After listening to the storyteller's story for a while, some of the men present laughed, while some of the women had crimson faces and unnatural expressions.

This golden bottle plum is simply an obscene book and must be banned.

Presumably, the person who wrote this book is not a good thing.

On the second floor.

Su Qingcheng looked at Ye Lingtian speechlessly, this golden bottle of plum must have come from Ye Lingtian's hand.

Feelings: What she and Qin Pujia saw last time was just obscene poems and bad words, and what the storyteller said was the text!

Ye Lingtian, this guy, is really a big color embryo.

Ye Lingtian said solemnly: "Don't think about it, this book was not written by this son. ”

"Huh! Who does the third prince think wrote it? ”

Su Qingcheng asked sarcastically, it is only a color embryo like Ye Lingtian who can write such an obscene book, who else is he?

Ye Lingtian said seriously: "This is written by Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng. ”

"Lanling smiles?"

Su Qingcheng glanced at Ye Lingtian, naturally he wouldn't believe this guy's nonsense.

"That's it! That's all for today. ”

The storyteller had a smile on his face, since this golden plum came out, he simply couldn't put it down, and he had to read it several times a day.

Sometimes he is very curious about who this anonymous person is, who can write such a strange book as Jin Zhumei and Jun Confusing the World.

He dared to say it, but as for the king who bewitched the world, he didn't dare to mention the slightest, because the title of the book was strange, and the content of the book was even more weird.

"Dare to ask this gentleman, do you know who this anonymous person is?"

Someone curiously asked the storyteller to see who had written such a lascivious book.

The storyteller shook his head and said, "I just got this book by chance, and I don't know who the author of the book is." ”

A woman sneered: "The person who wrote this book must be a prodigal son, so he doesn't dare to show his true face." ”

Someone retorted: "According to the grapevine, this book may have been written by Yan Shengle, the son of Xueyue." ”

When the storyteller heard this, he laughed and said: "I can tell you for sure that this book was not written by Yan Shengle, although Yan Shengle has a poetic talent, he can't write such a masterpiece, and he doesn't have the courage." ”

Everyone was a little puzzled, why was the storyteller so sure?

"A masterpiece of the world!"

Su Qingcheng looked at Ye Lingtian with a disgusted expression, withdrew his hand, and walked towards his room.

......

Four days later.

Some people from the rivers and lakes rushed to Hanshan Temple in advance, planning to rest for a day in Hanshan Temple and then participate in tomorrow's martial arts conference.

As for the purpose, it is naturally to find out the whereabouts of the Immortal Seal in advance, and there are many people who are interested in this thing.

"Far up the cold mountain stone path slopes, deep in the white clouds there are people. Parking sits in love with the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are red in February! ”

On a road, Ye Lingtian sat on horseback, his hands tightly wrapped around Su Qingcheng's waist, and he read poems with a comfortable expression.

Su Qingcheng knew what Qin Pujia felt last time, Ye Lingtian, this bastard, had been pinching her belly, which was extremely hateful.

"Childe, don't we have a carriage? Why not take a horse-drawn carriage? ”

Su Qingcheng subconsciously pulled Ye Lingtian's hand, but found that this guy was hugging him so close that he couldn't pull it apart at all.

Ye Lingtian said as a matter of course: "The road up the mountain is too rugged, and it is inconvenient to take a carriage. ”

"Then will you let go of your hand? It's hard for you to strangle me like this......"

Su Qingcheng was a little speechless in his heart, this guy was simply a scoundrel, and he didn't have any master's cultivation at all.

"Okay!"

Ye Lingtian was light.

Seeing this, Su Qingcheng instantly pushed Ye Lingtian off the horse, and a smug smile appeared on his face: "Childe, I'm waiting for you in Hanshan Temple!" ”

After saying that, he rode away at a gallop.

Ye Lingtian was lying on the ground, a smile appeared on his face.

"At such a time, you can still laugh?"

A clear voice sounded, and Mu Xueli appeared here.

Ye Lingtian asked, "How is the situation when you fight her?" ”

Mu Xueli chuckled: "Simple fight, no big fight, but she is very strong, I don't have the slightest confidence that I can take her, and I don't want to fight her to the death." ”

Ye Lingtian sighed and said, "Being entangled by her is indeed a big trouble. ”

Mu Xueli stared at Ye Lingtian with a strange expression: "In the Medicine King Valley, what happened to you and her?" Her murderous intent is very strong, and she probably won't let you go. ”

"It's hard to put into words!"

Ye Lingtian looked at the sky with a lazy expression.

Mu Xueli thought for a moment: "If you can find the one in the cold pool, maybe I can block it for you." ”

"Qi Qingsi? It's hard to say if I'll find her, and even if I do, she's not necessarily going to do it for me. ”

Ye Lingtian said with a smile.

Mu Xueli said: "Qi Qingsi has a quirk, that is, the person she wants to kill must be killed by herself, if others dare to get involved, she will definitely not agree, maybe you can use it a little." ”

Ye Lingtian couldn't cry or laugh: "You're trying to let me provoke two killers." ”

Mu Xueli smiled and said, "That's it, you make your own decisions." ”

With that, she flew away.

"Hey!"

Ye Lingtian got up from the ground and left in another direction.

......

Under Hanshan Temple.

There is a cold pool, bottomless.

Around the cold pool, there are more than a dozen powerful monks who take turns to guard, day and night.

"Uncle Zhao, this is it!"

Not far away, a fine light flashed in Hua Jieyu's eyes.

Zhao Shanhe and Nian Hongyu stared at the cold pool in front of them, and after their many verifications, the saintess did not die directly in the past, but fell into this cold pool.

This time they came to Hanshan Temple, their purpose was to find Qi Qingsi, even if the other party died, they would bring her bones back.

Zhao Shanhe didn't talk nonsense, and flew forward in an instant, and he had to quickly solve these monks.

"Who?"

Seeing Zhao Shanhe rushing over, these monks stared at each other and immediately made a move.

Rumble!

Zhao Shanhe waved his hand casually, and his strength was like a thousand pounds, directly knocking out several monks in front of him, and the rest of the monks hurriedly rushed up.

"Look for death!"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was about to pull out the Shanhe sword.

"Amitabha! Master Zhao, don't come unharmed! ”

A voice of compassion sounded, and an old monk in a robe appeared in the field, the old monk folded his hands, and the aura on his body was very strong, he was a powerhouse at the level of a great grandmaster.

"Zen Master Wuxiang!"

Zhao Shanhe ignored the old monk in front of him.

Wuxiang Zen Master, the existence of the middle stage of the Great Grandmaster, one of the two Great Masters of Hanshan Temple, his strength is second only to Master Deadwood.

Wuxiang Zen Master looked at Zhao Shanhe and said with emotion: "I can't imagine that I haven't seen him for twenty years, and Zhao Shizhu's cultivation has not only been fully restored, but also gone further, which is gratifying!" ”

"Really?"

Zhao Shanhe instantly pulled out the Shanhe Sword and slashed towards the Wuxiang Zen Master.

The Wuxiang Zen Master did not dare to be careless, and waved the palm of the Great Ka Ye to face the battle.

The rest of the monks rushed to Hua Jieyu and chanted the red fish.

The Great War begins.

"It seems that I still look up to Zhao Shanhe......"

Ye Lingtian, who was hiding in the shadows, quietly sneaked into the cold pool, and if he wanted to find Qi Qingsi, he had to take action himself.