On credit, Li Molan was still full of wine and food. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info there is indeed no way to satisfy the appetite in the tomb of Yubei, although there are pheasants and hares in the Banfeng Mountain Range can barely appetize, but whether it is running thousands of miles away in the snowfield, or trekking tens of thousands of miles in the depths of the wasteland, often not even stopping to rest, let alone cooking meals, not to mention the seasoning knives prepared in advance are placed in the bookbox, but the bookbox was left in the bamboo forest, and he couldn't find it afterwards.

Therefore, most of the time in the Banfeng Mountain Ridge is starving, but the cultivator's ability to starve is relatively strong.

Walking out of the restaurant, Yichang Street, which I haven't seen for a long time, is still so lively.

He walked calmly on the black stone road, looking at the shops and tourists coming and going, and his mood calmed down.

After walking for about an hour, I walked out of Yichang Street and came to the south of the city.

It was just night, and the streets in the south of the city were also very lively, but Li Molan was in a hurry to go home to see, so she didn't do much strolling, and directly entered the bright and transparent Wutong Lane in the moonlight, casually said hello to the neighbors who were not strangers on the side of the road, and then pushed open the gate of the No. 12 courtyard.

The courtyard was empty, the well was lonely in the middle of the yard, and the peach blossom branches that stretched out from the next door on the wall were bare, no longer the peach red when they left.

What about people?

Li Molan muttered to herself and shouted twice, but there was no expected reaction.

Li Molan was even more surprised, pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and when she entered the house, she found that there was no one in the house.

Where did you go?

He was stunned for a moment, took a basin and went to the yard to get some well water, washed his face, and made sure that his face was dry again, and then began to think about the whereabouts of the little girl at home.

It can't be said that it is a little girl, Qin Li's age should be a few years older than Li Molan, almost twenty years old, but he always gives him the feeling of a little girl on weekdays, so he is nicknamed the big girl.

The table in the house was covered with a layer of dust, indicating that Qin Li had been out for many days, but although Lin'an City was safe and secure, and the road was not forgotten, he didn't lock the door when he went out, but the book of "Demon God" written by him was still on the desk, which was too careless, right?

Li Molan was a little puzzled, thinking that Qin Li, this girl shouldn't be so careless, but she went out for so many days, what did she do?

However, he didn't worry too much about Qin Li in his heart, he was just confused.

Now this girl is a demon and a double cultivator, before leaving, he left her a good cultivation book in addition to "Demon God", with her excellent bloodline talent, now she should almost have the strength of the late stage of the enlightenment realm, rather than worrying about her safety, it is better to worry about whether she will cause some trouble, and after all, there is no trace of messiness at home, and there are no rumors and rumors in the surrounding neighborhood, so it should be fine.

Li Molan quickly fetched some more well water, then took off her clothes and washed her body.

If he was lucky enough to meet Qingquan in the Yubei Tomb, he could naturally freshen up, but because he spent most of his time on the snow field and the wasteland, he didn't have this leisure time, so he hadn't taken a bath for a long time.

It's just that cultivators can use the qi machine in the body to roll their bodies to achieve the effect of dry cleaning, but this kind of dry relationship is not as refreshing as bathing with water after all, Li Molan washed for a total of half an hour, and by the way, she also washed the cyan robe that she gave herself from the Dao Gate and dried it in the courtyard, and then wore a thin set of white clothes and walked into the house.

There was also a bill on the desk in the room, and the dividend income and expenditure of the liquor shop in which Li Molan Technology had invested in it in the last month were clearly recorded on it, and he glanced at it casually, and then lay on the bed, unable to sleep for a while.

Although she was not afraid of Qin Li's accident, but this girl's family did not leave a note when she went out, who knows what she was going to do, Li Molan knew that it was useless to worry, and was about to meditate cross-legged and continue to move towards the next realm of martial arts when she heard someone knocking on the door.

Li Molan muttered in his heart, he and Qin Li had encountered several times when they were living in Lin'an City earlier, and they didn't know how this kind of business method was invented and popularized, some sold fake wine, some sold fake medicine, and there were door-to-door fortune tellers and all kinds of door-to-door prostitutes, and the types of services were quite complete, covering all walks of life, worthy of the prosperous Lin'an City, you must know that you can't see this kind of door-to-door service in a small place like Xunyang City, and it is really the last word to serve the people.

When the door was opened, there was a disciple wearing Daomen clothes standing outside the door, a young man with a simple complexion.

"Sun Baichuan?" Li Molan was stunned, thinking to herself, how could it be him? Could it be that he came to repay the money?

It's funny to say, but Li Molan's impression of this young man is not very deep, and he even forgot that he used to be a genius boy who made the Daoist Stone glow purple and was directly entered into the Daomen, and all the sounds and smiles slowly overlapped in his memories, and it became thirty taels of silver.

At present, Sun Baichuan's strength seems to be in the middle of the Enlightenment Realm, which can be described as a rapid progress, and it may take more than a year for ordinary cultivators to enter the Enlightenment Realm before they can have an epiphany, and it may be another year, two or three years to enter the middle of the Enlightenment Realm, and this young man has changed from an ordinary person to a cultivator in the middle of the Enlightenment Realm in just half a year, and he can be called extremely talented.

"Little brother, do you remember the thirty taels of silver I owe you? Sun Baichuan said nervously.

Li Molan smiled, thinking that this young man was really here to repay the money, I have to say that this kind of thing that is still thinking about the money of the rich people after half a year is really commendable. Ordinary people borrow money from others, and after a long time both sides have forgotten, even if he suddenly remembers that he has not repaid the money, he may pretend not to know because the other party has forgotten, and even if the other party remembers this matter, he will generally be ashamed to open his mouth to mention the money, and finally both sides pretend not to know.

This is also the nature of the laity.

Li Molan smiled, took the thirty taels of silver handed by Sun Baichuan with peace of mind, looked at the young man's relieved appearance, and thought that this young man was really simple.

Sun Baichuan glanced at Li Molan, there was some hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly said goodbye and prepared to leave, and when he turned around, Li Molan stopped him.

"Come in and have a chat?" Li Molan said, "I know you probably have a lot of questions for me, and it just so happens that I also want to ask you about something." ”

The two walked into the courtyard, and Li Molan moved two small stools, and the two sat down one after another, sitting in the moonlight.

"How are you doing in Daomen these days? I'm curious about how the legendary Daomen disciples live on weekdays. Li Molan asked.

Sun Baichuan said: "Little brother, I won't tell you, the world thinks that the mountains are all truly transcendent immortals, in fact, they are not as ethereal as they imagined, the senior brothers and sisters on the mountain are very good, very kind, practicing on the mountain is the same as in their own home, all the brothers and sisters are amiable, and there is no strict supervision by the teacher, the cultivation depends on the individual, under normal circumstances, no one will disturb you at the end of the day, but the White Lotus Holy Mountain is very large, I have barely known a rough idea in the past few months, and I have not been to many places." ”

Li Molan yearns for the kind of cultivation he described, but this kind of peaceful and spiritual life is destined to have nothing to do with him.

He looked at the corners of the courtyard walls where the moonlight could not be found, as if he were looking at a dark night like no other.

Sun Baichuan asked, "Little brother, are you really the descendant of the Beihai Sword Immortal?"

Li Molan smiled and nodded.

Seeing him admit it without hesitation, Sun Baichuan's eyes fluctuated with emotion, looking as if he was a mixture of excitement and nervousness, like a star-chaser who had seen an idol with his own eyes.

Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "What those senior sisters said, the things in the tomb in Yubei, including the little brother, you used your life to protect the Holy Maiden, and the Holy Maiden wanted to protect you with the entire White Lotus Holy Mountain, is it true?"

Li Molan wanted to tell him that even if Yu Huaji wanted the entire Daomen to stand behind him, she had to get her master's consent, which was obviously impossible, and could only exist in fairy tales.

It's just that for some reason, he looked at the young man's simple eyes, didn't speak, and nodded slightly.

Sun Baichuan said loudly: "Little brother, don't worry, even if everyone in the world has to deal with you, I will definitely stand behind you with my senior brothers and sisters and fight with the Holy Maiden!"

Li Molan was taken aback by his sudden loud speech, and thought to herself, how did you make it the same as taking an oath, and motioned for him to be quiet.

Then he asked, "Sun Baichuan, how is the Holy Maiden now?"

Sun Baichuan hesitated and said: "The ancestor should be treating the Holy Maiden, presumably it will be fine, but I heard that because the Holy Maiden is seriously injured, I am afraid that she will have to retreat for a period of time to recuperate." ”

Yu Huaji wants to retreat and recuperate?

Li Molan's heart was gloomy.

He may have had some hopes for the Daomen, but this moment was probably not left at all.

He is not a stupid person, maybe not extremely smart, but it is not difficult to see through these superficial cover-ups, and Li Molan knows what the so-called retreat and recuperation recuperate represents.

It was not so much a retreat as a house arrest of the saint, a tone of recuperation, and a fear that she would get in the way of something.

Li Molan had already understood the decision of the former Daomen Holy Maiden, the current Daoist Master Chen Shuisha, although it coincided with his thoughts, but it still disappointed him...... Even unpleasant, angry.

He almost didn't want his life to live for the saint in the tomb of Yubei, and even did not hesitate to expose his identity for her, but Daomen still made such a decision.

This made him very unpleasant.

Of course, he would not be angry with Yu Huaji, the girl in red with clear eyes unconsciously occupied a large place in his heart, so he did not regret what he had done in the slightest.

It's just a simple anger against those in power in the Daomen.

Although the approach of the Daomen has its own reason, it is ...... after all It's going to be unpleasant, right?

He calmed down again, and it happened that Sun Baichuan was telling some of the various stories he had heard from the Yubei Tomb, and he was talking energetically, his eyebrows fluttering, and he didn't notice his emotional changes.

He smiled, as if nothing was going on.

It's just that there are many emotions hidden in this smile that are difficult to see. (To be continued.) )