How can a fairy be a villain?

The mountains are quiet and the fallen leaves are silent.

Murong Jingyan subconsciously turned her head to look at Shen Fengchen, but she saw that Shen Fengchen walked out of the pavilion with the same serious face.

"Uncle Chen, why did you appear here?"

He couldn't see clearly with his head covered before, but now that he's getting closer, Murong Jingyan can finally see what the legendary Yanzhou Jiedushi looks like.

This person has a thin figure, a sharp face and a long beard, and the same peculiar eyes as Qianrong, and he can still see a bit of youthful heroism.

Chen Cang stopped, and replied indifferently;

"Of course I will send you off."

While speaking, his eyes shifted to Murong Jingyan, and he said:

"And take her back."

Shen Fengchen smiled slightly, and replied calmly:

"So, Feng Chen and the others went up the mountain."

"Bad poetry, bad poetry!" The boatman immediately cheered, and looked up at the back of the boat:

"Yes."

"Did the little elder's blood be released secretly by him? The old man is not ashamed?"

After the personal guard came down, he reported the sword and said respectfully.

"If you come across your Shiqin Pavilion, don't wear it rashly."

Murong Jingyan coughed heavily, waved his hands and said: "He still wants money, slow down."

"Little man, everything is ready, just wait for him to order."

That voice was like thunder, and as the Yandu Mansion radiated to seven directions, the low-hands waiting from all sects and sects in the entire Fengming Mountain heard the words, and there was a lot of discussion.

Cui Wei swallowed in shock, he dared to speak nonsense again, so he raised his head in a muffled voice.

"Nephew, don't talk less, no matter who dares to..."

"Among the colorful clouds in Qishan Mountain, I will return to Jiangling, a thousand miles away."

Gan Rong arched me when he heard the words: "Xiaohui is bad or bad, why is he regretting being there, besides..."

After getting on the big boat, Murong Jingyan raised her feet and walked towards the mountain gate. She sent two letters to the sect in those days, the master and senior brother should know that they are coming back.

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"Pass the order up, let our sects lead the people later."

"The teacher has sent another person to pick him up. He is more suitable than him. It's just a little bit later." "Wei is just born with hair loss, so he just got shaved. There is still no abnormal need in essence."

Murong Jingyan's expression changed under the mask, and she never expected that Chen Cang would appear here.

"Is he a monk?"

After finishing speaking, Chen Cang let out a hot snort, and the person behind his eyes was indeed the person on the hijab, but it was Chen Xiangling, who was put on a show by a few previous lives for himself as a majestic and virtuous envoy!

"Uncle Chen!"

"Small wedding invitation, cancel!!!"

"Go back quickly."

"There is also a chance to marry the eldest sister of the Chen family."

I know very well that the Jiedu behind my eyes made Chen Cang not only have a deep and measurable cultivation, but also calm, calm, stubborn and nameless, and he can manage Yanzhou well with only one person.

"Since it is Xiangling, there is a misunderstanding."

"He'd better go back."

Before Chen Cang left, Murong Jingyan and Master Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Chen seems to have misunderstood. I am just waiting for Mr. Fengshen here, not the Xiangling you mentioned."

Abandoned Sword Villa.

Master Mieyuan folded his hands on his chest, his beard flew up in anger, and pointed: "Can his eldest son save your life for two years?"

"It's a pity, there is a way to take the opportunity to teach Cui Weijing a lesson."

Zhu Huan'an looked aside, and said impatiently:

A slovenly old man passed by humming a big tune, and Chaha saw Zhu Huan'an who had slipped out of the little elder's class, and the seven of them met each other's eyes, and the atmosphere was stiff.

It seems that Damu escaped successfully.

The boat crossed the gorge, adjacent to the shore, and a piece of purple clothes stood on the prow of the boat looking up at the mountain gate, holding back and inscribing a poem:

Murong Jingyan put on the undergarment with great heart, and her heart was full of doubts, so Shen Fengchen let herself go just like that?

"Does the officer need to explain to him?"

Immediately, I narrowed my eyes to look at Murong Jingyan's face, only to find that my saint consciousness was actually blocked by this mask, and I was able to see his true face.

It took a long time before Chen Cang recovered his intensity. I glanced at the mask in my hand and said to myself:

The boatman rowed his oars and said with a smile: "Wen Chaogong, I have heard of it. Where is the sound of apes outside his poems? Are there any monkeys in that land?"

"Junior Sister should be back today. If you have something to do in your spare time, go and have a look at the mountain gate."

At this moment, Murong Jingyan returned to her own tone, appearing either humble or arrogant, delicate and powerless.

"Shen Fengchen, why is that!?"

"You know it too!"

Ran Yandi, who was about to speak out, was stunned when she saw this, and Murong Jingyan even trembled when she was shouted, so what's wrong with Shen Fengchen, he hates playing reversals, right?

"The little elder used his own blood to explain the mysteries of gods and demons to them. Is he living up to my hard work at that age?"

Obviously, Shen Fengchen didn't know about it, so this Mr. Chen deliberately waited on his back and waited for the rabbit. Considering that Shen Fengchen's descent was tricky, he made a special trip to block Chen Xiangling?

It was Mr. Chen who tugged at my sleeve and took the lead in cupping his hands and saying:

After finishing speaking, Chen Cang returned the mask with a snap of his fingers, and said behind his back:

"The sound of apes on both sides of the strait stops and stays, the heavy boat has passed~~~"

"The small meeting is held. Offending the imperial court is offending us. If this official is so stingy, then he will be a Jiedu envoy!"

Chen Cang let out a hoot when he heard the words, ignored Shen Fengchen, glanced at the purple clothes on Murong Jingyan and asked:

"Hey, who the hell is he?" Mr. Chen couldn't hold back and asked.

Unbelievable!

"Shangrong's mask?"

Speaking of which, after being here for eight months, Murong Jingyan still missed the Abandoned Sword Villa, after all, she didn't have a real estate there.

One month ago, Zhongzhou.

Wei Hong looked regretful:

Not to mention the heroes present.

"Let them go."

"Huan'an, is he going up the mountain again?"

"The Jiedu envoy would actually let you go. His face is small enough. You know how much."

Cui Weijing was the first to stand up, I haven't received the big news yet, it doesn't mean that Ran Yandi joined the meeting...

Under the arena, Steward Yuan stepped forward and asked, "Master, why did you cancel it temporarily?"

The main peak of Abandoned Sword Villa, the Dojo.

Chen Cang suddenly lost his composure, and took a few steps forward, his lips trembling, as if he saw some peerless monster.

"Focus on the mountains and rivers, and express it without feeling, in the above...Wen Chaogong is also."

After saying that, Chen Cang disappeared without a trace, leaving Steward Yuan and the Chief of Guards looking at each other in blank dismay, then raised their eyebrows and looked away, and went to work separately.

My chances of becoming the son-in-law of Yandu Mansion are instantly slimmed down.

"Shang Rong plays the qin, forming a school of his own. It was a heart disease for him to hide his face when he was stolen by the gangsters."

"Uncle was joking, this girl is Feng Chen's friend, how can she go to Yandu Mansion."

Chen Cang squinted, and said in a deep voice:

"So greedy for a girl?"

The masked man stood with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent to fame and fortune:

Yes, Gan Rong let out a long breath.

"That would offend the sect behind us."

Murong Jingyan and Ran Yandi looked at each other, neither of them interrupted rashly.

Yes, it is a mountain.

And Chen Cang also heard that it was the same at that time, he let out a heavy sigh, and immediately figured out something.

"Xiang Ling, the meeting is approaching, are you deliberately embarrassing your father?"

"..."

The arena has not yet been set up, and all the heroes are gathering together to gear up. At this moment, we all look up at the sky, and as the clouds are clear, Chen Cang descends from the sky.

Chen Cang glanced at me and said lightly:

"That's possible!"

"I wish my uncle's meeting a success."

Yandu Prefecture.

That kind of emperor's anger is the existence of changing his color, and he is so calm, just because he took off a mask?

Even if you are asking yourself why, you should ask where Chen Xiangling has gone, and it's just...

"Hey, why was it cancelled?"

Master Chen hurriedly took the second half step to mediate.

Master Chen is the same.

Chen Cang stopped suddenly when he was on the verge of speaking, my eyes narrowed slightly, and I vaguely saw this person's appearance.

"Is he your disciple?"

Chen Cang nodded, and I looked around at the heroes above, and suddenly said loudly:

I was still pretending to be quiet, why did I get scared.

"Cough cough."

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but...

Wei Hong coughed heavily, shook his head and said, "Young Master Gan misunderstood."

"Wan Chongshan!"

night time.

Chen Cang didn't hide his turmoil, my eyes flickered, I fell into thought, and thought of many things in a flash.

A person beside me asked suspiciously, Qian Rong tilted his head, and the person next to me was the bald Wei Hong.

Chen Cang nodded nonchalantly, raised his foot, and then turned into a black gold flying lightning and went straight into the sky, and thunder rolled, heading towards the top of Fengqi Mountain.

"he..."

As I probed with my two fingers, Murong Jing's face turned cold, and the mask had already appeared in the opponent's hand.

There was no mountain wind blowing, dead leaves were flying, and hair was fluttering. Chen Cang looked at the 'man' opposite, with a icy chill under his face.

"Which little poet is Duo Xia??"

Murong Jingyan shrugged when she heard the words, spread her hands in a lying way and said:

Master Mieyuan coughed heavily, and waved his hand:

This kind of thinking is a bit scary.