Ah Qian didn't say the rest of the words, the two packed up their things, tidied up and left together.

Outside Qingzhang Hall was calm again.

Before dawn on the fourth day, they went to their lives.

After three days of waiting, the two of them had already dissipated some pity for Ji Li, and all that was left was the joy of completing the task.

They can't care what others do, besides, the three days of guarding Qingzhangtang, the remuneration given by the boss is quite high, but the only requirement is that the two of them must not disclose things about Qingzhangtang, and they can't mention anyone they have seen.

The two of them soon arrived at Yun Ling's residence.

Different from Wen Yao's bamboo forest wooden house, Yun Ling's residence is a small palace, and the layout looks elegant and atmospheric.

It was late at night, and there were still many maids walking around inside and outside Yun Ling's residence.

Ah Ying and Ah Qian familiarly found the maid and took them to the head of the temple, and finally received their own payment and left.

The manager surnamed Zhang was the most loyal, and soon reported the matter to Yun Ling in the form of a paper crane.

At that time, Yun Ling was cultivating in his room.

Most of the monks do not sleep, and instead of sleep, they use pranayama instead.

The hour was not early, and when the messenger paper crane flew to the window of Yunling and stopped, if it was her before, she would definitely not accept it, but this time, she seemed to have a feeling in her heart, and withdrew from the cultivation state in advance.

Unlike the delicate and lovely people in front of outsiders, Yun Ling was expressionless when he was alone, and his majesty loomed.

With a gesture of her hand, the messenger crane flew in and landed in her small, white palm.

A glimmer of light flashed, and the voice of the Grand Administrator rang out.

After listening to the chief manager's advice, Yun Ling was silent for a long time, and suddenly showed a coquettish smile.

"For so many years, the two sisters Ah Ying and Ah Qian have been conscientious and never said anything outside," Yun Ling stretched out his jade like an onion root and pointed at his melon seed face, and his mouth bent, "It's just that this time is different from the past, as a senior sister, I have to prepare a big gift for them." ”

Yun Ling finished talking to himself, and the paper crane in his hand turned into powder.

She got up from the futon and walked to the side of the desk, took the pen and ink, and wrote two words on the embroidered paper as light as a cicada's wings.

The moonlight is excellent tonight, and even if you don't light the lights, you can still distinguish the words through the moonlight.

She wrote a "Ying" and a "Qian" character.

Yun Ling's writing is like her person, and the font is a very smart and beautiful hairpin, which shows her skills.

After staring at these two words for a long time, Yun Ling's face showed a smile again, but the smile still did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

As soon as she raised her hand, the poor embroidered paper turned into a dust, like the previous messenger paper crane.

After doing all this, Yun Ling was in a much better mood, and he didn't cultivate anymore, but sat in front of the desk and lit the lamp and candle.

Pulling out a new piece of embroidered paper, Yun Ling gently wrote the word "neon" on it.

"It won't be long before the Xianmen Dabi, before that, my good senior sister, you must rush back, otherwise I won't be able to watch a good show."

……

Xuanqing Peak Qingfeng Pavilion.

After Yun Ling learned the news of the chief manager, he mentioned the matter after greeting Wen Yao the next day.

Wen Yao and her disciples did not live in the same place, so her disciples would come to greet her every morning.

Normally, Yun Hui, as the little supervisor of Xuanqing Peak, would arrange everything on the peak according to Wen Yao's orders after asking for peace.

Yun Ni was not there, only Yun Ling stayed to talk to Wen Yao.