Chapter 406 Wanyun Young Master (20) will be hardworking

Zhang Jing's face was red with a smile. "Mo Shengyou, is there only the clothes of the saint to wear"?

"Wear it, you can wear whatever you want!" Fan Yan smiled. Fan Yan always wanted to design a beautiful encounter, but he didn't expect this encounter to be so embarrassing.

Zhang Jing took out a white dress from the holy bag and threw it to Fan Yan. "Mo Shengyou, do you need me to help you." After saying that, there was another burst of giggling music. The whole body of the laughing body trembled.

Fan Yan smiled faintly. "No, no, I'll wear it underneath. That is to say, when Fan Yan was wearing clothes, he felt a little numb, no matter how he wore it, he felt that the front was open, and the back was also open, and it was cold everywhere no matter how he wore it.

Zhang Jing covered her stomach and laughed non-stop.

"Zhang Jing went to help Mo Shengyou wear it." Bai Juan covered his mouth and glanced at Mo Ye, it was obvious that Mo Ye would not wear it at all, and his clothes were all worn down.

Zhang Jing was also not polite, looking arrogant. Three times and five divided by two, Fan Yan finished dressing. Fan Yan reached out and scratched his hair and muttered. "Oh, that's how it was dressed".

"Mo Shengyou, let's go back to Zengcheng." Bai Juan said softly.

"No, Bai Juan, I'm too famous in Zengcheng, let's go to another city." Fan Yan said.

"Okay, let's go there. Bai Juan asked in a soft voice.

"How about going to the official city of Longying Cave, I heard that the Ten Thousand Flowers Festival there is about to start"

"Okay". Bai Juan agreed.

Zhang Jing pulled Bai Juan. "Young master, there are still two months left, and the ceremony of choosing a son-in-law is about to begin." Zhang Jing reminded.

"Don't worry about this, you take this crystal letter, if I don't come back in two months, tell the cave master to postpone the election date." Bai Juan said it very naturally, and Zhang Jing was stunned for a long time. This is a sensational event in the Holy Land, how can it be a child's play.

"Hey, hey. It's such a big deal, little girl, you said it doesn't count." A shocking voice came from a distance, very far away, but it restrained people's hearts.

Zhang Jing stared fiercely at the starry sky. There was a mysterious eye blinking and blinking. "What kind of saints, pretending to be a god there."

When Zhang Jing's angry voice shouted, a square handkerchief flew into the sky, and in a flash, countless plum blossoms shot towards the source of the sound.

"The carving insect skill is carried in front of the ancestor". As he spoke, countless plum blossoms stopped in the sky as if they were nailed to the cloth. Then the spatial aura trembled, and countless plum blossoms turned into a little mist.

Bai Juan was startled, and the other party defeated Zhang Jingxin's "Wanhua Duel". It seems that the opponent should be above the Condensation Realm.

"Oops. This time it's lively. That miscellaneous hair from the Holy Sword Mountain also made a move." The three souls said with a little surprise.

Bai Juan saluted to the sky, "Wanyun Bai Juan has seen the ancestor." Bai Juan saw that the other party only broke his tricks, and didn't want to hurt people, so he hurriedly saluted and greeted.

The terrifying sound of the distant sky sounded again. "You're welcome, I'll take one thing and leave."

A big black hand flew in the distance and grabbed the frightened Fan Yan. Fan Yan didn't have time to struggle, and disappeared into the night sky in a flash.

"Old ......". Bai Juan only shouted one word in a panic. Unable to perceive the divine consciousness of the sky anymore. Bai Juan only now realized that his divine sense was too weak compared to the mysterious ancestor just now, and this mysterious ancestor was two hundred miles away. Attacks launched.

Bai Juan's heart was sad for a while. Standing in the silent night breeze, no one could understand the tears flowing in Bai Juan's heart, and no one could hear this silent cry. I was chilled by this cool night breeze and blew away my soul. It blows away hope, and blows the ground full of sorrow.

"Young Master, don't be sad, we will still find Mo Shengyou." Zhang Jing can only be comforted like this.

Suddenly. In the far sky, glow-in-the-dark flames flew in. A saint priest said in a surprised voice: "Bai Juan, you are here, I am about to turn over Zeng City."

Between the words. Warm, damp voices come to your face.

Bai Juan looked at the sky in a daze. He closed his eyes in distraction, an indescribable taste, cold as ice and snow on his cheeks, freezing the tears that had not been shed for a long time.

After a long time, Bai Juan said softly, "Zhang Jing walked back to Zengcheng."

"Bai Juan, I'll accompany you". Bi Hao said.

"No need Bi Shaomaster, I'm tired and want to go back to rest." After speaking, Bai Juan disappeared into the slight breeze of the night with endless loss and sadness. A slight sigh fell at the moment of disappearance, dripping on the black leaves, startling drops of night dew.

Bi Hao watched Bai Juan disappear. Slowly turned around to look at Bi Jing. "Bi Law Enforcement Envoy, can you tell who did it?"

Bi Jing shook his head. "Young master, this saint is about the fourth layer of condensation, I have no chance of winning, otherwise I will intercept that little saint, except for the young master's troubles."

"It's better now, we don't need to make a move, go back to Zengcheng." Bi Hao smiled.

Fan Yan only felt that his neck tightened and he lost consciousness, and when the condensation penetrated Fan Yan's body, Fan Yan shivered in his sleep. It was as if I was in the snow that the cold wind shook off, and the chilled mixed body shivered.

Fan Yan opened his eyes violently, the silver-white moonlight sprinkled on his face, and the smell of herbs filled the surroundings with the smell of Ningzhong, like several layers of transparent silk covering his body. I don't feel the warmth, but I can feel the deeper cold.

Fan Yan looked at his surroundings in confusion. A sharp sound echoed in my ears. "Little saint, tell me what your name is, answer my questions truthfully, and I won't be difficult for you."

Fan Yan looked through the silver moonlight. The voice seemed to come from a soft, netted space. All the eyes touched was a soft net, as if they were lying on a large net. That sound is in the network cable.

In the depths of Fan Yan's mind, the three souls said softly. "Little Huangzi, answer him, I really want to know what this bastard boy wants to do."

Fan Yan said with a few timidities. "What do you want to ask?"

Loud voices echoed from the network cable. "You're from somewhere"?

"Wanyun Cave". Fan Yan replied.

"Wanyun Cave"? "What is your name?" The voice was a little puzzled.

"Fan Yan". Fan Yan replied truthfully.

There was silence for a long time. "Little saint, where is your holy bag"?

"It was taken away by the disciples who wanted to kill me. ......”。 Fan Yan told the story of the incident in 1510.

Loud and silent again. He didn't speak again for a long time.

The night sank into silence again, blurring the void and the illusion of the web, like a dream. I could only see that the night sky was surprisingly quiet and surprisingly bright. Except for a few bits and pieces of starlight in the sky, almost all of them were snow-white silver.

In the soft hazy moonlight, the starlight blur is intertwined with the night crystals of the pavilion. The wind blew gently and softly, and the pavilion floated in the black mist.

In the small pavilion, a white-haired old man and an ugly middle-aged saint sat opposite each other.

"Master, I asked the captured saints. He said that he was Fan Yan of Wanyun Cave". The middle-aged saint said.

"No, Wu Yazi and Bian Lezi are sure that he is Mo Xie, it seems that he is trying to hide his identity. What better way to get him to tell the truth." The white-haired old man said.

"There is a master, but it is too harsh, I am afraid that if I can't get it right, I won't get it, and people will be scattered!" The middle-aged saint shook his head as he spoke.

"It doesn't matter, I'll see who he is tomorrow, if it's really the person we're looking for, it doesn't matter what means we use." The white-haired old man said fiercely.

"Master, if you don't call the second senior brother back, he is more advanced than us in soul magic." The middle-aged saint said thoughtfully.

"By the way, your second senior brother, where is it now, why haven't I seen it all this time." The old man frowned.

"Master, you don't know what to do, the second senior brother is now a hermit, there is no big deal, and no one can find him. If I want to find him, I have to use Jingxin. I don't know where he is."

"Okay, then contact your second senior brother, I also want to see him."

"Then good master, I'll take my leave." After saying that, the middle-aged saint disappeared.

The white-haired old man sat quietly. An old voice sounded in my head. "Ancestor, we can't kill Mo Xie when we said it, you can't tell the truth."

"Gan Jiang, when did you tell the truth, your ancestor, now you are a saint of the fifth layer of agility, and after a while, I will guarantee you to the solid root realm. As long as that Mo Xie hands over the Holy Soldier and the "Divine Creation", you can rest assured that I will definitely not be difficult for him. Our biggest enemy is the Holy Sword Villa, and I don't want to make too many enemies." Bixin Ziguang said.

"Okay, tomorrow I'll go to see the captured saint, if it's Mo Xie, I will definitely convince him." The white-haired old man muttered to himself.

"Okay, let's go and cultivate."

The white-haired old man sighed. The voice in the back of my head rang again. "Little general, don't sigh, don't worry, as soon as this matter is over, I will immediately arrange for someone to find Yue'er, his soul consciousness is good, which means that there is no danger at all."

"Ancestor Xie, I am such a grandson, I have been away for a long time, I really can't rest assured! The white-haired old man spoke with a hint of sadness.

There was silence in the small pavilion, and the cadre stood up gently. He staggered to the railing of the pavilion and looked up at the starlight in the night sky and the moon in the west. A trace of endless melancholy rose from his heart, and after staring at it for a long time, the cadre sat back in the center of the pavilion and slowly closed his eyes.

The night breeze gently swept through the gaps in the leaves, cool and soft, blowing on the small surface of the pool. The clear light of the moon is like water through the thin light mist, gently sprinkled on the sparkling black water, with the depth of the night, there is only a lonely figure in the small pavilion, white hair fluttering in the hazy fog, faintly floating around, as if this is a dreamlike shadow. Occasionally, there would be a long sigh, which would come from the small pool, and the sound would be thin and faint, like a trilling sound from the depths of the heart. Add a bit of sad and charming artistic conception to this psychedelic night. (To be continued......)