Go inside the East Pole Gate, there is a big and small blue lake, there is an octagonal pavilion in the center of the lake, the red spire stands in the lake, quite a little red in the green bushes.

In the pavilion, there is a small mahogany case, on which are a few inconspicuous tea sets. There is a free chair on each side of the small case that is gently swaying, and the two figures are half-leaning up, watching the moon and fishing comfortably.

Zhou Zong's left hand stroked his precious fishing rod, and his right hand raised the teacup and took a sip, staring at the lake with bright eyes, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

The person on the side is Duan Mou, except for the trivial things in the door, his only hobby is to sit in the lake pavilion with Zhou Zong while drinking tea and fishing at night.

"Mo Zong is not peaceful tonight." Duan Mou's voice was deeper than usual, as if he was afraid of disturbing the fish.

Zhou Zong didn't care, and sneered: "If you want to dig something in the whirlpool, how can there be a reason not to wet your hands." ”

"Lao Shi came back with a message, saying that the intruder's skills are still above Fengzheng." Duan Mou looked directly at the lake, his eyebrows were tightly locked, he was guessing, guessing who was the master of the confrontation with Feng Zheng.

"Hmph." Zhou Zong snorted coldly again, and immediately raised the fishing rod to take a look, and when he saw that there was no fish on the bait, he put it down again.

"The seventh is injured, and it's been hard for the old ten these days." Zhou Zong continued, without any emotion on his face.

This time, he took a sip of Duan Mou, and he said, "Hard? I don't know where he spends his days. ”

Zhou Zong smiled slightly, he knew the story of what had happened in the Mozong in the past few days. He Wangshu was probably holding the Oiran in the Qinglou and chanting poems, and the real thing was just a blackbird and Wu Qiufang in the middle of the quagmire.

But he didn't care, turned his head and said: "It's okay, as long as things can be done, why bother with what methods he uses." ”

Duan Mou didn't think so, and said reluctantly: "He is chic, if that kid has a mistake, can he afford it?" ”

Seeing that Duan Mou didn't care whether the fish was afraid or not, and began to shout in the pavilion, Zhou Zong put his head on the chair with great interest, and said unhurriedly: "You also care about that child?" ”

"As long as I'm from Dongjimen, I'm just a worm, and I can't die in vain." Duan Mou's hoarse voice resounded across the lake, announcing that he had moved his liver fire again.

Zhou Zong has long been accustomed to this, he knows what kind of character his fourth junior brother is, and he became stubborn for a while, and joked with him: "I stepped on an ant from the East Pole Gate yesterday, and you have no choice but to kill me?" ”

When Duan Mou heard this, he glanced at him angrily, and said angrily at the lake: "Don't scare away my fish." ”

Zhou Zong smiled when he saw this, and pulled the conversation back to the topic: "I think the second child has already gone down the mountain." ”

Zhou Zong's voice fell, Duan Mou didn't talk for a long time, compared to Lin Yun, he seemed to be more calm when he was thunderous.

"Why do you always say that the second child is not on the mountain?" Duan Mou asked suspiciously.

Seeing that Duan Mou did not refute, Zhou Zong's voice also sank.

"Don't say it's not on the mountain, I expected him to be in the Demon Domain at the moment."

"Demon Domain... Did he see the man go? Duan Mou dragged out his words for a long time, and he was also thinking in his mind.

"With his temperament, let alone seeing people, maybe he has already made a big fight." Zhou Zong pursed his lips, as if Yan Qingyun's every move was in front of him.

"But he swore that he would never go down the mountain." Duan Mou still refused to believe Zhou Zong's words.

"Swear? His dick has sworn more than I fished, do you believe his nonsense? ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Zong stood up scoldingly and quickly lifted the fishing rod, but the hook was still empty, but the bait had already been picked by the fish in the lake, adding another firewood to the anger in his heart.

"But your ability to fish also stinks."

Although Zhou Zong was angry, Duan Mou was not a master who met the wind and rudder, and still added fuel to his fire.

"Phew, where is the." Zhou Zong scolded, then remembered something, slowly put his head back, and continued to speak calmly: "If the boss is really alive, then he must become a demon." ”

Duan Mou didn't open his mouth after hearing this, he gasped and fell silent.

Zhou Zong saw Duan Mou pondering alone, and did not bother him, but just raised his hand to refill the tea for him, and then pushed the teacup in front of Duan Mou.

A piece of ambergris incense was lit in the corner of the pavilion, and the aroma swayed in the wind, calming Duan Mou's mind.

"If he becomes a demon, I'm afraid he won't stay in the demon domain honestly." Duan Mou said tentatively, he couldn't be sure what the current situation of the senior brother of the East Pole Gate was.

"Since the second child is meddling, it's useless for us to think so much." Zhou Zong sighed, as if he didn't want to mention this headache again.

Duan Mou cleared his throat and said worriedly: "It's always good to take precautions, but the most important thing at the moment is that you say that illness is not a long-term solution, and the imperial city will have to go after all, but the child went down the mountain..."

"Renjun, I will go and say, big deal, I will give him my head." Zhou Zong said with horizontal eyebrows.

Duan Mou knew that what he said was angry, and he didn't make any mistakes, even if Renjun was to blame, he would not be guilty to death. Dongjimen has been saddled for him for so many years, and the credit and hard work are readily available, and Renjun must not be able to say much.

"What about the Mo Sect?" Dongjimen is busy with mundane affairs, and there are not many opportunities for them to come to night fishing together, and Duan Mou also wants to take this opportunity to ask about the recent worries.

Zhou Zong hesitated for a moment and said: "The matter of the eleventh and twelfth eleventh, although they are unwilling, but life and death are fateful, if you want to sit firmly in the biggest position in Los Angeles, you must see blood." An has been born for eighteen years, since the Demon Sect wants to break the rules and secretly injure Lao Qi, it is not too much for Lao Shi to take his life. Of course, the Mo Sect will not give up, and we will have to fight again sooner or later. ”

"One more time, I'll keep them alone." Duan Mou said viciously, he remembered the great battle eighteen years ago, although the East Pole Gate won, but the victory was tragic.

Zhou Zong didn't say anything, the past was unbearable, and the battle was also the pain and anger in his heart.

"When will they come back?" Duan Mou tightened his fishing rod, there were waves on the water, and the fish had ushered in a new cage.

"Send a letter to Lao Shi, no matter what the result is, come back tonight. Also, the order Tianqing and Konglin were sent to let them leave for the door on the same day, and this year's competition was planned. Zhou Zong saw Duan Mou's fishing rod vibrating, and knew that he was the first to reach tonight, so he put his words down, stood up, flicked his robe, and flew to the shore by the moonlight.

Duan Mou nodded silently, pulled up the fishing rod, the water surface was sparkling, and the swimming fish would change to a new owner. It seems that Zhou Zong lost to him again tonight.

Looking at the Mozong side again, it is the opposite of the comfort of the East Pole Gate. Two small birds, one black and one blue, sat on the wall, staring intently at the courtyard.

"I don't know which master is coming, why don't you show your face, Mozong has its own good wine hospitality." Feng Zheng put his hands behind his back and said loudly.

"Good wine and good meat are not necessary, Sect Master Feng, let people go." The golden-faced man in black said slowly, his voice was shrill and thin, and it made people feel unhappy as soon as it entered his ears.

"I wonder who Your Excellency is talking about?" Feng Zheng's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he said without a tone.

"We're all standing here, so why pretend to be stupid?" The man sneered and set his gaze on the huge dead tree.

Feng Zheng was silent, this golden-faced man in black was not good at coming, and he made up his mind early to save the people in the dead tree.

The two birds on the side shook their heads when they saw it, and Wu Qiufang somewhat experienced a trace of He Wangshu's lively mood.

"The fourth messenger is here, asking us to leave tonight." Seeing that the blue bird was attentive, the blackbird stretched out the bird's beak and pushed the blue bird, and He Wangshu's voice came out.

"But we haven't come to find anything." The regret in Wu Qiufang's heart was undoubtedly expressed on his lips.

"Tonight's event is the biggest gain, let's go back to the door first, and then make a decision." If you don't look at it, you can know that He Wangshu has a serious expression at the moment, and he doesn't want to pull more.

"Okay." Blue Bird nodded, he didn't have any nostalgia for Mo Zong, since he was leaving, he was leaving.

After talking to He Wangshu, Wu Qiufang's attention returned to the courtyard, Feng Zheng already knew the intention of this person, waved his hand slightly, and four ink envoys jumped into the backyard.

He Wangshu also concentrated on guarding, if there was a big war, he would take advantage of the chaos to take away Qiufang.

"Although Your Excellency's skills are strong, but after all, it is not to the realm of the first type of people, all the members of the Mo Sect are here today, can you stop Your Excellency?" The sound of wind and politics is like a bell, and the killing machine is fully displayed.

"Haha, the Wind Sect Master will say it so clearly, I will not dare to take it by force." The golden-faced black-clothed man sneered, recognized it on the spot, and then paused slightly, waved his big hand, and a three-inch-long exquisite pagoda appeared in the palm of his hand.

The faces of the people present changed slightly, and they were about to put on a posture, but the gust of wind stopped again.

"But, Wind Sect Master, can you stop me, but can you stop the people inside?" After that, the man began to laugh wildly in a shrill voice, and before the laughter was gone, the man was gone.

But the dead tree suddenly shook, and a trace of black gas seeped out of it, and the trunk of the tree, which had no breath of life, was even more embarrassed.

Seeing this, Feng Zheng secretly screamed badly, only to see a drop of black ink flowing from his right eye, and only the whites of his eyes were left in the whole eye, which made Qiu Fang's heart cold.

"I'm scared, the entire Mo Sect is the most disgusting for him, and one trick is all in vain." He Wangshu scolded in a low voice, as if the scene in front of him was dirty to his eyes. "But the magic weapon made by this man in black, tsk, is not ordinary."

Qiu Fang endured the nausea in his heart, he was not interested in magic weapons, he just stared at the branches of the dead tree in a daze, this black gas, vaguely felt very familiar.

The moment the ink of the wind fell to the ground, it disappeared. But in just a moment, the dead trees were dyed black from the roots.

"Sealed!"

Under Feng Zheng's angry shout, the black ink penetrated faster and faster, but in the blink of an eye, the huge dead tree became a black tree.

"Sect Master." The Blood Demon Envoy took a few steps forward, came behind Feng Zheng, and called out.

Feng Zheng waved his hand, his expression solemn, and looked at the dead tree without saying a word.

The bottom of the dead tree suddenly became calm, and everyone present was silent, as if waiting for something.

After another moment, the dead tree shook violently, and the yellow leaves, which were already small, fell down in front of everyone. As the yellow leaves fell, a cloud of black gas rose into the sky, less than three feet, and hit a layer of mist again, bouncing back.

Since then, the dead tree has remained motionless.

"It's her!"

Although Qiu Fang was hiding in the distance, the moment he saw the black qi, he finally understood where that familiar feeling came from. Ever since he had the first photo with the black shadow on Zhenming Mountain, he had firmly remembered her breath with his extraordinary divine sense.

"It can still be supported, and the people will repair the enchantment. All the ink envoys, come with me to the hall to discuss matters. As soon as Feng Zheng's words fell, the drop of ink flew back into his eyes.

Everyone was ordered, and they didn't dare to slack off, and a few dodges disappeared into the night. The two spirit birds at the head of the wall also spread their wings and flew back, but the moment they turned around, the blue bird looked back at the dead tree.

"If he repairs the barrier, you will be more than lucky. Come on. ”

He Wangshu saw that the matter was over here, and said busily.

"Uncle Shi has a way to let me stay for a few more days."

Qiu Fang's answer greatly exceeded He Wangshu's expectations, and the blackbird's fluttering wings in the air stagnated, and it almost fell down. When he was determined, he exclaimed.

"What, is it difficult, you still want to be the son-in-law of the Mo Sect?"