118 Sifan Dongtian

"Brother, have you really returned to Shushan?"

Xia Gulin is dealing with the file before the case. From the time he went to the Yanzhi Trial Tower to rescue his brother until he recovered from his injury, the information on the movements of the six sects collected by Wu Lingchun has been piled up like mountains.

"Yes."

Nan Gezi walked to the table, probed the wall of the medicine bowl with his fingers, and shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, it has been cold for a long time.

No matter how fast the injury is, you can't listen to the doctor like this. When these brothers were injured, in contrast, only Wu Lingchun was the most worry-free.

Xia Gulin knows very well that it is impossible for his brother to return to Shushan now. The fact that he broke away from the demon clan and was rescued by Xia Gulin should have been known by the six sects. At this time, if he immediately returns to Shushan, the guys who are sanctimonious and self-respected to be righteous will certainly not give up. They will go to Shushan to plead guilty, which will bring trouble to the master.

Why did the senior brother leave this sentence for him? Is it possible that he is also as clever as Nan Gezi. Is it expected that the next time they meet, it will be in Shushan?

It's okay if you don't want to do it.

Xia Gulin raised his head, and Nan Gezi was still standing in front of him and did not leave. The bowl of cold medicine has been ordered to remove it and fry it again.

"Why don't you go?" Xia Gulin opened another letter.

"Didn't the eldest brother have something to ask me?"

There were chairs next to it, but Nan Gezi didn't mean to sit down. He had a relaxed smile on the corners of his mouth, and sure enough, he guessed Xia Gulin's thoughts again.

Xia Gulin put down the things in his hand and raised his head again. He has imagined countless times what his eyes would be like if Nan Gezi saw the light again one day.

Looking at his indifferent smile, I really can't guess how he has found a way to treat eye diseases this time.

Don't ask about this... It's okay.

"Nan Ge, in fact, I have a doubt that I haven't had time to ask you." While Xia Gulin was talking, Nan Gezi had picked up the chair nearby and sat down. "That time I went to the Dead Mountain to compete with the resentment of the dead. In those years--"

Nan Gezi is holding a covered bowl of tea, and the tribute tea in Ganquan County is sweet and fragrant. The "frost and bones, wings rise", which is comparable to the "first in the world" Mengding tea.

"There are a total of 1,000 dead people who sacrificed their lives to seal demons. There were only 999 grievances I saw, one less. Among the thousand dead, the decisive sacrifice with the highest and strongest spiritual power actually escaped, which is probably also an important reason for the loosening of the boundary of the Dead Spirit Mountain and the comeback of demons.

"Big brother doesn't want to ask me where the sacrifice has escaped..." Nan Gezi looked innocent, and his attention seemed to be all focused on tea tasting. He is not as omniscient as everyone thinks. Compared with him, Wu Lingchun's ability to collect information is called shocking.

Xia Gulin moved the letter file from the left to the right. Exploring those secret things like chatting with Nan Gezi does not seem to affect his handling of the affairs of the six sects.

"You don't know?"

"After all, that's an old thing a hundred years ago. Why is the eldest brother so careful?"

"It's not a century old thing. That sacrifice should have escaped in nearly ten years.

This letter at hand by Xia Gulin is a thank-you letter from the Kunlun faction. It is nothing more than thanking the sixth prince for flattening the Dead Mountain and saving the world and the world in danger. Trembling, as usual. His attitude is not afraid of Xia Gulin, but more like a fear of those demons that have turned into a pile of ashes and will resurgence.

The head of the Kunlun School records real people with unique skills, and his swordsmanship cultivation is not under Xia Gulin. The duel between the six princes five years ago was just the first and only battle between the two.

In five years, he kept a low profile, and even Xia Gulin could not imagine his swordsmanship. Therefore, if you say "Order the Six Sects", it only refers to Xia Gulin's appeal, not the power of real power.

The demon that can make the real people so afraid and dare not neglect at all, will it be...

"The eldest brother will ask me like this. Is it that there is already a suspect?"

Xia Gulin's hand reached out to a bright yellow letter. This color is really special.

"Actually, with the wisdom of the eldest brother, there is no need to rely on me at all. The eldest brother is just very modest and never forgets to ask for my opinion at any time. Recently, I only like to read some wild essays.

Nan Gezi said and put down the tea in his hand, "It's like the legend of Mengding tea. In ancient times, the river fish in Qingyi cultivated into a beautiful fairy. As soon as she entered the mortal world, she fell in love with the young man picking flowers in Mengshan and fell in private for the rest of her life. After the two got married, they fell in love and cultivated tea seedlings together. The fish fairy threw the white shoulder gauze into the air and turned it into a white fog covering the top of Meng Mountain. The moistened tea seedlings grew into seven tea trees, which were tall and immortal, and unusual. The tea made was even more sweet and clear, yellow and blue. In the cup, the fragrant clouds covered, and it would not disperse for a long time... ..."

Why did Nan Ge suddenly tell the legend of Mengding tea?

The tea smoke curled, and the white light smoke rose from Nan Gezi's transparent jade-like hand, like a wisp of spring soul.

"The fish fairy and the teenager pick tea and make tea, and live a happy life. However, the good times did not last long. The matter of the fish fairy's divorce from the crystal palace and the marriage of mortals was discovered by the river god, and the river god was angry. It's hard to live up to fate. The fish fairy has to endure pain and leave the world. Lovers can't get married in the end. However..."

Xia Gulin naturally took over the story. The legend of immortal love is probably like this. The love that dares to break through the shackles of the world and the power of the gods, no matter how beautiful it is, it will only end with eternal separation in the end. What is left to the world is just a legend, a sigh, a fragrant tea.

When Xia Gu was about to lose his mind, Nan Gezi had quietly left. Only he took a sip of tea, and the fragrance lingered like illusory.

His eyes naturally returned to the bright yellow letterhead in his hand, and the ghost slid to the landing first--

South China Sea, Sifan Dongtian.

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The news that Xia Gulin was going to take all the six princes to Sifan Dongtian was sent to everyone. The first thing he received was the distant spirit in the Nishang Pavilion on Lianhua Street - and Hua Shenshen.

"Hey? Is it true? Do you want to take us to the Deep Sea Crystal Palace? Yao Lingle opened his arms and turned around in place, and the graceful wide-sleeved skirt was in full bloom like a peony. "It seems that this set of 'Moon Palace Qiluo' must be bought ~ If you dress like this, you will be like a dragon palace fairy~~"

Yaoling is also a regular customer of this Nichang Pavilion. As soon as Yuegong Qiluo got on his clothes, the shopkeeper was full of praise, as if Yaoling was sorry for this dress if he didn't buy it. Hua Shen hugged her shoulder and looked at it, and couldn't help but turn her head.

"What are you humming, envy and hatred?" The boss of Yaoling glanced at the flower deeply unwillingly. Shameless, he followed Yao Ling out to go shopping and bought such a pile of flowers. The flowers were all the money given by Brother Chun--

Hua Shen was so good that she leaned on five or six piles that were taller than her words, and she was so idle to pick up her hair.

"Your thin and flat figure is not suitable for wearing such a large-sleeved skirt. In this way, it looks like--" Hua Shen pointed her jaw and sneered, "It's like a small head on a pile of shapeless cloth. The rest is swallowed up by loose cloth, and there is no beauty at all.

Damn... It's okay to be the enemy at the time of the Yanzhi Trial Tower. Now she is a guest. Yaoling is at least entertaining her host. She won't say compliments to give some face, right? Which world will have such a vicious person?

Seeing that Yao Ling's face turned green, the moon-colored skirt was kneaded into a ball of cabbage in the palm of her clenched hand, and the shopkeeper was very anxious. The two little girls went shopping together. Aren't they friends? How did they enter the store? Nine and a half of the ten sentences were not speculative?

"Boss Ni..." Yao Ling gritted his teeth and loosened his poor skirt. "I want it - all the clothes in this style in your store, I, all, want."

At noon, on the lively Lotus Street, everyone saw two weak and delicate girls dragging six or seven big burdens to squeeze out of the door of the Nishang Pavilion:

"Hey, can you get out of the way? Your burden squeezes the door and I can't get out!"

"You retreated. I bought it first. Of course, I'll come out first!"

Opposite the Nishang Pavilion, there is the Yangchun Hall. The restaurant is always lively and welcoming. Who will notice that there is a young man in cyan clothes sitting in the corner of the back wall, with his hands lazily on his open knees, and his right hand is shiny, and he doesn't know what to take.

The window above his head was opened with a bang. Then, there was a voice of surprise:

"Feng--" The man quickly lowered his voice and bent down to the humane at the wall, "Brother Fengchuan, is it you?"

"Stinky wolfberry, you can find this." Fengchuan smiled sideways and said, "Why, when you came to the wine cellar to get wine, I came to peek at your little weaving?"

The goji berries were so embarrassed that they touched their heads and smiled. Through this window, you can just see the practice room of the Jiqing acrobatic class. It turns out that the little secret of wolfberry has long been discovered by Fengchuan.

"Hey, Brother Fengchuan is deliberately waiting to catch me here, right? Do you want to find me?" Goji berries deliberately turned his head and took a look behind him. Fortunately, no other guy followed him at this time.

"Nonsense, it's not coming out yet!"

When the wolfberries opened the window, Fengchuan stood up and patted the dust on his trousers. Oh, really, I squatted here and waited for a long time, and my buttocks were numb, and the girl didn't do such hard work.

"Bad boy, let me wait for so long."

Fengchuan knocked hard on the goji berries all the way. The wolfberry was so aggrieved that he touched the drum on his forehead and said, "Brother Fengchuan, really. Why don't you come in directly if you have something to do with someone? If I don't come to the wine cellar to pick up the wine for a moment, will you wait here for a moment until dark?

"Wow - you deserve to have been with your little daughter-in-law for a long time, and you have to talk like her! Hey, er~~" Xiao Fengchuan hugged his body and shivered, "Also, I'm the eldest brother and you are the eldest brother!" How can I wait for you to be too much trouble?

"Good, good brother Fengchuan, am I wrong?" Goji berries took a step back, afraid that Fengchuan would hit him again. Fengchuan grew up in the countryside, and his hands are naturally much stronger than the children in these cities who take out crickets and put paper kites. Later, after learning martial arts, it was even more difficult for wolfberries to provoke.

Although the two did not grow up together, they have been playing together for five years. Goji knew that the relationship between Fengchuan and Boss Xiao had not been very harmonious, and both of them were exactly the same stubbornness, but when there was a dispute, no one would bow their heads first. Even when they were at ease, Fengchuan was also an "old man" and an "old bastard" to his father, and he didn't look like a son.

After he traveled around the world with the sixth son, the father and son became more distant. Not to mention the long trip, even in Yangzhou City, Fengchuan will never go back to the Yangchun Hall to visit Xiao Yangchun. Even if he was pulled by Wu Lingchun, he only cared about playing with the second cooks and never said a word to Xiao Yangchun.

However, this time...

He will hide in the back wall. After waiting for the goji berries for so long, he doesn't want the third person to see it. This should not be for something simple. Shouldn't it be for...

"Brother Fengchuan, what can I do for you?"

Feng Chuan's hand has always been behind him. He thought over and over again and stopped for a long time without saying anything, as if he had never made such a difficult decision.

"Brother Fengchuan?"

The wolfberry patted Fengchuan in meditation. His hand behind his back trembled, and he actually extinguished the spirit that had been in the palm of his hand.