And Zhou Huanchun was not nervous, from the moment she decided to replace Zhou Lingmo to participate in the Sect Conference, she had made all kinds of preparations.

After Zhou Huanchun entered the door, he only saw a small stone carved lion in front of him, and the lion's eyes were inlaid with two dark green turquoise, and behind the lion was an old wooden staircase.

She walked upstairs along the creaking stairs, this staircase is similar to the stairs of the Phantom Sound Building, that is, she can't tell how many floors she has walked to, but compared to the Phantom Sound Building, when Zhou Huanchun hasn't felt tired yet, the stairs are gone.

In front of him, there was a simple lobby, and the person in official uniform sitting in the middle must be Ling Huche, the city lord of Fanyang City.

Next to Ling Hu Che, the person standing was the man who was holding a silk silk outside just now, thinking that it was Ling Hu Che's Master Wen.

"Hello, sir." Zhou Huanchun saluted towards Ling Hu Che.

This city lord of Fanyang City is a typical Beizhi person-looking, with small eyes, a square face and a beard, and a little dark skin.

Zhou Huanchun spread out her palms and put the seal in her hand on Ling Huche's table.

"My lord, this is what the son of Yuezhi asked me to give you."

Ling Huche picked up the seal and glanced at it, and then returned it to Zhou Huanchun.

"This official knows the identity of the young lady." As he spoke, he motioned to the master next to him to hand a piece of silk silk in his hand to Zhou Huanchun.

Zhou Huanchun took the silk with both hands and glanced at the content on the silk, which was printed with a few big characters in red mimeo, "Permission to participate".

After saluting Linghu Che again, Zhou Huanchun turned around and walked downstairs.

"Wait a minute."

As soon as she turned around, Zhou Huanchun heard a woman's voice behind her.

It's the woman in red downstairs.

Zhou Huanchun's first reaction was that she turned around and looked at the woman in red who came out of nowhere behind her, this lobby really looked like there was no other place to hide, which showed that this woman was really unusual.

The woman was still wearing a huge hood, Zhou Huanchun couldn't see her expression clearly, but felt that she had a smile on her face.

"You wait." The woman saw that Zhou Huanchun hesitated for a moment before stopping, and couldn't help but say again.

"Why did you get out?" Ling Hu Che saw this woman suddenly appear and stopped Zhou Huanchun, and said with a frown.

"I'll have a word with this girl." The woman's bright red Dan Yan finger pointed at Zhou Huanchun.

Listening to the woman's words, although Ling Hu Che's brows were still furrowed, he didn't say anything anymore.

The woman didn't keep a distance of one zhang from Zhou Huanchun like just now, but walked closer and closer, and walked to a place just one foot away from Zhou Huanchun, Zhou Huanchun could almost see her face under the mask, and then stopped.

"What are you doing here to get involved in this kind of thing?" Her hand suddenly caressed Zhou Huanchun's face.

Zhou Huanchun instinctively stepped back, but the woman's pace was much faster than her, the cold hand gently touched Zhou Huanchun's face, the woman's fingers were very soft, although cold, but not as sickly as Zhou Lingmo.

Although the woman's fingernails were painted with bright red danzi, the nails were not long, Zhou Huanchun was a little in a trance for a moment, but quickly came back to her senses.

"It's my private business." She gently opened the woman's hand.

"Farewell." After that, Zhou Huanchun walked down the stairs.

The woman in red didn't follow, she looked at Zhou Huanchun like this, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a touch.

Zhou Huanchun pretended to be calm on her face, but in fact, her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and she ran downstairs in a hurry as if she wanted to run for her life, until she saw the blue-eyed lion in the lobby.

Why are you nervous?

Zhou Huanchun stood next to the little lion and rubbed her face with her hands, her face was hot.

Who is that woman, Zhou Huanchun has almost gone through all the people she has seen since she came to this world, and she is sure that she has never seen this woman.

Could it be Zhou Huanchun's old man?

Zhou Huanchun shook her head, tidied up the hem of her clothes, and walked out of the door with the silk in her hand.

There were still many people waiting outside the door to sign up, and when Zhou Huanchun came out, the next person immediately walked into the nameless building.

walked to her carriage expressionlessly, Zhou Huanchun sat on it, and her heart was still frightened.

Yingluo and Yuezhi both stood on the side of the carriage, just glanced at the silk silk in Zhou Huanchun's hand, and Yuezhi said: "Let's go, there are many people here, since you have already signed up, let's go back to the inn first." ”

As he spoke, the two glanced at each other, and roughly guessed what Zhou Huanchun's emotions were.

Inside the nameless building.

The woman in red looked at the back of Zhou Huanchun hurriedly going downstairs, and her beautiful eyes hidden under the hood showed a hint of hesitation.

"Who is she?" Ling Hu Che asked in a low voice.

The woman in red turned and walked to Ling Huche's side, the hem of her skirt showing a deep red color because the snow had not yet dried.

"Someone I know." She replied lightly.

"She's the man of a thousand faces." Ling Hu Che looked at the hooded woman in front of him, his face expressionless.

The woman in red didn't react when she heard Ling Huche's words, her fingers lightly tapped the red ink on the table, and looked into the distance.

"It doesn't matter who she is."

She looked down at Ling Hu Che's face again, the breeze from the window blew open the corner of her veil, and her bright red pupils looked at Ling Hu Che, and Ling Hu Che was unconsciously leaned back by these eyes.

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs, and another contestant went upstairs.

The woman flew and disappeared from the roof.

Ling Hu Che tugged at his collar and secretly gasped.

Zhou Huanchun didn't go back to the inn directly, she wanted to go and see the venue of the game.

"This year's competition is winter, and it happens to be snowing, so the venue may change a little due to the weather." After hearing Zhou Huanchun's request, Yue Zhi took the lead in speaking.

Zhou Huanchun was hmming, but she was still thinking about the woman just now, she had no intention of going back to the inn and waiting, tomorrow was the day of the competition, and she couldn't slack off.

Yuezhi drove the carriage, Yingluo sat next to Zhou Huanchun, and the three of them had their own thoughts.

Phantom Building.

Su Wuchen looked at Zhou Lingmo, whose hair had gradually turned back to black in front of him, and took out a small bottle and handed it to Zhou Lingmo.

"Smell it."

Zhou Lingmo took the small bottle, didn't ask what was in the bottle, just put it directly under his nose, and then the next moment, he was so stinky that his whole face wrinkled.

"What is this?" He almost threw the bottle away.

"Twenty years of gas from the fermentation of Yueyang petals." Su Wuchen snatched the small bottle from his hand.

"Stinky? Don't smell it! ”

Zhou Lingmo only eased up at this time.

"It really stinks."

He fanned his face with his hand in disgust, and then looked at Su Wuchen, who carefully put the bottle in his arms.

"There's a message from over there." Su Wuchen looked at the palm of his hand, and there was a small rolled up note lying in the palm of his hand.

Zhou Lingmo looked at the little note.

"Today is the day to register for the ordination conference." He reached out and took the small note and gently unfolded it.

On the small note is Zhou Huanchun's handwriting.

"Everything's fine."

Her word...... It's really ugly. ”

Zhou Lingmo disliked Zhou Huanchun's words for being too ugly, and carefully put the note in his arms.

"Things went well today." He said to Su Wuchen.

Su Wuchen looked at Zhou Lingmo holding the small note with a stingy look, and snorted in his nose.

"A note is so precious?"

"Alas...... You! "Su Wuchen threw a few pills to Zhou Lingmo in a weird way." I just practiced it today, so you can eat it quickly. With that, he turned to go downstairs.

"You wait." Su Wuchen was stopped for the first time, and Zhou Lingmo's complexion was slightly soothed.

"What's wrong?" Su Wuchen looked at Zhou Lingmo in front of him, because he had just passed the most difficult days, Zhou Lingmo's face was not good, although it was a big change compared to the fragile appearance of those days, but the whole person's face was still blue, and Su Wuchen could even see a few looming cyan veins under his eyes.

However, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Bring me a piece of ink, and your letterhead." Zhou Lingmo said.

"Don't you have ink?" Su Wuchen pointed to the good ink on the table at the corner of the table. "You have the paper, too."

"I want your kind, with gold dust on it, and ink on it...... Rose flavored. Zhou Lingmo said with some twists.

“……“

Su Wuchen's face was full of black lines, when did Zhou Lingmo know that he had these things?

But looking at Zhou Ling Moqing's face again, looking at himself expectantly, Su Wuchen sighed softly.

"I've never seen you like this, whether you're the Thousand-Faced Boy or the Xuantian Killing God of the Xuantian Sect." His tone did not carry the usual banter, but was extraordinarily serious.

Zhou Lingmo heard the meaning in Su Wuchen's tone.

He slowly lowered his head.

"I know, but sometimes I can't help myself."

"If you do this, you will ruin yourself in the end, and you will not be able to keep her." Su Wuchen looked at Zhou Lingmo, who lowered his head, and said coldly.

After speaking, he turned around and went downstairs, but within a while, Zhou Lingmo already had the things he asked Su Wuchen for in front of him.

"Am I going too far?" Zhou Lingmo looked at the ink and paper in front of him, and just gently touched the scented ink with his fingers, and his fingertips were dyed a trace of black.

"Am I going too far?"

On the pale yellow letterhead in front of me, small pink petals are printed.

Zhou Lingmo's fingertips stroked the small petals that were slightly raised on the letterhead.

"I shouldn't be like this." He turned sideways and took out the paper he usually used to write letters, took an ordinary brush, dipped it in the most ordinary ink, and gently wrote a few words on the paper.

"That's good." Su Wuchen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhou Huanchun received this letter, it was the middle of the night, and someone suddenly knocked on her window.

The last time someone knocked on their window, it was the previous Yuezhi.

Zhou Huanchun sat up from the bed all of a sudden, walked directly to the window and opened the window.

Outside the window, there was a face she had never seen before.

Zhou Huanchun clenched the silk in her hand for a moment.

At this moment, she saw the big word "phantom" on the man's chest, and the hand holding the satin instantly relaxed.

"You're from the Phantom Building?" Outside the window, he pointed to the whistle that Zhou Huanchun wore around his neck.

"Yes." The man replied.

Zhou Huanchun followed his fingers. looked at Su Wuchen's earrings that he wore on his chest.

"You're the Phantom Sound Guard?"

"Yes."

Why did Zhou Huanchun listen to this "yes", a little aggrieved?

Although this phantom secret guard was aggrieved, he was still very responsible, and he took out the letter paper that Zhou Lingmo gave to Zhou Huanchun from the small bag on his waist.

"For you." The secret guard did not call Zhou Huanchun "uncle", because although he knew that he was here to deliver a letter to "uncle", but the person in front of him had long hair, bangs combed into a woman's style, eyebrows were meticulously repaired, and his body was thin and small, no matter how he looked like a man, he simply chose not to say it.

Xiao Jiujiu, who didn't notice the secret guard, Zhou Huanchun eagerly looked at the letter paper in his hand, looked at the beautiful three words on it, and couldn't help laughing.

His handwriting is still the same as before.

Seeing his words, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.