In Ban Ming's hall, the tea served by the attendant was already cold, but Ban Ming and still Shu had never tasted it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

From the very beginning, they didn't give an inch, and then the two gradually saw each other's sincerity, so they discussed it sharply.

Still helpless, he couldn't explain Lao Qin's matter to Ban Ming. So Ban Ming must have thought that the assassination was due to the fact that the sect master of the Dharma Weapon Sect had discussed with him and his plan, and he had a bitter plan, deliberately trying to make the Yinlu Sect follow.

However, after several arguments, Ban Ming had a good impression of still speaking. I just feel that although this person is not familiar enough, he is frank and honest, and he does not hide it, and he has a sense of like-mindedness and sympathy among young heroes.

It's the same with the statement, maybe because he already knew that the Yinlu Sect was a sect that advocated peace, so he already had a good impression of Ban Ming in his heart, so it was quite pleasant to come into contact with.

However, the two were also a little helpless about the task of verifying the assassins assigned by the Grand Commander.

said that they were responsible for verifying, in addition to arresting Lu Yi back, how else could they verify? It's just a matter of finding a witness for each of the two cases.

The matter of the assassin was beyond discussion, and the two of them finally relaxed and asked the attendant to change the hot tea again. Still Shu suddenly felt dry mouth, presumably just a master trick, quite distracted, still said while drinking tea while smiling dumbly in his heart.

"What is the habit of drinking this tea?" Ban Ming slowed down his tone and could finally speak easily.

"Fragrant, warm, and a good tea!" Still praised.

Ban Ming smiled leisurely, and the smile came from the bottom of his heart: "This tea was specially brought to me by my family, and it is a sparrow tongue tea with southern characteristics, which is famous for its fragrance and moisturizing mouth." ”

And when he saw him smiling as if he were ashamed, he lifted up his eyes to him, and did not know why.

Ban Ming was still curious, so he explained: "Brother Xian doesn't know, originally, my wedding date was set in the middle of this month. Now he is under house arrest, which makes his family worried. ”

"That's it! No wonder the class brother has a happy face. That not only worries the family, but also worries the beauty of the family. Still smiling, he hurriedly put down the teacup and bowed: "Little brother is here to congratulate my brother!" ”

Ban Ming smiled helplessly, raised his slender eyebrows and said: "I don't know if I can rush home in the middle of the month to get married, if not, I'm afraid I will have to find a good day at home." ”

Still Shu smiled sincerely, and immediately joked again: "Good things are grinding, since the beauty is interested, the class brother doesn't have to be anxious." ”

Ban Ming smiled brightly and waved his hand: "That's it, don't mention these things." ”

He put on a comfortable look, and then asked to still recall: "I heard that the virtuous brother also brought back from the human world. The woman in the world, willing to return with Brother Lan Xian, must have been in love with each other for a long time. Do you also choose an auspicious day to officially marry your crush back home? ”

Still smiling and muttering: "Now that I have returned to the Demon Clan for the first time, I am not familiar with everything, and I am really too busy to take care of myself, so I don't think so much about it for the time being. ”

"Yes, yes, good things are grinding." Ban Ming quoted the words of the still remark and said with a smile: "I heard that my younger brother and sister are a heroine among women, and a dragon and phoenix among people, on the day I get married, Brother Lan Xian will bring my younger brother and sister to my Banfu as guests!" ”

"Definitely, definitely." Still raised his eyes, seeing the sincerity of what Ban Ming said, and there was no intention of dealing with it politely, his heart was even more touched, and he responded again and again.

……

Here he still talks with Ban Ming about drinking tea, and Mingsa over there is also not at ease in the Blue Mansion. After hesitating for a while, she still decided to go to the Heavenly Selection Garden to find the old man who might be the owner.

The Heavenly Choice Garden, like the Xuanji Pavilion, is the strongest and most perfect building of the Demon Clan. In addition to the incomparable nature of the Demon Palace, these two buildings have never been destroyed by natural disasters.

Therefore, the tidying up of the Tianxuan Garden has long been completed. Yi Ren, the owner of the garden, laid out the paper early and sat in the corner, quietly pondering.

After the natural disaster, almost no one came to Tianxuan Garden today, and it was completely quiet. Even the wind blows the leaves, and the sound of a leaf falling to the ground is amplified several times, and it sounds very desolate.

Yesterday, when the girl left on earth, she smiled and said that she would come here again. Yi Ren knew that what she said was true, and he could feel the sincerity in her eyes.

Besides, as a person who has returned from the world, she must be full of curiosity about herself, otherwise she would not deliberately approach herself with the reason of helping to write letters.

Yi Renmu is rigid, but his brain is not dull, and he naturally understands these things. If it weren't for that, how could the national teacher dare to appoint him in such a confidential place as the Heavenly Chosen Garden?

Just when Yi Ren was in a daze, he half-bowed his head, and on the bluestone as far as his sight could see, the skirt of a misty silk robe appeared, and a pair of five-colored silk thread boots.

The woman's feet stood some distance from her, and she stopped.

And sure enough, she came! Yi Ren, the owner of the garden, suddenly raised his head, only to see that the woman in the world was standing a dozen steps away with a smile, looking at him.

"Sure enough, I kept my promise." Yi Ren said.

"Yes, not only did I keep my promise, but I was afraid that you would be able to wait, so I came to you without delay." Minsa replied.

Yi Ren moved the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, but he didn't see a smile. This girl's temperament is hearty and not boring.

"May I sit in your corner today?" Mingsa asked knowingly and quipped.

Yi Ren nodded solemnly, he has something to say, he doesn't have much to say, he doesn't know how to ridicule people with words. He seemed to be sincerely seeking advice from Mingsa, and his expression became respectful, not at all like the attitude of an elder to a junior.

This old man is really a reasonable man, Mingsa smiled secretly in his heart, and immediately approached him and sat beside him.

"Have you figured out how to write a letter so that I can impress her?" Yi Ren remembered every word that Mingsa said yesterday, and even the words that Mingsa prevaricated him, he remembered it clearly.

"I've thought about it," Minsa shook his head with a smug look, "You can rest assured." ”

Yi Ren saw her smug look, her expression was a little solemn, and she straightened her expression, and emphasized: "I'm not joking, this letter is very important!" ”

Minsa nodded instantly, explaining, "It's important, I didn't say I was joking. But I thought in my heart, it's really helpless, this old man talks about death, and if you joke with him, it's a lot of things.

"And how do I write it?" Yi Ren stared at Minsa's eyes, and saw that she was indeed calm, so he asked.

"First and foremost, there is no name for her in your letter. If you don't have a title, you don't have a sense of intimacy, this is not good, you have to change it," Minsa stared at Yi Ren's eyes, paused and asked again: "So, what is her name, or what is your affectionate name for her, you can write the title first." ”

The garden owner, Yi Ren, frowned, as if he was hesitating about something.

However, after a while, he picked up his pen and wrote solemnly on the blank paper: Feng Ling Yajian. (To be continued.) )