sun and moon return

When the two arrived, they saw that Shen Xing led Wang Jiang and others to fight fiercely with the troll, and Jiang Yiran and several Jinhe disciples were also among them.

Sure enough, it was this thing again, Zheli's eyes froze.

Feishuang came out of its sheath, and the sword energy soared, Jiang Yiran, Shen Xing and others couldn't help being overjoyed, and looked at Feidao Zheli.

"Jianguan Yingyu." Zheli urged the magic formula, and the wood-type spiritual power in the whole body soared. Everyone felt that the spiritual power around them was a lot stronger, and the wounds on their bodies seemed to be healing.

This troll's intractable rituals and injustices have already been seen before, but unexpectedly this time when they meet again, the troll seems to be more brutal than before.

It's a pity that under the icy artistic conception of the peak of non-dao, no matter how thick the armor is, it will eventually turn into nothingness.

The non-dao's icy artistic conception kept controlling the troll's attack. The falling rainbow in Jiang Yiran's hand flashed across the night sky, shining red light, piercing one of the troll's eyes.

Amidst the roar, Shen Xing stabbed the other eye of the troll with the Hidden Sword, Frost flew into the air, and with a sneer, cut off the troll's head.

Black blood splattered everywhere, and everyone jumped away, only to see that the grass and trees were all dead after being stained with blood, and in an instant, all the surrounding miles were turned into barren land.

After finishing off the troll, Jiang Yiran ordered his disciples to count the wounded, and then thanked Feidao and the others: "Thank you Qingwu for helping Jinhe, great kindness, Jinhe will surely repay you."

"Senior Sister Jiang, you are being polite." Shen Xing nodded, "My condolences."

In the darkness of night, there was faint sobbing and crying, Jiang Yiran followed the prestige, and the sadness on his face became heavier: "The incident happened suddenly, and the people and disciples of Jinhe suffered heavy losses."

The non-dao gaze withdrew from the troll and landed on Jiang Yiran.

Zheli stood aside, lowering his head and not looking sideways.

"Senior Sister!" Qingtang flew over from a distance, seeing that the troll was dead, she felt relieved, "The troll at Master's place has also been dealt with."

Qingtang's eyes fell on Feidao, and he bowed to him: "Master Qingfei." He looked at Shen Xing and Zheli again, and nodded to them.

"It sounds like there are more than one trolls?" Feidao asked Jiang Yiran.

"About four or five of them suddenly appeared in various places on the border of Jinhe, destroying many towns."

"Let's talk about it when we get back." After Feidao finished speaking, he went to Jinhe.

After returning to Jinhe, everyone knew that the head of Jinyu had also been injured and had already retreated. Jiang Yiran made arrangements for everyone in Qingwu. In the middle of the night, Shen Xing and Zheli were still discussing matters in the non-dao room.

"Dong dong dong." The knock on the door interrupted the discussion between Shen Xing and Zhe Li, and also interrupted Feidao's trance.

Zheli looked at Feidao, Feidao nodded slightly, Zheli got up and opened the door, but it was Jiang Yiran standing at the door, seeing that it was Zheli, smiled slightly: "I came to see your master, I have some important matters to discuss... ..."

Zheli saluted her and invited her in, Shen Xing got up and saluted Jiang Yiran, and then left.

After hearing this, Feidao entered the door happily, raised his head and signaled her to find a place to sit, but there was no more movement.Jiang Yiran stood in the room, but looked a little embarrassed and cramped.

From the corner of Zheli's eyes, he saw that Jiang Yiran seemed to be worried, so he packed his things wisely, got up and said goodbye to Feidao.

"You stay." Feidao looked at Zheli, he got up, sighed and looked at Jiang Yiran, "Melon fields don't accept shoes."

Hearing the words, Zheli stood there and hesitated.

Jiang Yiran couldn't help laughing, the smile was full of helplessness and sadness: "I'm looking for you, I want to talk about some personal matters."

Zheli bowed to Feidao knowingly and saluted: "Master, I'd better go back first."

"Have you finished marking the places where trolls haunt?" Feidao asked calmly.

"No..." Zheli wanted to say that Shen Xing was gone, and he didn't know where the trolls were haunting... Feidao didn't give him a chance.

"Sit down if you don't, and continue marking."

The non-dao words were firm and irrefutable, and Zheli had no choice but to sigh softly, sit down with lowered eyes, watching his nose, nose, nose, and mind, whether he didn't care about himself or not.

Jiang Yiran's face was a bit embarrassed: "It's a private matter, do you want to talk about it like this?"

"Under the chaos, don't talk about private matters." Feidao's merciless refusal made Jiang Yiran helpless. After a while, she felt funny again, knocked her head, shook her head, sighed and sat down beside herself.

She looked at Zheli: "Zheli, you can see how ruthless your master is to others. You must not learn this too."

Zorei looked up at her in embarrassment, and smiled back cautiously.

"Speak seriously." Feidao said, "What do you think about the troll?"

Jiang Yiran turned to Fei and said, "I heard that you investigated this matter in the southeast dense forest before."

"Then you should know the cause and effect." Feidao said solemnly, "After Luo Cheng's death, the matter is not over."

"Unless there are other masterminds behind the scenes, or someone took over this matter." Jiang Yiran replied.

Feidao nodded: "Who do you think it will be?"

Jiang Yiran narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at Feidao meaningfully. This is a difficult question to answer: "I believe in your character. But..." She avoided Feidao's gaze, "The six sects no longer have real Alliance. It’s not right, fighting alone is not a good choice.”

Feidao looked at her deeply, and after a long time, he replied: "League, there is no need for marriage. Jinhe, there is no need to be an affiliation of any sect."

Jiang Yiran showed off her face comfortably, and Zheli had to admit that Uncle Jiang's beauty was enough to make anyone surrender.

There was a touch of emotion in her eyes: "Fei Dao, thank you for your compliment. But what if I say it's not for the sect?"

That spring flower-like smile suddenly disappeared, and she looked at him seriously, with the dancing candlelight reflected in her eyes, as if something silent was surging.

Zhe Li clenched the pen in his hand, he couldn't help but raise his eyes secretly to see Feidao's reaction.

Looking at Jiang Yiran with certainty, Jiang Yiran looked back openly and sincerely.

"...I hope Qingwu and Fengxia are purely allies." Feidao replied seriously.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yiran laughed. She straightened up and looked away: "Your decision is always difficult to shake. If you just said it, don't be burdened. Master, I will find a way."

She got up and looked at Feidao again: "Anyway, this time, thank you for your help."

Feidao nodded, then she turned and left, not seeing any gaffe or loss, she was still the noble and bright Uncle Jiang who could distinguish right from wrong.

Zheli's eyes followed Jiang Yiran until she disappeared from sight.

"Discount gift."

"Huh?" Zheli came back to his senses, and saw Feidao looking at him.

"It's getting late, go back and rest."

"Ah?" Zheli looked down at the markings on the map, "Don't you want to finish marking the map?"

Feidao laughed: "All good deeds are gone, how do you mark them?"

"..." Zheli was speechless, since you know, why don't you let me sit here.Oh, melon fields don’t accept food, I’m just a witness tool when melon fields accept food...

He complained in his heart, got up and wanted to leave.

"Do you know why I asked you to stay?" Suddenly came the insane voice.

Zheli looked up at him: "Melon fields don't accept shoes."

Feidao bowed his head, faintly smiled, and looked at the things in front of him calmly: "Aren't you always worried that I will marry Yiran?"

Zheli was stunned, pinched the map in his hand and replied stiffly: "I... I'm not worried..." He looked at Feidao's expression, and asked boldly, "Since Master Jiang is not for the marriage of the two factions... ...Master, you...don't you like Uncle Jiang?"

Feidao raised his head to look at him, their eyes met, Zheli dodged for a moment, then looked straight at him again.

He wanted to hear it, wanted to hear that answer.

"No matter what she says, she is marrying for the sake of the two factions." Feidao replied, "Are you asking about the kind of liking between a man and a woman?" He thought about it and said, "We don't have this kind of friendship with each other."

If you don't like it, you don't like it, to put it so profoundly.Zhe Li slandered, but he dared not reveal his secret joy in his heart.

"Then...then what kind of woman does the master like?" Zheli asked tentatively again.

The illusion in the mirror of thousands of edges and thoughts flooded into his mind again, and the gentleness on the non-dao surface disappeared quietly. He lowered his head and said: "It's getting late, go back and rest."

Zheli was a little disappointed, he packed up his things, saluted Feidao, and opened the door to go out.

After the door was closed, Feidao looked up for a while, then sighed again.

He could have used the opportunity of marrying Yiran to sever the idea of ​​breaking the ceremony, but...but he still chose to clarify with him without hesitation to eliminate the worries in his heart.

He raised his forehead, thinking in his heart that Zheli is still young, maybe it is possible that he can't tell the difference between admiration and liking for a while, and he has to think of a way to get both.

Leaving from the wrong way, Zheli was on his way back to his residence, when he saw a familiar figure from a distance, wasn't it Wangjiang? !

"Wangjiang!" Zheli called him excitedly.

Wangjiang turned around, saw Zheli, hurriedly stepped forward to hug him, and patted him on the shoulder: "Zheli, I see you again." After saying that, he let go of Zheli, glanced up and down at him, "You've grown taller again."

Zhe Li punched him, "Why did you come to Jin He?"

"Uncle Shen Xing knew that I was worried about Bai Xi when such a big incident happened, so he transferred me here. Now that the matter is over, I will rush back to Qingwu tonight."

"In such a hurry?"

Wang Jiang nodded: "This time it's not just Jinhe and Handan, the Qingwu border is also in trouble. Uncle Shen Xing can't leave. Shiyin and I will clean up the mess for him."

"It seems that this time the matter is indeed very serious."

Wang Jiang reached out and patted him: "Don't worry, no matter how serious it is, it has been resolved. But you, I only heard that you went back to the mountain a few days ago, and I heard that you were injured a few days later."

"It's a long story." Zheli sighed, "I'll talk to you later when I have a chance."

Wang Jiang nodded: "You can take care of yourself, the world is in chaos."

"By the way, you...do you have any news about Jianyun?" Zheli asked hesitantly.

Wang Jiang was startled, and pointed at Zhe Li, showing an indisputable expression: "Why are you still thinking about him? Don't even think about it, Jian Yun is now flourishing in Fengxia, Li Wenhe You are going to spoil him to the sky. Even if you thought about him so much before, you must cut it off from now on."

He stretched out his hands to hold Zheli's face: "We, Qingwu, hold such a clean little biography in our hands, we must never associate with those dubious people again."