【East Kunlun, Siyu Mountain Range, Luyao Peak】

The next day, the belly of the fish rose in the east, and the purple air came from the distant sky, and on the earth, everything recovered, and the sun cut down inch by inch like a knife of light, and the brightness finally broke the silence of the night.

There were three people standing outside the courtyard at the top of Luyao Peak, Bai Xianshu reached out and knocked on the wooden door twice, and Han Wendao and Ji Nianyao stood quietly behind.

A few moments later, the door creaked open.

The young man leaned out and smiled at them, "You guys are here to find Fang Xiaoqian, right?"

"I've seen Senior Brother Ziyuan. Bai Xianshu bowed slightly, Han Wendao smiled at him, Ji Nianyao didn't make a move and just stared at him.

Zhang Ziyuan let go of his body and said, "He was still in a coma before Xiao, and he probably won't wake up for a while, so let's come and drink some tea first." ”

"Since Xiao Qian hasn't woken up yet, we won't go in to bother, and this time I came mainly to know if he wants to know if it matters. Bai Xianshu continued.

"Before he was a child, he was just mentally damaged, and he will be fine after recuperating for a while. Zhang Ziyuan didn't stay long, and said with a smile: "I thank you for your concern for Xiaoqian." ”

"Then I'll take my leave. After Bai Xianshu bowed, he wanted to turn around and leave, but before leaving, Han Wendao took out a delicate small wooden box from his arms and threw it to the young man in the door, "Zhang Ziyuan, this is the golden fruit of Doroxiang, which can nourish people's minds, cut some of them every time to make tea for your junior brother." ”

Zhang Ziyuan took the wooden box, nodded his head and thanked him, and the three of them went down the mountain together, and then went to Xuanyuan Peak.

The noon sun shone into the courtyard, the heat of the autumn tiger was a little dry, and Qin Guanju and his three disciples were sitting in the north main house.

It's just that he didn't see Fang Xiaoqian, he was still asleep in his room.

There were several cups of tea on the desk, all of which were so cold that no one had picked them up and drunk them. Jimo Hua sat on the side and propped his body diagonally with his hands, and the wine jug in his hand was poured into several mouthfuls from time to time into the viscera.

On weekdays, he drinks while twisting beans, but today, he drinks without eating beans.

"The little brother didn't even tell us that he took the sword...... Alas, there are so many evil things in his body that I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. Zhang Ziyuan shook his head, and Qin Guanju sighed lowly, unwilling to say anything.

Jimo Huafu had just poured a sip of wine, and then leaned his neck lazily, "It's okay, don't you care so much." ”

"Also, that's the sword of the former Demon Sect Leader Li Tuchuan!"

While the two were chatting, two long rainbows suddenly shot out of the sky, and finally landed in the courtyard.

The four of them all looked up, and saw two young men standing not far from the door, one wearing a faint golden shirt, the other wearing a green dan brocade robe, one handsome and straight, and the other was kind and kind.

Seeing the person, Fan Xing, who had been silent, couldn't help but smile, her eyes were full of joy, she just wanted to call the person's name, but was secretly glared at by Zhang Ziyuan, so she held back.

"How dare that kid from the Jing clan come?" Qin Guanju's face turned cold, and he turned his head to stop looking at the courtyard, and a touch of coldness flashed in Jimo Huafu's calm eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Jade Emperor Peak disciple Jing Yuya, I've seen Uncle Qin!"

"Demon Disgusting Peak disciple Sima Wanqian, I have seen Lord Qin Feng!" the two young men stood in the courtyard and bowed slightly.

Qin Guanju just responded indifferently, "Do you have anything to do?"

"Senior nephew came here mainly to see how Senior Brother Fang and Senior Sister Fan Xing's injuries were. Jing Yuya said calmly.

The woman in the room didn't look at him, suddenly picked up the cup and took a sip of cold tea, and continued intentionally or unintentionally: "I remember that you were not half killed by Xiao Qian yesterday, why are you not only safe today, but you still come to the door to care about the safety of my little disciple?"

The young man was slightly embarrassed, but after all, he was a disciple of the main peak, and he had seen a lot of the world, and his expression returned to the same as before, "Thanks to Senior Uncle Qin's heart, Senior Nephew has taken the pill of the Mountain Gate and is no longer harmed. Yesterday's incident with Senior Brother Fang was really a misunderstanding, so I hurriedly came here today, hoping that Senior Brother can also be thoughtful, and I also hope that Senior Uncle will not blame. ”

"Senior Brother Jing......" The girl on the side of the case looked at him, she knew that the other party must have herself in her eyes, she wanted to shout but could only swirl in her throat.

"Let's go back. Qin Guanju put down the teacup, it seemed to be a little forceful, and the water stains at the bottom of the cup splashed out and lit on the table.

Jing Yuya knew that it was inconvenient for him to say more, so he turned his head to look at Sima Wanqian beside him, and winked at him, who naturally understood, and immediately spoke: "The disciple learned that Senior Sister Fan Xing of Guifeng was also injured yesterday, I don't know if it is better?"

Sima Wanqian smiled brightly, and he seemed extremely friendly with people in the sun.

"Get out. Qin Guanju's voice was very flat, so flat that he couldn't hear any mood fluctuations.

Sima Wanqian was not the slightest dissatisfied, he still had a shallow smile on his face, as for Jing Yuya's state of mind was not so good at the moment, although he did not have a seizure, he did not show a smile to greet him, and after a simple farewell, he left with Sima Wanqian stepping on the sword.

Before leaving, he and Fan Xing looked at each other, and both wanted to speak, but in the end they didn't speak.

Inside the room, Qin Guanju looked at the girl, she was lowering her head, her eyes were moist, and tears were about to flow out.

In the clouds and mist under the sky, the light can only pass through, and there is still a steaming humidity slowly rising, this is the place that is most like a fairyland.

At this moment, two young men were walking with swords among the flying clouds, and the thin clouds and mist were coming, and the moment they touched them, they dissipated.

These two people are naturally Jing Yuya and Sima Wanqian, who have just been ordered to be evicted by Lu Yaofeng.

"This stinky woman!!" The golden-shirted young man has completely lost his previous sanctimonious appearance, and his face is hideous, as if every word has been forced out of his throat, and his bright eyes have no disobedience light, only Sen Sen's resentment and unwillingness.

Although Sima Wanqian, who was on the side of the sword, was also scolded together, there was no difference from before, and he still looked like a good old man.

"Okay, it's nothing more than being scolded by the Lord of Qin Feng, it's not a big deal. Sima Wanqian said with a smile.

"Hmph! This damn Ziwei Sect is really as Grandpa said, all of them are extremely arrogant! In the future, my Jade Emperor Sect will definitely let them know that this Lingxiao Sword Sect is not a place where they can walk sideways!" Jing Yuya gritted his teeth and said resentfully.

Sima Wanqian smiled, and then said: "Actually, you already knew that this Lu Yaofeng was not so easy to come, why should you bother?"

After pondering for a while, Jing Yuya replied, "If I wasn't really worried about Senior Sister Fan Xing, would I be so bored?"

"Hahaha! In the end, the heroes of the world are sad to be beautiful!"

Jing Yuya looked ahead, thinking back to Fan Xing's appearance just now, it should be that the injury is fine, which can be regarded as reassuring him.

"What about the ones who are still going to apologize...... Sima Wanqian took out a green elixir from his arms, frowned, and then turned to a smile: "I said Senior Brother Jing, since you can't give it away, it's better to give this white flesh heavy pill to junior brother." ”

Jing Yuya glanced at him, stretched out his hand, and said lightly, "Bring it." ”

"Stingy!" Sima Wanqian's face was full of reluctance and frustration, but he still skimmed the elixir in his hand.