What Ji Ming said is not unreasonable, the danger of the cultivation realm is already everywhere, and it is not the danger of going deep into the dangerous place to put your life in danger, and everything can be fine if you hide at home. [Ran^Text^Library] Many times the danger is around you, all kinds of guns and arrows, the entire Xiuzhen world is like a huge vanity fair, right and wrong world, there is no escape.

Since stepping into the Immortal Dao, Fang Yan has been cautious, but he has not lived a few days of calm and calm, and cultivating with peace of mind has always been his greatest wish, but unfortunately he rarely gets his wish. Since this is the fate of the monks, there is no escaping the dialect, and they can only choose the lesser of two evils, and struggle in it to find a moment of peace for themselves and their families.

In this way, Ji Ming and the dialect are not too similar, but the current situation of the dialect is slightly better, but it is also extremely limited, although the conditions of the Ji family are difficult, but they have taken root here, and the dialect is still wandering around with the children of the family. If the Su family really planned to send him to the front line of the battle against the demon cultivators, or to spy on the movements of the demon sect, as Ji Ming said, then the first thing he would do was to settle his family.

"Senior brother's burden is really not light, the junior brother's situation is slightly better, there are only a few people around who need to be taken care of, and the senior brother must tell the junior brother if there is anything in the future. There is also Shangyuan City, although it is not prosperous, there are always some errands to do, if the Ji family has suitable candidates, the senior brother can also recommend a few, so as not to worry about everything. ”

"Well, Senior Brother won't be polite to you. But the junior and younger disciples don't need to be so angry with the eight major sects, in fact, all the sects in the world are the same, the first consideration is their own interests, how can they care about the life and death of others. Take Lihuomen as an example, if the strength is enough, I don't know what I will do, and when I returned to the light in those years, the nearby sects and monks also complained about Lihuomen. The junior brother is also a long-time person now, and he will naturally figure it out in the future, and the senior brother doesn't want to say more. ”

There is nothing wrong with the truth, the sect was originally formed by a group of monks to protect their own interests, and it can be said that they are inherently selfish, counting on them to take care of the interests of others. It's tantamount to asking for fish from the wood. But the dialect is not pleasing to the eyes of the eight major sects, but he no longer excludes cooperation with the Qingyuan Sect, it is not easy to survive in the world today, and what he sees and feels in the Ji family is deeply touched by the dialect, if the Fang family is like this, the dialect can't turn a blind eye to asking himself.

Ten ** dialects will also be like Ji Ming, struggling to support the family's heavy responsibility. Not to mention sacrificing one's own cultivation, it is also possible to compromise for the sake of the family. The monk is not a real immortal, he can be careless, but he is just a mortal with a little cultivation in his body. Moreover, cooperation is not unilateral, and you can also choose to take the initiative, and the relatively weak party is not inactive and at the mercy of others.

The two chatted calmly for a long time, and there was no fierce dispute, not even a quarrel, which put Qingluan on the side at ease. I can't help but feel a little weird. Maybe Ji Ming's mentality slowly adjusted, and Fang Yan was also touched by the current situation of the Ji family, and when he looked back, he found that the argument between the two the day before yesterday was meaningless, which only added to his troubles.

Thinking about it, what the two of them are arguing about is not substantive matters, but their attitudes towards the Eight Great Sects and the Su family. There is no specific action, so why be so serious, it is simply unnecessary. On the surface, in the end, Fang Yan compromised with Ji Ming, but in fact, he didn't do anything, just to show his attitude, and if he was reluctant at that time, he could be flexible. Of course, Ji Ming may also care more about him.

While he was talking, someone outside reported that the elder Chang family brought a few people to visit, and it was estimated that a few people in the hall felt different and chased them all the way. When Ji Ming brought them in, he saw Fang Yan sitting here with a calm face, and then stood up and greeted a few people. It seems that he is in a good mood, and the people from the Chang family are obviously stunned for a moment.

Everyone gathered in the Ji family, and since this is the case, the dialect has to linger here for a day. During this period, he hinted to several members of the Chang family openly and secretly, and with Chang Mantang's sophistication, he quickly understood it and promised a lot of benefits to the Ji family with the dialect. Early the next morning, Fang Yan took Qingluan with confidence and returned directly to Uehara City.

On the way back to the city, the more Fang Yan thought about it, the more he felt that Ji Ming's speculation was reasonable, and the Su family should have taken a fancy to his own way of dealing with demonic beasts, because in addition, he really had nothing worth doing for the Su family, as for what he needed to do in the future, it was not clear, and it was related to the matter of the Demon Gate.

Now the stewards in the city have gradually adapted to the habit of dialect, few people will come to disturb him, and no one pays attention to him after going out for a few days, and dialect quietly returns to the city lord's mansion with Qingluan. When he returned to the city, he continued to be his shopkeeper, hiding at home every day to practice, ignoring all the chores in the city, and waiting for the Su family's next move.

Ji Ming may be busy contacting the Chang family, and he has no time to come during this time, so Fang Yan closed his door and cultivated without distractions, which is the life he is most familiar with. It's a pity that this kind of good life has only passed for less than a month, and just when he was cultivating to the end, he was disturbed, and Chang Qing quietly came to the door to send a secret report, the Su family is here, and it is in the immortal city.

"It's only been a short time since I took office, and I'm going to start doing things for them, and the Su family seems to be too eager. Probably not, this is not like the usual practice of big families, you have to talk about face. Although Fang Yan was a little confused, he still hurried to Xiancheng under Changqing's arrangement.

Along the way, Changqing took his own servants, saddled up and rode back to pay homage to the dialect. Since the dialect and the Chang family turned into a jade silk, this evergreen has come back to life in the city, but in front of the dialect, he pretends to be very honest, this is a person with eight faces, and he can put down his body, not much worse than Chang Mantang.

When he arrived in Xiancheng, it was almost late at night, Chang Qing walked quickly through the city gate with dialect, and the Chang family passed the word to him, and the distinguished guests from the Su family were eager to see Fang Yan, and no matter how late the time was, they would invite Fang Yan. How dare Chang Qing slack off, and he didn't dare to urge too much, he carefully led Fang Yan to sit in the Chang family's beast cart and shuttle through the streets and alleys of Xiancheng.

Half an hour later, the beast cart stopped in front of an extraordinarily decorated gatehouse, and before it could get close, it smelled a faint aroma, not only here, but as soon as he entered the street, Fang Yan felt that there was something strange in the air here.

Get down from the beast cart, only to see the magnificent and luxurious gatehouse shining, the lintel is inlaid with dozens of huge fluorites, illuminating the front of the door. A few pairs of red lanterns hang down from the eaves, the vermilion doorpost is reflected like splashing blood, a gold plaque in the middle of the lintel, and a few big cyan characters "Rejuvenation Pavilion" are written on it.

"Hey, what kind of place is this? It can't be the Dust Washing Pavilion. Standing in front of the door, he was slightly stunned, this kind of gaudy decoration is rarely used in hotel teahouses, and the name of this store also exudes a kitsch atmosphere, he has never entered such a place, but he has seen it when he wanders around many places, it seems to be this style.

How could someone from the Su family choose to meet in such a place, it seems that it is too casual, and Fang Yan immediately felt a little displeased in his heart, this is the place to talk about things. Subconsciously turned around and glanced at Chang Qing, Chang Qing immediately reacted, looking at the appearance of the dialect and not understanding, his expression was slightly embarrassed for a while, and then he came up with a smile.

"It may be that the distinguished guests of the Su family like this, the clan has to arrange it like this, it is definitely not my Chang family's intention to do this, if the city lord Fang wants to blame, just go back and punish his subordinates. Isn't it ...... now" Chang Qing still had a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart, and he was very worried that Fang Yan would attack in anger, and even he would be unlucky.

"Let's go, lead the way, this kind of place has never been before, and we should see it well today. Fang Yan thought about it, since the people who came were so behaving, it didn't matter if they came, let them come urgently, it might be to go to the fairy city to play the prestige of their Su family. As long as it's not an errand, go back and continue to be his city lord in peace, and leave after a few perfunctory strokes after entering.

Chang Qing's face was relieved at this time, and he hurriedly led the dialect in front of him. As soon as you enter the door, you can only see the golden splendor, red, green and green, dazzling flowers, the fragrance is compelling, groups of red men and green women are sitting or standing, and from time to time there are monks who come to the door and skillfully step into it to talk about it. There were still a few female cultivators who came here, and immediately the male attendants here came forward to greet them.

The air is filled with a strong smell of fat powder, mixed with bursts of strange fragrance, which together exude a restless atmosphere. Fang Yan shook his head helplessly, Chang Qing didn't speak when he saw this, and hurriedly walked in front, quickly walking through the lobby with Fang Yan, and entering a large courtyard of hundreds of acres through a side door.

The whole large courtyard is almost occupied by the lake, with several rockery pavilions in the middle, several painted covered bridges flying on it, and dozens of almost connected small buildings along the lake, with red flowers and green trees in it. Each pavilion is carved with beams and paintings, hung with all kinds of red lanterns, and the walls are pasted with colorful paper, which emits dazzling neon lights at night, reflecting the colorful surface of the lake.

Along the corridor by the lake, the two of them walked forward quickly, and the screams and laughter along the way kept coming from the small buildings by the lake. There are also small boats with red lanterns paddling leisurely on the lake, and the men and women in the boats are wandering, causing ripples on the lake. The whole compound is like a paradise on earth, and it is like a ghost city, and it is strange everywhere.

Fang Yan's face became more and more ugly, and he wanted to turn around and leave several times, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart, and followed Chang Qing to the innermost three-story pavilion. When he arrived here, Chang Qing couldn't help but sigh, and then glanced at Fang Yan carefully, and then walked lightly to the door of the small building, Fang Yan suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, was he still afraid that he would run away.

A moment later, Chang Qing came running briskly again, carefully guiding Fang Yan into the building. Where does this person still look like a deputy city lord in the foundation building period, he is simply a small guy in a shop, Fang Yan kept shaking his head in his heart.

When I came to the second floor, I heard bursts of laughter from afar, and the doors of several rooms were open or closed, and several monks stood at the door of the innermost room, and when they saw them, they immediately cast a vigilant gaze.

"Fellow Daoists, Chang Qing, a disciple of the Xia Chang family, is the city lord of the dialect of Shangyuan City, and he was summoned by the distinguished guests of the Su family and specially came from Shangyuan City. Chang Qing hurriedly said loudly to them, and also had the intention of communicating to the inside at the same time.

"Come in, is that dialect coming?" a slightly shrill voice came from within, and his tone was rather arrogant. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )