The world's first fairy gate

If he didn't see anything wrong with Xie Qiuhan again, he would be a dog at his age of a hundred years.

Yunfang's eyes paused for a while on the boy's face, trying to pick out the corner of the iceberg along the clues.

It's just a pity that Xianzuo is short-sighted when it comes to observing the minds of young people. Although he is a few great Confucians who can set mountains and rivers in martial arts and flicker in literature, but because he has never had such experience in nature, he doesn't know that teenagers Also worry about gains and losses like a little girl.

I don't even know what it's like for a person who has been with him day and night to suddenly become a great hero in the classics.

Xie Qiuhan was a little uncomfortable by him, lowered his eyelashes, and moved his eyeballs, as if he didn't know where to look.

Yun Fang didn't say much, and turned away his thoughtful eyes, "What are you doing in a daze, let's go."

... It wasn't him who was standing there as if he was interrogating a prisoner just now.

After a while, the two appeared in the back hall of the Heavenly Palace, which shocked the boy who came to exchange incense.

The boy said: "Xianzuo, you are back!"

Yun Fang nodded at him.

Seeing that there was a young man following Yun Fang, the boy cocked his head and looked at the two of them for a while, then smiled and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for coming!"

Although Xie Qiuhan didn't know his last name, he still greeted him.

The boy said cheerfully: "Yesterday, I met senior brother Xie outside the palace gate. I wanted to go to pick him up, but several senior brothers said that I was wrong. After saying a few words, I disappeared in a blink of an eye. Is it coming or not?"

Xie Qiuhan: "..." How many people saw it?

Seeing Xie Qiuhan's tendency to turn into a wooden man, Yun Fang couldn't help laughing, and kindly gave him a look, signaling the boy to shut up.

The boy was full of "doubts whether he came or not", but he could only swallow it with his mouth puckered.

He said back to the serious matter: "Xianzuo, the real people in the nine palaces and eight temples outside have been waiting for you for three sticks of incense, do you want to pass a message?"

"Oh?" Yun Fang asked, "Who is there?"

The boy said: "In the eighth temple, there are Jinlin Taoist from the Xinglin temple and Qingbi fairy from the Jiangzhu temple, and from the nine palaces, except those from the Chiyang palace, it seems that they are all brought by Palace Master Zhou."

Yun Fang snorted contemptuously, and just this one sound contained 800 million words of dislike.

The boy felt aggrieved and said: "Princess Zhou even had a fit and said that my movements were not smooth, so I didn't rush you here, and said that I would feed me to the water monkey."

Yun Fang raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, turned his head to Xie Qiuhan and said, "See, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, my son and I are picking on my people to bully me."

Xie Qiuhan understood, this was referring to Zhou Wenxuan and Taixuan Palace Master Zhou Shen.

Several thoughts passed through his mind, but he didn't say anything.

Yunfang leaned back, picked up a fluffy pillow, and lazily pointed to the boy: "Don't say I'm back, just let them dry..." He glanced at the censer, "Just four sticks of incense. If Zhou Shen can't wait to leave, so you can reduce it by one or two pillars as appropriate."

Boy: "...Yes."

Xie Qiuhan watched from the side, and really didn't know where Xianzuo learned his barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes.

However, he still walked over, and carefully cleared away the pile of pillows that had collapsed for Yunfang, and put one behind him as a cushion.

Yunfang was used to ordering people around, and he didn't have the slightest sense of being an elder, so he accepted it comfortably.

Xie Qiuhan straightened up, and took another look. The sight was a jade figure buried in a pile of pillows as soft as feathers... He was startled for a moment.

The boy pondered for a while, nodded in agreement, and was about to back down.

Just as he retreated outside the hall and wanted to close the door, there were more people behind him quietly, the boy was startled again, "Realist Jin Lin?"

Jin Lin nodded and wanted to go inside.

The boy opened his hands, and blocked the door like an old hen, "True, real, real, Xianzuo is not here, I'm afraid it's not good for you to go in."

Knowing that the boy was protecting the Lord, Jin Lin explained: "Xianzuo called me..." to come.

He took a look in and saw Yunfang leaning on the roof, while Xie Qiuhan was standing on one side, his eyes seemed to be glued to his body, and he was so focused that the north wind was blowing and the drums were beating.

Jin Lin's voice was cut off immediately.

In fact, that's nothing, it's just a child's wholehearted dependence, but with Kong Ming's lessons learned from the past, his heart was beating with fear.

"Uncle Master?" Yun Fang sensed the movement outside, "Xiuyu, let Uncle Master come in."

Only then did Xiaotong let him go, and Xie Qiuhan also looked away, and stood aside, he was another taciturn and handsome boy.

Jin Lin walked in, his eyes turned to Xie Qiuhan intentionally or unintentionally.

Compared with the finely crafted fairy seat around him, this young man is more colorful and wide open. His eyebrows and nose bridge are very straight, like a mountain on the ground, and his eyes are like cold stars, which is the finishing touch. a sum of money.But this kind of appearance is not aggressive, on the contrary, because he often has an expression of drawing his brows and pursing his lips, and his temperament is restrained and docile, so he appears extremely upright and reserved.

It's like a well-educated young man from a famous school.

But Jin Lin thought about it carefully, is there any young hero trained by the great sect in the world who can compare with the person who Xianzuo personally takes care of?

So it was a matter of course.

But at the beginning, Kong Ming had an elegant demeanor, and no one could see that he would become mad from anger later on.

Jin Lin looked at Xie Qiuhan in a circle with complicated eyes, Xie Qiuhan took it calmly, as long as he was not watched by Yunfang, he was very generous.

It's Xianzuo who has lost his hair, "Uncle, your eyeballs are almost sticking to his face, how old are you, can you be more serious."

Jin Lin immediately regretted not beating Xian Zuo more times when he was still young.

He plucked out his eyeballs and put them back into their sockets with a blank expression, and said to Xie Qiuhan in a businesslike manner, "Come on, give me your hand."

Xie Qiuhan hesitated.

He met this old man once, and only met once in the secret room, and he didn't understand what his hobby... no, what specialty he was, so when he heard the words "give me your hand", he was really a little puzzled.

Jin Lin: "..."

Yun Fang was extremely pleased, smiled for a while, and then said: "Master Uncle was specially invited by me, you ask him to feel your pulse."

Xie Qiuhan understood everything, and remembered what the little boy said earlier, "The real Jinlin of Xinglin Temple".

As the name suggests, this is a doctor.

And he is in good health, so... Jin Lin came to show him the golden pill.

The boy immediately expressed a sincere apology, and said to Jin Lin, "I'm sorry, I offended the real person."

There was probably some fleeting depression in that apology, but he covered it up well.

Jin Lin looked at him a few more times.

After taking the pulse, the boy presented a pen, ink, and paper, and Jin Lin flicked out a prescription with his sleeves in hand.

Xie Qiuhan took a few glances from the side. They were all extremely rare treasures of heaven and earth. Most of them he could understand, but the parts he couldn't understand were indeed... so scribbled that he couldn't see the prototype.

He asked: "Dare to ask the real person, what is the effect of this medicine?"

Jin Lin said: "Suppress the demonic nature of your golden core," glanced at him again, and added, "Don't worry, it will work."

Xie Qiuhan asked sharply: "In the secret room that day, didn't the real person say that it was insoluble?"

Jin Lin was holding the prescription and handing it to Yunfang, with his back to Xie Qiuhan, so Xie Qiuhan didn't see his hesitation at that moment, but heard him say in an old-fashioned way: "The old man has been immersed in this way for many years. After going back and thinking about it, he will gain something." gone."

Xie Qiuhan frowned, although he was still a little strange, he just cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master."

After Jin Lin lied to the child, his face was neither red nor his heart beat, and he nodded with a smile.

Yun Fang sat up, took the prescription, glanced at it perfunctorily, and handed it back to the boy, "Go and prepare it."

Jin Lindao: "Take one pair every night, take it for half a month, and add the primer after it comes out of the oven."

Yun Fang groaned, and then ordered: "Go, fry a pair and taste it."

The boy muttered what "taste" meant.

But Jin Lin was taken aback, "At this moment..."

Yun Fang raised his eyelids and glanced at him, making him swallow his words.

"Go," Yun Fang said.

Xie Qiuhan's heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong.

At this time, the little boy looked at the prescription, and said alas: "I remember that there are only two xuanwu shells left. I will use it this time. Where can I get it next time?"

The basalt shell is the thousand-year-old shell. It has lived for thousands of years, but it has not yet transformed into a heavy shell. dull and rare.

Yun Fang waved his hand and said, "In short, I won't peel your shell off, hurry up, there's so much nonsense."

The little boy left aggrieved.

Xie Qiuhan only said that it was because of the bastard that Jin Lin hesitated, so he stopped thinking about it.

Yun Fang originally said that it would take a few sticks of incense to hang out, but with Jin Lin's arrival, he seemed to be too lazy to bother people, and went straight out of the hall.

Xie Qiuhan sat alone in the hall for a while.

He couldn't help thinking about what happened just now, and finally felt: This golden pill is clearly incurable, did he prescribe a medicine on purpose to coax me?

Although it was a little sad, his heart felt slightly hot at that time.

After sitting for a while, he pulled out of his thoughts and looked around.

This apse is the place where Immortal handles documents, rests, and discusses with people in private. As usual, there is an incense burner in the center, purple smoke curls up, and the windows on all sides are opened, which is very bright. A table made of sandalwood is placed under the window, with brushes, ink, paper and inkstone spread on it.

What caught his attention the most was that there was a semi-finished sketch painting on the floor, with many vivid paintings of young people, presumably it was a draft for the fairy playing the piano.

Xie Qiuhan stood at the table and looked at it for a while, feeling itchy in his heart.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He climbed onto the table with his hands, quietly finished the scroll, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

... If there is no one, someone will come immediately.

The boy called Xiuyu happily ran into the hall and shouted: "Brother Xie, may I take you for a stroll?"

Xie Qiuhan coughed lightly, put his hands behind his back with guilt, nodded and said, "Okay."

Xiuyu only felt that Senior Brother Xie had a good manner, described as introverted, and gentle with others, so she happily dragged him to the Heavenly Palace.