The person who knocked on the door was very particular, not light or heavy, and stopped three times, as if he had studied in a professional school somewhere.

Xie Xiaoman went to open the door, and when he walked into the courtyard, he couldn't help but feel something, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The people outside must have felt her breath, so they sounded three times again, still with the same force and rhythm, and it sounded a little pleasant.

To be able to knock on the door to a pleasant degree, the people outside the door must not be simple.

Xie Xiaoman's mood instantly set off a rapid, and then he thought of something and calmed down.

So she stepped forward, pulled the latch, and saw the hole open.

"Xie Niangzi, it's really annoying, my family Langjun wants to invite you to have tea, I don't know if Xie Niangzi can have this Yaxing."

In front of him was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a beard and a powerful force, and even his voice exuded a strong male atmosphere.

He was wearing a suit of soft armor and a sword at his waist, and he seemed to be a soldier, but he did not have the rigid behavior of a soldier, but simply took the tough bones from it.

And what Xie Xiaoman felt before was the spiritual breath emanating from this person's body, it was obvious that this person was also a cultivator, and his cultivation was at least much more advanced than his own.

Such a person, when he said this, deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the autumn wind, polite and respectful.

However, Xie Xiaoman heard a bit of pride and disdain from the other party's tone.

It's not because of anything else, just because the sentence "I don't know if you can have Yaxing Xie Niangzi" is obviously a question sentence. But he pronounced it a flat tone.

One tone of voice already says a lot. He thought that Xie Xiaoman could not refuse, and he did not dare to refuse.

It's a very interesting thing. So Xie Xiaoman laughed.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

After that, the gesture is about to close.

A big hand naturally blocked the trend of the courtyard door, and the owner of the hand was obviously a little puzzled, and he was not respectful and cold and hard with a sense of distance.

"But, Xie Niangzi, you still don't know who my Langjun is?"

"With someone like you as a subordinate, your family Langjun must be a big man." Xie Xiaoman smiled slightly. "It's just a pity that I, Xie Xiaoman, came from a reckless background and don't know how to deal with big names. Nor do you want to deal with them. ”

So the confusion on the face of the person who came became more and more obvious, he couldn't connect the Xie family of Wuyi Lane with the reckless generation, so for a while, it was a little difficult to digest the meaning of Xie Xiaoman's words.

Could it be that he is satirizing his own Langjun's background is not noble enough? But listen to her. I obviously don't know who Lang Jun is......

"You leave. Or am I sending a guest? Xie Xiaoman spoke again, breaking the contemplation of the comer.

Leaving is active, but sending off guests is passive.

Since entering the Cong Sect, Huang Yixing has never been looked down upon like this, so he was a little annoyed, and there was a little chill in his eyes when he looked at Xie Xiaoman.

But the chill melted away immediately, not because he was good at hiding his emotions, nor because this year's autumn wind was too warm. It was he, Huang Yixing, who remembered the purpose of his coming here. I thought of which little ancestor had arranged this task for me, and thought of what if I couldn't bring Xie Xiaoman over. The outcome is unpredictable......

So Huang Yixing began to sweat.

Cultivating like him, there was a thin layer of sweat on his nose.

"My family Langjun is the boss of Qingfeng Pavilion, and he has been waiting for you for a long time." Huang Yixing put away all the excessive emotions just now, and respectfully slammed Xie Xiaoman to the ground.

Xie Xiaoman was taken aback by this person's 360-degree turn, and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid this courtesy, and then stood aside, thinking to himself the words "Qingfeng Pavilion", why are they so familiar?

After thinking about it, a figure gradually became clear, the person was sitting in a wheelchair, casually giving away the valuable peachwood sword, and also smiled when he took the sword back.

It seems that he also asked the people of Lanyue Tower to go there to buy things to ward off evil spirits......

That boss......

Xie Xiaoman glanced at Huang Yixing again, and his heart was a little blocked. It turned out that the boss was not alone, but also the son of Lang Jun of a big family. can afford to hire such a cultivator as a subordinate, and I don't have to worry about whether the business will make money.

Huang Yixing's heart was a little apprehensive, he couldn't look directly at Xie Xiaoman's face, so he had to borrow the afterglow to look at her face.

"Actually, you said it was him, and I agreed a long time ago, so why bother." Xie Xiaoman shrugged his shoulders, "You wait a minute, I'll come out after telling my family." ”

When Huang Yixing heard this, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and relaxed.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was too nervous. With Lang Jun's status and status, being able to hand over such a girl is an honor for this little lady of the Xie family, and she Xie Xiaoman naturally will not really refuse.

After all, with Lang Jun's identity, how could anyone refuse his request?

Huang Yixing thought like this and laughed with honor.

It is no wonder that although the errand on the second floor of the tea shop is hard, it is indeed important and honorable.

"By the way, what is your family's name? Since you want to be friends, it's not good to keep the boss called. Xie Xiaoman walked out of the door again, looked at a carriage waiting outside, and a black horse tied next to him, and walked directly to the horse.

"You don't even know who my family Langjun is?"

Huang Yixing almost shouted this sentence.

The man with a big waist and a round waist, calm and majestic, suddenly shouted, this kind of change made Xie Xiaoman's hand to touch the horse's neck stunned and paused in the air.

"Uh......" was questioned inexplicably, Xie Xiaoman thought he had done something wrong, "I know he is the boss of Qingfeng Pavilion." ”

Huang Yixing's temples jumped suddenly, looked at Xie Xiaoman's eyes with deep meaning, and said slowly and clearly: "My family Langjun's surname is Chu, and his name is Qingfeng." ”

Chu Qingfeng, this is a name that the entire Central Plains Immortal Cultivation Realm cannot ignore.

Even if the younger generation didn't know those old things, no one didn't know the meaning of Chu Qingfeng's three words, as well as the huge shadow standing behind him.

A shadow indeed.

The old man who has been in charge of the sect for more than 30 years, or rather, the moody single husband, is indeed a figure in the Central Plains Immortal Cultivation Realm that cannot be ignored.

As for Chu Qingfeng, it was the old man's only son.

The only son of a single husband, you can imagine.

Therefore, no matter which faction came out of the monks, or after some casual cultivation that had the opportunity to comprehend the heavens and the earth, they had more or less heard of the taboo about the old Chu family, and once they heard the word "Chu Qingfeng", they couldn't stop their hearts from beating a little.

Huang Yixing's current job is to do messy chores such as guards and errands for such a Chu Qingfeng.

He was nervous, nervous to death.

But at the same time, he was very proud, proud to death.

After all, this is the son of the courtyard guard, so naturally he is the one who has fought for his life and has to protect.

Thinking about the carriage beside him, the tail of the carriage, in a very inconspicuous place, was engraved with the word "Chu" written in a large seal. And himself, although he could not get into that carriage, was only one step away from it.

Just with such a thought, Huang Yixing's blood couldn't help but boil.

Clear.

This is a magical character, not only for him, but for the entire Central Plains, and even for the whole world, it is full of magical Chinese characters.

Therefore, when Huang Yixing said the words "Chu Qingfeng", his voice trembled a little uncontrollably.

"Oh-" Xie Xiaoman seemed to understand something, and he looked suddenly enlightened.

Huang Yixing looked at her expression and became more and more proud. Being invited by his Langjun is really a big face for this little girl. Presumably, after knowing the identity of her husband, she would also burst into tears with excitement.

Huang Yixing thinks so.

But obviously, Xie Xiaoman didn't think so.

"I can't complain about calling Qingfeng Pavilion, it turns out that his name is called Qingfeng!" Xie Xiaoman smiled and admired.

The look of her epiphany just now was not because of the meaning of the three words "Chu Qingfeng", but because she understood the origin of the name of Qingfeng Pavilion!

In this world, how could there be cultivators who didn't know Chu Qingfeng from the sect!

No! That's impossible! No matter what sect or sect comes out, their division commander will definitely tell them the meaning of the word "Chu Qingfeng"! Even if you are a casual cultivator, you must have heard of it from other people!

But this man! This little lady of the Xie family! How could he be so light and light after hearing the three big words "Chu Qingfeng"!

How could he hear these three words, the first thing that came to mind was just the plaque of Qingfeng Pavilion!

Huang Yixing's face darkened, very dark and very dark.

So much so that when Xie Xiaoman looked back at him, he was taken aback.

"Uh, what's wrong with your face? It's about the same color as this black horse's coat, so it can't be that he suddenly went crazy, right? Xie Xiaoman was a little puzzled, but he was the first to say his thoughts, "Is this horse yours?" Can you lend me a ride? I ride a horse, is it okay for you to ride in a carriage? ”

Huang Yixing was immersed in the shock one after another, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

Xie Xiaoman's voice came from the air, but it was like some kind of band that was constantly squeezed and deformed, and it was a little distorted.

So, just subconsciously, he nodded.

"Thank you, thank you! I owe you a favor! Xie Xiaoman was overjoyed, she had never ridden a horse, in this era, horses were so scarce that even Xie Fu couldn't find much, and all the trips were ox carts. Unexpectedly, Chu Qingfeng sent someone to pick him up, but he used a carriage!

This guy is really rich!

Xie Xiaoman thought like this, and only regarded Chu Qingfeng as an ordinary rich man.

Turning over the horse, Xie Xiaoman patted the horse's neck, and the horse snorted, and seemed to be a little comfortable.

"I know the way, one step ahead! You go in a carriage! Thank you! Drive! Xie Xiaoman grabbed the horse's belly and ran out. (To be continued......)