In the past few days, Qingyang has stayed in Zhushan, talking about poetry and Taoism with Cangli.

Under the osmanthus tree, the three of them sat and tasted tea, and the osmanthus fell from time to time, occasionally resting on the Qingyang clothes.

Lunshang put down the teacup and sighed, "A few days ago, there were rumors in the heavenly realm that Changrong was going to ascend the throne and become emperor, but I don't know if it's true or not. ”

Cangli twisted a piece of cake, put down the cake, and took a sip of tea, "Whether it's true or not, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you and me?" ”

"It's a big deal!" Lunshang unfolded his fan and said, "If Changrong is the emperor, where is the Western Emperor." ”

Cangli nodded and said, "That's right, Changrong, as the emperor of the Western Emperor, now wants to usurp the Western Emperor and claim the emperor, and wants to come to this wilderness, and there are already a lot of discussions." ”

Although Lun Shang has not been here for a long time, there are also some qualified immortals in this heavenly realm, and this matter has also spread through ups and downs, and naturally it has also reached his ears.

Lun Shang caught a glimpse of Qingyang looking at the bamboo slip seriously, as if he hadn't heard it, and his voice couldn't help but mention, "It seems that if Changrong wants to be justified, he will have to use some means." ”

Finally, Qingyang moved when he heard the words, changed his posture, held the bamboo slip in his hand, and said lazily, "The plan for today is nothing more than three ways, one is to be recognized by the God of War Temple, second, to be recognized by the Emperor Zun Dongli, and third, to let the Western Emperor willingly retreat." Qingyang poured a cup of tea and said, "Carefully consider, he will choose the third and force the palace!" The teacup fell heavily on the desk.

Lun Shang nodded in agreement and said in a deep voice, "It seems that Luan Palace is already under his control, and the day of becoming emperor is just around the corner." ”

"It must have been." Cang Li looked at Qingyang with a faint expression, and asked, "You're not worried?" ”

"Worried?" Qingyang put down the bamboo slip and leaned half-on, "If I can interfere in everything, then it will be fine." This heaven and earth are constantly running day and night, how can there be a reason to manage everything, and besides, it is a matter of the heavenly realm, why should I go through this troubled water. ”

"Emperor Yu Qian is Yu Jin's sister, you really don't want to help?"

Qingyang picked up the bamboo slip and said lightly, "Lunshang said, I am a nosy person, and now I will be an idler and wait and see what happens." It's true that she's Ah Jin's sister, but I also have a reason not to care. ”

"You're really a selfless person." Cangli picked up the pu fan and fanned, "People like you are so tired." ”

"It's really tiring." Qingyang picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip, "As the saying goes, the sky will descend on the ......"

"Big responsibility? What are your big responsibilities? Lun Shang smiled, "I see that you are either drinking tea, or playing around, where do you have any big responsibilities." ”

Cang Li also said with a smile, "Lun Shang, a person like him, don't look at him as if he doesn't care about himself, now the situation in the heavenly realm is all disturbed by him." ”

"Huh?" Lun Shang was surprised, "I only know that he asked me to go to the throne of the Southern Emperor to confront Changrong, and when you say this, it makes me suddenly realize." ”

"So it's better not to mess with this kind of person, there are thousands of ways to deal with you in your head."

Lun Shang nodded in agreement and exclaimed, "That day, a bamboo rat in this bamboo mountain had good bamboo dew, and the tea was the most fragrant and fragrant, and the bamboo rat was unwilling to give it to him." ”

Cang Li thought about it and continued, "Oh, that bamboo rat didn't have diarrhea for a month, and the whole person collapsed." ”

"Do you really think that bamboo rat spirit has diarrhea on its own? In those days, Qingyang made pastries every day, and when he finished it, he went to the back mountain to go around when he had nothing to do, and came back empty. Lun Shang smiled even more.

"Looks like you'd like to try it too." A cool voice rang out.

Lun Shang shuddered and shut up, but his eyes still didn't stop, and the two of them frowned.

"Huh!" Qingyang threw down the bamboo slips, got up and straightened his clothes and said, "I'll go back to the Stygian Mountain, and I'll be back in the evening." ”

Lun Shang stood up and hurriedly said, "You mean, you're not coming back for dinner?" ”

Qingyang turned his head and glanced at him, the meaning was already obvious. "Don't mind, what about the two of us?" Lunshang wailed.

"You two figure it out for yourselves." said and walked out mercilessly.

There was a discussion between Lun Shang and Cang Li.

"Why don't you do it?"

"I won't. Are you trying to set me on fire in the kitchen? The thatched hut was not burned. Cangli looked at the thatched kitchen, which was originally made of bamboo at first, but then he and Lunshang burned the kitchen, and the house had not been built for long.

"Neither will I!"

"Why don't you shoot some beasts or something, your roast is delicious."

Lun Shang snorted lightly, "What to eat, don't eat!" Who is not an immortal anymore, he can die if he doesn't eat! ”

"Yes."

“……。”

Let's say that Qingyang left Zhushan and went straight to Guiming Mountain. Dong Li was lying on a bamboo chair dozing, with a puff fan covering his face, covering his eyes.

Qingyang walked over, took the pu fan, and fanned it. Dong Liang opened his eyes and squinted uncomfortably, and slowed down for a while before he spoke, "Why are you here?" ”

"I said that you are a dignified emperor, and you still have time to sleep here."

Dong Li shook the bamboo chair, facing the sun, and a pot of tea was boiling on the desk, which was quite old-fashioned, "What else can I do now besides sleep?" Life in the world is not easy. Let's do it and cherish it!"

Qingyang took the pu fan, sat on the side and fanned the wind, the wind blew the black hair, and said half-loudly, "I think you are also moving." ”

Dong Li made his hands as pillows and closed his eyes, "What does not move, he will be his emperor, I will be my emperor, and no one will disturb anyone." ”

"Huh? You can see it. In this way," Qingyang smiled, "I really responded to the common saying, what does the burning mountain on the other side have to do with you." ”

"You're really right," Dong Li opened his eyes and sat up, "There is also a sentence in the dust, sweeping the snow in front of the door. I used to be mindful of everything, but then I found out that I was not a saint, and I couldn't do anything, and of course, if I really became that kind of person, I would hate myself like that. ”

"Lord Emperor, your kind of thinking is very dangerous," Qingyang fanned his left hand and poured tea from the teapot, "Every world must come out, isn't it your original intention to establish the God of War Temple?" My first god of war. ”

"This, isn't it, young and frivolous," Dong Li sniffed and said embarrassedly, "Then the young and ignorant people, no, it's coming, take care of it, worry about it, read books, drink tea, fish, my old age is busy, how can I have leisure to care about that file." ”

"I know you won't care." Qingyang firmly covered the fan on Dongli's face.

"Changrong's kind of person, although it's not easy," Dong Li took the fan away, held it in his hand, and said as he fanned, "But I don't like it." For the past glory of the Feng clan, he was successful, and as an emperor, he was unqualified. Dong Liang changed his posture, lay on his side and looked at Qingyang and said, "Although I don't know what he did, he can make the Feng clan rise quickly, and he is also not a simple character, and he can quietly eat away at the power of the Western Emperor under the eyes of the Western Emperor. ”

"You can see it clearly." Qingyang half leaned on, fiddling with the hem of his clothes.

“…… Isn't your words poking at my heart and making me uncomfortable, isn't it, how many people are older than me? How much have I experienced? That kid's means, you can guess it. Everything is in the past, and the experience accumulated at the cost of it. Dong Liang shook his head, and the fan in his hand did not stop.

Qingyang coughed and said seriously, "It's not a few, it's just me." ”

"......" Dong Li slammed the fan on his face, and said in a sullen voice, "I have a good way to stay in the face!!"

"Can you take a look at yourself?" Qingyang saw Zigui who was standing aside for some time and said, "Zigui, you talk about it, your family is a god." ”

Zigui couldn't hold back a smile and arched his hand, "Senior Qingyang, don't talk about Xiaoxian, Xiaoxian doesn't dare to joke with God." ”

"Your family god is really good-looking, with white hair."

Dong Li opened the fan and sat up, "Qingyang, it's strange to say, why can't my white hair be black." Alas......"

"Now that Changrong is the emperor, it is inevitable, don't you make some response?" Qingyang chuckled and looked at Dongli pulling his white hair. Speaking of the origin of this white hair, it was in ancient times, Dong Li fought alone, used his spiritual power, and sealed the demon god Luo Stone summoned by the Demon Venerable, and the spiritual power was exhausted, and the black hair turned into white hair.

"In response to what? Clap your hands and congratulate him? Or tell people from all over the world that I agree with him arrogating the emperor?" Higashi pouted.

"That's right."

"However, there has been a lot of news in the Heavenly Realm about Yan Jin and the demon princess An Zhi recently."

"Oh? Anzhi? But the one in the teahouse?" Qingyang remembered what happened in the teahouse that day, there was such a person, who seemed to be Ah Jin's bosom friend.

"That's right! The news is boiling. The story is the same as the book. ”