"Come, Brother Zhang, let's go!"

Li Ping'an wandered wantonly, hugging left and right in the seat, like a skilled veteran, he looked at Zhang Qinghe proudly.

"It is rumored that Brother Zhang is a veteran of flowers, but when I look at it today, the rumors are not true.

But thanks to Brother Zhang's face, I can kiss the fragrance of a few girls today!"

Li Ping'an teased the snow-like chin of the woman beside him, making this beautiful jade-like person look like a peach blossom.

These are a few famous Qingqi in the Luanfeng Pavilion, and they usually don't see guests.

But Luan Fengge since Zhang Qinghe after a night, in Chang'an City famous, for a time to overwhelm the remaining fireworks hall, has become a famous elegant place, seeing Zhang Qinghe come, the main thing is naturally good to entertain.

But although Zhang Qinghe tried his best to make his usual complexion, he couldn't hide the slight flush.

He was a chick, and nothing happened that night.

Li Ping'an was calm, patted his hands to the beat, and half-leaned his head on a woman's shoulder.

The small furnace is smoky, and the splendid carved beams are half-dissolved, and the condensed fat is observed; the jade people dance, such as grinding; the body is fragrant, and the eyes are the same as the spring water......

Zhang Qinghe didn't make any moves, just watched Li Ping'an enjoy it.

Li Ping'an is not out of line, but regretfully smashes his mouth, although he is unscrupulous, he knows that when he comes to Luanfeng Pavilion today, he can only taste it and stay in the category of elegant things.

He clapped his hands and motioned to stop.

"A few girls are tired, music is a wonderful sound in the sky, and the dance is also the same as that of Lingbo immortals, but I invite Haosheng to go back to the room to rest, and I want to talk about some privacy with Brother Zhang. ”

Li Ping'an gave a tip, and several Qing'an retreated with interest, with a happy face, and today can be regarded as escaping.

You must know that without a body and reserve, you can't be this sought-after Qinglinger.

What is not obtained, what is not obtained, is always the best.

Zhang Qinghe felt that Li Ping'an's kung fu of observing words and emotions was really good, and before he could speak, Li Ping'an took a step ahead of him and prevented him from being the villain who disturbed Fengyue.

Zhang Qinghe didn't go around in circles with him, and said straight to the point: "A while ago, Ling Zun made a deal with me. ”

"Oh......?"

Li Ping'an lowered his expression slightly, thinking silently.

A while ago, he felt strange, a character like Lao Tzu in his own family, there is nothing that cannot be done, and on weekdays, he said that if he wants to cut off Li Ping'an's contacts, he will inevitably do it.

But Zhang Qinghe brushed his face, not only was he fine, but he also took the ancestral relics out of the house in a grand manner, which was really confusing. Today, he really has other plans.

"On the bright side, I went to Zhen'an for this experience, and the Demon King's Mansion handed over the flowing water of Jucaixuan to me. ”

When Zhang Qinghe said this, his eyes looked directly at Li Ping'an, wanting to see something in his eyes.

Li Ping'an had no other emotions, but the look of concern on his face was heavier.

"But actually, I've heard...... There is a secret realm left by Brother Li's ancestors in Zhen'an, which has...... The inheritance of Brother Li's ancestors. ”

Li Ping'an's eyes widened suddenly, his muscles flared up, and the hand that grabbed the wine glass actually trembled a little.

Zhang Qinghe looked at him hesitantly, and actually saw the fear in his eyes.

"Can't go ......"

He grabbed Zhang Qinghe's cuffs.

"Can't go, can't go, can't go......"

"Brother Zhang, you can't go to ......"

Li Ping'an's eyes were filled with panic and pleading, as if he had heard something shocking.

"Brother Li...... Brother Li, calm down!"

Zhang Qinghe tried to inject a clear and peaceful spiritual breath into Li Ping'an's Meixin Mud Pill Palace, but he was squeezed out.

"Huh?"

Zhang Qinghe tried to turn on the spiritual vision, but Li Ping'an was still a mortal under the spiritual vision, unchanged, no different from the others, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Zhang Qinghe probed again with Lingyuan, and sure enough, it was as if someone had built an invisible barrier in Li Ping'an's Mud Pill Palace, blocking the entry of all external influences.

He carefully used the Star Cultivation Divine Method to separate a trace of divine soul, put his hand on Li Ping'an's forehead, and continued to probe towards him who was in a panic.

As the wisp of divine soul sank shallowly, the things outside Li Ping'an's Mud Pill Palace were faintly revealed.

I saw countless complex Taoist texts surging alternately, circulating in circulation, forming a large array that was completely incomprehensible with Zhang Qinghe's Taoist attainments at Li Ping'an's spiritual soul.

That text is from the line of the hidden prince, one by one, with a distorted divinity, resonating with the whispers of the immortals, distorted and chaotic, but they are locked in the place where they should be by the chain of order gods, and can only express their anger hysterically, as if they have been greatly insulted, and they can't stop wailing.

"Suppress, defend, and ban ......"

The Daoist system of this forbidden formation pattern was too complicated, and Zhang Qinghe's trace of divine soul contained in the spirit yuan was really difficult to analyze, and he could only identify a few main functions.

Could it be that Li Ping'an really has a chronic illness, and he dies when he practices?

Or is it ...... Li Ping'an is not a pure mortal, he has a big secret?

The people in the Demon King's Mansion in this town are all in big trouble!

Li Ping'an was already in a daze.

Since he couldn't settle down with spiritual rest, Zhang Qinghe had no choice but to transport the spiritual yuan to his mouthpiece and shouted loudly-

"Brother Li, wake up!"

Li Ping'an was dazed, only to find that his back had been soaked with cold sweat, and he was in an abyss-like fear and couldn't extricate himself.

"Thank you...... Thank you, Brother Zhang......"

Li Ping'an snorted, no longer the casual energy of the prodigal son of the family.

He sorted out his emotions for a while, and then drank back from the bustard and the servants who had come to check on him because of the movement.

Before leaving, the old bustard looked at him sweaty and disheveled, and glanced at Zhang Qinghe strangely.

Zhang Qinghe's heart tightened, and he was a little melancholy.

"I also asked Brother Zhang to expand the spirit yuan for the purpose of muffling the sound, and the spirit was also scattered around, in case the wall had ears. ”

Li Ping'an seemed to have made a decision, pursed his lips dryly, poured the wine glass to the brim, and drank it all, as if it would take a lot of effort to say the next few words.

"My friendship with Brother Zhang and Brother Wang began with my father's comments. Everybody thinks that he doesn't allow me to practice, so I hate him, but it's not.

Li Huizhi's person, or Li Huizhi's ...... Something, most likely, is no longer my father.

I wasn't going to say much because I thought his next target was me......

But I didn't expect Brother Zhang to enter this game, yes, you are a natural Dao fetus, how could he not be tempted!"

He took a deep breath, intending to confront his past.

"What I'm going to say next, Brother Zhang, don't be afraid......"