The three visitors in the main hall had been waiting for a long time, and the two middle-aged men in indigo robes had slightly gloomy expressions, obviously waiting a little upset, and kept pacing back and forth in the main hall.

In contrast, the young man in the ice-blue brocade robe looked leisurely, looking at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the main hall, a landscape painting with nine-seed flowers, which attracted his attention.

In the distance, a waterfall flows straight down, raising layers of mist, the water murmurs nearby, the flowers and plants are quiet, a nine-seeded flower blooms quietly, and the nine-point red color chooses the dew to cover the shame, and it is so quiet that there is no dispute with the world.

The young man of "Luorou" raised his sword eyebrows lightly, reading the signature under the scroll, and his handsome face as carved as a knife showed admiration, staring at the nine-seeded flower, as if the dew was about to drop at any time.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand to touch the nine-seeded flower, but failed to succeed because of the hanging height, looking at the nine-seeded flower in the painting, admiration instantly turned into admiration, and the mood transitioned a little quickly.

"It's a rude thing to let the Zhishan brothers and you wait for a long time, it's really rude!

The man in the indigo robe known as Zhishan glanced at the medicine basket, obviously a little dissatisfied, pointed to the young man under the painting, and said, "This is our young master Song Zhen of Wacheng Mansion, and this is Qu Ling, the chief butler of our mansion!"

"Young Master Songzhen, the old man has heard of it for a long time, and when I saw it today, it is really a talent!"

Song Zhen smiled slightly, nodded at the medicine basket in response, and without saying anything, the four of them walked towards a side room in the main hall.

The meeting hall of the Medicine God Mansion has long been burned down, and at this time, the guests can only be in the wing room of the main hall, and there is no suitable place for others to stay, and they are basically private residences.

After a few people sat down, the one called Zhishan took the lead and said, "Brother Zhen, have you read the letter I brought to you yesterday! Do you have any opinions?"

As soon as Yao Zhen heard this Zhishan's question so direct, he was no longer ambiguous, "Brother Zhishan, our Medicine God Mansion Master has not come back yet, but the eldest lady in our Mansion has returned, listening to the words of the eldest Lady, there is no intention to resell it, and it is better to wait for the Medicine God Mansion Master to come back!"

"What can two girls do, you just say you don't agree, what are you doing with so much nonsense!" Obviously, Zhishan's voice was not satisfied with Yao Zhen's reply, and even mixed with anger.

Yao Zhen was also a little annoyed when he heard his tone, but because of the prestige of Wacheng Mansion, he still restrained himself a little, "Brother Zhishan, you're right, we don't have that plan!"

Qu Ling next to him heard this, and said casually: "Presumably, this medicine god brother is still not clear, your medicine god mansion master can't come back, we have already got the exact news, he was intercepted and killed when he returned from the underworld, and you are also clear about the connections between Wacheng Mansion and the Six Realms, not to mention this bit of news!"

Zhishan was just startled when he saw the medicine basket, and he didn't respond, feeling that he was completely hopeless, and said: "It's not a secret, if this doesn't happen, we don't have this idea, whether you buy the medicine god mansion or not, it's the same for us, under the fox mountain is the territory of our Wacheng Mansion, have you been staying on the mountain?"

Their words were obviously threatening, which made Yao Zhen really unable to deal with it, and they had already prepared everything, so they were waiting to be informed, and Yao Zhen understood everything at this time.

The news of Wacheng Mansion is very well-informed, which Yao Zhen knows very well in his heart, but when it comes to the matter of the mansion master being intercepted and killed, he still has some doubts, this matter is extraordinary, and he needs to find the old Hades to confirm.

Zhishan saw that Yaozhen had not spoken, thinking that when he learned the news, he should know whether he had a backer

Well, if he doesn't know how to be interesting, then he'll have to say ugly things in front of him.

Then he slapped a land deed on the table, "The seal of the Medicine God Mansion should be in your place! In fact, it's the same whether it is covered or not, and it is okay to let your eldest lady come down and draw a charge!" Zhishan said lukewarmly.

Hearing the news of the death of the mansion master, although Yao Zhen was very sad in his heart, he knew that the more critical the moment, the more his old bones had to exert their residual heat and play the role of the backbone.

The two eldest ladies are not deeply involved in the world, and in the face of the bureaucratic lord of Wacheng Mansion, it is inevitable that they will suffer a big loss due to lack of experience, and now let them come forward to sign and draw a pledge, and the medicine basket will definitely block in front of them, and use this old bone to shield them from the wind and rain.

"Brother Zhishan, although the Medicine God Mansion has suffered a catastrophe, and the life and death of the Mansion Lord is uncertain, it is not yet reduced to the point of being sold, please take back this land deed and inform the City Lord, the Medicine God Mansion thanks the Song City Lord for his kindness!"

Steward Qu grimaced, glanced at the medicine basket, looked at the young master Song Zhen who had been silent next to him, and saw that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that in this case, the medicine basket would refuse straightforwardly.

"Smack!" Zhishan slapped his palm on the title deed, tore the title deed in front of the medicine basket, stood up and said angrily: "You really don't know how to lift, it seems that you don't need any title deeds, since you can't go out, then don't blame?????? ！”

"Zhishan, don't be rude, we are still guests today!" Song Zhen stopped Zhishan's rudeness, stood up and paced back and forth in the room, he seemed to be unable to make up his mind for a while.

"Senior Yaozhen, what we said today is clear enough, give you three days to think about it in the Medicine God Mansion, and then you will discuss what the result is, we will wait in Wacheng Mansion at any time, and we can decide the time to build the city wall, then we will not bother, and take our leave!" Song Zhen turned around and walked out of the room and walked directly towards the main hall.

The intention of these words he threw down was very clear, if they didn't agree after three days, the Wacheng Mansion would build a city wall under the Fox Mountain and besiege the Medicine God Mansion on the Fox Mountain.

"No need! I will give you an answer today, the Medicine God Mansion will not change hands, it only belongs to Fox Mountain, please tell the Lord of Wacheng, since he is the lord of a city, he should also understand!" came the woman's voice behind her.

Hearing the words of the woman behind him, Song Zhen was stunned at first, and then looked at Zhishan and Steward Qu next to him, signaling them not to act rashly, and then slowly turned sideways to look at the two women behind him.

He was naturally familiar with Ling Qingyao, and when he saw Ling Qingyao, Song Zhen's eyes lit up, although he had never seen Luo Rou, but he still guessed Ling Qingyao's identity correctly, she was Miss Luo Rou of the Medicine God Mansion.

At this time, Ling Qingyao, who was waiting for a response, saw that the man in front of him was dumbfounded, staring straight at him, frowning slightly, and shook his head gently, calm.

I think that there is nothing wrong with my dress, there is no difference from the past, the only special thing is nothing more than that I did not use a hairpin to coil up my long hairpin, and it is not rude to such an arrogant visitor from Wacheng Mansion.

Dressed in a long skirt of white gauze and pink, green silk like silk poured on the shoulders, a pink brocade tied the slender waist, eyes like water, but with a touch of coldness, a few strands of green silk caressed the cheeks, brushing the neck as white as jade.

This holy and undesecrated beauty, in Song Zhen's eyes, is not the rude that Qing Yao thinks, she was shocked by her natural carving, the beauty of Qing Shui Hibiscus, and she felt that the fairy was falling and contaminated with a trace of mortal dust.

He looked at the nine-seeded flower hanging painting hanging in the main hall, and then looked at Ling Qingyao, who looked calm, "Luo Rou!" blurted out inadvertently.

"Young Master Song Zhen guessed correctly, Luo Rou is the milk name of Miss Ling Qingyao in the house!" Yao Zhen explained on the side.

"Ling Qingyao! Ling is the palace of the sky, Qing is the Nine Heavens, and Yao is the spirit grass of the Yao Pool, it really lives up to its name, and it deserves it!"

What he said did not respond to the substantive question, but he made a praise and response to Ling Qingyao's name, which made Zhishan and the housekeeper around him a little embarrassed.

Mi Qing has dealt with Song Zhen a few times, although he is not very familiar with him, he knows a little about him, although he is a little frivolous, but he is not so debauched, after all, he was born in the prestige of Wacheng Mansion, it is inevitable to be entangled in the act of being a gentleman, and it is understandable.

"Young Master Songzhen, please tell this to the city lord, as for what will happen in three days, I think that the dignified tile city mansion, as well as the young master's conduct, will not do anything dirty, cooperation is better than confrontation, and it is inevitable that there will be frost on anyone's tile!"

Yao Zhen and Song Zhen didn't know each other before, and this was the first time they met, but they didn't have a good impression of him, thinking that Yi Qing's advice to such a sinister person didn't play much role.

This can't be blamed on Yao Zhen, after all, Uncle Zhen is only in charge of the internal affairs of the Medicine God Mansion, and most of the external affairs are handled by Qing Lao and Fen Jun.

"Young girl, I will bring your words to the city lord, as for what will happen in three days, I can't help Song Zhen, after all, I am the young master, not the city lord!"

This remark made Mi Qing speechless for a while, but she didn't expect this guy to directly put the responsibility on her father, so she didn't know how to respond, and looked at Ling Qingyao beside her.

"Then the young master, please be, we will not let the young master reluctantly embarrass him!" Ling Qingyao made a pun, which was not only a send-off, but also showed that the Medicine God Mansion was not afraid of their reckless behavior.

Ling Qingyao's words, Young Master Song Zhen naturally understood, and originally wanted to ask for the nine-seed flower hanging painting, but when she said this, he swallowed a few times in his throat, "Those two eldest ladies, Song Zhen farewell!" After speaking, he walked out of the main hall.

At this time, the mountains in the distance were shrouded in a twilight, and Nanchen, who was ragged in the canyon, lay down in a stream, submerged his whole body in the stream, and "gurgling" a string of blisters.

After a while, with a "bang", he suddenly raised his head, roared towards the sky, and sat down next to the bluestone, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive.

Sure enough, after a while, a white shadow swept out of the mountain stream, and when he saw Nanchen's figure, he ran directly towards him, and the white shadow that ran was in front of the six-tailed fox Yuzao.

"Nanchen, what's wrong with you?" Yuzao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she slowed down on his side, seeing Nanchen's blue face and scarlet eyes, which made her hard to believe that the demon in front of her was actually the Nanchen who was a practitioner.

"I'm Yuzao, when I saw the red invitation, I came directly, Nanchen, are you, are you obsessed?" Yuzao asked with concern, seeing that he was covered with scratches and embarrassed appearance, his heart was sour.

Nanchen looked at her sideways, and threw a cloud of chaotic qi on the ground casually, like a wrapped silkworm cocoon, "Roar! This is for you, remember what you said, don't let me see you again, while I'm still awake, you leave now!"

The chaotic qi dissipated, and it turned out that there was a person wrapped inside, "Wine Swallowing Holy Demon?" Yuzao was both surprised and surprised, Nanchen fulfilled his promise to her.

"Nanchen thank you, it's not terrible to enter the Demon Dao, the terrible thing is to let the magic conquer you, as long as you learn to control the demon, you can have its infinite magic power, can you understand?" Tamamo reminded him, after all, Ibaraki is a person of the Demon Dao, and she naturally understands these truths.

Nanchen narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, "How to control demons?" Although his tone was cold, he seemed impatient.