Not long after the Great Elder left, Qing Ding appeared in the conference room, his face tense.

Seeing that Qingding was coming, Zhu Yan shook his head with a wry smile on his face, with an expression that he had done his best.

Qingding will not blame Zhu Wei, whether this matter can be done or not is actually known in his heart, and if he is to deal with the Great Elder, the result will not change much.

But what Qingding didn't expect was that the Great Elder actually thought of Dengfeng from the words he spoke, which was beyond his expectations.

There are many mysteries about the appearance of Zhiyan, and now there is an extra person who doubts the identity of Zhiyan, or a person with real power in the sect, which will undoubtedly make the already uncalm water become muddy.

Qingding felt that it was too difficult, winter was just around the corner, and the Lingchi gathering was about to start, but the problems in the sect had not been solved, and other sects had also received the news that they had insisted on helping the hidden dragon, and had sent messengers to him several times to ask for an explanation, not so much a statement, but a problem with the distribution of hidden dragon treasures.

According to usual, Zhiyan obtained the hidden dragon treasure, that is his fate, and the person in charge of the other sects is not easy to say, when he was encircled and suppressed, he said that the treasure is obtained by those who are destined, but the problem now is that the other sects insist that Zhiyan is a hidden dragon accomplice, so that they have the name to ask for the redistribution of the treasure, as for Zhiyan, for them, if they know each other and hand over the treasure, they can avoid death, but if they don't hand it over, then they can only let him accompany the hidden dragon.

But if it was so easy to compromise with Zhiyan, Qingding would not be so worried, insisting that he could not even care about the elders' house closest to his life, let alone these sects that couldn't be beaten by eight poles.

Alas, there may be another joint crusade of the sects. Qing Ding sighed, thinking of this situation, he was also worried about the strength of the first person in the cultivation world now, internal and external troubles, too tired.

Zhu Yan saw Qing Ding's sad face, he didn't know Qing Ding's troubles after being a junior brother for so many years, for the two of them, the only thing he could count on now was that the Great Elder would not publicize his speculation and add more trouble.

……

"Whew, whew"

Zhiyan touched the roasted sweet potato, blew the hot air, and when the sweet potato was not hot a little, he leaned in and smelled it.

It's so fragrant, insisting on enjoying the sweet potato fragrance with a satisfied face, as if people are about to float.

It's also interesting to say, Zhiyan originally thought that it wouldn't take long for Guan Yeluo to refine the reverse scales, but seeing that there were still two or three hours before the afternoon meal, he decided to help Guan Yeluo stand guard outside the house.

But here's the problem, insisting that he underestimated the time it takes to refine the treasure, and he stayed until seven o'clock in the evening, and he could hear the lively sound in the square in the distance.

But this is not the most deadly, insisting that he actually smelled the aroma of food wafting from the back kitchen in the courtyard, not to mention how tempting the ingredients infused with spiritual power were.

Zhiyan didn't eat lunch and hurried over, thinking that he should be able to leave after dinner, but now it's good, people can't leave, and they have to starve.

People are iron rice and steel, and they can't stand it anymore, so they remembered that they still had some mortal food bought in the mountain market in their space rings, and they picked on the space rings for a long time, and finally took out the food suitable for this environment, sweet potatoes.

Zhiyan is a man of action, he will do whatever he thinks, since he wants to eat sweet potatoes, it is naturally roasted, so he is not afraid that Guan Yeluo will be unhappy, he broke a few branches of trees in the courtyard, took out the fire box he bought, and burned the fire in front of Guan Yeluo's retreat to roast sweet potatoes.

Such a poetic and beautiful plum blossom courtyard in the snow has this extremely discordant picture, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man is drooling, staring at the roasted sweet potato in his hand, quickly peeling the sweet potato, revealing the fragrant potato flesh inside.

Just after Zhiyan peeled the skin, his eyes were satisfied and he was ready to take a big bite of the delicious sweet potato, the door behind him suddenly opened inward, and then there was the next scene, Zhiyan held the sweet potato held in the air in the air to be sent to his mouth with both hands, tilted his head back with an embarrassed face, and said with a stiff smile to Guan Yeluo, whose temperament has become more perfect after refining: "That, do you want to take a bite." ”

Guan Yeluo kicked sideways on the chair of Zhiyan, Zhiyan was originally leaning back, the center of gravity was unstable, the chair had no friction obstruction, and flew directly outward, Zhiyan had no support on his buttocks, and he fell hard, and the sweet potato in his hand was not stable, and he threw it upwards casually, so that Guan Yeluo caught it.

Looking at the insistence that kept shouting pain while rubbing his ass frantically, Guan Yeluo whispered that he deserved it, but when he said it, the corners of his mouth were smiling.

Guan Yeluo didn't care about the words, and focused on the sweet potato in her hand, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise, this was the first time she had seen this kind of food, the aroma was overflowing, and she couldn't resist the temptation, Guan Yeluo handed the sweet potato to her mouth, and when she bit it, an indescribable taste instantly stimulated her brain from the taste buds, making her eyes full of satisfaction, and the next moment, she also put down her reserved eating appearance and began to enjoy the deliciousness of this sweet potato.

Zhiyan stood up, bent over, put his hands on his injured buttocks, looked at Guan Yeluo, who was enjoying the deliciousness, as if he had suddenly forgotten the pain, and said to Guan Yeluo with a look of invitation: "It's like this, isn't it delicious, if you like it, I still have it here." ”

Guan Yeluo gave Zhiyan a roll of his eyes, but she didn't refute his words, she agreed with Zhiyan's words, this seems to be earthy and delicious.

Seeing that Guan Yeluo didn't care about himself, he didn't care, so he picked up the stool, took out a soft cushion from the space ring, put it under his buttocks, and then roasted a new sweet potato at the branch that had not been burned.

A sweet potato, Guan Yeluo quickly finished eating, so that she felt dissatisfied, just when she was still unfinished, a familiar fragrance wafted into her nostrils, and she followed the fragrance to see the persistence that sat in the yard at some point and the earthy thing that was roasting under his hands.

Most girls love to eat, whether they are cultivating or not, sometimes women who practice love to eat even more, after all, the path of cultivation is very boring, and there are few things that can be entertained in the Qingshan Palace, so there are only a few pleasures left to eat food.

Guan Yeluo leaned over to Zhiyan and watched intently at the operation of Zhiyan's baked sweet potatoes.

Zhiyan noticed Guan Yeluo beside him, thinking that she was about to lose her temper again, and was about to stand up, so as not to suffer again, but saw that Guan Yeluo's attention seemed to be on his sweet potato, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"Do you want to eat it?" He asked cheaply.

Guan Yeluo snorted and didn't reply, but his eyes were still on the sweet potato.

With such an obvious behavior, Guan Yeluo's thoughts were determined after a few words, and then a tempting voice like a demon's whisper: "If you want to eat, no problem, as long as you do me a favor, these are all yours." ”