“...... The Second Demon said: 'I took it and locked it in the hole.' Now that you have come, you must seek war. I will not fight with you, but I will call you, will you dare to answer me?' The walker said, 'I am afraid that if you call a thousand times, I will promise you ten thousand!'......"

When Ziyuan first arrived at the Floating Flower Palace, the work and rest habits of the eldest lady of the City Lord's Mansion had not yet been adjusted, in order to leave a good impression on her master Lin Zhiyun, she rarely got up at the same time, thinking that she had woken up early.

Unexpectedly, the dressing was finished, and when he came to the door, he found that in the courtyard, all the people from the Floating Flower Palace were sitting in two rows, their eyes were blazing, and they were listening intently to Zhong Wen on the steps ahead.

What's going on?

Morning class?

Ziyuan counted the people in the courtyard and found that except for Master Lin Zhiyun and Senior Sister Zheng Yueting, all the other disciples on the mountain had already arrived, and even the elder Shangguan Junyi and Senior Uncle Leng Wushuang were not absent, and they couldn't help but panic, for fear that they had missed some important sect ceremonies.

She was like a student who was late for class, afraid of attracting attention, but just tiptoed in to listen, trying to find out.

“...... The Great Sage made a method, which meant just to coax him to shake it, and suddenly shouted, 'Oh my God, the lonely crutch has melted!' The demon will not shake either. The Great Sage shouted again: "Mother, even the waist has been dissolved!" ...... ”

Zhong Wen held a folding fan in his right hand, tied a belt on his head, stood on the third-step stone platform and squeezed his eyebrows, dancing with his hands, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying and mourning, his expression was extremely rich.

Zi Yuan listened and listened, and gradually felt that something was wrong.

What Zhong Wen said in his mouth is neither the cultivation know-how of the spiritual skills of the exercises, nor the experience teaching of alchemy tools, but it sounds more like the content of a small talk book.

Seeing that everyone was fascinated by what they heard, she was embarrassed to ask, so she had to quietly come to the stone bench in the corner and sit down, with her white jade hands supporting her chin, quietly staring at Zhong Wen's performance.

Gradually, she felt that although the content of Zhong Wen's speech had no beginning or end, it sounded quite interesting, and she was a little addicted to it and couldn't extricate herself.

"When will ...... get the West Heaven, and listen to the next decomposition!" Zhong Wen put the folding fan in his hand "snapped", ending the day's Journey to the West explanation.

With his declaration, the originally quiet courtyard suddenly became lively, and there were bursts of discussion and laughter.

"I'll call you, do you dare to answer me?" Xiao Lori held an apple in her hand and said to Shen Xiaowan.

Liu Qiqi took Yin Ning'er's hand, as if begging this cold junior sister to grow a "purple gold gourd" for herself.

And Shangguan Junyi had a gentle smile on his face, whispering to Leng Wushuang, covering his lips and smiling from time to time, and he didn't know what happy things he was saying.

Zi Yuan looked at the scene in the courtyard, and felt that the people at the Floating Flower Palace Gate were not only beautiful and moving, but also had happy and confident expressions on their faces, completely lacking the sense of humility that prevailed in secular women.

The girls' expressions seemed to say, my life is in my own hands.

It's good to be able to worship such a sect.

Zi Yuan felt a sense of pride in her heart, and she slowly stood up and walked towards the crowd.

"Second Senior Sister!" Seeing this beautiful senior sister who was just starting out, Little Lori happily shook the apple in her hand to greet her, "Do you also come to listen to Zhong Wenjiang's 'Journey to the West'?"

Journey?

Zi Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and was about to ask, but he heard a sudden "poof" sound above his head.

Looking up, I saw a lively and cute messenger bird waving its wings and flying straight in the direction of the corridor behind the steps.

A slender jade hand with fingertips like bamboo shoots and lotus roots stretched out from behind the pillar, catching the messenger bird with the back of its white and flawless hand.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhiyun's graceful figure appeared behind the pillar, with long hair reaching to her waist, a fluttering blue skirt, and a peerless elegance, like a fairy.

It turned out that Master was in the hallway, why didn't she come out and sit with everyone?

When Ziyuan first arrived, she had a lot of doubts in her heart, but she was embarrassed to ask, and she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

The rest of the people seemed to have expected it, and they seemed to be accustomed to the fact that the palace master was hiding behind the pillar.

"Zhong Wen, Ling'er sent a letter, saying that something happened to the imperial capital. Lin Zhiyun's eyes swept over the piece of paper on the messenger's bird's leg, her face changed slightly, she turned her head to look at Zhong Wen and said, "His Majesty the Emperor has a strange illness and is unconscious. ”

Li ...... Your Majesty, as a Lingzun boss, can actually get sick?" Zhong Wen was surprised.

"With such an accident, Ling'er and Sister Ye may stay in the imperial capital for a while longer. Lin Zhiyun continued, "What she means is that she hopes you can go to the imperial capital again." ”

"Do you want me to treat the emperor?" Zhong Wen guessed.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, she probably meant it. Lin Zhiyun glanced at the letter again, but did not find an answer, so she had to figure out what Nangong Ling meant.

"I've only been back for a while, do you want me to go to the imperial capital to work?" Zhong Wen felt a little uninterested at the thought of going to save Li Jiuye's door-slamming uncle, and couldn't help but complain, "Sister Nangong likes to send people. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up at the door, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Brother Zhongwen!" After a while, a thin figure in ragged clothes stepped into the courtyard gate, followed by a sturdy brown figure.

When the eyes of the first person swept over the beauties in the courtyard, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then his eyes stayed on Zhong Wen, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly, but in his voice, there was a trace of weakness that was difficult to hide.

"Brother Gou?" Zhong Wen had already sensed the breath of the person, it was Gou Datong, the owner of the eighteenth peak of the former Liangshan Mountain, but he still asked in surprise, "Why didn't you stay in the imperial capital to help Thirteen Niang run the 'SF Express', why did you come to southern Xinjiang?"

"Brother Zhong Wen, Thirteen Niang has an accident!" Gou Datong walked quickly to Zhong Wen's side, his face full of anxiety, "Brother, I have no other way, I have to come to Qingfeng Mountain to ask for your help, and please save her no matter what!"

"What!" Zhong Wen's face changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, talk slowly, what's going on?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has attacked our brother Liangshan. Gou Datong took a breath, and continued, "I got the secret word of Thirteen Niang, and hurriedly came to Qingfeng Mountain for help, but was chased and killed by the prince's guards all the way. ”

"Little brother, it's okay!" Zhong Wen glanced up at Zheng Qiyuan behind Gou Datong, with a hint of approval and amazement in his eyes, "I haven't seen you for so many days, and I have already cultivated the Heavenly Wheel." ”

"It's all the credit of Brother Zhong. Zheng Qiyuan smiled shyly.

"His Majesty the Emperor has personally promised to pardon Thirteen Niang. Zhong Wen looked at Gou Datong again, with a puzzled expression, "How can the prince be so bold and dare to go against the emperor's will?"

"Could it have something to do with His Majesty's coma?" Lin Zhiyun said suddenly.

Zhong Wen listened to her words, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, as if he had figured out something: "Brother Gou, don't worry, the prince does something to the heroes of Liangshan, most of them have other plans, Thirteen Niang will not worry about her life for the time being, I will go to the imperial capital, as long as I can save the emperor, the crisis of Thirteen Niang will naturally be solved." ”

"Thank you, thank you!" Gou Datong was so excited that he was incoherent, "Apart from you, I really can't think of anyone else who would be willing to help our people in Liangshan, my brother really doesn't know how to thank you!"

"What did Brother Gou say, I was the one who persuaded you to take refuge in the imperial court. Zhong Wen smiled and shook his head and said, "Now that you are suffering because of this, if I still stand by and watch, will I have a bad conscience?"

"Little brother, go to the imperial capital and greet Yue'er on my behalf. Shangguan Junyi suddenly spoke.

"Since Sister Junyi misses her relatives so much, why don't you go with me?" Zhong Wenchen said with a smile.

"You go to save that Thirteen Niang, what is my sister going to do with you?" Unexpectedly, Shangguan Junyi glanced at him and resolutely refused, "I'm not so uninteresting." ”

Zhong Wen: "......"

He felt that Shangguan Junyi seemed to have a deep misunderstanding of him, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he had to touch his nose with a wry smile.

"Brother Zhong, where is my sister?" Zheng Qiyuan just rightly broke the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Tingting is in retreat, if you want to see her, I'm afraid you will have to wait for more than ten days. Zhong Wen seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw as if he had drowned, and hurriedly replied.

Since getting the Dao Zhu of the "Sky Guest" Li Daoyin, Zheng Yueting has fallen into a state of meditation, referring to Lin Zhiyun's process of understanding the Dao Zhu, Zhong Wen estimated that she would not be able to wake up in ten days and half a month.

"That's ......," Zheng Qiyuan showed a hint of disappointment on his face.

"Little brother. Zhong Wen felt the majestic and abnormal spiritual power in Zheng Qiyuan's body, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly reached out and hooked his shoulder and said, "You are also not a small one, and now that your cultivation has reached the realm of the Heavenly Wheel, it is time to develop your own career." ”

"Your own career?" Zheng Qiyuan was still young, and he was at a loss when he heard it.

"At the beginning, I used the banner of the 'Heavenly Sword Alliance' to defeat the people of the Silver Ring Chamber of Commerce. Zhong Wen smiled and encouraged, "What do you think of this alliance of people who rule the world and make swords?"

"Isn't the 'Heavenly Sword Alliance' made up?" Zheng Qiyuan said puzzled.

"Just because we didn't have it before doesn't mean we can't have it in the future. Zhong Wen patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Little brother, I see that your bones are clear and your Yin Hall is shining, and you will definitely be a rare hero and hero in the world in the future, so I am determined to entrust you with the important task of creating the 'Heavenly Sword Alliance'." ”

"What!" Zheng Qiyuan was taken aback, and said hesitantly, "I—I'm afraid I can't do it, right?"

"Nonsense, how can a man say no?" Zhong Wen's face sank, and he said sharply, "I will give you some gold-grade cultivation exercises and sword skills, so that you can recruit swordsmen from all over the world to join the alliance, and in a few years, you will be the leader of all the swordsmen in the world, commanding the world, don't dare to disobey, wouldn't it be happy?"

"Really, can I?" Zheng Qiyuan is not yet fifteen years old this year, which is the age when young people love to dream, and being fooled by Zhong Wen like this, his heart was suddenly surging, his blood was boiling, and he could hardly help himself.

"Believe me, you are the chosen one from heaven, the child of destiny. Zhong Wen's voice was like a demon that tempted him to commit crimes, "With my assistance from the side, how can there be any reason why it will not succeed?"

"That'...... I'll just give it a try. "An ignorant and ignorant teenager is being toyed with by Zhong Wen's old soul.

"Ambition, this is my little brother!" Zhong Wen couldn't help but pat Zheng Qiyuan's shoulder and exclaimed loudly, "I'm optimistic about you!"

Gou Datong, an old Jianghu who watched such a good show, was very speechless, and couldn't help but feel sympathy for Zheng Qiyuan, a young man who had saved himself, but he didn't dare to remind him, for fear of offending Zhong Wen and affecting the plan to save Thirteen Niang, so he had to secretly send blessings to Xiao Zheng Tongshou in his heart.

Looking at Zheng Qiyuan's incomparably excited expression, Zhong Wen couldn't help but show a smile on his face that the conspiracy had succeeded.

I don't want to try any harder!

I'm going to hug my thighs!

The thigh development program is officially launched!

In the corner of the lobby of the "Wendao Inn", a man and a woman sat opposite each other.

Looking at Zhu Cong's handsome face full of tenderness in front of her, Ran Sujuan had mixed feelings in her heart, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Sister Juan, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Cong reached out to hold Ran Sujuan's soft and smooth little hand, and asked with concern on his face, "Are you not feeling well?"

"No, no. Ran Sujuan came back to her senses and shook her head gently, although there was not much enthusiasm in her voice, there was also a little less resistance and rejection.

This was the fourth time the two had met secretly in the inn.

For the man in front of her who took away her first time, Ran Sujuan's hatred from the beginning gradually became numb, and under Zhu Cong's sweet words and tender offensive, now there is a faint sense of closeness.

She felt that although Zhu Cong was not very interesting, he was better than being gentle and considerate, and as the best theological scholar of the young generation of the Seven Star Pavilion, this person was the best choice in terms of appearance, cultivation, knowledge and background, and he could be regarded as a standard rich and handsome, which made it difficult for people to hate it all the time.

If he is willing to be genuinely good to me, it seems good to marry such a person.

From the third tryst, Ran Sujuan couldn't help but have such a thought in her mind.

This kind of emotion is very light, and it has nothing to do with the love of you and me in the small talk book.

She didn't even know if it was love, after all, she had never really fallen in love with anyone since she grew up in the Holy Land.

Perhaps, it is more or less mixed with some helplessness and self-exile, but at least for Zhu Cong, she is no longer repulsed.

"It's not too early. Ran Sujuan looked up at the sky outside the window and said softly, "I should go back." ”

"Sister Juan!" Zhu Cong's eyes flashed with a strange light, he suddenly grabbed Ran Sujuan's soft tightly, and said firmly, "I can't bear the pain of lovesickness anymore, every time I see you leave, I feel like a knife, I can't bear the pain, come back to the Seven Star Pavilion with me, be my wife!"

"You...... I ......" The same words were said at different times, but they achieved completely different results, no longer hating Zhu Cong, Ran Sujuan heard him say courtship words again, her face was flushed for a while, her heart was in turmoil, and she didn't know how to deal with it at all.

"Sister Juan, I know I don't deserve you. Zhu Cong's tender offensive continued, "But I swear that I will spend the rest of my life being good to you wholeheartedly, and will not let you suffer the slightest grievance, just marry me!"

"I—I don't count what I said. After a long time, Ran Sujuan said in an inaudible voice, "You have to ask my father and my mother." ”

"You agreed?" Zhu Cong's face showed ecstasy, and he held the beauty's little hand tighter.

"If my father and mother don't object......" The blush on Ran Sujuan's face was even worse.

"I'm so happy. Zhu Cong jumped up excitedly and said incomparably, "I, I, I've never been so happy in my life!"

So be it!

Maybe this is love in reality.

Looking at the ecstatic Zhu Cong, Ran Sujuan had such a thought in her mind.

"Sister Juan, when I pass the test of the master and inherit the 'Divine Calculation Hall', I will invite relatives and friends all over the place. Zhu Cong seemed to be immersed in beautiful fantasies, "Marry you in style." ”

"Test?" Ran Sujuan said curiously.

"Not bad. Zhu Cong took out a book from his arms and handed it to Ran Sujuan, "Shizun once said, among me and my senior brother, whoever deciphers this classical book first will be qualified to inherit his 'Divine Calculation Hall'." ”

"Are you sure?" Ran Sujuan's tone carried a hint of concern.

"This book is so difficult that even with my theological attainments, it is difficult to read it in a short period of time. A hint of helplessness flashed in Zhu Cong's eyes, "Speaking of this, I wonder if I can ask Sister Juan for a favor?"

"You say. Ran Sujuan said softly.

"In this classic, there are some words that are really difficult for me to decipher, so I want to ask Master Ning to help. Zhu Cong said with a little shame, "I don't know if Sister Juan can invite you on your behalf?"

"Do you want to see Xiaojie?" Ran Sujuan heard this, and her face changed slightly.

"Sister Juan, don't misunderstand, I have no love for Miss Ning for a long time, and now I only have you in my heart. Zhu Cong hurriedly explained, "I invited her to come and meet, but I wanted to ask for some questions about theology in person." ”

"Then why don't you go to the school palace to find her yourself?" Ran Sujuan was puzzled.

"Sister Juan, I once had an appointment with that young man, and after losing to him, I was not allowed to step into the palace again. Zhu Cong said, "Even if I am unbearable, I will not break my promise." ”

"I see. Ran Sujuan suddenly realized, seeing that he kept his promise so much, her eyes couldn't help but show a hint of approval, "I can help you ask Xiaojie what she means, but I can't guarantee whether she is willing to come out to meet her." ”

"In this way, thank you Sister Juan!" Zhu Cong stood up, bowed to Ran Sujuan, and said sincerely.

"Now between you and me, what are you polite, just wait for my news. Ran Sujuan blushed, whispered, then stood up and hurriedly left the inn.

Looking at Ran Sujuan's graceful back, Zhu Cong narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.