Feng Xiaohan announced that he would retreat indoors, and before the end of the lockdown, he would prepare for the trip to the grassland, and put the daily water and mountain-like food in front of the door, and then go and retrieve the empty plate after a while.

Every time Chimei walked through the lobby, she would look at his door suspiciously.

"This kid, shouldn't he be a golden house?"

But then she shook her head and said secretly: "Impossible, he has no feelings for the opposite sex, how can there be a woman hidden in the house?"

Washable water,

Why do you have twice as many people as others?

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The seven-day lockdown is approaching,

Feng Xiaohan turned into a spirit during the day, and slept on the floor at night.

He already eats a large amount of food, and bringing out an extra dream in the food will not arouse suspicion.

The formation on the window was re-repaired so as not to reveal the flaws. But because of this, Meng'er can only stay in the room with him every day, and can't go out, and it is inevitable that he will be bored after a long time.

She was lying on the head of the bed, with her two little feet cocked, her little mouth puffed out, and she looked dejected.

Looking at Feng Xiaohan's clean side face, the sun shining on it, reflecting a jade-like luster, muttered: "The people of the Central Plains Sect are all monsters, and they don't feel bored if they haven't gone out for so long." ”

"Because you are single-minded in asking, so the Dao heart is harmonious, so as to cultivate diligently, not everyone has such a talent like you. ”

Feng Xiaohan opened his eyes, took a sip of water, and said, "I'm curious, you have barely transformed into a spirit in the past few days, how did a lazy person like you get to this point?"

Meng'er thought for a while and said, "It's okay to sense the aura, and then read books, occasionally play pranks, and then that's it." ”

Her expression was very simple when she spoke, her eyes were clear, and she looked like she was taking it for granted, which was naturally not a lie.

But Feng Xiaohan was silent for a long time.

How...... Could there be such a demon?

In terms of qualifications alone, except for He Xirou, no one in Changmingzong can compare with her.

"Heaven is unfair. ”

Feng Xiaohan let out a long sigh, and then continued to transform into a spirit.

He sighed at the same time, how could Meng'er not be like this?

Transforming spirits is one of the most intimate things in the cultivation world, and even Taoist couples rarely have the same house to transform spirits.

Because even the slightest change in the aura may affect the Dao heart, causing the vitality that has been painstakingly transformed into the spirit to dissipate.

Therefore, every evening when the purple bamboo exudes aura, why not be soft to meditate under the bamboo, but Feng Xiaohan stops practicing. Only that time when the Spirit Tree was lit in the Anti-Heaven Temple, due to the urgent need to replenish vitality,

He will transform into a spirit at the same time as the other party.

Changming Commercial Bank is located in the most prosperous street of Bianzhou City, the road outside the window is crowded, the hawkers and passers-by talk together, very lively.

What's more, there is a boring woman in the room who rolls in bed.

In this case, Feng Xiaohan can actually turn into a spirit without being disturbed by the outside world at all.

Ask yourself, Meng'er thinks that she can't do it, and neither can the two senior brothers.

With such a powerful Dao Heart, it is no wonder that he would become a closed disciple of the Changming Sect. Her hydrangea can't go wrong.

Time passes bit by bit,

The sixth day of retreat, the last day of lockdown.

After breakfast, Meng'er said with a smile: "While there are few people on the street in the early morning, how about I take you out for a walk?"

Feng Xiaohan glanced at her and said, "Today is the last day, your brother should have sent someone to guard the surroundings, so you can endure it for another day." ”

Before the retreat, he sent a letter to the Heavenly General's Mansion.

And not long before that, there was also a handwritten letter from Feng Qianfeng from the grassland side that was delivered to the same place and handed over to that person.

Qianfeng's letter is very in the style of a grassland person, simple and direct, just one sentence: I have sent someone to secretly protect Changming's disciples, and I will inform you.

Such a move is no different from surveillance, and the heavenly general was just about to send someone to send a message to strictly stop it, but Feng Xiaohan's letter arrived.

The letter was even shorter, with only four words: I agreed.

Liu Yinmo, the defender of Bianzhou City, is a middle-aged man with a gentle and elegant demeanor, if it weren't for the token hanging around his waist, people would mistakenly think that this was a teacher, and it was difficult to associate him with the Tang Dynasty generals who were crisscrossing the battlefield.

Liu Yinmo looked at the two letters on the table, tapped the table with his index finger, and couldn't see what he was thinking.

After a long time, he spoke, "Someone." ”

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard outside the house.

A capable man entered the house and saluted, saying, "What does the heavens command?" ”

"A few days ago, the incident of Changming Commercial Bank had an eyebrow, and I sent some masters to guard near Changming Commercial Bank, and then brought a message to them. ”

Liu Yinmo's voice was very calm, but it had its own majesty, and said: "This is Bianzhou City. ”

And the city of Bianzhou,

It's his territory.

The implication is: don't make trouble for him.

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After the lockdown ended,

The oppressive atmosphere in the city gradually dissipated, and those merchants who hurried back to pay their errands hurriedly handled the hands of leaving the city

Continued, the city gates had to send additional personnel to strictly inspect the convoys.

Changming Commercial Bank, as always, does not seem to have changed anything.

But Chimei knows that things are not so simple.

In the surrounding teahouses and restaurants, there are many diners who glance at a certain window of the merchant house from time to time, making some eye contact in a very hidden way, they are well hidden, and they behave naturally, like real tourists.

But there are also those who look at them in the same way.

These people were dressed in Central Plains costumes, and they were all Liu Yinmo's people, who were responsible for supervising their every move.

Qian Feng booked a room at the inn across the street, with a wide view, and the window was facing Changming Firm.

If Meng'er was just his junior sister, of course there was no need to engage in such a big battle.

But she is a grassland saint, representing the entire alliance, if she beats the disciples of the southern sect in Bianzhou City, with the current atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty cultivation world, the grassland alliance will inevitably have to pay a lot of diplomatic costs.

Because Meng'er's behavior is slapping Liu Yinmo's face, and even more so slapping Datang's face.

If such a thing happens in another place, such as a deserted country, in short, as long as he is not beaten in this city, in the eyes of those in power, there is no difference between children and families.

Qian Feng looked at the flowing clouds in the distance and said with a wry smile: "Senior sister, senior sister, no wonder the master easily doesn't let you go out, can't you change places?"

The overnight snow made the city even colder, but it didn't dampen the enthusiasm of the people, and the streets were still bustling with shouting vendors.

The snow had melted, the ground had become a little wet, and the soles of the pedestrians' shoes had been stained with mud, making them look a little dirty.

It was late afternoon, an hour before the curfew.

Feng Xiaohan said: "In half an hour, the city gate will be closed, and it will be troublesome to go out of the city at that time." ”

"What's the panic, don't you often say that the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge? ”

Meng'er stretched her waist, her slender waist swayed slightly, but she had a thousand styles at a young age.

Feng Xiaohan looked at her, but he was not attracted by the other party's charm, but he didn't believe her arrangement.

Meng'er left him with the impression that he was arrogant by nature, lazy in practice, and always thinking about things, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like the type who could use his brain.

Meng'er pursed her lips, just about to teach him a few words.

A purple figure flashed on the eaves in the distance, the man covered his face with a black veil, his body was light, and he was like a fairy.

"Here's the show. ”

Meng'er clapped her hands excitedly.

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, because the figure was too familiar.

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