Shen Pingqi had already said before, and he already knew about Luo Hongsleeve. Because Luo Hongsleeve was in the inner gate of the Bitter Sword Sect, it was impossible to receive and transmit messages at will. Even if it is like Dong Zhen said in a high-sounding manner, the seven factions are in the same spirit, watch and help each other, and the relationship between the Bitter Sword Sect and the Jade Rui Sect is good, it will not work!

If you want to pass the information into the Bitter Sword Sect's mountain protection array, and if you want to pass the information out of the mountain, you have to pass the verification. That is to say, the letter that Luo Hongsleeve passes here must be in plaintext, so that anyone can understand it at a glance. Even so, when the letters from the outer sects come to the Bitter Sword Sect, they will be checked by special experts to see if there are any ulterior secrets hidden in them. Only letters that have been inspected will fall into the hands of disciples of the outer sect like Luo Hongsleeve, who are guests of the Bitter Sword Sect.

Shen Pingqi was in charge of a part of the sect's great array, and if he wanted to know this kind of news, maybe he would have already known the content of her letter before Luo Hongsleeve.

"Don't worry, girl with red sleeves. Although Dong Zhen is not smiling, he can sit on the deacon elder, and he is naturally capable of dealing with things. He said to Lu Zhu'er: "You and Bai Ping will accompany the red-sleeved girl to the Pingyun Hall for a while, and I will go to the Tianfu Hall to have a look." ”

Luo Hongsleeve was in a hurry and had no choice but to follow Dong Zhen's arrangement.

She also knew that the Jade Rui Sect was suffering from the insect plague, but she couldn't do anything about it. In the past few days, Luo Hongsleeve has been a guest of the Bitter Sword Sect, and he doesn't want the sect to get the news, and the insect disaster of the Bitter Sword Sect has been solved. Considering that Luo Hongsleeve happened to be a guest in the Bitter Sword Sect, the Jade Rui Sect immediately summoned her and told her to find a disciple named Fang Zhuo. Or go directly to the deacon elders of the Bitter Sword Sect. Originally, Luo Hongsleeve was overjoyed after receiving the summons, because the deacon elder and Fang Zhuo were both in person, and it was impossible to say that the Jade Rui Sect could still take the lead in this matter. But as soon as Shen Pingqi appeared, things changed.

"Senior brother, I only have wine here, not tea. When Shen Pingqi entered the door and saw the old man in black, Wang Pinglin, he was not surprised at all, but said this lightly.

Wang Pinglin was not pretentious, sat down directly, picked up the wine bowl and said, "If you want to drink good wine, I still have to look for you." If I come to you and I'm looking for tea, then I don't know how to enjoy it. ”

Shen Pingqi smiled faintly, took out a small porcelain altar and threw it to Wang Pinglin. Then he took out two jade bowls, and slowly began to drink and drunk shrimp again.

Fang Zhuo's nose twitched, and he habitually identified the medicinal properties from the wine in Shen Ping's bowl, and here Wang Pinglin poured two bowls of wine and beckoned him to sit down. Fang Zhuo glanced at Shen Pingqi, and Wang Pinglin smiled: "Don't pay attention to him, we will drink ours." Come on, come on, and be polite to him. My junior brother is such a lazy person, don't worry about him. ”

Fang Zhuo was still hesitating, and Shen Pingqi glanced at him: "The ability was not small just now, why didn't you have the courage at this time?"

Fang Zhuo really lost a little temper when he heard this, confessed his guilt, and sat down directly. The wine that entertained Wang Pinglin here was naturally different from the medicinal wine that Shen Pingqi drank himself, and as soon as the aroma of the wine entered his nose, Fang Zhuo couldn't help the wine worms from climbing up. He doesn't have any alcohol addiction, but a glass of spirit wine every day feeds him with all the amount of wine he tastes.

Fang Zhuo's hand shook, and a plate of spirit fruits was taken out, and the game made of smoked marinated sauce was laid out. Shen Pingqi was not surprised or polite, and tore a rabbit leg and ate it in a big bite. took a bite and said vaguely in his mouth: "Hmm, low-level wind spirit rabbit, a rare good thing." ”

"Really fake?!" Wang Pinglin also snatched a rabbit leg when he heard this, and began to complain vaguely: "I said Fang Zhuo, your luck is so good? Old man, I have taken care of these guys for hundreds of years, and no one will honor me for this good thing." ”

Fang Zhuo knew that Wang Pinglin was making fun of himself, and he didn't answer, he smiled, took a sip of wine and meat, and ate very moist.

After the three of them had two bowls of wine, Shen Pingqi glanced at Fang Zhuo and said, "You kid has gained a lot this time, right?"

Fang Zhuo smiled and said, "Isn't it relying on the support of the two seniors? Otherwise, if you eat the belt bones today, you won't necessarily lose a scum." ”

"Do you also know the way?" Shen Ping glanced at him, not wanting to say the next sentence and directly asking Fang Zhuo to spray a sip of wine on the table!

"What Thunder Sword Peak, what Thunder Sword, what kind of father and grandfather he is, next time he encounters such a thing, he will open it directly! I really don't know what your brute force is used for!"

Fang Zhuo squirted a sip of wine, and looked at Shen Pingqi directly, the corners of his mouth were dripping with wine, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"You're not drunk, what nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Pinglin patted Fang Zhuo at the other and said, "Don't listen to him, be cautious in doing things." No matter what happens within the sect, there is no need to be afraid that it is true. But the things within the sect are family affairs, and this must be grasped clearly. Once you leave the sect, even if you have many suspicions, you must understand that the same sect is the same family, and it is absolutely forbidden to bring out the grievances in the sect!"

Shen Pingqi pursed his lips disdainfully, and said, "Senior brother, what are you in a hurry, I will tell him this right away." ”

"You, you've been lazy all these years, but in your bones you are still the popularity of the Star Sword back then, and you can't get the slightest bit oily. Wang Pinglin smiled and counted.

The corners of Shen Pingku's mouth smiled slightly bitterly, and he changed the topic and said, "Boy, tell me, do you plan to think about it next next or do you plan to retreat and cultivate?"

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his question was a little strange. Whether it's a retreat or a wall, it seems to be a confinement for him. Did you do something wrong?

"Don't scare Fang Zhuo. Wang Pinglin waved his hand and motioned for Shen Pingkun to drink by himself. He explained: "Well, that's how it ............. ”

As soon as Wang Pinglin explained, Fang Zhuo understood that he was accidentally in the center of a whirlpool. Wang Pinglin hurriedly came to ask Fang Zhuo if there was any other way to solve the green-winged flying moth. As for the dragon artemisia, if it doesn't have it, can it be replaced by other elixirs with dragon energy. If nothing else, the insect plague of the Bitter Sword Sect was solved, and other sects came to the door.

The Bitter Sword Sect was the boss in the Fulong Mountain Cultivation Realm, and for so many years, the large and small sects of the Fulong Mountain family were still harmonious. Although the competition in the dark has never stopped, there are few times when the skin is torn apart on the surface. Especially in many things, the seven major sects advance and retreat together, and it is indeed the same spirit.

Now that the Bitter Sword Sect has solved the insect plague, it doesn't matter if it doesn't matter to other sects. Therefore, Wang Pinglin wanted to ask Fang Zhuo if he could think of a way to pull other sects along. For the Bitter Sword Sect, this is a good opportunity to sell favors!