When Qingteng completely retreated to its original state, Yan Ling slowly opened his eyes, got up from the ground and stretched hard.

The bones crackled with her stretched posture, and after a series of movements, the whole person was refreshed.

"Yan Ling, how are you?" Yan Liyue stepped forward and looked her up and down.

"I'm fine." Yan Ling agreed, turned his head and asked him again, "Brother, what was the result of your game?"

Before she could finish listening to the following, she was wrapped tightly by Qingteng, and in the process of Qingteng helping to regain her strength, all her perception of the outside world was cut off.

Looking at Yan Ling's expression, she also knew that she was looking forward to the answer in her heart at the moment, Yan Lianyue replied with a smile, "After the primary election, there will be two rounds the day after tomorrow."

"Yay!" Yan Ling heard the answer he wanted, and couldn't help but wave his hand slightly, his joy overflowing, "Brother, you are really too powerful, you can defeat so many people before you start cultivating!"

When you really start practicing, you will definitely have a bright future!

In this Lingwu competition, her brother will definitely have a place! Yan Ling's eyes were blazing, and she was more confident than her own competition.

Yan Liyue smiled at her, and then glanced in Yan Fenghuan's direction.

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't tell Yan Ling that he might start his cultivation in advance.

Yan Ling has always been angry about his talent being robbed, and if he told her at this time, if it didn't materialize, it would inevitably disappoint her.

"Alright, let's go rest." Yan Fenghuan stood beside him from afar, looked at the two of them and said, "Both of you are tired today, and resting is the right thing."

The two of them have never objected to Yan Fenghuan's words, and they responded one after another, and after saluting, they each went back to the courtyard.

Yan Lianyue is still living in Yan Fenghuan's courtyard, which is different from Yan Ling, so the two of them parted halfway.

Yan Ling did not doubt that he had him, and after saying hello, he turned around neatly and left, and after Yan Lingyue quietly watched her out of her sight, she turned around and ran towards the gate of Yan's house the next moment!

His physique has now become very good, and his speed is comparable to that of ordinary second-order cultivators.

Soon returned to the gate of Yan's house, but Yan Fenghuan's fiery figure was no longer visible.

Did you go back? No, he just came over and didn't see the master!

Yan Xiaoyue frowned, obviously a little confused.

Could it be that he was wrong?

He had already heard the most detailed version of today's events, and just after meeting Yan Fenghuan, he felt that something was wrong in his heart.

The master's support for them at night confirmed this.

The moonlight sprinkled coldly on the ground, shining brightly around the surroundings.

He still had doubts in his heart, so he slowly swayed around with some uncertainty.

After walking through a bamboo forest, in order to return to Yan Fenghuan's courtyard, he subconsciously walked to the right.

At this moment, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a crimson figure in front of him-

He suddenly held his breath and retracted his steps forward, trying his best to hide his figure and breath, hiding in the shadow of the bamboo forest.

In the distance, Yan Fenghuan and Yan Jing were standing by a huge fish pond, surrounded by the garden of the Yan family, covered with green trees and flowers, very quiet.

Under the cold moonlight, the water surface is sparkling, very beautiful, and the figures of the two are also a little indistinguishable from reality.

Judging from the appearance, Yan Jingguang is in the year of establishment, and it is the time of high spirits.

In addition, he is elegant and handsome, and standing with Yan Fenghuan can be regarded as a complement.

Coupled with this kind of environment, anyone who doesn't know the inside story may feel that he has broken the elegant scene of "private meeting with lovers".

But the two parties have nothing to talk about.

With the cultivation of the two of them, they naturally realized the intrusion of Yan Lianyue, Yan Jing looked at Yan Fenghuan, and asked what to do with his eyes?

At this time, he has nothing to be reluctant to knock out that little cub.

Yan Fenghuan shook his head with a smile in his eyes, signaling to leave him alone.

A little surprise flashed in Yan Jing's eyes, but in the end, he bowed slightly in agreement.

On the other side, Yan Xiaoyue's heart was trembling, in front of these two people, he was not sure that he would not be discovered.

But unexpectedly, he seems to have really dodged.

Because he heard Yan Jing's voice coming from a distance, and it sounded inexplicably heavy: "Your Excellency, are you injured today?"

Yan Fenghuan knew that he could hide this from everyone, but he couldn't hide it, so he smiled and nodded slightly.

「…… Is it badly hurt?" Yan Jing's voice was astringent.

"Not heavy."

Yan Jing holds the Hanshan Order in his hand, and the Yan family has always had a special connection with Yan Fenghuan, so in fact, he knows Yan Fenghuan's physical condition.

But Yan Fenghuan also took the trouble to answer his questions, which made Yan Jing feel better.

Yan Jing glanced at the corner of the wall, pondered for a while, and then said to Yan Fenghuan, "Your Excellency, I'm afraid you've exposed too much today...... That group of people are all human spirits, and they have long suspected your situation, and I am afraid that they will be able to turn the sky upside down after this time."

"It's nothing to turn out of the sky." Yan Fenghuan looked at him with a sad face, and shook his head funny, "I can't look ugly when I see you tonight, why is there a trend of getting worse at this time?"

"Your Excellency!" Yan Jing was so sad that he couldn't do it, but thinking that there was a silent moon behind him, he couldn't say it clearly.

"Good, good." Yan Fenghuan was like coaxing a child, "I'll pay attention."

Yan Jing didn't believe her words very much, so he could only ask earnestly: "Your Excellency, you don't need to think about Huaguo everywhere like this."

Yan Fenghuan looked at him quietly, and saw that Yan Jing's anxious words turned around his mouth, and then made up for it: "Okay, even if you think about it, you have to take care of yourself first in everything!" Although this covenant seems to have little effect on you at the moment, it has taken a risk."

The Dingling Covenant was originally a gamble, and the other party was still a well-intentioned Feng Lingzi, but if anything was wrong, it would be a catastrophe.

The Yan family has an iron law, and about the fact that Yan Fenghuan has a different personality, even if the jade is burned, no one can know about it.

But Yan Jing can see it clearly today, an old fox like Ji Hongzhi has long thought about it and doesn't know how deeply.

Huaguo is also a lot of people, before the respect of such a subtle expression can be made by them out of flowers, this period of time, the honor does not know how many flaws have been missed, today is directly using his own godhead to gamble.

Yan Jing was really anxious and tired.

When his father was the head of the family, his dignity had never been exposed to others like this, and it was much easier to hide secrets.

But now, Yan Jing feels that his head is going bald.

"Xiao Jing." Yan Fenghuan was the old god, and suddenly called out a title that he used to call when he was a child, and found a stone bench next to him and sat down.

Yan Jing was stunned for a moment, and walked over with some hesitation.

"Sit down first."

Yan Jing sat opposite her, looking at her with a faint gaze, waiting for the next step.

But he didn't want to say that Fenghuan didn't speak anymore, but conjured up a set of tea cooking utensils with his slender hands, and then he didn't know where to take out some dark green tea leaves.

The tea leaves were covered in a gray coarse cloth, and if they weren't in excellent condition, they would look like old "garbage" pulled out of some corner.

The moment Jing saw the tea leaves, he couldn't hold back his "seriousness".

Good tea is hard to find, although he doesn't love tea, but he is not blind.

What Yan Fenghuan took out is definitely the best, and it must belong to the category of spiritual plants!

The pure aura and wood power on it even made Yan Jing's spiritual power boil restlessly.

Yan Fenghuan didn't seem to see his abnormality, but he still had a leisurely attitude, using silver thunder as a fire, and cooking tea on the spot while the moonlight was bright.

In various legends, the wind and thunder are violent,

However, at this moment, in her hands, it is like an ordinary fire, acting as the "firewood" for boiling tea, without resistance.

She moves slowly and methodically, and there is a faint look of a lady in her gestures, which is far from the usual appearance of no bones.

Yan Jingyue looked at it from a distance and saw that her technique was very professional, and there was a faint hint of vicissitudes.

He once stayed in a tea ceremony family for more than half a year because of his mission, during which he saw the complicated rules of the tea ceremony, and also saw the scene of the highly respected old man boiling water to cook tea.

At that time, he also sighed that he was worthy of being an expert, and his gestures were elegant and elegant.

However, the old man was ashamed of himself, saying that he had not yet fully comprehended the harmony of the tea ceremony.

Like many spectators present, he didn't pay attention to it at the time, only felt that the old man was too humble.

However, after so many years, when he saw Yan Fenghuan's movements and mood, he thought of the old man's face and sigh.

Suddenly I felt that the old man might not be humble.

The words and joys they see on weekdays are lazy and lazy, without the noble elegance of those who are born in the tea ceremony.

She didn't fully follow the head-scratching etiquette, and she didn't even clean her hands and burn incense.

However, her expression was calm and calm, and the movements of her hands were even smoother, without the slightest restraint and stagnation.

It seems like I knew it many, many years ago.

For no reason, he saw the "harmony and happiness" in the old man's mouth from her.

This is also the first time that Yan Shanyue has very clearly realized that this woman, who is usually always happy, is a god who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

I don't know how long he was distracted, the fragrance of tea drifted to the tip of his nose, and Yan Lianyue finally came back to her senses and refocused her eyes on the two of them.

Yan Fenghuan was pushing a cup of tea in front of Yan Jing's eyes, and said with a smile, "I haven't done this job for many years, you can try it."

Yan Jing took it flatteredly, took a sip slightly, and his eyes lit up: "Good tea!"

Yan Fenghuan's face smiled a little stronger, and he teased: "This is the tea picked by Feng Yi back then, and it can be regarded as 'old tea'."

Yan Jing's pupils dilated, and he almost didn't squirt out a sip of tea on the spot.

However, thinking of Yan Fenghuan's words, he swallowed the hot tea in his mouth, and his hot heart was hot.

Who Feng Yi is, he naturally knows as a member of the Yan family.

The tea picked by the Lord God of Life, not to mention 10,000 years apart, even if it is 100,000 years, he can chew it raw!

It's just—

"Why did you suddenly ...... today?" Yan Jing was a little eager to speak.

The successive heads of the Yan family never mentioned these main gods in front of Yan Fenghuan, nor did they mention anything about them.

Even if it is bong, they only dare to miss it in their hearts.

However, tonight, the Venerable She mentioned it herself, and not only that, but this tea ......

Yan Jing suddenly remembered the last time he had a conversation with Yan Fenghuan in the evening, and at that time he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he never came up with a reason.

And at this moment, all the deeds were patched together, and he suddenly felt as if he had touched on something critical.

"Your Excellency, you ...... Don't you want to talk about it?" Yan Jing put down the teacup in his hand at some point, and asked in disbelief at an extremely slow pace.

Secretly, Yan Silent Yue's eyes widened.

With a flick of his hand, there was a crisp sound between the tea cups, and the listeners were shocked.