Climbing up the last floor of the steps, Fang Wuwei finally saw the whole picture of the Wantang Gate located at the top of the mountain.

The thousand-year-old trees are neatly arranged, covering the open space in front of the Wantangmen Palace. On the edge of the clearing, a huge lotus lake is enclosed by a white stone fence, which is hundreds of meters wide as far as the eye can see.

I don't know what method Wantangmen used to get this lotus lake water on the top of the mountain. The lake is full of lotus flowers, and a finely carved stone bridge connects from the lake to a small pavilion in the center of the lake. The pavilion with a red spire resembles a peony, dotted among the lotus flowers, and it also has the chic of "a little red in the green bushes".

Fang Wuwei narrowed his eyes and looked towards the small pavilion in the lake.

Dozens of people sat densely packed in the small pavilion. The dozens of people were surrounding a black-haired man with half of his body wrapped in white gauze, as if listening to the man intently.

Although the black-haired man was hundreds of meters away from Fang Wuwei, Fang Wuwei recognized the black-haired man as Xiao Lian at a glance.

"That's Xiao Lian?"

Fang Wuwei couldn't believe his eyes a little, and asked Shangguan Rou in front of him.

Shangguan Rou was stunned for a moment when she saw the black-haired man in the lake pavilion, then her face was happy, and then she became inexplicably angry, gritting her silver teeth and saying:

"It's your stupid apprentice! I'm so worried, I thought he had suffered a lot! I didn't expect to have the leisure to chat in the Wantang Gate! It's not okay to not let him suffer a little today! ”

After Shangguan Rou finished speaking, he didn't care about Fang Wuwei and a few people behind him, and ran towards the pavilion violently, as if he wanted to teach Xiao Lian a lesson.

Fang Wuwei looked at the small pavilion in the lake with twitching corners of his eyes, then looked at Shangguan Rou's menacing back, sighed slightly, sat on the ground, and said to Zheng Koumao and Wu Meng behind him:

"I thought what happened to Xiao Lian. I didn't expect there to be no, I really worried about it in vain. ”

Wu Meng jumped up and ran in front of Fang Wuwei and patted Fang Wuwei on the shoulder: "Primitive No. 1, it's okay, you're not happy!" I'm going to play with Sister Shangguan Rou first~"

Wu Meng was carried all the way by Zheng Koumao, and her spirit was too good. Now that there is nothing to do, it is naturally full of curiosity. I want to have a lot of fun.

Looking at Wu Meng's figure jumping away, Fang Wuwei rolled his eyes silently. I thought that it was now in Wantangmen, and it was the hinterland of the enemy army to say that it was ugly, Wu Meng could still play, and this nerve was thick enough.

However, Fang Wuwei didn't expect that Wu Meng was also playing everywhere in the Congxin Sect before, but he secretly thought about a lot of things in his heart, maybe Wu Meng just liked to collect information while playing.

Zheng Koumao glanced at Wu Meng, and then wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand. also sat down with Fang Wuwei. Then he took out a bottle of mineral water from his crotch, took a big sip, and said to Wu Wei with a long sigh of relief:

"Landlord, the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and it's much better than the heart-to-heart faction."

Fang Wuwei pounded his sore legs and nodded: "The scenery is good, but maybe it was built by looting the people's fat and people's ointment." Didn't you hear the people of the wilderness say that the Wantang Sect oppresses the people, and they use a bunch of excuses to collect money when they have nothing to do? ”

Zheng Koumao glanced at Fang Wuwei suspiciously. Shook his head: "The Sprinkle family really hasn't heard of it." ”

Fang Wuwei rolled his eyes and said, "Anyway, it's all this kind of routine. You can guess it. ”

Zheng Koumao nodded thoughtfully: "This is also true." Speaking of which, do you want to drink water, landlord? ”

Zheng Koumao took out another bottle of mineral water from his crotch and handed it to Fang Wuwei.

Fang Wuwei glanced at Zheng Koumao's crotch, struggled for a while, and finally took the mineral water and poured a few sips into his mouth.

Zheng Koumao wiped his sweat with the back of his hand again, and said to Fang Wuwei: "It's still too tiring to climb such a high mountain. ”

Fang Wuwei nodded. agreed with what Zheng Koumao said, and then turned his head to look at the small pavilion in the lake.

At this moment, Shangguan Rou and Wu Meng had already run to the small pavilion. Shangguan Rou was pinching Xiao Lian's waist and grinning at Xiao Lian's pinched teeth. The disciples of the Congxin Sect on the side all lowered their heads and laughed secretly.

Wu Meng lay on the stone bridge, constantly playing with the water in the Lotus Lake with her little hands. It seems that he wants to catch the lotus flower in the lake.

Looking at this picture, Fang Wuwei, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but smile, turned his head to Zheng Koumao and said:

"It would be nice if every day was like the way it is now, and everyone would be happy together."

Fang Wuwei took two sips of water, and then said, "Mr. Zheng, do you know? Actually, I've been thinking a lot lately, and I'm quite depressed. ”

Zheng Koumao glanced at Fang Wuwei suspiciously: "Landlord, what are you thinking?" ”

Fang Wuwei stretched his waist to relieve the soreness after climbing the mountain, and then said slowly:

"I wonder if I didn't do a good job that night. I wonder if Xiao Lian will disapprove of me as a master. I also wonder what you think of Xiao Lian. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Wuwei paused, and then added: "Mr. Zheng, didn't you and Wu Meng say before that you and Xiao Lian are not familiar with each other?" And you also said that Xiao Lian is like a plot character to you. Actually, when I heard you say that, I was still very sad in my heart. ”

Zheng Koumao smiled awkwardly and scratched his head: "Landlord, you're thinking too much." Although the Sprinkle family said so at that time, it was not as exaggerated as you thought. At most, the Sprinkle family didn't regard the Xiao Dao people as teammates, after all, the Sprinkle family and the Xiao Dao people didn't have much contact. ”

Fang Wuwei sighed, he and Xiao Lian are very good, and naturally hopes that Zheng Koumao and Wu Meng will also have a better relationship with Xiao Lian. But what Zheng Koumao and Wu Meng said was also right, why should they have a good relationship with Xiao Lian? Xiao Lian had no intersection with them.

"But...... I still hope that Mr. Zheng, you can become teammates with Xiao Lian in the future. Fang Wuwei looked at Zheng Koumao and said very sincerely.

Zheng Koumao grinned: "Landlord, don't worry, as long as Xiao Daoren is as good as you, the Sprinkle family will definitely become teammates with him!" ”

Fang Wuwei looked at Zheng Koumao's slightly innocent smile, and couldn't help but laugh too: "Mr. Zheng, Xiao Lian is a hundred times better than me!" You won't lose out if you're teammates with him. ”

Zheng Koumao nodded, and then looked at the small pavilion in the lake with a smile, wanting to take a serious look at Xiao Lian, who Fang Wuwei praised.

It's just that Zheng Koumao just looked at the small pavilion in the lake, and the whole person suddenly froze, and then muttered to Wu Wei:

"The host...... It seems a little strange......"

Fang Wuwei glanced at Zheng Koumao suspiciously, then turned his head to look at the small pavilion in the lake.

In the small pavilion, Shangguan Rou seemed to have lost his anger, and was standing next to Xiao Lian chatting with Xiao Lian, his mouth kept moving. And Wu Meng was holding a lotus flower in his hand, and he was so happy that he kept running around on the stone bridge.

Fang Wuwei turned his head and looked at Zheng Koumao suspiciously: "Mr. Zheng, they are very good." What's so strange? ”

Zheng Koumao stiffly turned his head to look at Fang Wuwei with a frightened expression, and then desperately plucked out his ears.

Fang Wuwei looked at Zheng Koumao's strange movements, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart, and an inexplicable depression swept through his body.

I saw Zheng Koumao slowly put down his hands that picked his ears, looked around with a frightened expression, and then said slowly:

"The host...... There is nothing but the voices of the two of us...... Not even the wind ......" (To be continued.) )