When Lin Chuan visited Tianyuan Pavilion before, he had fallen in love with a woman in Tianyuan Pavilion in a short period of three months, but the woman had no intention of Lin Chuan, so Lin Chuan thought about asking Zhuge Ang to think of a way. Zhuge Ang agreed happily, saying that he would help him promote this marriage, but he didn't want to, he came up with a trick of "raw rice cooked and matured", which almost ruined the girl's innocence and almost ruined his reputation.

Another time, he asked Zhuge Ang to invite Si Chentian to drink, but he invited him, but he didn't want to take advantage of Si Chentian's drunkenness and dragged people to the land of fireworks, so that he was almost not driven by Si Chentian. The loss is Si Chentian, if you want to change the other people with bad tempers, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as being kicked out.

You must know that Si Chentian was one of the best sons in the Xianmen at that time, and his reputation was very high, if he was innocent because he drank with him once, he would become an unforgivable sinner in the Xianmen.

Think about it carefully, over the years, I have asked Zhuge Ang for things, and indeed none of them have been done well. Lin Chuan shook his head, pulled his thoughts back from the distant memories, and waved his hand to Zhuge Ang: "That's it, it's not an important thing, and it doesn't have to be you!"

Saying that, Lin Chuan turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhuge Ang, "You wait for me!" Zhuge Ang stopped in front of him with his sword, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Why am I so upset when I hear this? Do you mean that you don't want to trust non-people?"

"Is there one?" Lin Chuan pretended to be confused, "You think too much!"

"Gotta get ......" Zhuge Ang put down his sword, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked disapproving, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing that Zhuge Ang cared so much, Lin Chuan couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and his face was still unshocked, "It's all said, it's not an important matter, since you don't want to help, I don't need to tell you!"

Saying this, Zhuge Ang became even more interested, took a step forward, and approached Lin Chuan's face, Lin Chuan leaned back an inch, with a smile on his face for no reason.

Zhuge Ang asked: "You tell me first, and then I will decide whether I want to help you!"

Lin Chuan smiled: "It's really hard for you!"

Zhuge Ang raised his hand holding the sword and put the sword in front of Lin Chuan's eyes: "Do you want to say it?"

Lin Chuan stretched out his hand to block his chest, "I said." ”

Zhuge Ang straightened up and withdrew his sword, so he heard Lin Chuan speak: "But I just want you to keep an eye on it for me when you are in the imperial city, if there is a suspicious person in the Demon Dao, please let me know, if you can......"

"Go on!"

"It's better if you can catch it!"

"Okay, you, you want my second son of the dignified Xianmen to be an errand boy for your Demon Dao! Why should I!" Zhuge Ang suddenly lost his temper, "Is it because you look black or because you are so black and shiny?"

Lin Chuan was stunned like this, the hand holding the sword instantly tightened, he couldn't bear the unhappiness, and followed Zhuge Ang's words: "You might as well rely on me to be a little whiter than before!"

When he said this, the corners of Zhuge Ang's mouth, who wanted to continue to make fun of Lin Chuan, twitched a few times, and he didn't know how to continue for a while, so he could only laugh dryly twice, and continued: "Come on, I'm not poor with you." Anyway, I promise you!"

Accepting his request so easily, Lin Chuan looked a little stunned. And Zhuge Ang carefully studied Lin Chuan's expression, as if he understood his thoughts, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "I know what you're thinking!

Lin Chuan looked at Zhuge Ang's angular face in disbelief, and the corners of his jaw had already emerged because of the stubble that was neglected, but the slightly sloppy face rarely showed a serious look, so he put his mind at ease and replied with a smile: "What are you talking about! I'm not afraid of delaying your drinking time!"

"Heh!" Zhuge Ang didn't answer, but answered softly, and he already had an answer in his heart. Compared with the tranquility of the Three Realms, he naturally knew which was more important.

But Lin Chuan didn't know that what he said when he was drunk that night had been remembered clearly by Zhuge Ang, and he naturally knew the stakes, so in the face of what Lin Chuan had just entrusted, it would be so easy to agree.

However, until the seventh day of the eighth month, he must return to Tianyuan Pavilion, and when the time comes, I am afraid that he will have to hand over this time to Chen Zhixuan, thinking of this, he hesitated a little. For one, Chen Zhixuan didn't seem to care about these things, and he didn't seem to have much of a mind to care about them. Second, if it is handed over to Chen Zhixuan, he seems to owe him a favor again. However, after thinking about it, I owe him a lot of favors, so I will save it first, and then pay it back slowly.

got Zhuge Ang's promise, and Lin Chuan left with peace of mind.

After Lin Chuan left, Zhuge Ang stood in place with a little loss, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly sensed Chen Zhixuan's arrival.

"That night, you should have heard it all, right?" Speaking unhurriedly, Zhuge Ang turned his head, looked at Chen Zhixuan unabashedly and asked, "Who do you think Lin Chuan's mouth is talking about in the Demon Dao?"

Chen Zhixuan looked at Zhuge Ang, who was rare to be so serious, shook his head, and replied to him indifferently: "I don't know." ”

"Cut!" The answer he got was not what he wanted, Zhuge Ang threw him a roll of his eyes, did not ask again, but crossed over to his side, and said slowly: "I shouldn't have asked you!

Looking at Zhuge Ang's back, Chen Zhixuan sighed and whispered to himself, "Who could it be?" laughed lightly, and then followed Zhuge Ang back to the imperial city.

When I returned to the city, it was nearly dusk, but there were no pedestrians on the streets.

Since the rumors of the spirits of Changqing Mountain spread wantonly in the city, it was an imperial city that sang and sang every night, and before it was dark, every household closed its doors, making the huge city not angry at all.

There were no pedestrians, and the street was so deserted, Zhuge Ang felt bored, so he could only go back to Chen Zhixuan's carpenter shop early, open the pot of wine given to him by the Jinguan, and drink it by himself. Chen Zhixuan was still busy repairing his weapons, and the two of them were busy with their own affairs, and they had nothing to say for a while.

On Jinguan's side, after a long journey, he finally saw a glimmer of light in the thick fog, which was the scorching sunlight that he hadn't felt for a long time.

After walking the last hundred steps of the stone steps down the mountain, through a long bamboo forest, they finally passed through this dangerous old turtle mountain.

The tension along the way disappeared in an instant the moment they were bathed in the sun, and everyone took a long breath and randomly found an open space to sit down, ready to rest.