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Fan Wenjiao was overjoyed, and said slowly: "Senior sister, how can this matter be explained clearly through the Daomen. If Luo Wei in the village is allowed to see it, I am afraid that it will damage the reputation of the senior sister. ”

Shang Luhua was silent for a moment, and said leisurely: "That's good." Come in. ”

Fan Wenjiao was overjoyed, tiptoed open the door and flashed in, and saw that the room was very dark, the curtain on the bed was low, and a female figure was faintly leaning.

He turned around and closed the door, only to hear Shang Luhua ask, "What did the Immortal Master say?"

Fan Wenjiao chuckled lightly and said nonsense: "The immortal master said that my brother-in-law's injury is not life-threatening, and the senior sister will endure it for a few days for the time being, and when we have done something big, we can concentrate on treating my brother-in-law's injury." ”

Shang Luhua said: "The life and death of the Xianggong are uncertain, and I am also in chaos. The big and small affairs of the village have to be bothered by you. ”

"What did the senior sister say? Fan Wenjiao's heart was full of joy when he heard this, and he said pretentiously: "If it weren't for my senior sister to take me in, I wouldn't know how to be embarrassed outside? Taking care of Zhuang affairs is Wen Jiao's business." ”

Ming Qin felt very funny when he heard the two of you, if it weren't for Wu Xianchi's encouragement, even if Fan Wenjiao had some bad thoughts, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to do anything with his courage.

"Senior sister, when we were in the Longhu Sect, were there any secret techniques handed down. The younger brother is young and knowledgeable, and he knows very little about the Taoist inheritance of his sect, so he is really ashamed of his master's respect. Senior sister has abundant financial resources and servants like clouds, doesn't she want to survive and restore the foundation of her own sect?"

Fan Wenjiao's father used to be an elder of the Longhu faction, and by the time he reached his generation, the Longhu faction had long since declined, he was displaced in the Heavenly Domain, unable to make a living, where could he talk about reviving the Longhu faction, this was just a temptation to seek the immortal scriptures.

Shang Luhua said lightly: "The rise and fall of the world is a common thing, and the Longhu faction is not well managed, it is difficult to support, and it is already a passing cloud. You don't have to do much. ”

Seeing that she never mentioned the matter of the Immortal Sutra, Fan Wenjiao knocked on the side and said, "Senior sister, although the Longhu faction is gone. It is difficult to recover for a while. However, this sect has been inherited for hundreds of years and has made great contributions to the Three Realms Daomen. Should we sort out and publish the teacher's testament and spread it widely, so as not to waste their life's hard work? ”

Shang Luhua sighed: "You have this heart, senior sister is also very pleased, but I am afraid that the master of this sect does not have much ink left in the world." ”

Fan Wenjiao refused to believe it. Asked: "Senior sister is the beloved daughter of the head of the family. Didn't Uncle Shi leave any Taoist scriptures for you when he passed away?"

Shang Luhua said in surprise: "Why did Wen Jiao suddenly care about these things, you are one of the few disciples of this sect, if this sect still has hope of recovery, I can still hide it from you." ”

"This ......"

Since Fan Wenjiao rushed to Bawangzhuang to defect to Shang Luhua, Luo Suliu and his wife have cared for him. However, Shang Luhua has always been secretive about the past affairs of the Longhu faction and never said much. At the beginning, he was still grateful to Dade, but later learned from Wuxian's red mouth that the Longhu faction had the remains of the immortal scriptures, and the wealth of the overlord village was given by the immortal scriptures, and he gradually became dissatisfied with Shang Luhua's self-respect.

"It's getting late, and you're inconvenienced here. Let's go back early. Shang Luhua ignored the ups and downs of his thoughts on the side, and lightly ordered the eviction.

Fan Wenjiao smiled, but instead took a few steps forward, and said casually: "The Wu Immortal Master said that the recipe for detoxification lacks a few rare medicinal materials, if my brother-in-law can't afford to get sick like this." Senior sister, don't grieve too much. ”

Shang Luhuadai frowned slightly, holding back her anger and not making a sound.

Fan Wenjiao only said that she was already six gods and no master, and said softly: "No matter how difficult Senior Sister's situation is, I will always be by your side." ”

Shang Luhua was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Wen Jiao, you are not young, wait until I tell you a family affair another day, so that you don't have to think nonsense all day long." ”

Fan Wenjiao shook his head and said in a sincere tone: "Brother-in-law has such a big thing, how can I leave my senior sister alone? Besides, in my heart, no woman in the world is as good as one ten-thousandth of yours." ”

Shang Luhua's cheeks were slightly hot. Silently said, "You can go back." ”

Fan Wenjiao's mouth was dry and thirsty, and it became more and more difficult to control himself, and he said with a smile: "I remember that my senior sister didn't know magic at all, and my brother-in-law looked like he was half dead. You sleep with him, won't you be afraid at night?"

Shang Luhua was displeased, and said perfunctorily: "He is my husband, what am I afraid of?"

"What if...... In case of...... Isn't it very inconvenient for Senior Sister to be lonely at night. ”

Seeing that Shang Luhua blindly tolerated it, Fan Wenjiao knew that she didn't want to make a noise. The courage is big, and he is even lighter**, and he moves to the bed without a trace.

In his mind, he imagined that Shang Luhua's spring love was irrepressible, but Luo Suliu was powerless, his face was flushed, and his heart was pounding.

"Wen Jiao—what do you want to do?"

Seeing that Fan Wenjiao was pressing forward step by step and looking unkind, Shang Luhua hurriedly sat upright, and his tone became stern.

"I ...... I ......"

Fan Wenjiao swallowed his saliva, fell to his knees, and said in a trembling voice: "Master...... Senior sister, I like you so much, you can let me go once and let me comfort the pain of lovesickness. ”

"Bastard, get the hell out of here. ”

Shang Luhua was furious, his fingers clasped tightly on the edge of the bed, pointing to the door, his chest rose and fell sharply, and his thin body trembled slightly.

Fan Wenjiao only felt that a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and his heart turned into boiling anger, and he suddenly jumped up and said viciously: "Luo Suliu can't live anymore, if you dare not obey me, I will let you bury him." ”

When Ming Qin heard this, he knew that there was no room for things to turn around, and Shang Luhua exclaimed in the room, obviously Fan Wenjiao was impatient to catch and bite.

Ming Qin folded down from the sea fishing moon under the eaves of the porch, and the palm wind was everywhere, and the door of the room was open with a bang.

Fan Wenjiao rushed towards Shang Luhua with a fierce appearance, he had been in the heavenly realm for many years, and later he threw himself under the Wuxian Red Gate, and he really put a little effort into his cultivation, so he naturally didn't take a weak woman like Shang Luhua in his eyes.

Shang Luhua exclaimed, hurriedly curled up in the bed, the soft curtain was torn down, blocking a little vision, Fan Wenjiao's chest was filled with a violent atmosphere, and the resentment that had been depressed and bored for many years seemed to be vented out.

Fan Wenjiao laughed and tore the curtain, only to see Shang Luhuawu's hair scattered and delicate, and he moved behind him with a sad face. Luo Suliu lay motionless, unaware of the impending humiliation.

Suddenly, the door opened without warning, and a cold wind whistled into the warm boudoir, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

A dazzling star burst around with an uproar, and the stars were like torrential rain and cow hair, like a large impermeable net under the hood, and the crackling and exploding sound was like a hail bead bursting down, and like a wind knife blowing.

Fan Wenjiao screamed in pain, half of his cheeks could no longer find a piece of intact skin, and he was drenched in blood, which was terrifying. I saw Shang Luhua holding a palm-sized delicate wooden box in his hand, aiming at Fan Wenjiao and panting. The top of the box was covered with dense pores, and there was still a puff of white smoke.

When Shang Luhua was born, the Longhu faction had already declined, and her father was disheartened and did not teach her any Taoism, but the Longhu faction was good at mechanical arithmetic, and it was not a problem to make a few magic weapons for self-defense.

This magic weapon is called 'Peach Blossom with a Human Face', I don't know if I think it's hidden in rouge gouache or something, in fact, it's filled with colorful spirit stones, and it's extremely mysterious to use, even if people who have no power to tie the chicken can open it, once it is launched, you can't dodge it with three heads and six arms. 'Peach Blossom with a Human Face' refers to the tragic condition after being injured.

"Senior sister, spare your life—"

Fan Wenjiao lay on the ground and snorted miserably, this burst of dark arrows hit him beyond recognition, his nose was crooked and his eyes were slanted, and he didn't even dare to act rashly when he was empty.

Ming Qin originally broke into the room to rescue Shang Luhua, but before his body was settled, Fan Wenjiao was hit hard and rolled down from the bed in embarrassment, looking half-dead. He stood in the room and was stunned for a while, although Fan Wenjiao was hateful, this tragic appearance was really shocking, and it seemed that there was no need to fall into the well again.

Shang Luhua saw a strange man break into the room, and his let go of his heart slipped up again, tightened the spirit treasure box, and said in disbelief: "Who are you, do you know what place this is?"

Bawangzhuang is tightly defended, outsiders generally can't break in, Shang Luhua's mind turned, and only Mingqin was Cai Hanying's subordinate.

"Madame don't have to be nervous. Mingqin smiled embarrassedly: "In Xia Mingqin, he is a friend of Miss Zhen'er." I wonder if Madame has heard of it?"

"Mingqin? are you really Mingqin?"

Shang Luhua asked, revealing a little doubt. Ming Qin thwarted the conspiracy of Cai and Yue**, and was valued by the Holy Lady, and lived in the Dongwang Mansion, and no one in the Shenguang Sect who knew a little about current affairs would not be at odds. Cai Hanying is hiding in Bawangzhuang, and she gritted her teeth when she talked about it, Shang Luhua cared about Zhen'er's situation, and usually tried her best to ask Luo Suliu to find out the news, how could she have thought that one day the two would meet in such a situation?

"Not bad. Ming Qin glanced at Fan Wenjiao, who was lying on the ground wailing, he would soon summon Zhuang Ding to be so noisy. Thinking of this, he flew up and kicked him in the head, Fan Wenjiao's head tilted, and he suddenly fainted.

"How is Madame going to deal with the aftermath?"

Shang Luhua was embarrassed, and Fan Wenjiao appeared in her room in the middle of the night, no matter how she covered it up, it would inevitably cause criticism.

The sound of footsteps approached quickly, and many sturdy Zhuang Ding heard the movement and gathered in all directions.

There are many people outside the boudoir, and the glass lights crisscross and dazzle. Ming Qin submerged his divine sense, and saw a cadre of Zhuang Ding lying short by the wall and not daring to come in, each holding a short knife and a spirit gun in his hand, with a huge momentum and murderous aura.

Ming Qin picked up his feet, grabbed Fan Wenjiao in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Luo, if you don't hand over the Immortal Sutra, the surname Fan is your role model." ”

After speaking, he threw Fan Wenjiao Wangmen out with a roar. (To be continued.) )