"Song Weaving, but what's the problem?"

"Why don't you take out the token yet?!"

After all, Xiao Jianyue is a real person of Jindan, and he is a sword cultivator.

Seeing Song Zhi standing still, with a strange expression of shock on the spot, he became a little impatient.

This time the dart was a loss-making deal.

If he hadn't been defeated by Feng Ye's leapfrogging, he wouldn't have taken this order.

From Fengyu City to Lin Immortal City, he flew for half a month.

It took a lot of effort but nothing came of it, and it was strange that he could be patient.

Of course, Song Zhi didn't know about Xiao Jianyue's dealings with Feng Ye.

Seeing his stinky face and questioning eyes, Song Zhi hurriedly took out the identity token.

After recognizing the token information, the dart box automatically unlocks, and two mid-tier storage bags are launched from it.

There were labels on the bags with the names of Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang, respectively.

"There are two more letters here, written by Feng Ye to the two of you."

"Take it all together, I still have something to do, so I won't stay longer."

"Farewell!"

Almost as soon as Song Zhi took the letter, Xiao Jianyue turned into a retreat and left the Danbao Pavilion.

The speed of being far away from the pair of legs made Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang look at each other.

*

"Uh, senior brother, am I ugly?"

"Why is Senior Xiao impatient and unhappy with me?"

Don't think she didn't see it, every time Xiao Jianyue met her eyes, he looked bored, even disgusting, and irritable.

Is she so unpopular with male cultivators?

Song Zhi pinched the storage bag in one hand and held two envelopes in the other, and asked Zhao Muyang sincerely.

In this regard, Zhao Muyang only felt confused and inexplicable.

"Senior sister, of course you're not ugly!"

"You're beautiful!"

"If you were ugly, your sixth senior brother and I wouldn't have done anything to you......"

Zhao Muyang poked his fingers, and in order to make Song Zhi happy, he did not hesitate to blow up his embarrassment.

Song Zhi just asked casually, but he was not sensitive to the level of self-pity.

She just didn't understand Xiao Jianyue's attitude towards her.

Just as she was about to wave her hand to skip this matter, Mao Jingya, who was looking fresh on the side, suddenly stepped forward and asked with a gossipy face: "Xiao Zhao, what did you do to our beautiful little weaving?" ”

"It's all my own people here, so it's fun to say it."

Mao Jingya pretended to be innocent and blinked Kazlan's big eyes, with a transparent expression that knew it well.

Song Zhi didn't think anything of it, but Zhao Muyang blushed.

"Seniors, don't think about it, I and Weaving are pure friendships, but they don't include other forbidden contacts!"

"We are both orthodox monks who aspire to preach!"

Love and love are like flowers and plants, which are really insignificant.

*

looked at Zhao Muyang's serious expression, and then looked at Song Zhi's slightly cold eyebrows.

Mao Jingya didn't know which tendon she was touched, so she immediately covered her cherry mouth and laughed.

Especially when the two young men and women looked at each other inexplicably, she was even more happy.

Really, she hadn't seen such a clear and innocent junior for a long time.

Seeing Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang, she remembered her innocent appearance when she first entered the cultivation realm.

It's a pity that no one told her that love was untouchable, so she planted a big heel when she was most proud.

If it weren't for that, she would have cultivated the Great Perfection of Jindan in a dignified manner, so why would she cower in a small Dianling Pavilion and do what the hell is the big shopkeeper? ?

*

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business, my sister won't tease you."

"Xiao Zhizhi, you don't have to take Xiao Jianyue's attitude towards you, it has nothing to do with you, it's purely his own problem."

"Xiao Jianyue, a traitor of the Xishan Sword Sect, has the reputation of Jindan ghosts and sorrows, his cultivation is profound, his swordsmanship is exquisite, and he is arrogant but very righteous."

"There is only one drawback, which is extreme misogyny."

"As soon as any woman comes within three meters of him, he will be full of aura, and he will be mad and want to kill everything in front of him."

"He can accept the entrustment of your fifth senior brother and come to Lin Immortal City to deliver darts single-handedly, thinking that it is not just to earn spirit stones, he and your fifth senior brother should have a close relationship and a great relationship."

*

The Qingfeng dart game sounds like an ordinary dart game in the mortal world.

In fact, it is a transcendent organization with the same status as the Dan Dao League.

In addition to darts in the normal sense, the Qingfeng Dart Bureau also does some immoral deeds that kill people and oversell goods.

Xiao Jianyue is known as a first-class dart master, purely relying on tough power, crushing step by step, and rising up little by little.

The first-level dart master, in the Qingfeng Dart Bureau, is equivalent to the elder in the ordinary sect, who holds real power.

It can be seen from this that Feng Ye, the fifth senior brother of Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang, the two foundation-building monks, must also be a fierce and strongman.

The head of the family deserves to be the head of the house, even if it is more than 108,000 miles away.

He can still accurately judge which forces should be friends and which forces should be judged.

Thinking of the head of the family who wore single-frame gold wire lenses and looked elegant and handsome, Mao Jingya suddenly felt cold in the back of her head, and the whole person subconsciously became serious.

Damn it!

The stinky problem of dizziness when I saw the beauty was committed again, and I almost missed the big thing that the head of the family explained!

*

"Ahem, okay, two, let's not talk about Xiao Jianyue's bad luck ghost."

"Listen to me first, why come to visit Danbao Pavilion this time."

"Fairy Song, in this treasure box, there are exclusive small gifts from the Ling Pavilion that I ordered to give you, all of which are ordinary and worthless items."

"Some of them were sent by the head of the family, and some of them were from my private collection of the Ling Pavilion."

"The head of the family said, let me thank you in person, if it weren't for Xiao Weaving and you in the Yue Tea Workshop to break the fraud of Su Zhi's Shadow Stone, I ordered the refiners of the Spirit Pavilion and would not have been inspired to quickly refine a new type of Shadow Stone that can restrain the illusion of the heart."

"As soon as this new batch of lingering stones was issued, they were quickly snatched up."

"For example, the Ten Thousand Buddha Gate, the Two Poles Sect, the Yuqing Palace and other major sects, and they also sent people to customize a large number of lingering stones, this time the income of our Lin Xian City Point Spirit Pavilion is twelve times more than the rest of the branches!"

"The head of the family is overjoyed, so he ordered me to offer a great gift as a thank you for Xiao Weaving."

"Please also ask Xiao Ori to accept it! Otherwise, the head of the house will punish me for not doing things well~"

Mao Jingya looks mature, but her actual heart is naïve and stubborn.

After being coquettish by her pouting and pleading, Song Zhi finally pinched his nose and accepted the thank you gift from the Lingge.

*

"Sister Mao, this is the four-grade pill that my senior brother refined, it is not worth much, it is just a piece of our heart, please don't dislike it."

After Mao Jingya successfully delivered the gift, she chatted with each other for a few words, and then she said goodbye with interest.

Song Weaving, as the master, still understands the truth of courtesy.

Before Mao Jingya flashed away, she hurriedly stuffed the pill bottle handed by Zhao Muyang.

"Hehehe, little weaving, are you really only eighteen years old?"

"It's so slippery, and your little tender face, but it doesn't match at all!"

Mao Jingya was simply hilarious, touched Song Zhi's cheek, she accepted the pill bottle, and left quickly with someone.

It's just that before leaving, Mao Jingya sent a personal contact letter to Song Weaving.