How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 85 Senior Brother, I Love Tea Like My Life

"Then do you know Gan Rong?"

"Do you know Ganrong?"

"Why...?"

Hearing these words, Murong Jingyan felt her eyes go dizzy, and she anxiously searched the floor.

This is not a question of recognition or not at all, this.
"I should know."

Murong Jingyan replied helplessly, a bad premonition had already arisen in her heart.

Sure enough, the landlord's voice immediately became brighter:

"Grandfather knew that with Jingyan's talent and sensitivity, you will definitely not let go of anyone who seems worth taking advantage of."

"Presumably you also see its extraordinary?"

Murong Jingyan didn't dare to say anything, but just hummed.

Bufan has not been found yet.

But it's true that I'm going to be so angry with infertility now.

First, he was smashed for a birthday gift, and then he was played around by himself pretending to be a fairy. Not long ago, he suffered a dumb loss when he went up the mountain, and was swayed by avoiding the poisonous oath with a full face of aggrieved.

If I ran into this alone outside, Bao Buqi would be killed by Gan Rong on the spot.

The landlord didn't know it, and talked endlessly to himself:

"Although the Nine Provinces League has developed rapidly in recent years, and there have been many masters under its command, but the snake's heart swallows the elephant, after all, there is still a big hidden danger."

"Especially in order to gain prestige against the enemy, after destroying the Brahma Holy Land ten years ago in one fell swoop, many old ministries were destroyed, so we had to suspend our pace to recuperate."

"Raising soldiers in wartime and raising people in leisure time, this is the perfect time for me to pull out my teeth. Wu Mingcang shares the same ambitions with me. From the present point of view, it is just right."

"It's just that he only made one request."

At this point, the landlord's voice came faintly
"After destroying the Burning Heaven Holy Land, the Nine Provinces League suspended its expansion. Instead, it imitated the Biezong and began to set up a holy son. It is about to devote all it has to cultivate the next peerless powerhouse who will be astonishing in the past."

"Wu Mingcang's adoptive son Ganrong, and the son of Zhongzhou's number one dragon leader, who is also the current holy son of the Nine Provinces League, these two have been fighting each other for a long time, and now it is hard to get off, and one or the other will die."

"What he wants is to help his adopted son seize the position of the Holy Son."

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan wanted to scratch her head: "Grandfather, this is an internal matter of the Nine Provinces League, how can Jingyan help him?"

The voice of the landlord is not hurried:

"Of course not now."

"Two years later, the Kyushu League's sword-questioning meeting will be announced to the world again. At that time, the new Qianlong list will be evaluated, and Dayan Zhuo Xingsi will definitely use this sword-questioning meeting to carry out."

At this point, the host's voice came faintly: "Grandfather means that you must participate."

Ask the Sword Club?
Qianlong list?
Murong Jingyan frowned and said:

"Grandpa means to help Gan Rong at the sword-questioning meeting in two years' time?"

The old man's voice was ethereal, but his tone was affirmative:

"It's not just about helping him, it's also of great benefit to you to enter the potential dragon list, but that's another story."

"What you have to do in the past few days is to find an opportunity to contact Gan Rong in private. He should have heard the news from his adoptive father, and you should meet him and let him know your identity."

"This is a mutual recognition of the proton. Although it is a bad policy, it also makes the father and son trust us more. After all, Jing Yan, as the young master of the building, has become a direct disciple of the abandoned sword villa. It is not surprising."

"Just remember that your relationship must not be exposed, otherwise everything will come to naught, and you will be destroyed."

Speaking of this, the old man's tone was much softer:
"But grandfather doesn't worry about that."

"After all, you are thoughtful and thoughtful, and that dry face is a lustful person, so he will probably believe you in a few words, hahahaha"

Murong Jingyan's face could wring water, but she couldn't smile at all.

In other words.

Going around in a big circle, Gan Rong is half of himself, and he has been waiting for the news of Duotianlou?
"Jing Yan. Understood."

"Then go, grandfather believes that you will do everything well."

With a flash of light and shadow, Murong Jingyan had returned to Ziyun Pavilion.

He squeezed the token hard.

"It's really not the right time for Gan Rong to knock on the door!"

"If it is later, it will turn hostility into friendship. Now that I have offended you, how can I open this mouth?"

Murong Jingyan glanced at the duck at the side.

"Huh?"

With a few duck feathers flying, Murong Jingyan walked out of Ziyun Pavilion.

Outside the door, Zhu Huan'an just stood up and waved to this side: "You came out just in time, come quickly."

Murong Jingyan approached a little closer, the original big hole had been filled up, only a low branch was left in it.

"It's been planted so soon?"

"Stop talking nonsense, it's about to bleed." Zhu Huan'an drew out his long knife after speaking.

"..."

With the flash of the black knife, a few drops of blood dripped from the fingertips, Murong Jingyan's token was also taken off, and fresh blood was applied on it.

I saw that the spirit tree really shone with light, and flower buds visible to the naked eye grew from the branches, but the stamens didn't really bloom.

"It's not that fast, just a few more months."

Zhu Huan'an who was at the side gave a rare explanation, holding a shovel in one hand, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

Then he looked at the token again.

After the token absorbed the blood, it also emitted a faint gleam, Zhu Huan'an looked it up and down, and then returned it to Murong Jingyan.

"The tokens of my Abandoned Sword Villa have only decreased in number since the founding of the sect, and have been passed down from generation to generation."

"This order was cast by the immortals in the ancient times. Each one is indestructible. The strange thing is that it will record the owner's life. Although it will gradually become blurred with time, it still leaves many opportunities."

"Thousands of years ago, there was a senior who was in the secret realm of death. Although he only recovered the token, later generations found complete and unrivaled exercises in his records. There are many examples of these. You may give it a try."

"It's just that you need to be in the same realm to open it."

Murong Jingyan nodded. From this point of view, this token of hers has experienced many vicissitudes, so there must be a story behind it.

Go back and try to open the blind box, maybe you will win the first prize.

"Okay, it's getting late, I'm leaving."

After Zhu Huan'an finished speaking, he slapped the shovel on his waist, and disappeared immediately. Seeing Murong Jingyan's surprised look, Zhu Huan'an patted his shoulder:

"I forgot to tell you, this token can also store items, just need to stimulate the blood a little bit."

"Okay, let's go."

"Wait, brother!"

"Huh?" Zhu Huan'an turned around with doubts on his face.

"You don't want to keep me."

Murong Jingyan twitched the corners of her mouth, who wants to keep you.

"I just thought that it would be better to clarify the misunderstanding about the birthday ceremony with Gan Rong."

"In case we have long nights and dreams, since he doesn't dare to make a fuss in the villa, why not just end it here."

"Oh? What do you want to do."

A confident smile appeared on the corner of Murong Jingyan's mouth, she took two steps forward and said, "Senior brother, can you trust me?"

"Do not believe."

"."

Quietly clenched her fists, Murong Jingyan squeezed out a smile:
"If you don't believe it, you have to believe it. Brother, do you know where that guy Gan Rong might appear?"

"I want to explain to him, if we can resolve the knot between each other, wouldn't it be a great kindness."

With a sigh, Zhu Huan'an shook his head, turned and left.

"Tomorrow, young heroes will be invited to Bo Yunfeng to drink tea, as you like."

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The next morning, Bo Yunfeng.

On the bank of the main peak, there are clouds and mists, and there are often fairy sounds and wild cranes as companions, which are thin clouds.

Today's Boyun Peak is extremely lively, the gazebos on the top of the mountain are fully occupied, and even on the rocks outside the pavilions, there are countless white mantles, and many well-dressed young monks sit there.

Tasting the unique silver needle tea of ​​Qijian Villa, sitting and watching the clouds and clouds, and talking about the general trend of the world, it is really a youthful chivalry, so happy!

The Abandoned Sword Villa has faded out of the world for a long time, and such a peaceful gathering is rare. Even the sects that are usually a bit grumpy can sit down and chat with each other at this moment.

A white boot stepped on the grass, and the weird mask attracted many people's attention.

But after seeing the red-sleeved white robe of Abandoned Sword Villa, he returned to his smile and bowed his hands.

Murong Jingyan politely returned the salute, but actually glanced around, and soon stopped at the gazebo in the center.

"Ok?"

It was an extremely lively pavilion, and even the outside of the pavilion was full of people, most of whom stretched their necks with intoxicated faces, and didn't know what they were doing.

"Go and see."

This pavilion belongs to the Kyushu League.

The tea table is not big, and there are about ten people who can barely sit down, all of them are men and women with extraordinary appearance, but at the moment they are all moving their noses slightly, and they are feeling carefully.

The Lord sat down, and Gan Rong, who was wearing a bright yellow robe, was slowly waving a cattail fan, lighting up the fire on the stove.

There was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, it seemed that the haze of last night was much less, not to mention that there was a gentle woman beside him, looking at him affectionately.

"Rong Lang."

"Look, they're all desperate"

As the woman spoke, a young man with a refined face finally couldn't help it, and asked sideways:
"Brother, you also know that I love tea like my life, brother."

"Therefore, I have an unfeeling request."

"Where did you get the clear spring for making tea from?"

　Woo, it's finally finished, and the [-] update has been achieved!
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　　Let's take a shower and go to sleep today~ See you tomorrow

　　
　
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