Early in the morning, the Chen Mansion sent guards to take Fang Cheng back.

The password was conveyed by Fang Aotian on his behalf, as for why it was not ordered by Chen Liujia personally, the result can be imagined.

This county official, Lord Chen, said that he drank too much again last night.

Before leaving, the young man specially asked the people of the Hou Mansion about the news of Hou Baojun, and hurriedly learned that the little daughter of the mansion had left the Hou Mansion with the woman in white since early this morning, saying that she was going to cultivate.

It's not surprising, the brother and sister love should be like this, Zhao Zhi didn't tell Hou Ping where he was going to practice before leaving, he just said that he was going to go all the way north, as for when the brother and sister will meet again next time, I don't know what year and month it is.

The pace did not stop, and only Fang Cheng walked out of the Hou Mansion alone.

The guards of the Chen Mansion who stopped outside the door saw that the main owner had arrived, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet them respectfully.

As soon as the words were in his ears, Fang Cheng, who couldn't hear the clues of good or bad, could only nod frequently.

It's not that he thinks he's dragging it out, but in fact, after making a mistake last time, the young man feels that it is best to say less if he can say less, or be more direct and not say it.

On the way back to Chen's Mansion, from the guard's vague words, Fang Cheng still heard two things.

Last night, Fang Aotian and Uncle Chen had a constant dispute, as if they were talking about themselves, but for some reason, in the end, the two of them, who were arguing endlessly, walked shoulder to shoulder and began to drink and talk happily in the house.

Fang Cheng could only pout helplessly at this, he couldn't figure out what kind of common topic the two would have to argue, not to mention that he was far away in the Hou Mansion yesterday and was not in front of him, but the young man felt that since the two of them could finally sit together and drink, the result would definitely be happy.

As for Uncle Chen's drunkenness, Fang Aotian was fine, which can only be said that Uncle Chen was not drinking well.

Of course, he had never drunk alcohol, and he didn't like to drink, and if he stopped and smelled it from afar, his mouth would feel strange.

The other of the two things is also something that the young man is moved by.

I still remember that before leaving with Fang Aotian, he had told Fang Cheng the identity of another group of guests in the Chen Mansion, this group of immortal masters who entered the mansion before Fang Cheng sat in the hall of the Chen Mansion early this morning, one of them did not give the county official face at all, and opened his mouth to scold Chen Liujia for dereliction of official duties, delaying the fighter plane, and when he reached the apex, this person even smashed the cup to the ground, without the demeanor of an immortal master.

Fang Cheng also asked why the guards didn't take action to stop this wanton rebellion, the guards just shook their heads silently, these people were sent by the state government, and it was not their turn to take care of these officials, and besides, Lord Chen was drunk yesterday and had delayed the opportunity for a day, so he really shouldn't drink again at night, not to mention, if he touched his head, he couldn't save his life every day, and it would be gone.

Such a tricky matter still has to let Lord Chen come in person.

The young man pursed his lips, Li is indeed this reason, but this matter, I always feel that it should not be done like this.

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Returning to the Chen Mansion, Fang Cheng deliberately bypassed the hall and returned to Qiulin Stream from the side corridor.

For this reason, the teenager who was not familiar with the Fuchu route had to walk an extra mile.

Seeing that the door of the room downstairs was open from a distance, Fang Cheng smiled knowingly, and immediately trotted over.

Sure enough, Fang Aotian was sitting in front of the table bottle, his hands swaying freely, soaking the first cup of tea of the day.

Fang Cheng stepped into the door and sat on the stone bench, picked up the tea that had already been prepared, and drank it all without bothering to taste it, and said, "Nothing happened last night, right?"

Although he looked at Fang Aotian's clothes and saw that there were no traces of a fight, he had to say what he should ask.

Fang Aotian looked at Fang Cheng and said with a smile: "What will happen when the beauties meet, spring affairs?"

Fang Cheng immediately glanced at Fang Aotian, "Get out of the calf!"

Fang Cheng, who snatched the jade teapot and poured water by himself, asked: "You shouldn't have dragged Uncle Chen to drink last night, Uncle Chen has an official and has more idlers than you." ”

Fang Aotian picked up the tea that had been brewed, tasted the morning flavor in the cup, and said, "Just drink some wine to help you, what's the matter, those people in the hall are noisy with you?"

The young man was aware of the matter, and complained: "They are still broken up there, and Uncle Chen's reputation is not good." ”

Fang Aotian smiled, put down the teacup in his hand, and stood up, "Then let's go, after all, I invited Lord Chen to drink yesterday, and I did it." ”

Fang Cheng raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, "Didn't you say that those people are the immortal masters of the Southern Purple Mansion? ”

Fang Aotian shook his head and said with a smile: "If something really goes wrong, it came out last night, and it won't be delayed until now." ”

Hearing this, the young man sighed and got up.

It's not that he's afraid of these immortal masters and cultivators with advanced cultivation, but it's that he finally came down the mountain to Qingyun County, why are there so many things!

The young man couldn't help but think of the water surface by the river, before the net was closed, the wind calmed down, and the moment he dragged the fishing net, the sinking fish flooded, and the water surface was uneven, and the wave was rising.

Following behind the pretty man, Fang Cheng and the two of them went to the hall.

Before they could get a few steps closer to the hall, a noisy scolding sounded and fell into the ears of the two.

"This is how the parents of Qingyun County are officials?! Live up to expectations for their own pleasure, I don't think this Chen Liujia will be the county official!"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng glanced at Fang Aotian beside him, a little embarrassed.

Fang Aotian just shook his head, stepped into the hall, looked for prestige at the person who spoke disrespectfully, and immediately smiled: "This friend is really angry, he has been cut off his limbs, and he can't stop that mouth." ”

The person who made a fuss in the hall this morning was Han Yue, who had already woken up.

This trip to Qingyun County, Han Yue was miserable in his heart, a few days ago outside the Hou Mansion, he showed his majesty just a few more glances, and his legs were cut off in an instant, the culprit turned out to be a Mahayana immortal, this kind of explosion news is not the same as telling himself that this revenge of the severed limb will not be avenged in the future.

Early this morning, Han Yue, who was very depressed, was called to the hall by Zhang He, and after several waits, Chen Liujia finally did not appear, and finally learned that Lord Chen was drunk again, and Han Yue, who was angry before and after, completely fried the pot.

Mahayana Immortal He Han Yue can't move, a small county official mortal is not as easy as pinching an ant to death.

Regarding Han Yue's wanton behavior, Zhang He and the others just sat there quietly, choosing to turn a blind eye.

Although it was a bit excessive, it was not a way to find a new way, not to mention that Chen Liujia did a bit too much.

Han Yue was sitting in a wheelchair, this time he learned to be smart, and after carefully probing the cultivation of the pretty man at the door, he shouted angrily: "You kid dare to bark in front of me and look for death?!"

After that, Han Yue prepared to sacrifice the beads in his hand and kill the pretty man in front of the hall.

When Zhang He heard the sound, he raised his eyes to look out of the door, got up and stopped: "No." ”

Han Yue glanced at his elder and put down the beads in his hand with hatred.

Fang Aotian smiled playfully, turned around and said respectfully, "Little master, come in." ”

Fang Cheng glanced at it and stepped into the hall in a daze.

Following behind Fang Aotian, the young man bypassed the broken cups and broken porcelain all over the ground and sat on the chair.

Fang Aotian stood aside.

Since the boy entered the hall, the figure of the young man in Zhang He's sight has not moved away at all, and when the young man sat down, he immediately hugged his fists and said: "Zhang He of Nanzi Mansion, I have seen the little immortal master." ”

Fang Cheng was stunned, then jumped off the chair, hugged his fists and saluted back: "Qingyun Sect Fang Cheng, I have seen Senior Zhang. ”

Zhang He nodded, sat down to recuperate, and waited for others to speak.

Sure enough, before Fang Cheng could sit on the chair, Han Yue twisted his wheelchair and pointed at Fang Cheng, "You are from Qingyun Sect?!"

Fang Cheng scratched his head and asked, "Does this senior have something to say?"

Without the slightest restraint, Han Yue said in a deep voice: "A sect that evades taxes, what good birds can there be in it, and you kid, who is young, worshiped in the Qingyun Sect and is blind?"

Fang Cheng looked hesitant, not knowing how to answer for a while.

On the side, Fang Aotian immediately scolded: "Shut your mouth, no one treats you as a dumb person! My master can be wherever he likes, and he can cultivate on your head!"

Han Yue burned like fire, his face was furious, and his hand shook angrily.

Fang Aotian snorted out laughing, disapproving.

When you are a wicked person, you must be prepared to be worn by the wicked.

Zhang He, who has been watching his heart and ears, stretched out his hand and stopped: "Han Yue, don't be rude." ”

Then he got up again, looked at Fang Cheng and said: "The disciples in the mansion are rough, don't blame the little immortal master, but this Qingyun Sect has indeed violated the law of Hua, and privately bribed officials to evade legal taxes, such an immortal sect that violates human reason, the little immortal master should pay more attention!"

Fang Cheng nodded and sat back in his chair.

Zhang He thought for a while, and said softly: "What about Zhang, there is a reluctant request, I don't know if the little immortal master can abandon the Qingyun Sect and switch to our Nanzi Mansion, Zhang Mou hereby assures the little immortal master that after the little immortal master enters the Nanzi Mansion on the next day, the house will definitely list the little immortal master as a first-class offering, except for the fruitful Qian Lu, many immortal laws are determined, even if there are some personal petty habits, the Nanzi Mansion can satisfy the little immortal master." ”

In the end, Li Jingqing, who was sitting there, couldn't help but throw a hint of wink at the young man.

Fang Cheng was full of excitement, and said bluntly: "Thank you for the kindness of the seniors, the juniors are okay in the Qingyun Sect, so they won't go to the Nanzi Mansion." ”

Zhang He shook his head and said with emotion: "Thinking about it, our Nanzi Mansion Mansion Master has been looking for a personal disciple recently, I think the little immortal master is so sassy and immortal, it must be very much in line with the requirements of the Mansion Master." ”

Zhang He didn't believe it, such an opportunity that was difficult to get out of the way, the young man in front of him would refuse.

Fang Cheng thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "The predecessors must have seen it wrong, I am an ordinary fish deliverer, and I became an immortal master by chance, and the difference between me and the Taoism said by the predecessors is too far." ”

After that, the young man sighed secretly, there were only so many scenes he could think of that without slapping others in the face and showing mercy to himself, if he continued to ask questions, he really ran out of ink in his stomach.

Zhang He smiled, and wanted to speak strongly, but Fang Aotian took the lead, "My master likes to be in Qingyun Sect, Zhang He, you still don't mutter those wonderful words, it's boring and useless." ”

Zhang He opened his mouth, then smiled stupidly, and sat down silently.

Through Han Yue's wheelchair, Wei Wen, who had been listening to the side, finally raised his eyes, glanced at the pretty-faced man, and sneered: "This son's cultivation is not high, why is his tone so crazy? ”

Fang Aotian laughed out loud, looked directly at the five people in Nanzi Mansion in front of him, crossed his waist, like a shrew scolding the street, "Lao Tzu is happy! You broken Yuan Infant Immortal Master has been chattering for a long time, Lao Tzu was very unhappy to see you yesterday, what, come and touch?!"