In the room, there was dead silence.

Wu Qiufang was lying on the couch, like a dark stone statue, vigilantly looking at Zhang Qi who was walking towards him, he knew that it was not easy to pass today's pass.

Zhang Qi's voice sounded, full of mockery and insidiousness.

"Senior brother, I'll clean your wounds for you."

The few steps that made Qiu Fang chill from the bottom of his heart, he didn't know what Zhang Qi wanted.

But after a while, Zhang Qi came to Qiufang's side, he was not impatient, he just gently pushed the copper basin open on the ground with his foot, and the water in the basin rippled, but not a drop was spilled.

Up to this point, the room was calm.

But obviously, what Zhang Qi did and what he said should have nothing to do with what he said.

"Why, junior brother is still in pain and can't speak?"

Zhang Qi's face was gloomy, and his eyebrows and eyes, which were obviously quite standard, looked frightened, and he did not hide his unkindness at all.

Qiu Fang still refused to talk, and the fingers hidden in the futon were already together, which was his habit before drawing talismans, and he practiced it with two fingers and a sword, and he painted it with a single stroke.

Zhang Qi was not in a hurry or impatient, and urged his steps to come to the side of the desk, poured a full cup of tea for himself, and tasted it.

Obviously it was an ordinary green tea that the inn used to serve the guests, but he drank the taste of a dragon well before the Ming Dynasty.

It can be seen that Zhang Qi is a little comfortable, because the new junior brother in front of him is the fish on his chopping board.

Master said that he was gifted and intelligent, and that would destroy his talent. If you say that he has good bones, then you will remove his bones. At that time, the East Window incident happened, but the big mistake had already been made, and the master, who had hurt himself for more than ten years, couldn't blame himself for being a wasted person.

He thought of this, and his eyes flashed with fierceness.

"No... Brother Doesn't work. ”

Qiu Fang couldn't guess what he was thinking, but he also knew that he had bad intentions, so he had to continue to play the trick, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth, and trembling and standing up halfway.

"It is the duty of a senior brother to take care of his junior brother."

Zhang Qi is not a capable disciple in Zhenghou Mountain, but the few disciples accepted by the Luxu Daoist are extremely incompetent, and the tallest one among the dwarfs has made Zhang Qi, an insidious villain who is not in the stream, become the Taoist.

As luck would have it, he naturally rested on his laurels, always feeling that he was born a little different, and he was arrogant when talking to others, and he didn't want to leave a show of affection.

Qiu Fang looked at Zhang Qi's look of looking at the prey in his eyes, and panic rose in his heart.

In order to get by, Zhong Kou used a spell to limit his mana, and his ability at this moment could not be used as much as usual. What's more, even if he can defeat Zhang Qi when he is intact, he must have a chance to kill with one blow before he dares to make a move, otherwise he will fight for a while and make some noise, which will inevitably attract the Hou Shanren.

When the time comes, the cultivation of the Fu Dao will inevitably be exposed.

"I want to... Rest. ”

The autumn boat chased the guests, but the guests did not obey.

Zhang Qiyi stepped on the Qiufang couch, but grabbed Qiufang's wrist with his right hand.

"Master praises you for your good bones, you might as well let Senior Brother see how good it is."

As soon as Zhang Qi's words fell, Qiu Fang only felt a chill penetrating the bone marrow from his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, this chill swam all over his body, and the mana sealed in his body became more and more lifeless, as if it was frozen for thousands of miles.

Akifang didn't know what trick he had used to make the ice flower bloom in his body, and even the consciousness in his mind gradually disappeared due to the cold.

But this feeling of thousands of needles piercing into the meridians was telling him that within a moment, his already thin body bones would freeze into a cloud of ice.

He wanted to do it, even if he knew that it would not be a good thing to wait for him at this moment. But if you sit still, I'm afraid you'll have to lose your life on the spot.

"Division..."

Wu Qiufang screamed out half a word in pain, his hands and feet were like falling into an ice cellar, and his blood was about to be condensed into ice by the cold, but he still struggled to put his fingers in the futon a little, and a faint light lit up in the mattress.

But without waiting for a rune to be completed, there was a "senior brother" that disrupted everything.

Zhao Yunzhu suddenly pushed the door in, her cheeks were slightly red, and she was in a hurry.

Seeing someone breaking in, Zhang Qi was forced to stop. He first glared at Qiu Fang viciously, then smoothed his rolled up sleeves, and said calmly: "What's the matter with Senior Sister?" ”

"Uncle Shi, please."

Zhao Yunzhu's face was worried, and he quietly glanced at Qiu Fang, and saw that his face was black and white, his lips were trembling slightly, his brows frowned, and he said to Zhang Qi.

"What does Master command?"

"Maybe it's for tomorrow."

It seems that Lu Xu Daoren didn't talk to her in detail, but just asked her to call Zhang Qi over.

Who can know that behind this, it is Zhao Yunzhu's clever strategy to keep Wu Qiufang's thoughtfulness.

When she left the house, she noticed Zhang Qi's strange appearance, although she couldn't say that she knew the roots, but she knew that Zhang Qi's mind was not broad-minded, and she only had jealousy and hatred for Wu Qiufang at the moment, and the so-called help to heal her injuries was just a reason to take the opportunity to support them.

So as soon as she went out, she asked Lu Xu Daoren for instructions on the next action, and in a few words, Lu Xu summoned his disciples to discuss important matters, and then there was a scene of pushing the door in.

Seeing that although Wu Qiufang was weak, after resting for a while, it was quite symmetrical between breathing and breathing, Zhao Yunzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was not too late, and Zhang Qi did not succeed.

"Let's go."

Zhang Qi's wishful thinking was empty, his heart was full of resentment, he flicked his robe, said coldly, and went straight to the door.

This can be saved for a while, but it can't be saved for a lifetime, since Zhang Qi has bad intentions, he will naturally come back again and again, which really makes Zhao Yunzhu a little distressed.

She followed behind Zhang Qi, her steps slowed down slightly, and when she left, she didn't forget to cast a worried look at Qiu Fang, as if to remind him to be more careful.

I didn't expect that there were still good people in the mountains.

Qiu Fang thought to himself.

At this moment, he was the only one left in the house, ushering in a moment of peace. Outside the inn is the thriving night market in Los Angeles, where the hawkers shout endlessly, and occasionally three or two children's fights and girls' laughter float into the house, making Qiufang feel the truth of the world.

I don't know what method Zhang Qi used to make himself so uncomfortable, and even almost lost his life. Thinking of this, he shook his head, although the Tao was still above Zhang Qi, he didn't know much, and he didn't understand some strange techniques thoroughly, so he naturally couldn't guess the truth.

Is He Wangshu injured today, is Zhou Zong sleeping peacefully, and will Master feel lonely on Zhenming Mountain?

Another series of questions crawled through Qiu Fang's mind, and he thought in a distracted manner, his eyes becoming hollow.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the autumn wind streams in through the open windows, bringing a birdsong.

Qiu Fang frowned, and then showed a shallow smile.

The people of Dongji Gate always like to make a spirit bird talisman as a medium for transmission and listening, when a black bird jumps on the window lattice, Qiu Fang will know that it is coming to the same door.

He glanced cautiously, knowing that the Marquis Shanren was chatting in full swing in the room of the Luxu Daoist at the moment, so he naturally had no time to take care of him. This inn is full of people coming and going, all kinds of people, and the people of Luxu Dao do not dare to open the barrier to isolate the news.

He Wangshu's bird came easily, and his words were also easy.

I could only hear the long beak of the bird spitting out a sentence: "Sleep soundly?"

Qiu Fang wanted to scold, obviously he was in danger alone, but when he heard such a cold word, no matter how good Rao is, he couldn't withstand the provocation.

Immediately, he thought of Yan Qingyun's rules of respecting his teacher, so he had to endure the anger in his heart and said euphemistically: "Uncle Shi, don't be joking." ”

Everything in the room has already been seen by He Wangshu, when his spirit bird has been hovering outside the window for a long time, Zhang Qi's every move makes him see it really, even if Qiu Fang has no time to save himself, he will sacrifice a spirit talisman to take Zhang Qi's life.

Regardless of whether the plan succeeds or not, Akifang's life is the most important matter.

"Come down and see what I've brought you."

The blackbird held its head high, but it didn't make a noise of chirping, only He Wangshu's small voice floated through the room.

"In case they..."

Wu Qiufang felt that Uncle Ten was messing around again, if he left the room, and the people from Hou Mountain would come in for a while, but his previous efforts would be wasted.

"Don't be afraid, I'll let the birds keep an eye on it, and if there's any movement, you can go back." He Wangshu said lightly, as if he didn't think there was any risk in this matter.

Qiu Fang was stunned, and then thought again, with Uncle Shi here, with the skills of Hou Shan, even if he moved, he could retreat with his whole body.

It's not that he has much confidence in his skills, but he feels that Dongjimen's spies in Los Angeles are all over the city, and when the time comes, he won't be able to end up with a tied hand.

Thinking of this, he stepped to the window, leaped forward, and disappeared into the crowd.

The downstairs of the inn is a row of rows, brilliant lights, visitors to see someone jumping from the upper floor, can not help but exclaim, even more heard the exclamation, try to push away the crowd, probe to see. But there were so many cultivators in Los Angeles that this jumping up and down was no longer strange, and in a short time, everyone dispersed in a happy mood.

At the end, Qiu Fang heard a man in the crowd scolding in a low voice: "Hey, I thought there was a fight." ”

The young man wanted to laugh in his heart, but he still glanced vigilantly at the three-story inn, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he carefully looked for He Wangshu's figure.

It seems that He Wangshu was not injured today because of that battle. He went back early to bathe and change clothes, faded away fatigue, at this moment the purple robe was added, a green mangled was outlined on the left side of the robe by stitches, and he stood lazily in the dark corner of the alley, half raised his eyebrows, half smiled at the autumn boat.

"Uncle Ten." Qiu Fang walked over in three steps and two steps, thinking that at this moment, no matter what happened, he had to make a long story short.

"Looks like everything is going well?" He Wangshu's thin lips opened slightly, and he said indifferently.

"It's going well."

Qiu Fang replied, recalling the scene when Zhang started his hand just now.

He Wangshu guessed what he was thinking, patted the top of the young man's head lightly, and pretended to be mysterious: "Guess, what did I bring you?" ”

Wu Qiufang only said that He Wangshu was playing tricks again, and wanted to make fun of himself, so he didn't go along with his wishes. If you want to say that the heart of a teenager is the heart of a teenager, no matter how honest you are, there will be a moment of rebellion, he actually replied uncharacteristically: "Now I am a disciple of Zhenghou Mountain, there is a senior brother on the left and a senior sister on the right, what else do you need?" ”

"Don't come unharmed, little brother with senior sister as a companion!"

A young girl sneered and poked her head out from behind He Wangshu.