Chapter 3 To pick up the young master?

Inside the Hall of Hualu.

Fengshen held Fengxue in front of Mrs. Bai's bed for a whole day. The morning light is faint, but today's sun always makes people feel a chill. Madame Bai slowly opened her eyes, but her eyes were still teary.

"Madame, you're finally awake!"

"Fengshen, is our frost safe to Tanyun Mountain? I'm a little stunned. "Madame White was obviously a little nervous.

"It's okay, I'm here!" The wind god held Madame Bai in his arms and patted her on the shoulder gently, in fact, the wind god's heart was bottomless, and there was no news from the spirit clan for a day. It stands to reason that at this time, it is time for Frost to go to the Spirit Clan, why is there no news yet?

Suddenly, the wind god cried loudly, no matter how coaxed it was, Madame Bai was a little panicked, they are all twins who can sense each other, could it be that something happened to Shuang'er?

The wind god hugged Fengxue to Madame Bai, "Madame, don't worry, Shuang'er is fine." In fact, Fengshen's heart was quite uneasy when he said this, and he was just comforting Madame Bai.

Fengshen gently closed the door and walked out of the Hualu Temple.

"Patriarch!" Feng Ying hurried over, "Elder Qingyuan of the Spirit Clan is here, and he has arranged to wait in Ning Feng Hall!" "

Fengshen was a little surprised for a moment, what? Elder Qing Shui of the Spirit Clan has just left with his front foot, why did this Qingyuan Elder come with his back foot?

"Oh, I don't know that Elder Qingyuan has come all the way to come, and he has missed the distance! Hurry up and serve tea to Elder Qingyuan!" The wind god is in charge.

Elder Qingyuan said, "Brother Feng said this, it's too polite! We have been friends of the Lingfeng clan for generations, so why do we need to hold on to this polite etiquette!"

Qing Yuan is a well-known merry elder of the Spirit Clan, if it weren't for the fact that he was the beloved disciple of the late head of the Tan Ling Sect, and he was protected by his senior brother, Elder Qingwu, I am afraid that he would not be able to sit firmly in the position of this elder for a long time.

Fengshen sat still, feeling a little stuffy in his chest, and frowned slightly. Elder Qingyuan took a sip of tea and spoke first.

"Brother Feng, why didn't you see Young Master Ling after looking around?" Qing Yuan looked around, except for a few waiters, there was no shadow of the young master at all. Could it be that the patriarch of the Wind Clan has temporarily changed his hexagram?

"Elder Qingyuan wants to see the dog girl, Xue'er is asleep in her mother's arms." Fengshen was a little puzzled, why did this Qingyuan elder who had always been a carefree immortal suddenly meet Xue'er?

Qing Yuan scolded the wind god thousands of times in his heart. This patriarch is really troublesome, didn't he use the ruler to ask the patriarch of the Ling clan to take in his daughter, why did he make it seem like he insisted on coming to see her? Come on, he's busy!

"Brother Feng, then I'll wait for the young master to wake up and then take her away?"

Fengshen was suddenly startled and took Xue'er away? Why did he get more and more confused the more he listened? "Why did Elder Qingyuan say this?"

Qing Yuan wanted to shoot the case at that time, but after thinking about it, if this thing was not done, it was estimated that the senior brother would whip himself hard. "Didn't Brother Feng write to me to ask the spirit clan to take care of the young master Ling? Is it reluctant? I understand this, if I am really reluctant, I hope that Brother Feng will inform Senior Brother by letter, otherwise I will not be able to explain it when I go back!" Qing Yuantian is not afraid of the ground, he is afraid that his senior brother will block him. The girl of Baihualou is still waiting for him, he can't be grounded.

Fengshen was startled, didn't Qing Shui take Shuang'er away? Why did Qingyuan still pick up the child?

"Elder Qingyuan, I remember that I asked the Spirit Clan to come to pick up Shuang'er yesterday?" The wind god asked tentatively, what kind of reputation is this spirit clan doing?

Yesterday, how could Qing Yuan give up a great opportunity to go down the mountain, of course, he went to Baihualou to wander. But the senior brother didn't mention any appointment time to him? Isn't this wind god a clear waste of his time? That's enough time for him to listen to a song.

"Brother Feng, I'm really sorry, I contracted the wind chill yesterday, I'm afraid of infecting the young master."

Fengshen was a little panicked, "But Elder Qing Shui ......"

"Senior Brother Shimizu? His old injuries recurred, and he died last month. Qing Yuan's tone was flat, why did this wind god suddenly mention Senior Brother Qing Shui?

"What?!" Fengshen slapped the case, "You said that Qing Shui died?! But he just picked up my frost yesterday!"

Countless surprised faces.

Madame Bai happened to walk in from the door, and happened to hear their conversation, and her legs went limp, and she fainted. "Madame!!" The maid panicked. The wind god carried the white lady into the Hualu Palace. "Find a miracle doctor and take care of Madame!" There was a bit of sadness in the wind god's voice.

All the elders rushed to Ning Feng Hall, and Feng Lei took a sip of tea before slowly going to Ning Feng Hall, chaotic, the most to his liking.

Inside Ningfeng Hall.

The elders were talking nonsense, and Qing Yuan had already released Qi Su to tell Qing Wu the news. When the wind god walked in, everyone quieted down a little.

"Does the patriarch have a solution?" Feng Lei pretended to be anxious and asked.

"I've already sent Wind Eagle to go, I hope the elders can use a batch of eyeliner to help me find Frost."

"No matter what the young master of Wind and Frost says, we are all from the Wind Clan. We will do everything we can to help. The elders clasped their fists and said firmly.