Dugu Mei stood on the railing in a daze, and couldn't help but feel a little worried in her heart, worried about whether she had annoyed him just now, but when she remembered the way he looked at her, she felt that she was just worrying about nothing. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the whole world, will there be a man who does not worship under my skirt!

"Xiao Yun, am I beautiful?" she asked the red-clothed girl standing with her hands down.

"In the whole world, the head of the family is the most beautiful!" Xiao Yun grinned and tilted her head and said.

Dugu Mei listened, turned around, her fingers gently brushed the green silk around her ears, her fingertips touched the white and delicate skin, and a shallow smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Feng Buvain is indeed a little annoyed, otherwise he would not have said goodbye in a hurry, even if he met the beauty, even if the final result was controllable, he couldn't talk about how happy he was. After all, when he came to the foothills of Mengshan Mountain, he was still full of interest, how could he have expected that when they met, the tenderness in Dugu Meixin's letter turned into a slap in the face, and he had a target but no gain.

When entering the river, although the scenery is beautiful all the way, the wind is not in vain, but there is no intention of visiting, and I only want to get together as soon as possible. At this time, on the way home, he was in a low mood, and he came alone in Jinguan City, trying to remove the haze that was pressing on his heart with the smell of wine, but it backfired, and everything in front of him became distorted in his drunken dreams, which made him feel disgusted. After only staying for two days, Feng sent a flying pigeon express letter to Jingzhao, and set off again on the way north.

Within ten days, the wind returned to Jingdaomen Jingzhao rudder again. When the helmsman Li Yuanying received the letter, he had already arranged everything. Standing in the familiar realm, the wind is not in vain and the mood is half better. At the right night, under the auspices of Li Yuanying, everyone washed the wind and dust for the wind and let him rest peacefully for the night. When he woke up the next day, he suddenly felt refreshed, and after having refreshments, he sent someone to call Li Yuanying in the room.

"Lao Li, how is the land of Jingzhao lately?" Feng Bu made a cup of tea and beckoned him to sit down.

"Thanks to the head of the family, Hongfu, everything is fine! The two heads of Gansu, Qin Jian, and Henan Xiaojian sent a letter, and asked the head to take a look!" Li Yuanying got up and respectfully presented the letterhead.

"Good! Good!" Feng Buvain took the letter, skimmed it roughly, and saw that Ying Zhongye and Zhao Guangzhen had no objections to the revival of the joint effort, and couldn't help but feel good.

"What about Qin Songyue, why didn't you see it yesterday?" Feng Buvain put the letter on the table, took a sip of the teacup and asked casually.

"Back to the master, Qin Songyue is not at the helm now!" Li Yuanying replied calmly.

"Huh?" Feng was stunned for a moment, put down the cup in his hand, stared at him and asked, "Didn't he come all along?"

He came on the third day of his departure, but he was very withdrawn and indifferent, and stayed alone in the house from morning till night, paying no attention to anyone, and never going out. After a few days, he was bored at the helm, so he had to move out, so his subordinates rented him a separate courtyard in Jingzhao City. This person is really weird!" Li Yuanying said while looking at Feng Bu's face.

"Hmm!" the wind replied in vain, his face was as calm as water, but he laughed and scolded in his heart: Has this old guy changed his temperament, and has become so picky!

"Obey the order!" When does the head of the sect plan to leave?" asked Li Yuanying.

"There's nothing to do right now, let's go!" Feng Bu slowly drank the tea in the cup, smacked his lips, and seemed to be looking forward to the snowy sweetness of Bitan, but he only tasted a lot of bitterness. He shook his head and stood up with a wry smile, and followed Li Yuanying out of the door.

In this way, the two of them split their rudders, twisted and turned, and walked towards the courtyard rented by Qin Songyue. Walking up, the distance between the location of the residence and the Jingzhao rudder is not too far, but the area is far from prosperous, and even a little deserted. There is a plaque embedded on the courtyard door, with three words on it: Linfeng Residence!

"Linfeng Residence... Sure enough, it's not far from me!" Feng Buyuan suddenly felt that the name of this courtyard was just right, and couldn't help but smile slightly, and was about to knock in front of the door, but found that the courtyard door was closed, and there was an iron general on it.

"Lao Li, are you sure you are not going to the wrong place?" Feng Buvain frowned slightly.

"It's true! This place is still favored by Qin Songyue personally!" Li Yuanying was sure.

"Hmph! What a disgusting and depressed one!Let's go!" Feng glanced at the big lock on the door, dropped a sentence coldly, and turned to leave.

"What happened to Feng Ling and Miss Qin?" On the way back, Feng Bu seemed to remember something, stopped and asked.

"Miss Feng came back with a letter, saying that she had arrived safely, so she didn't have to worry about it, maybe she wouldn't return to Jingzhao!" Li Yuanying conveyed the letter to the effect that Feng was not in vain.

"This girl!" Feng Bu sighed with a smile and continued to walk towards the rudder.

Returning to the rudder, Feng did not vain instructed the people to prepare pen and ink, and wrote eight letters in a row, which were sent to the four major factions of Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kongtong and Qin, Xiao, Yi and Miao, and agreed to reunite in Xiaojian Villa after January to discuss the revival. Eight fast horses galloped out of each other, galloping towards the place where the eight factions were. Passing by the horse's hooves, the sand and dust on the avenue are billowing, obscuring the distant scene in a hazy and hazy way, but the wind is not in vain but the eyes are blazing in the distance, as if through the haze, everything is in full view.

After sending off the eight horses, it was already noon, the wind was in a good mood, but he didn't feel hungry, so he ate something casually, returned to his room, and meditated.

At the time of the lamp, Li Yuanying sent someone to respectfully invite the wind to dine in vain, but the person came at the door, but found that the door was ajar, and he had the courage to probe in to see that it was empty. The man replied to Li Yuanying, and Li Yuanying didn't care, just shook his head.

At this moment, Feng Buvain was already sitting on the Zhexian Tower, leisurely tasting wine and food. The cool evening breeze swept through and blew the placket of his clothes, and the dark night clothes loomed under his coat. Full of wine and food, the wind threw a few coins and broken silver on the table, quietly climbed up to the roof, pressed the coat under the glazed tiles, and a few ups and downs, dissolved into the growing night.

Although Jingzhao City is prosperous, it is not broad, and the wind is not in vain and it is extremely top, and it will not take long to stand on the roof of Linfeng Residence. He looked intently into the courtyard, and there was no light in the night.

"What the hell is this old fellow doing?" muttered to the wind, and whispered to the door, which was still locked, no different from daytime. The wind jumped into the courtyard in vain, and his eyes swept over the main room on the north side and the east and west wings, and suddenly found that the doors of the three sides were wide open, and the black doorway was like a deep eye, cunning and indifferent, and meaningful. The wind listened intently, except for the occasional barking of dogs in the distance, everything in the courtyard was so quiet.

It's really a secluded place, how could Qin Songyue fall in love with this place?