"You don't know what to do?" Fu Chengyu glanced at Ling Chuxi in surprise. They thought that Ling Chuxi and Mo Kongyuan were together, and they must know each other's identities. But I didn't expect Ling Chuxi to be completely unaware.

"I only know that he is very powerful, and even Ye Qianhe was slapped by him and his face was full of peach blossoms." Ling Chuxi said with a smile.

"When Ye Qianhe meets him, naturally nothing good will end, he is the guardian of our Southern Xia Kingdom!" Fu Chengyu said.

"Guardian?" Ling Chuxi asked suspiciously. I had never heard of any guardians in the Southern Xia Kingdom before.

"If it weren't for your accident this time, even we wouldn't know that there is such a guardian in the Southern Xia Kingdom." Fu Chengyu explained, "Not only our Southern Xia Kingdom, but also all countries on the mainland have such a guardian behind them, they are strong and have close relationships with the major sects, or they are themselves disciples of the sects. Of course, those who can become the guardian of a country, even in the sect, have an extraordinary status, far from being comparable to an outer disciple like Ye Qianhe. ”

"Since we have such a guardian in the Southern Xia Kingdom, he didn't show up when the big prince was in trouble, and he didn't show up when Ye Qianhe trespassed into the palace?" Ling Chuxi was even more puzzled.

"Guardian Master, in the final analysis, it is actually just a magic code for the major sects to maintain the balance of the countries on the continent, if it is not to the point where the country is ruined and the family is ruined, they will definitely not take it lightly. If it weren't for saving you this time, his father wouldn't dare to come to Mr. Mo easily, and you can see that he doesn't have a good impression of his father. Fu Chengyu said.

No wonder Ye Qianhe was slapped in the face, looking at Mo Kongyuan as if he had seen a ghost, he fled in the wilderness, and Mo Kongyuan was not small in addition to his strength.

Thinking about Ye Qianhe's appearance of being slapped three times in a row, and then fleeing like a lost dog, Ling Chuxi suddenly felt very happily that Ye Qianhe's fate could be written into a book, and the title of the book was: "The Miserable World".

Mo Kongyuan quickly trotted back with tea sets and tea leaves, found a gazebo and began to make tea.

His movements are so smooth that at first glance he doesn't think it's anything, but the more he looks at it, the more pleasing it becomes, and before he knows it, his mind seems to be led into a wonderful alien world.

At this moment, Ling Chuxi could clearly feel the floating clouds in the sky drifting with the wind, if they were separated but they were dependent on each other, they seemed to be ever-changing, but they were ever-changing. Feeling the changes in the clouds, Ling Chuxi subconsciously came up with the trick of turning the clouds, and it felt so natural and smooth, without half a minute of delay.

After all, it is a martial art that has been learned secretly, no matter how Ling Chuxi comprehends and fuses, there will always be a lot of lag and incomprehension, and it will never be easy to use. It was only at this time, in that magical artistic conception, that Ling Chuxi could be regarded as truly mastering this cloud-turning technique, or in other words, she began to truly turn this cloud-turning technique into her own martial arts.

The minds of Ling Yichen and Baili Han were also integrated into Mo Kongyuan's movements, and on Ling Yichen's body, he could clearly feel an open-minded and heroic sky, and Bai Lihan, in that back-to-basics calmness, there was a kind of freedom that let him come and rain.

The lonely pavilion, the small bridge, the fine water, with the faint but refreshing tea fragrance, is so beautiful.