"Yu Wenmo, a disciple of the Yang seat of the Town Guard Mansion, has come to meet His Excellency Changshengjun on the order of the master!"

Dressed in white, Yu Wenmo, who had an extraordinary aura, stood at the door of the Falling Soul Cliff and said loudly with his hands respectfully. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As Yu Wenmo's words fell, as if the inside had been prepared, the door of the Falling Soul Cliff slowly opened, and two middle-aged people in green robes greeted them, and after politely bowing their hands in return, they stepped aside and stretched out their hands to invite in.

"Yuwen Gongzi, please come in!" the two led Yuwen Mo to the front of the main hall, and stretched out their hands again and said respectfully.

Yu Wenmo nodded slightly, and then walked into the somewhat dimly lit hall with his head held high.

Walking into the main hall, I saw a person sitting lazily on a black iron throne in the deepest part of the main hall, stretching out his hand to support his chin, leaning obliquely on the throne, on that familiar face, full of faint sleepiness.

And on the left side below him, there was also a person sitting at this time, and Yu Wenmo recognized it at a glance, it was the Fallen Soul Cliff Lord Falling Soul Son!

"Yuwen, you're here... Sit down!" Xiao Nan, who was sitting on the black iron throne, seemed to sense Yu Wenmo's arrival, and opened his eyes with a slight effort, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes that seemed to be extraordinarily bright in the confusion.

Looking at Yu Wenmo, who was about to bow over there, he stretched out his hand and said casually: "You and I don't need to be polite!"

Yuwen looked at Yi Xiaonan on the throne steadily, and on his handsome face, he also showed a relaxed smile, and after bowing his hand slightly, he turned to the Fallen Soul Son who was sitting on the left, and arched his hand: "I've seen the Fallen Soul Cliff Lord!"

"Yuwen Gongzi is polite, please take a seat!" On the cold face of the fallen soul over there, which had always been like a thousand years of ice, he squeezed out a smile, and got up and bowed in return.

As soon as he sat down on the Taishi chair at the head of the right, a beautiful girl of fourteen or fifteen years old came up next to him and offered a cup of fragrant tea.

Yu Wenmo stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup, pinched the lid of the cup and looked at the turquoise tea soup inside, gently leaned to the end of his nose and took a deep sip of the tea fragrance, his eyes lit up slightly, and then slowly took a sip of the tea soup;

With this mouthful of tea soup, Yu Wenmo closed his eyes slightly, and sighed in surprise: "Youbi Ling Tea, it really has no reputation!"

"Yuwen Gongzi praised it falsely, since Gongzi likes it, Falling Soul Cliff has also prepared two catties of new tea for this year, and I will give it to Gongzi and the mansion master to taste!"

Yuwen Mo's face was slightly happy, he leaned forward slightly, and thanked him: "The cliff master has a heart, Yuwen Mo has thanked the teacher on behalf of him!"

"Heh..."Yi Xiaonan, who was sitting on the throne, yawned lightly, seemed to be a little impatient, and said with a little tiredness: "Yuwen, the mansion master asked you to come to me, what's the matter?"

Hearing Xiao Nan's words, Yu Wenmo's eyes flashed, he sat up a little straight, and arched his hand: "The teacher asked me to ask Jun Shang, the promise deadline has expired, I don't know when Jun Shang is going to officially let Yi Xiaobao get started!"

After saying that, Yu Wenmo took a light breath and looked at Yi Xiaonan steadily, waiting for the other party's answer.

"Oh... This matter!" Xiao Nan nodded slowly, opened his eyes, and sighed: "Recently, my consciousness has been unstable, and many things have been a little lost, if it wasn't for the mansion master to mention it, I really almost forgot about it!"

Hearing Xiao Nan's words, Yuwen Mo's heart tightened slightly, and he was silent, waiting for the other party to continue his words.

I only heard Xiao Nan, and continued: "Since the deadline has arrived, let me think about it..."

As if Xiaonan stretched out his hand and knocked on his head, then laughed, and said, "In this way, after March, please ask the mansion master to pick a date, and we will do this!"

"After March!" Yu Wenmo's eyes lit up, his expression quickly relaxed, looking at the lazy expression of Xiao Nan on the throne, as well as the bright eyes, his heart was settled, he got up and smiled: "So good, when I return to the teacher, choose two days, and then ask the king to decide!"

"There's no need for such trouble, the mansion master will settle down, there's no problem on my side!" Xiao Nan yawned casually, got up, and said, "Okay, I'm a little sleepy, so I won't keep you much, I'll see you after March!"

"Okay!" Yu Wenmo didn't seem to care about the unkind appearance of his former friend, and just smiled and replied.

"Fallen Soul, send one to Yuwen on my behalf!" As if Xiaonan waved his hand casually, he lazily walked towards the side door of the main hall.

Luo Soul Zi bowed slightly towards the back yin, and watched as Xiao Nan disappeared at the side door, then he stretched out his hand towards Yuwen Mo and said, "Yuwen Gongzi, please!"

"Thank you Cliff Master!" Facing this great evil cultivator, Yuwen Mo thanked him and smiled.

Coming out of the Falling Soul Cliff, Yu Wenmo didn't stay long, and went directly back to the town guard's mansion.

After returning to the town guard's mansion, washing up a little, and washing away the dust all the way, Yu Wenmo held a delicate and simple tea box in both hands and walked towards the Qingfeng Tower on the top of the mountain.

"I'm back!" Na Yang was standing in front of the window, looking at the red leaves outside the window, hearing the footsteps behind him, slowly turning around, and said softly.

"The disciple is back!" Yu Wenmo replied respectfully, then smiled and picked up the tea box with both hands, and said, "Teacher, this is the ghost spirit tea that the Lord of the Fallen Soul Cliff gave you!"

"The tea that Falling Soul gave me?" That Yang was slightly stunned, looked at Yu Wenmo twice, laughed, reached out to take the tea box, and said, "It seems that he agreed?"

"Exactly, His Excellency Changshengjun said that the teacher would like to choose a date, and after March, the portable little junior brother will officially come to the door to worship the teacher!" Yu Wenmo smiled respectfully.

Na Yang nodded with a light smile, reached out and put the tea box aside, sat down behind the table, his expression was slightly solemn, and said, "What do you think?"

"Although it has changed a lot, I think it should be like Xiao Nan is good!" Yuwen said slowly: "Judging from the current situation, he is quite sleepy, and it seems that he is still in a state of unstable spirit!"

Speaking of this, Yu Wenmo said again: "But this is just the disciple's personal feeling, if he deliberately disguises, the disciple is not 100% sure!"

"After all, the period of March must be the time required for the stability of his soul!"

Hearing Yu Wenmo's words, Yang groaned slightly, and then laughed lightly: "It's okay... March is March, and March is the New Year, so let's set the fifteenth day of the first month..."

"Okay, the disciple will send a message to the Fallen Soul Cliff when he turns around!" Yu Wenmo replied respectfully, but he was still worried: "Teacher, do you trust the disciple's judgment?"

"Six, seventy!" Yang smiled slightly and said, "Although Changshengjun is scheming, it seems that Xiao Nan is a person with an extremely deep fortune;

"And with what you said, Xiao Nan's state is not stable, if the Immortal Monarch is afraid that he will not dare to take such a risk to appear in front of me!"

"On the contrary, if Xiao Nan successfully devours all the divine consciousness of the Immortal Monarch, then the thousand-year-old experience will not be absorbed in three or five months, and it will naturally be normal for the divine soul to be unstable!"

Speaking of this, Na Yang smiled slowly: "There are six or seven percent certainty... That's enough! If it's not what we want, then it can't be, and the rebirth of the Immortal King 10 is beyond my control... Let's see..."

Yu Wenmo nodded slowly, and then said: "The current situation of the Falling Soul Cliff seems that the Fallen Soul Son is under the Immortal Monarch, and he is extremely respectful to the Immortal Monarch, but I am afraid that this Falling Soul Cliff is completely under the control of the Immortal Monarch!"

"Oh?" Yang was slightly surprised, but Xuan even laughed again, and said, "That's also a good thing, otherwise where would I have the opportunity to taste this ghost spirit tea again?"

Seeing that the teacher didn't seem to want to say more, Yu Wenmo bowed slightly, and slowly retreated.

As Yu Wenmo retreated, Na Yang reached out to open the tea box, took out one of the delicate small wooden cans, opened it to the end of his nose and sniffed it, and smiled with satisfaction...

"Good tea!"