"I'm just a person who guards the medicine garden, what right do I have to make the decision for Senior Brother Zhang and let people in? The cave mansion, the most secret and safe place for monks, how can outsiders be allowed to enter and leave? If there is any accident, ......?"

"Even if there is no accident, it is a big loss of face for the senior brother. ”

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Senior Brother Li became, and sure enough, the following words knocked him into the abyss.

"Senior Brother Li, from now on, you don't have to come again, Uncle Deacon, I will go and talk about it. ”

After speaking, Zhang Fan didn't wait for him to reply, walked inside, took two steps, but paused, looked back, and saw Senior Brother Li, who was usually as lively as a teenager, muttering in his mouth at this time, looking discouraged, looking depressed.

A little unbearable in his heart, Zhang Fan hesitated slightly, but still sighed secretly, and said, "Senior Brother Li, I have a transmission note, you can help me bring it to Senior Brother Zhuohao's mansion!"

After a pause, he added, "Senior brother, there is also a shortage of people to manage the medicine garden. ”

"Ah!" Senior Brother Li was stunned when he heard this, and only after a while did he show ecstasy on his face, and said incoherently: "Thank you, Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I was wrong, and I will never do it again." ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Fan nodded, and then ignored him.

Since he is wrong, he will be punished, and it is impossible to keep him, but he might as well be given a chance to reform himself.

With his reputation in the sect now, coupled with his ignorant behavior, if he is swept out of the house by himself, he is afraid that he will immediately give people pointers, and he will be sad, and it will be difficult to find a suitable handyman.

However, knowing Mu Shaoai, he was fascinated by the ghost for a while, so there was no need to be too harsh, not to mention, the person inside was like a fairy in the status of the junior monks of the Faxiang Sect, so it was no wonder that he was confused.

After the matter was dealt with, Zhang Fan no longer cared about it, but instead thought about how to deal with the people inside.

"Swirl!" sighed and stepped inside.

......

The courtyard where Zhang Fan is located is different from the cave mansion built by the monks themselves during the foundation building period.

Most of their caves are for safety and secrecy considerations, they are all do-it-yourself or with one or two confidants, and they are forbidden to protect themselves with their hearts.

And the courtyard like where Zhang Fan lived, which belonged to the core disciples of the Qi refining period, was built by the deacon hall of the sect and handed over to the outer disciples.

Most of those outer disciples have been trained in the world, have traveled extensively, and they are building a residence for the core disciples, how can they not be careful?

Therefore, please more skilled craftsmen, extremely elaborate and elegant things, is a flower and a grass, a tree and a stone, but also have their own exquisite, pavilions and pavilions, taking into account the beauty and elegance, even if it is the home of the worldly magnates, it is just so.

Ping said that they were too busy with cultivation and never really paid attention to the scenery of the courtyard, which could be regarded as a waste of their hard work.

At this time, walking along the snake path, for some reason, Zhang Fan's heart was calm, and he couldn't help but appreciate it.

The clear spring is upstream, and the mottled pine shines among the trees. There are also rockeries towering and towering, and the Tibetan wind gathers qi, and you can see the majesty in the elegant place.

A pavilion on the side of the mountain, with the arms of the warriors. There are elegant stones on the side of the pavilion, which is very secluded.

I don't know who is ingenious, but in a small area, to create a deep mountain and secluded forest environment, wandering in the meantime to make people forget the dust.

Such a beautiful scene, but they can't be beaten, the elegance of one person.

On the stone beside the pavilion, the back of a very graceful one, the small stove is roasted, and the tea is cooked by hand.

Elegant and detached, every move does not need to be deliberate, it makes people ashamed of themselves, does not have blasphemy thoughts, and cherishes admiration.

The Fa Xiangzong is full of heroes, Luan Xiang Fengji, but there is only one person, who can be like this.

- Ji Zhiyun!

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, his expression was solemn, his steps were not hurried, and he came to sit down in front of her.

I didn't ask her opinion, so I took a cup of fragrant tea in front of me and drank it, and after a long aftertaste, I said abruptly: "Uncle Ji is here, Zhang Fan is far away." ”

Yes, it's Uncle Ji.

In the face of it, Zhang Fan found that the unique spiritual pressure of the monks in the foundation building period was faced, and under the shock and bitterness in his heart, he had to soothe it by drinking tea, so that he could deal with it calmly.

Ji Zhiyun started ten years earlier, and he has been practicing for less than 20 years, but he has already succeeded in building a foundation! Such a talent can be called amazing.

She and Xiruo and Bai Yiyi have always said together, but at this time, she has already taken the first step towards immortality ahead of the two.

"Senior Brother Zhang doesn't have to be polite, Zhiyun took the liberty to come and ask about something. ”

As if not noticing Zhang Fan's surprise, Ji Zhiyun said leisurely.

"I don't dare to be called a junior brother, Uncle Lao asks, and the younger generation should listen to the teachings. ”

Zhang Fan's response was still stable and obedient, but at the end, he used a sentence to listen to the teachings instead of knowing everything, and the inner meaning is really thought-provoking.

Ji Zhiyun frowned lightly, and sighed faintly: "Do you know, what is the relationship between Nangong Yi and Zhiyun?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and said nothing, although his face was silent, his heart was terrified.

Regarding Ji Zhiyun's sudden arrival, he already had all kinds of speculations in his heart, but he didn't want to, but it was the worst one.

"He's the Shuangxiu Taoist companion I came to say. Ji Zhiyun seemed to be saying something irrelevant, and said it lightly.

"What?" Zhang Fan's face finally changed color, and thoughts flashed through his mind.

Nine Flame Dragon Ball, where did Nangong Yi come from? This treasure has never been inherited in the same vein of his father Nangong Wuwang, even if Nangong Wuwang is hopeless, there is absolutely no possibility of being in the sect.

Moreover, in the valley of no return, Nangong Yi has an inexplicable paranoia about this treasure, if it weren't for this, he would not have died under Zhang Fan's hands.

Now everything is clear.

Come to think of it, the Nine Flame Dragon Ball should be owned by Ji Zhiyun, as for why it was lent to Nangong Yi, it is still unknown, but one thing is clear.

Nangong Yi thought that before entering the valley, he learned that her breakthrough was imminent, or rather, it was for this reason that he would enter the valley for trial.

It is unknown that he is ashamed of himself and works hard, but he is only known to have an obsession with the Nine Flame Dragon Balls borrowed from Ji Zhiyun, and he died because of it.

Zhang Fan's surprise and groan could not make Ji Zhiyun's mood fluctuate in any way, and she continued to say in a flat tone: "Although this matter was arranged by the elders, Zhiyun was not very happy in her heart. ”

It's just that she doesn't like it, but it's not disgust and refusal, even if it's such a big thing, in her mouth, no matter what the tone means, it's still alienated and shallow.

"But. Her gaze met Zhang Fan for the first time, "He is nominally my Taoist companion, and he died because of me, and I can't help but avenge him." ”

It seems that electric light flashed in the floating clouds, and like the tip of a needle in the cotton wool, a little edge in the extreme grace was exposed in front of Zhang Fan.