With this hint of doubt, Yuan Fengqing simply cleaned up and opened the door, looked at Qing Yang standing under the porch and asked, "How many days have you been guarding the door?" ”

"How many days? Uncle Xiao, you slept so deeply, you slept for ten days and ten nights. "Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qingyang's words made Yuan Fengqing stunned again, she felt that she had just slept all night, but she didn't expect that ten days and ten nights had passed, and sure enough, the monk's time was even more like water, which made people unable to capture.

Thinking of this, she asked again, "You...... Alone on the outside all the time? ”

"No, my senior brother and I rotate, he just left, and it's my turn to keep vigil tonight."

"No one else has been here in between?"

"No, only me and my senior brother are guarding." Qing Yang only thought that she was worried that she had slept for so long and that something was going on outside, so she added, "Uncle Xiao, don't worry, it's calm outside, Senior Brother has already reported to Master, Master said it's not in a hurry, it's not too late to go to Qiyun Peak when you wake up." ”

Yuan Fengqing frowned slightly, if no one else had come, then how did she happen when she was taken out of the bathtub and changed into a set of dry clothes before? After thinking about it carefully, there was an unusually bad smell on the person who carried her out of the bathtub at that time, what was the smell? She thought for a while before remembering that it was a stench, like ...... The taste of yellow skin essence!

But is Blood Portrait the kind of good person who will help her? She was skeptical.

Seeing that she had been looking entangled and didn't say a word, Qing Yang leaned in front of her and asked curiously, "Uncle Xiao, what are you thinking?" ”

Pulling back his thoughts, Yuan Fengqing shook his head, "It's okay." ”

"It's taken you so long to get up to the next level, and you're awake very heavy this time, you must be hungry, right? Why don't we go to Yamashita City and have a good meal? Qing Yang didn't say anything, this proposal suddenly made Yuan Fengqing feel hungry, and nodded with a chuckle.

Qing Yang was overjoyed when he saw that the little uncle actually agreed, so he took her hand and ran towards the door.

The two took advantage of the night to sneak down Cangyun Mountain, the Fang Market at the foot of the mountain is still brightly lit at the moment, although there are not too many pedestrians, it has not yet reached the moment of dead of night, all kinds of fragrances are permeated on the roadside vendors, and it is full of interest to attract Yuan Fengqing and Qingyang, so they chose a place with a lot of customers, and the four tables are almost half of the Yangchun noodle stall to sit down.

Just ordered two bowls of Yangchun noodles, smelling the smell of fragrant broth in the air, when Yuan Fengqing had a satisfied smile on her face, she suddenly felt a darkness beside her, and someone sat down in the two empty seats, and a faint smell hit the tip of her nose, a little familiar, and she couldn't help but turn her head, and when her eyes swept over the man and woman, she was dumbfounded as if she had been struck by lightning.

The blood painting of the purple robe dragging the ground today is tied up with black hair for some reason, and it is only fixed with a purple jade gold crown, which makes the facial features as clear as a knife carving, but it seems that his temperament is a little less yin and a little more gentle. What was even more strange was that his amber eyes had for some reason turned a pitch-black ink, and under the light of the night and the kerosene lamp on the table, they became brighter and more dazzling, like the stars in the sky. On weekdays, I am used to seeing him with black hair and commanding demeanor, but today I saw him sitting next to him like an ordinary man, holding a folding fan in his hand and shaking it very slowly, a few locks of hair were blown up by the wind, but he was also handsome and unique, which only made Yuan Fengqing feel that he was dazzled, and the man in front of him was a little similar to the blood painting, right?

But when he turned his eyes to look at the yellow-skinned spirit sitting opposite, he didn't dare to believe that he was really a blood painting.

"You ......," Qing Yang saw the blood painting for the first time, only to feel that this person was unparalleled, and couldn't help but look at it in surprise.

Blood Painting turned his eyes to Qing Yang, and smiled gently, "There is no place left, so I can only squeeze into a table with the two of you." ”

The corners of Yuan Fengqing's mouth twitched uncontrollably twice, so as not to be seen by Qing Yang, he could only pretend to turn his head to look away, but he really couldn't figure out which play the blood painting was going to sing.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, acquaintance is fate," Qing Yang is used to being free and easy, and he won't bother with him, so he kindly lifted the teapot on the table and poured him and Huangpi Zijing a cup of tea, which seemed to be happy.

At this time, the proprietress brought two bowls of Yangchun noodles, Yuan Fengqing was about to reach out to get the dishes and chopsticks on the table, but saw the blood painting imperceptibly glanced at Huang Pizijing, the latter got up knowingly, and did not look at her face, directly held the Yangchun noodles in front of her in front of the blood picture, and pretended to show an apologetic smile to her and said, "Girl, I'm really sorry, my son-in-law has a bad stomach and can't be hungry, let's change a bowl with you first, and then serve it to the girl when we come." ”

Yuan Fengqing's hand that was about to hold the chopsticks froze in mid-air, and she felt indescribably awkward in her heart. But it's hard to say anything on the surface, so I can only nod and be speechless.

"In that case, why don't you eat first, and it's okay for us to wait." Seeing that Uncle Xiao's face was gone, Qing Yang was naturally not in the mood to enjoy it alone, so he simply pushed the Yangchun noodles in front of him in front of Huangpi Zijing and said with a smile.

The yellow skin essence was not polite to him, and said "thank you" and ate it. On the contrary, the blood painting put away the fan and rested on the corner of the table, took out the bamboo chopsticks and slowly picked up the noodles in the bowl, each time he picked very little, ate very slowly, and his movements were soothing and elegant, just like a noble son who came out of nowhere, not only saw Yuan Fengqing dumbfounded, but even Qingyang couldn't turn his eyes away, and couldn't say what he felt in his heart.

As if sensing the strange gaze of the two of them, the blood painting raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his gaze to look at Qing Yang opposite, and said, "Look at the clothes of this fellow Daoist, but is it a disciple of Cangyun Sect?" ”

Yuan Fengqing trembled involuntarily, but she just pursed her lips and did not speak.

She was thinking in her heart, what is the purpose of this blood painting tonight? And when did he and the yellow-skinned spirit come out of the Lord of the Rings, and why didn't she feel it at all?

"Exactly, Brother Tai doesn't look like a local, didn't he travel from other places?" Qingyang's hospitable appearance made Yuan Fengqing's heart jump after hearing the word "brother Tai", people who can be called brothers and sisters with blood paintings, I am afraid that there is only Qingyang in the sky and on the earth.

She was about to open her mouth to interrupt Qing Yang's conversation with the Blood Painting, when she saw the Blood Painting seem to glance at her casually, but in fact, a hint of warning flashed under her dark eyes, which made her dumbfounded.

After all, there are too many secrets hidden in her body that outsiders can't know, and these secret blood paintings are all known. Is he being threatened?

I didn't care about Yuan Fengqing's vomiting blood in his heart, and the blood painting smiled slightly at Qingyang, "Yes, I traveled here, and because I admired the prestige of Cangyun Gate, I came to visit, I don't know if Your Excellency can introduce me?" ”

Yuan Fengqing's body stiffened slightly, and when he was about to stop Qing Yang from agreeing to his request, the noodle stall owner brought noodles over, "Guest officer, your two bowls of noodles." The words he had just opened swallowed back into his stomach, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, frowned and thought about countermeasures.