wang Yifang thought for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Xiao Ru, have you heard of it?"
"Never heard of it."
The boy behind him replied without thinking.
I'm not a foodie like you...
"It seems that I am ignorant. Brother He, I wonder how to make this peanut milk?"
Wang Yifang asked.
"The specific method cannot be explained in a few words."
A strange smile appeared on He Pingan's face: "When you are free another day, Brother Wang comes to my home and I will make it for you myself."
"That's fine. It's better to choose a different day. Let's go now."
Wang Yifang said impatiently.
"today?"
He Pingan glanced at Wang Yifang and the boy behind her.
Besides, I still have to wait for my seventh level of Xuan Gong...
"Let's try another day. It's a bit too late today."
Wang Yifang looked at the sky. It was already approaching Xu Shi and the sky was already a little dark.
"What Brother He said makes sense, so I will definitely visit your mansion another day."
...
The two chatted and talked about the recent riots in East City.
"Brother He, what do you think of this riot in Dongshi?"
Wang Yifang opened her lips slightly and asked in a low voice.
"You can sit and watch, or lie down and watch."
He Ping'an joked, and then his face straightened: "I think this Dongshi riot is not simple."
"I'm afraid there is another conspiracy behind it."
Wang Yifang clapped his knees, with a blush of excitement on his face: "Brother He is indeed an extraordinary person, and he coincides with my thoughts."
"A few third-level Gu cultivators were able to sneak into Xuanyang City quietly. Without internal help, this would be almost impossible."
Why does this sound like you are praising yourself?
He Ping'an complained in his heart, but still agreed: "Yes, Xuanyang City is covered by a large formation. If no one helps them cover up their presence, they will be discovered by the city defense camp when they enter the city."
"How could they be allowed to hide for many days without being discovered, and then suddenly launch a surprise attack during the Lantern Festival during the Moon Worship Festival?"
"Fortunately, the Holy One had the foresight to lay down a dragnet."
Wang Yifang whispered in a low voice: "As far as I know, it seems that the dragon-riding martial saint took action secretly to eliminate this disaster."
He Ping'an looked surprised and glanced at Wang Yifang. This news was not something that ordinary people could know.
"Brother He, do you know that a few days ago someone reported to the Holy Emperor that he wanted to invite the Marquis of Yongchun to return to southern Xinjiang."
Wang Yifang asked another question without waiting for his answer.
"Have heard a little bit."
When He Ping'an heard him mention Marquis Yongchun, he continued the topic: "Brother Wang, what do you think of Marquis Yongchun returning to southern Xinjiang?"
"I heard that this memorial was left behind by the Holy One."
"There is neither no nor yes."
"Oh, this happened." He Ping'an didn't know about it.
"This information comes from a good friend of mine. He serves in the palace, so it shouldn't be false."
Wang Yifang continued mysteriously: "And I heard that southern Xinjiang has been peaceful in the past few years, but since Marquis Yongchun returned to Xuanyang, it has become stormy."
"The Five Immortals Sect and the Evil Corpse Sect have begun to cause chaos."
"I even heard that Southern Barbarian Gu cultivators and demon tribes were also involved."
He Ping'an said in a low voice: "In this case, the Marquis of Yongchun is indispensable in Southern Xinjiang."
At this time, Wang Yifang lowered his voice again and whispered softly: "I think the incident in Dongshi may be related to Yongchun Marquis..."
"Master, be careful what you say!"
The boy behind him frowned and couldn't help but remind him.
The personnel structure of Li Chun Yuan is complicated, and there might be some upper-third-grade monks hiding among them. Although the two of them spoke in a low voice, they would be overheard if they did not cover up.
"Haha, no problem, just chatting for a while."
Wang Yifang also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he changed the subject and raised his glass to toast He Ping'an: "Drink, Brother He!"
He Ping'an raised his head and glanced at the servant in surprise. The last time they left, he found that she did not have the same attitude towards Wang Yifang as a maid towards a young lady.
What is the relationship between these two people seems to be getting more and more interesting.
While we were drinking and drinking, we had already had three rounds of wine.
Peanut milk... I also ate a lot of peanuts.
Wang Yifang's cheeks were red and he was close to being drunk again.
Just as the waiter was about to urge her to leave, He Pingan's consciousness suddenly caught a familiar figure appearing in the backyard of Lichun Courtyard.
If his consciousness is completely released, it can cover dozens of miles in radius.
But under normal circumstances, in order to prevent being perceived by the same level, he only shrinks his consciousness within two or ten feet of his body.
That figure just flashed past the edge of his consciousness.
He Pingan quickly let go of his consciousness to follow. At the same time, he stood up and said hello to Wang Yifang, then got up and chased towards the backyard.
Seeing him walking towards the backyard of Lichun Courtyard, the boy dropped a banknote, then helped Wang Yifang up and walked out, saying: "Princess, you came over that day to see this man drinking alone and did not go to the backyard, and you still praised him." People don’t covet beauty.”
"Now it seems that he is just a greedy and lustful ordinary man."
...
Once He Pingan broke away from the crowd and found a remote location, his figure suddenly disappeared and he caught up with the familiar figure.
This person was the man with the green dragon tattoo that He Pingan met when he took back the Immortal Caotang a few days ago.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a group of eunuchs going to a brothel.
He was a little surprised that this person appeared in the backyard of Lichun Court despite having his middle leg disabled.
Especially this person's cultivation level. After not seeing him for a few days, his cultivation level has climbed from the peak of the ninth grade to the peak of the eighth grade.
"Mr. Qian, I'm here."
The man with the green dragon tattoo walked to the deepest part of the backyard, to a secluded courtyard.
Away from the noise in front, the sound of the bed shaking and the sounds of skin and flesh all disappeared.
"Is it Yue Laosan?"
"Just come in."
A majestic voice came from the small courtyard, and He Pingan immediately recognized that it was Qian Yanqing, the boss behind the Cao Gang!
"yes!"
Yue Laosan walked in directly.
"Mr. Qian, everything you ordered your subordinates has been completed."
"That's good. We'll just wait for the news over there and we'll be ready to take action."
In the hut, the sound of conversation between two people could be heard.
"You are so seriously injured this time. When the time comes to capture that kid, I will ask you to kill him with your own hands."
"Thank you, Mr. Qian. If it weren't for you, my subordinates' cultivation would not have improved so fast..."
