There are indeed very important things that need to be dealt with during the sleepless night.
Not just one, but two.
First, he promised Zhou Xian at Lushan Winery to come to Wugong Mountain to find his daughter Zhou Qingshuang for him.
The second is to go to Wugong Shanren (perhaps it is best to change it to Baishuiquan now) and ask him about the unfinished matters about Luo Fan Creek.
That night when the snow fell in Changsha City, Bai Shuiquan was sleepless and forced to divulge a lot of inside information.
But that's not enough.
There are still some things that need to be understood.
Seeing that Ye Wumian had something to deal with, the three of them couldn't say much.
Gu Baiquan said casually, "Brother Luo, what do you need to deal with? If you need my help, just ask."
Ye Wumian pondered for a while and thought to himself: "Gu Baiquan is a man with a warm heart for the ancient ways, and he was a disciple of the Jinding Sect of Wugong Mountain when he was young. He should know Wugong Mountain very well. I want to find someone in Wugong Mountain, maybe he can help Get busy."
So he told the truth that he would come to Wugong Mountain to find out about Zhou Qingshuang. And roughly relayed some relevant information about Zhou Qingshuang.
Without thinking, Gu Baiquan suddenly raised his head and said: "If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot! A few days ago, I punished a group of Jinding Sect disciples who were doing evil outside. I learned from them that the bullshit young master of the Jinding Sect, I captured a little girl, and that little girl’s appearance, personality, and preferences are somewhat similar to the girl you described.”
"Little girl?"
Ye Wumian was startled and asked again: "Is that little girl from Jinling?"
Gu Baiquan shook his head blankly and said, "Then I don't know. Those disciples are just low-level disciples. They know very little and can only reveal so much."
Ye Wumian nodded slightly.
Gu Baiquan was just in the right place, and knowing so much was already a great help.
"The appearance and age are almost similar. Judging from this situation, the girl caught by the young sect leader is probably Brother Zhou's daughter."
Thinking of this, I can't help but feel worried all night long.
Baishuiquan is not a good person, and the young sect leader he appointed is naturally no better.
If Zhou Xian's daughter fell into his hands, she would probably be in bad luck.
At this moment of sleepless thinking, Yin Tai showed a friendly smile like a country squire and asked Chu Yan: "My dear lady, how did you arrange it? Are you going up with me to participate in the poetry annotation conference?"
Unexpectedly, Chu Yan didn't even look at him. She leaned closer to Ye Wumian and said with a sweet smile: "Master, no matter where you go, I will go with you. Others should stop talking and ask questions, so as not to bring trouble on themselves."
As he said that, he put his arm on Ye Wumian's arm intimately and looked at him with a sweet look on his face, which made his ears turn red.
Yin Tai was embarrassed and speechless. The "other people" Chu Yan mentioned naturally refers to him.
He coughed a few times, hurriedly covered it up, and then looked at the group of people. The only female family member he saw was Jiang Pan.
But Jiang Pan was just a thirteen-year-old girl, not yet a girl, so she really couldn't make the move to strike up a conversation, so she might as well wait a few years before talking about it.
At midnight in the afternoon, several people arrived at Gexian Temple, and the golden summit was already in sight.
Except for Jiang Pan, all of them are warriors with internal strength, so climbing mountains is no problem.
As for Jiang Pan, this little girl didn't say a word even if she had blisters on the soles of her feet. She could always keep up with Ye Wumian and Chu Yan who deliberately slowed down their pace to wait for her.
In front of Gexian Temple, Wenjia invited Ye Wumian: "More than a hundred feet from here, there is a small bamboo courtyard. I, Wen, came to Wugong Mountain to worship my ancestors and purchased it specially for the convenience of staying. Brother Luo, if you don't give up, , you can come and live with us. There are a few empty rooms in the courtyard. If you clean them, they will be spacious and livable with clear windows."
Ye Wumian declined politely and said: "Thank you Brother Wen for your kindness. However, I have an urgent matter to do next, so I don't dare to linger here. I'm afraid I have to go to the Golden Summit first."
Concerned about the safety of Zhou Qingshuang, whom he has never met before, Ye Wumian naturally has to work non-stop.
Wenjia saw that Ye Wumian was determined and didn't say much.
Yin Tai said: "Hey, Brother Luo was so kind last night that he made room for us to live in. We want to repay him today. Why didn't Brother Luo even give us a chance to repay him?"
Jiang Pan, who had been silent until now, heard what he said and sneered: "That is the bamboo house of the Bachelor of Arts. Even if it is an opportunity to repay, it is also an opportunity for the Bachelor of Arts. Why are you borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha?"
Yin Tai's face turned red. He never expected that this little sister's words would hit the point. You defended yourself: "Brother Wen and I have long been brothers and sisters, regardless of each other..."
Ye Wumian smiled, said nothing more, and said goodbye to several people.
A few people walked together for a short distance, then said goodbye here and went their separate ways.
In the next few days, Wen Jia, Xiao Qianyun, and Gu Baiquan temporarily stayed in Xiaozhu Courtyard. After paying homage to Wen Tianxiang, they secretly dealt with Baishuiquan and looked for Tang Bohu's books.
Yin Tai also lives in the courtyard, but he does not live peacefully. Every day, he braves the freezing rain, wind and snow to chat with passers-by on the mountain path.
After all, the purpose of his coming to Wugong Mountain was to attend the poetry annotation conference, and meeting friends through literature was the official business. Others were classified by him as not doing his job properly.
I will not mention these four people for the time being, but return to the three Ye Wumian.
In Ge Xian Temple, Ye Wumian paid homage to the two immortals Ge Hong and Ge Xuan, and handed the horses to the Taoist priests who were guarding the temple for foster care.
Chu Yan asked Ye Wumian, "Sir, this is the first time Yan'er has heard that you are going to the Golden Summit to save people. I wonder what your plans and arrangements are? You might as well talk to Yan'er."
In fact, even if Chu Yan didn't ask, Ye Wumian was planning to ask her for advice.
There is such a humanoid think tank beside you, it is useless if you don't need it.
"Hehe." Ye Wumian smiled, and after leaving Ge Xianguan, he smiled and joked, "I don't have any plans. Making suggestions is not my strong point. If you are not by my side, I will probably rely on a Armed with a long sword, he rushed directly to the Jinding Gate to ask for someone."
Chu Yan clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay! Young master is indeed bold and heroic. Yan'er admires him, admires him!"
Ye Wumian smiled bitterly and said, "Yan'er, you've offended me. I'm acting recklessly. How can I be admired?"
Chu Yan was always generous with his praise for Ye Wumian, which moved him very much.
How could there be such a girl in the world, so beautiful, sweet-talking, and still by his side?
I'm afraid, it only exists in dreams!
Ye Wumian picked at his fingers to make sure he was not in a dream.
Hearing Chu Yan analyze and say: "If in normal times, the young master had pine grain in his left hand and green hair in his right hand, he rushed up to the Golden Dome, stepped flat on the Golden Dome Gate, and took off the heads of Baishuiquan and his wife, how would it be ethical?"
Seeing Chu Yan's face full of pride, Ye Wumian was moved and embarrassed, and said quickly: "Yan'er, it's almost done, it's almost done, don't praise me. Wugong Mountain is high, and it's close to Tianben. If you don't Praise me, I will really go to heaven."
Jiang Pan said: "Brother Zi Zai, I'm not talking about you. Do you think Sister Yan'er has ever shown any pretense to other men? You are still in the midst of blessings and don't know how to be blessed! If I were you, I would have secretly had fun a long time ago."
These words made Ye Wumian and Chu Yan fall silent.
The reason for Chu Yan's silence was unknown to Ye Wumian, but he himself remembered that along the way, Chu Yan had indeed, as Jiang Pan said, rarely given any good looks to other men.
His heart couldn't help but beat fast, and then, a shameful thought appeared in his mind.
"Could it be that Yan'er, she..."
Chu Yan's voice, as pleasant as a lark's, interrupted his random thoughts:
"Sir, if in normal times, you would carry two swords and kill on the Golden Summit, there would be no problem. But now, firstly, the Poetry Annotation Conference is about to open, and there are many fish and dragons on Wugong Mountain, and there are many people with mixed eyes; secondly, not long ago in front of the Golden Summit Gate , and then fought against the Mingyue Sect in the Mingyue Mountain next door. In order to deal with the Mingyue Sect, Baishuiquan invited many masters. Together with the two of them, there were six second-level masters. With such a lineup, I am afraid that We had to do it secretly.”
