The secret struggle is the most terrifying battlefield without gunpowder, which seems to be calm and waveless, but every word at the time of confrontation must be accurate.

Sometimes a tone of voice or a title can turn into a terrible loophole.

Gu Wuchen has an awe-inspiring temperament, and although he is affectionately called 'Uncle Cheng' verbally, he has never been ambiguous about what should be profitable.

The conversation between the two looked like it was aimed at Cheng Yuanwen alone, but the actual object they wanted to convey was everyone in the hall.

Or a verbal kind word:

"Uncle Cheng wants to hear it, then I'll tell me my plan.

This immortal cultivation treasure book is a gift from the immortal envoy, so it is up to me whether to pass it on to the outside world or not. ”

At this point, he deliberately shook the immortal cultivation book in his hand, and then continued:

"The Treasure Book of Cultivating Immortals originally belonged to me, but I didn't want to enjoy this method of cultivating immortals alone, so I had the act of opening the altar to preach.

But

No matter how open-minded I am, I won't be so open-minded that I give it away in vain, and I am a layman who is not greedy for treasures, so it is no exception.

The first time I opened the altar to preach, I made it very clear that if I wanted to know the method of cultivating immortals, I would exchange what I could see for this qualification to hear the sermon.

I also set a time for preaching before, once a quarter, to explain two cultivation levels at a time.

Uncle Cheng, my nephew wants to say sorry to you, although my nephew wants to tell you all the secrets of cultivating immortals, but doesn't this make other monarchs feel unfair.

So, I'm afraid this backdoor nephew won't be able to open it for you, since I decided to teach the method of cultivating immortals, then I will definitely treat everyone equally, so it's fair.

What questions does Uncle Cheng have for his nephew now?

As long as it is not about everyone's interests, my nephew will definitely give it to me. ”

Gu Wangchen's words are no worse than Cheng Yuanwen's.

Cheng Yuanwen once again saw the horror of the afterlife, originally to round today's banquet, although he was put on the table by Gu Wangchen's words, but this matter should not be entangled more.

The night is sinking, it's time to end.

Don't care about the deliberate words in the lonely words, the cozy attitude is the first to start, when the battle of tongues has really won or lost.

Take a step back to make each other more relaxed, and continue to dress up with coquettish words, after all, the sudden change of appearance before leaving will only make what you said more false:

"Orphan brother, virtuous nephew, let's end today's banquet, tomorrow I will leave to return to Nanqi, let my tired body recuperate tonight.

Nephew, don't forget to inform Uncle Cheng in advance the next time you preach at the altar. ”

After speaking, Cheng Yuanwen gave a salute to Gu Boyuan.

Gu Boyuan has always been strong, if it weren't for Gu Wangchen secretly helping him, he might have died a long time ago.

It doesn't look like anything unusual now, but it's still a mess in the body.

Seeing Cheng Yuan's resignation banquet, he gritted his teeth and endured the internal injuries and hugged his fists in return, and Gu Wangchen also put away the immortal cultivation book and returned the gift with Gu Boyuan:

"Uncle Cheng, don't worry, I will inform everyone in advance of the next time I preach at the altar."

Cheng Yuanwen just nodded his head to show that he understood, and without saying much, he turned around and walked towards the night outside the lamplight.

With Cheng Yuanwen's resignation, the others went down the river, learning Cheng Yuanwen's appearance and resignation one by one.

At this moment, Gu Boyuan wished that they should leave quickly, the corners of his mouth were stiff and he was about to smile, and his hands were clenched into fists without stopping.

There are not many guests, and the hundreds and tens of people who are qualified to come are some top people, and some elites are not qualified for banquets.

The time is not long, and the attitude of everyone is somewhat deserted and fleeing, and the guests are all gone after a while, and Gu Boyuan dared to completely relax his mind and pass out at this time.

Lonely Wangchen ignored the remaining subordinates, picked up Gu Boyuan and disappeared in a few flashes.

Blood Sun City.

Meng Xiaopao washed up in normal life, and after eating supper, he lay down comfortably and went to sleep.

Returning to normal sleep made her fall asleep quickly, the white bedroom, the delicate beaded yarn, and the room layout were all dressed according to the woman's preferences.

White, neat, and with some dreams in it.

The beaded curtain tent is a smoky pale pink, like white but not white, like pink and not like pink.

The veil is ethereal, but at this time, it can't resist the ethereal figure that suddenly appears.

A figure that looked like white but not white somehow appeared next to Meng Xiaopao's bed.

He seems to be a human being, like a soul but not like a soul, his back is majestic and calm, but his posture feels a little ethereal.

There is no wind in the room, but the ethereal figure beside the bed is fluttering.

His long purple hair was almost ankle-length, softer than flowing satin, and the ends of his hair were windless.

He was facing the bed with his back facing outward, his ethereal expression had not moved for a long time, and he was curious and only wanted to get a glimpse of his appearance, but at this moment he suddenly muttered to himself:

"I don't want to share the estrangement between you and him, and it's the same root and the same origin, and I fall in love with you because of his original feedback.

I really don't know if this is a blessing or a curse, paper can't contain the fire after all, I hope you can withstand it at that time. ”

After speaking, he didn't hear any emotion, and every word spit out of his mouth seemed to become the most ordinary word, and the ordinary one had no speculation.

He was silent for a few seconds, and after a few seconds he suddenly made a very surprising move.

Wei An's back drowned out with the movement of leaning over, and his brocade slipped loosely with the movement, and the brocade was like a fringe barrier, which seemed to be deliberately designed to block what his master had done.

His appearance was always confused, and at this moment the tassel brocade happened to cover the scene of his kiss being splashed.

His kiss was short, and he licked it lightly as if he were tasting a delicacy, only to withdraw it after a moment.

As the movement retracted, he muttered to himself again:

"Sure enough, it's the same feeling he conveyed, it's moist, it's sweet, well, it's delicious."

The plain and ordinary voice scattered, and his figure disappeared with it, leaving no trace except for the slightly cool lips of Meng Xiaopao.

He came strangely and strangely, like a shadow under the light, the light came on and out, and the light went out, and there was no trace to capture.

Meng Xiaopao still slept soundly, and he was unconscious when he was taken advantage of.

The souls that woke up in the sea of consciousness were also unaware of what had just happened.

The person just now was like a phantom in the process of dazzling, and after his eyes were clear, it seemed as if everything was just a gap that did not exist.

In the early hours of the morning, the home of the night.

The night is still exercising its own dominance, it spreads its own darkness to all parts of the world, the bright moon is like its enemy, the moonlight wants to expel the darkness, but unfortunately the vastness of the night is not comparable to the bright moon.

The land of the shade is still the ruling circle of the night.

The branches of the big trees are vertical and horizontal, and the leaves with a little yellow are still fighting against autumn, they are not willing to be defeated by the obscenity of autumn, and they are still releasing their vitality with all their might.

Haoyue was defeated by the night because of the vitality of the tree, and the night under the shade of the tree seemed to be silently mocking Haoyue's inadequacy.

The trees are majestic and the shade is dark.

Hidden in this darkness was a woman in black, her body wrapped in black, leaving no skin, and it was almost impossible to tell that she was a woman if it weren't for her bumpy figure.

The black scarf and black gauze hugged his head and covered his face, only a pair of eyes leaked outside, and when he looked carefully, the exposed eyes seemed to be a little different.

The pupils of a pair of eyes are glowing with a dark gray light, and the light is circulating, which makes people feel cold when they see it, so cold and cold.