Flowers are spring, and people are also young.

The young man and girl looked at each other like this, their stunned expressions as if their heads had been emptied, and their warm breathing was close at hand, making a trace of blush quietly climb on their faces.

"Ahem."

At this moment, an untimely cough suddenly sounded, pulling the two back into reality, their eyes couldn't help but dodge, and the jade hand that Fu Zhi withdrew was even more panicked.

"Lang Qing concubine, you and I are nong, Uncle Shi had no intention of disturbing, but well, Qiufang, someone is looking for it."

He Wangshu leaned on the door frame, his hair was draped in green silk, a piece of neck skin was exposed between his hair, and the white jade-like texture was facing away from the light, which looked particularly dazzling.

"Uncle Ten is joking again." Fu Zhi muttered, got up, and distanced herself from Qiufang.

He Wangshu saw Fu Zhi's little trick of pretending to be in his eyes, just smiled lightly, and then said to Qiu Fang, "How is it, maybe get up?"

Qiu Fang had long been accustomed to He Wangshu's nonsense, and pursed his lips helplessly, as if he was tired of him disturbing himself and Fu Zhi's Yaxing, and then raised his arm, frowned and said, "It's a little difficult, why don't you go with Uncle Shi on my back?"

When He Wangshu heard this, he snorted coldly, and dragged his tone into a narrow tone: "You, what you think is quite beautiful, you have been in bed for five days, you should also get up and move, don't lie down, Fu Zhi will not want you in the future."

"Uncle Shi is talking nonsense."

After listening to He Wangshu's cynicism, without waiting for Qiu Fang to refute, Fu Zhi grabbed a sentence with her mouth shut.

"Nonsense? Does that mean that even if he is bedridden for the rest of his life, you still want him?" He Wangshu is by no means a person who will rein in after touching the wall once, and still joked with a wicked smile.

Fu Zhi was ashamed and angry when she heard this, ashamed that He Wangshu broke her mind with a word, and was angry that He Wangshu didn't save some face for her daughter's family at all, but the corners of her mouth skimmed, flicked her sleeves, and turned to leave.

Seeing Fu Zhi go out, Qiu Fang didn't stop her, since He Wangshu interrupted his conversation with Fu Zhi, presumably Zhou Zong knew that he had woken up, so he summoned himself to go, just right, the matter of the Demon Deeper Conference, including Ah Yu in his body, Qiu Fang wanted to talk to Zhou Zong and said, although Ah Yu would not make a move on himself for a while, but it was always a hidden danger.

Thinking of this, Qiu Fang whispered, "Ah Yu, are you there?"

After a while, he couldn't hear anything other than his own relaxed breathing, so he shook his head in confusion and struggled to hold up his body, which had not gotten out of bed for five days.

Outside the courtyard is still a familiar scene, the emerald green bamboo forest is permeated with this damp and slightly cold smell, there is a breeze blowing on the face, the bamboo leaves will dance in the wind, rattling, as if in the autumn boat to say hello, there are some tall and verdant bamboos below, a few buds break out of the ground, in the Zhenming Mountain, every time the autumn boat encounters such a situation, it will silently apologize in his heart, while digging out the bamboo shoots, go back to make a cold bamboo shoot for Yan Qingyun.

I don't know how the master is now, but a few days ago, it was almost there, so that the old man will never see him again.

Qiu Fang thought silently in his heart, and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, he had heard the words that there must be a future blessing if he didn't die, but whether there was any future blessing was secondary, but when he walked to the ghost gate, the powerlessness he faced was indeed very tired, it seemed that he would have to cultivate well in the future, at least he had to reach the realm of the third type of person as soon as possible, so as to live up to Yan Qingyun's entrustment when he left.

Seeing Qiu Fang smirking alone, He Wangshu beside him put away the folding fan, tapped on the door of Qiu Fang's head, and muttered, "Are you thinking about returning the sister in the Xiang Building?"

Qiu Fang glanced at him when he heard this, and at this moment he didn't want to share his mental journey, so he shook his head perfunctorily: "It's not easy to go home, and I feel a little emotional."

Although He Wangshu is open-mouthed on weekdays, he is not bad at observing words and feelings, Qiu Fang didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask, just said indifferently: "Peaceful days pass in the blink of an eye, and you will only worry about its good when you are in the whirlpool, but you kid was born destined to be the whirlpool itself, and the days at home are counted as a day."

Qiu Fang nodded when he heard this, as the grandson of the Eighth Prince, even if he didn't want to get involved in the whirlpool, fate would push him into the water, how could it

The reason for being alone, not to mention, is what Wangshu said, this identity and the bloody case sixteen years ago are facts that he can't erase after all, he is not the whirlpool itself, who can be?

Thinking about this section, the warm smile on Qiu Fang's face was a little more sad, he didn't like disputes, but disputes were entangled with him everywhere, as if there was a sleeping fish in his body.

"Half-human, half-demon? It's really peculiar."

Qiu Fang sneered, and even though he and He Wangshu sighed and chatted, they came to Zhou Zong's courtyard, and the flowers and trees growing around the courtyard benefited from the pruning of the disciples, and they were in order, as if they were still familiar.

Qiu Fang took a deep breath and stepped up the steps, since he came out of Mo Zong, he really hadn't been able to have a good chat with Zhou Zong.

Zhou Zong was waiting in the room, but when he heard Qiufang's footsteps, he hurriedly got up to greet him, and the door squeaked open.

As soon as the door opened, Qiu Fang looked at it, there was some dust floating in the light, and a close and familiar face was revealed on the side of the screen.

"Feeling better?" Zhou Zong asked with concern, and walked a few quick steps to Qiu Fang's side, raising his eyebrows and intently investigating Qiu Fang's injuries.

Seeing that he cared so much, a warmth rose in Qiu Fang's heart, and he immediately smiled indifferently: "It's just a little weak, but everything else is fine."

Although Qiu Fang felt that his injury was not a big problem, after his spirit relaxed, the feeling of soreness and weakness in his body did not completely subside, but at this time, he didn't want Zhou Zong to worry too much, so he muttered.

But no matter whether Qiu Fang said it or not, Zhou Zong would investigate his injuries on his own, because he knew the young man's character very well, and since he went down the mountain, there were a lot of troubles caused by him, which also made the young man's mind of not wanting to trouble others even more than before.

Putting his hand on Qiu Fang's eyebrows, after a burst of mana wandering, Zhou Zong had a little understanding of Qiu Fang's physical condition, he lowered his hand, subconsciously put it behind his back, and paced into the room while saying, "The external injury heals very quickly, but the internal injury still needs to be recuperated, and it will be fine after a while."

Receiving Zhou Zong's affirmative answer, Qiu Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, in the battle at the Demon Deepi Conference, he inexplicably burst out with amazing potential, he knew very well that this power did not belong to him, and as for whether there were any sequelae after using it, he did not have a bottom.

"Sit and talk." Zhou Zong sat back on his Taishi chair, pointed to the chair next to him, and told Qiu Fang to sit down with him.

Qiu Fang hesitated slightly, and then he also complied with Zhou Zong's intentions, and sat down, he was already unwell, and it was too much to care about the etiquette rules.

"Come, tell Uncle Shi seriously, the trip to the Mo Sect, how the harvest was, and how you made Feng Zheng helpless against you." Zhou Zong smiled heartily, and was quite satisfied with Qiufang Mozong's trip.

Only then did Qiu Fang repeat what he had seen and heard in the Mo Sect to Zhou Zong in great detail, and he could hear that Zhou Zong would blow his beard and stare at him, laugh loudly for a while, and fall into contemplation for a while.

"In this way, last time you were asked to deal with the people of Zhenghou Mountain, you went to the right place." Zhou Zong sighed with emotion, if it weren't for the two things given by Li Changfeng this time, they must have had to come back with Qiufang's corpse.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zong turned his head to He Wangshu and reproached in a rather stern tone, "You almost lost this child's life."

"What temper the second child has, he will have whatever temper, when the second child is strong, what can you do?" He Wangshu was walking around the room, as if he was looking for something, and when he saw Zhou Zong suddenly pointing the finger at him, he replied unceremoniously.

"The second brother is the senior brother, you are the senior uncle of Qiufang."

Zhou Zong said coldly, the implication is naturally that the second child does not listen to persuasion, and it is reasonable, but if he can't control Qiufang, it is He Wangshu's dereliction of duty.

Qiu Fang saw that the two of them were arguing, and the matter was caused by himself, so he was quite embarrassed and said, "Uncle Boss, it's all the disciples who are reckless, no wonder Uncle Ten."

Seeing Qiufang mediating in the middle, Zhou Zong was slightly stunned, and then swept away the anger on his face, and said with a smile: "I went to Mozong once, and I learned a lot smarter."

"No, now they all know to calculate me." Without waiting for Qiu Fang to answer, He Wangshu grabbed a white sentence in a weird manner on the side, which made Qiu Fang a little surprised.

"Okay, well, I know that you learn things quickly, and when you go out in the future, I will be more relieved." Zhou Zonglang laughed, and it could be seen that after Qiu Fang woke up, he was in a happy mood, and he spoke more casually.

Qiu Fang also scratched his head and laughed a few times, then continued, "Thank you Uncle for your concern."

When Zhou Zong heard this, he waved his hand to show that it was okay, and after a moment, he changed the conversation again, and said in a deep voice: "Jokes are jokes, but who is Li Changfeng in your mouth?"

"The disciple doesn't know the details, but on the surface, it's just a ten-year-old child, just..."

"Just what?" Zhou Zong raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's just that he often speaks a little deeply, and sometimes he looks like a child, which is somewhat similar to Uncle Shishi." Qiu Fang frowned slightly, cast his gaze towards the door, and recalled seriously.

"Like me?" He Wangshu bent down, propped his hands on the window lattice, and said suspiciously, "I don't have an illegitimate child."

Qiu Fang knew that he was joking again, so he ignored it and said to Zhou Zong, "But that sword is really powerful, Feng Zheng didn't dare to resist at all, so he had to hold his head and run away."

Speaking of this sword, a glimmer of light flashed in Qiu Fang's eyes, he rarely saw a real strong man make a move, even if Yan Qingyun, who was at the peak of his combat power in the world, had been by his side for sixteen years, but there were not many opponents worthy of Yan Qingyun's full effort, and there were not so many timid people who dared to be bored and came up to him to ask him for advice, so it was common for Qiu Fang not to see him, and it was inevitable that he would say it in a high-pitched voice at this time.

Zhou Zong pondered for a long time before he slowly spoke: "The sect master of Zhenghou Mountain, I'm afraid I have broken through."

"I've seen that kid, not that man." He Wangshu knew what Zhou Zong was guessing, and categorically dispelled Zhou Zong's doubts.

"Could it be the ancestor of the Hou Mountain?"

The relationship between Zhenghou Mountain and Dongjimen is delicate, although there is no conflict on the surface, but the origin behind it is quite deep, Zhou Zong can't help but think about it a little more, it is also human nature.

"Who is the Ancestor? Occasionally, when I heard the uncles mention it, the disciples were a little puzzled."

"A person who has never appeared, there has always been a legend about the ancestor on the Zhenghou Mountain, but no one has ever seen who the ancestor is, and they don't know how old he has lived."

"Third child, you shouldn't be old and confused, the name of the ancestor of Zhenghou Mountain has been passed down for more than 100 years, just ask this world, which person who cultivates the truth has lived more than two hundred years old, this ancestor is afraid that he has already died." He Wangshu said in a wandering manner, not taking it to heart at all.

In the human world, it is the consensus of everyone that no one can live past two hundred years old, and there is no other reason, such is the prohibition imposed by the immortals.

"Maybe it's a disciple of the Ancestor, I heard that the Ancestor sent the mountain gate to practice." Qiu Fang remembered something and suddenly spoke.

Zhou Zong nodded: "That makes sense, but the ancestor is famous, and what he passes on to his disciples must not be simple, this sword, let's be regarded as a bit of a beginning."

After that, Zhou Zong paused, and then said, "Then, where is your immortal pupil?"