With the departure of Feng Yun, the matter of the Nine Songs Immortal Realm seems to have come to an end for the time being.

Even Yan Siming felt that this matter was too smooth, and the appearance of the red phosphorus completely got rid of the suspicion of Le Zheng Xianmen, and almost didn't make him bother to speak.

Besides, this red phosphorus is different from others, she has a different relationship with Xianzun, and she came prepared, so she didn't give Yan Siming much chance to act at all.

Yan Siming felt that this was all luck, and the great luck belonging to the young master had come.

In this way, the rumor that the young master is estranged from the fairy world has been broken, and Yan Siming has obviously felt in the past two days: The sense of identity of the immortal clans in the immortal gate for the young master is getting stronger and stronger, and that kind of respect is not only on the surface, but from the heart.

Yan Siming felt that this had something to do with the young master's one move to break the immortal ridge of the red phosphorus in the prison.

The power of the Immortal Ridge can be sensed even by those Immortal Sect elders who have not rushed to see it with their own eyes, and even Zelu Shangxian has no way, but their young master has broken it with one palm. This shows that in the past three hundred years, the gain of the young master's skill is simply immeasurable, even if he has been cultivating for three hundred Chinese New Year's Eve day and day, I am afraid that he will not be able to achieve such progress.

Yan Siming felt that his young master was too low-key, and this kind of strength was enough to show his ambitions in Xianmen, and the great revival of their Lezheng Xianmen was just around the corner. If their young master is a little more diligent, there is one in the immortal sect that can match.

If Yan Siming remembers correctly, their young master is only afraid that he has not cultivated for half a month, how can this be related to diligence.

Yan Siming couldn't help but want to shake his head when he thought of what his own young master would do at this moment.

A good seedling of practice, a terrifying talent whose talent can almost match that of Jingxing Immortal Venerable in the Nine Qu Immortal Realm, has been wasted like this.

Otherwise......

Ay......

What is Le Zhengwei doing at this time?

In this short period of peace, there is no need to go to the council hall every day to discuss matters, and Yan Siming will not bother him all day long, Le Zheng Youwei felt for the first time that it was not bad to stay in this Le Zheng Xianmen.

And......

The young man's face was slightly red, and the young man who was just beginning to fall in love was a little impulsive, and this impulse was accompanied by the first nervousness and uneasiness.

But Yan Siming is right, the wedding ceremony must be held, and Xiyin cannot be wronged.

Le Zheng has no opinion, although he doesn't quite understand the sense of security in Yan Siming's mouth, Miss Chu is a woman, and having a skin-to-skin kiss after marriage is the greatest respect for Miss Chu. However, for the sake of Yan Siming solving his biggest doubts, Le Zheng felt that he could trust Yan Siming.

Yan Siming also said that if he didn't play well for the first time, he would leave a very bad impression on Shein, so he still needed to adapt and learn slowly.

If you don't try, you won't try, as long as it doesn't hinder Xiyin in his sight, even if it's just frowning slightly, looking at a history of Xianmen, even if it's just standing up and drinking saliva, for Le Zhengyouwei, this kind of day is fulfilling.

As soon as Yan Siming stepped in, he saw that his young master's eyes were gentle and pure, and there seemed to be light in his eyes, but this light was extremely narrow, and it was only limited to the figure of Neichu Xiyin.

Yan Siming felt that he was very willing, he patiently explained over and over again, to control, to control, it is best to distract attention, and the best way to distract attention is to deal with a few affairs of Lezheng Xianmen, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds.

But what about the young master, I'd rather sit here stupidly and do nothing, young master, talent is talent, even if you are extremely talented, you can't afford to waste time like this.

"Something?" Before Yan Siming's feet stepped in, he received a warning from his young master, and from the first word, it was full of rejection, rejecting his appearance. Where is there still light in that eye, only impatience.

"Young master, we found a mortal outside the prison, I'm afraid we know him." Yan Siming said very carefully.

Chu Xiyin raised her head suspiciously, indeed, the word mortal successfully attracted her.

"Liar, Xianmen doesn't know anyone from me or Xiyin." Le Zheng didn't raise his head slightly, who he was, did it have anything to do with him? If there is a relationship, Shein is right in front of him, so there is no one who has much to do with him.

"Who is it?" Chu Xiyin ignored Le Zheng's words and asked.

"This woman said that she was a student at SD University and was forcibly brought here by Bi Fang."

"What is Bi Fang bringing a mortal for?" Chu Xiyin began to wonder what the people in the Lost Mountain Imperial Pond were going to do.

Qingji said that they did not go to the Jiuqu Immortal Realm to help her avenge, but for more important things.

"Go check it out—"

When the young man heard that he was reluctant, his eyes immediately shot to Yan Siming.

Yan Siming sweated.

"Young master, it's a woman, maybe I can investigate and deal with some things from her." 颜司明立刻说道。

"Youwei, go together?" Chu Xiyin didn't give the young man a chance to answer, and stretched out his hand to pull forward.

"Shein, we don't know them well." Le Zheng opened his mouth slightly, he just didn't want to speak, it didn't mean that he didn't use his brain, even if he didn't understand his brain, he just disdained to use his brain.

It is already very strange for a mortal to be able to reach their immortal gate, and it is related to the Bi Fang of the Lost Mountain Imperial Pool, what good can there be.

"It's okay to take a look, what Elder Yan Si said is reasonable."

"Oh well—"

Yan Siming breathed a sigh of relief, look, with Miss Chu here, the young master is not so difficult to handle.

There must be some inside story about this.

Yan Siming followed Le Zhengwei out of the door, and saw another proud protégé of his own, who was sneaky and sneaky, obviously waiting for him anxiously.

Yan Siming beckoned, stepped forward as soon as he went, and reported the whereabouts of the Zongzheng Immortal Clan in the past few days, just one word: None.

Yan Siming frowned and looked over: Did you kid not watch at all because of the laziness that came to you?

"Elder, do you feel that Elder Zongzheng has been too calm these days?" I have some brains when I go, besides, this is the most important task given to him by the master, how can I not pay attention to it. However, the strange thing is that except for the last time he secretly met the Fengyun Immortal Servant, the performance of this Zhengxian clan made him a little incomprehensible.

At first, there was a little fight, and I was going to get something, but in the past two days, it seems that I suddenly pressed the stop button, except for a few elders of the immortal clan, the patriarch Fengyue Shijiu and tea, everything else is not cared for.

It's weird.

"Why, you mean to make a fuss, and you think it's normal?" Yan Siming didn't have time to analyze here, the young master's coercion suppressed their ill intentions, this can't be fully explained?

"What does the elder mean? No more staring? "I was stunned, and I didn't understand what I meant by an elder.

"Don't stare? Why do you have anything else important? Yan Si understood the past, how could he teach such two apprentices, one is dead-eyed and the other is heartless.

Seeing that the young master had already gone away, Yan Siming hurriedly followed.