The villain has a white moonlight

The Cliff of No Return on the top of the mountain also had a strong wind. Although the sun was high in the sky, sand and rocks were blown by the wind, and the red leaves were rolling around, adding a sense of desolation.

In the middle of the most eye-catching jagged mountain wall, a striking notice was posted: "This place is dangerous, do not get close to other fish."

However, I don't know whether it's because there are too many people who are selectively blind, or whether there are so many real people in Xianmen who are full of confidence and self-confidence.

"Get out of the way! Let's go!"

"The remnants of the Tang family, everyone gets to punish them!"

"Let me go let me go! I'm going to slap that witch twice for fun!"

"A poisonous girl who has committed many crimes! She deserves to be hacked into pieces!"

People from all walks of life poured in, apart from those who waited and watched calmly, there were righteous indignant ones clamoring to rush over the human wall to take Jixin Nu to rectify the Fa immediately on the spot; There were also people with unknown identities and intentions who were hacked into pieces. Although they did not utter any evil words, they kept pace, and the scene fell into a strange and inexplicable fanatical outrage

Those people were pushing and shouting angrily, but they were blocked by a human wall composed of monks in black-bottomed red-striped school uniforms, unable to move forward any further.

"Everyone, calm down, calm down!" one of the monks comforted.

"How calm down! How many crimes has the Tang family committed? This demon girl should have been tortured before she died to vent my hatred!"

"exactly!"

"That's right! When Tang Gou went crazy and slaughtered the immortal sect, he never saw them calm down!"

"The witch has already subdued the law," the Wang family disciple still said in a good voice: "We can't be as cruel and inhumane as Tang Dog, right?""

Those people were still yelling, and a lot of tomatoes, eggs, and old cabbage leaves flew out of the crowd and threw them at Jixinnu.

"That... this place is really not suitable for you, please go back!" the good-tempered monk sighed.

"Zhong Nanshan belongs to your family? Do you want us to go back?" A young monk said angrily, but he regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. All the representatives of Xianmen came, and the main seat was still empty, so he felt a little relieved, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"What's your apology, maybe this place will be turned into someone's private hunting ground." A thin-tongued monk next to him said strangely.

The good-tempered monk who stopped him wanted to explain, but the companion next to him was impatient: "Hey, this wild cultivator is very drifting. Seeing how unlucky you are, there is no need for us to rush to die. stop."

"Then you guys still stop it, so much nonsense..."

"The suzerain has ordered us not to stop? Didn't you see the notice? This place is dangerous, don't get close to other fish! Lianwu Mountain hasn't given you a long memory yet? If you die, get out!" The irritable old man was so angry that he wanted to raise his hand After beating someone, he was stopped by the good-tempered monk next to him: "Old Gong, forget it, maintain stability, maintain stability first."

"Hmph." The man didn't make any more moves.

The girl in the yellow shirt was tied to a wooden cross in the middle of the open space, with dry firewood piled under her feet. She looked coldly at the noisy crowd blocked outside, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

"Why hasn't Wang Huan come yet?" Dong Gongfu left her seat, walked out of the shade of the canopy, held a hexagonal plum pattern tea mug with one hand, and built a pergola over her eyebrows with the other, looking at the way she came. The iceberg is cooling down!"

"Or something delayed on the way." Fu Mengsheng smiled, the tea smoke in the celadon cup in his hand exuded a faint fragrance of jasmine, "Miss Donggong seems to be troubled?"

"Buguiya is a public area, indeed anyone can come, but today's meeting is the appointment between the Langya Wang family and the ghost market, there will be bloody storms, you shouldn't come here when you are idle, Daoist, you are representing the Xie family Come here, our other families also came after seeking Wang Huan's permission," Dong Gongfu glanced at the wall, "but they came here uninvited."

"The dust-observing mirror is of great importance, and it is only natural that this will attract the attention of all parties in the cultivation world." Fu Mengsheng said in a warm tone.

"I understand the truth, but their behavior really hurts people's brains. It's okay to watch rationally," Dong Gongfu shook her head, "There are always melon-eating people in this world, regardless of the occasion. Miscellaneous fish are all variables.”

For some reason there was another quarrel over there, some people were yelling that the current situation is different, the Immortal Emperor may not necessarily have the surname of Wang, bullying others is no different from a Tang dog, and so on.

Donggong Fu poked the tea mug onto the table, took out a quill and a notebook, and walked quickly to the wall. Fu Rong smiled slightly and said mockingly, "Where are you showing your mother? When Miss Ben is dead ?”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned and stopped restless, the most violent ones almost fell silent instantly, and the irritable old Gong who was held back by the good-tempered monk also withdrew his iron fist and said suspiciously: "Miss Fu, what are they doing now?" yes?"

"It's just a miscellaneous fish actor who is not good at acting with excessive force." Dong Gongfu squinted at those few, and wrote down a few strokes in the notebook with a quill: "Which theater is it?"

"Miss Donggong misunderstood, the few of us are just ordinary mountain cultivators." One of them said calmly.

"The Louwailou in Shu County, right?" Dong Gongfu continued to record without even looking at the person.

Hearing her words, those few people were startled.

"Heh, among the theaters I visit, you are the only one with exaggerated acting skills," Donggong Fu said leisurely, "Tell me, who paid you to come here?"

The few people looked at each other in blank dismay, hesitated to answer.

"I'm asking a good question now," Dong Gongfu turned the quill, "Or do you want to be taken away and beaten and shocked before you speak?"

"I say! I say!" A timid man trembled when he heard the words, and said in a trembling voice: "It's Xun, the Xunyang Liang family."

The tip of Donggongfu's feather pen froze, and said coldly twice: "That's right, let's go."

Those people were like lop-eared dogs, dejected and left in desperation.

There were still a few people in the crowd who hadn't been pointed out, but Dong Gongfu also silently withdrew and ran away after being swept away.

"And you guys." Dong Gongfu put away her notebook and quill pen, and said in a much more gentle tone: "If you want to eat melons, eat melons quietly and stay rational. This will be dangerous, and you can stay if you are sure of self-protection, but please don't give it to the king. If you bring trouble, or you will be at your own peril, okay?"

The melon eaters nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's good."

The disciples of the Wang family finally became more relaxed and thanked Donggong Fu repeatedly.

Dong Gongfu waved her hand, looked towards the path leading to the Cliff of No Return, and saw two familiar figures appearing, she was startled, and walked towards them quickly.

Holding the scepter of the sun and moon Garuda, the gorgeous young man with a high ponytail and iceberg is naturally Wang Huan, and the young man who is walking with him in a golden robe with white rose embroidered patterns, a golden crown and hair, and a golden fan in his hand is none other than the Eastern Palace. Shenyue.

He took off his make-up and returned to his true self. Except for his small eyes, that is, the legendary squint eyes, he looks like a refined and clear Mr. Pianpian.

"Uncle Eleven." Dong Gongfu stepped forward, saluted, and asked in confusion, "Why are you here and my father isn't here?"

"En." Donggong Shenyue nodded with a smile.

"For such a big matter, his old man is really generous." Dong Gongfu stroked her forehead.

"Ah Huan is still here!" Donggong Shenyue smiled, folded her hands and closed her fan, turning the handle towards the person beside her.

"...Uncle Eleven," Dong Gongfu reminded in a low voice.

"Take a seat." Wang Huan said calmly, walking towards the canopy with his stick.

The two members of the Donggong family deliberately slowed down, keeping a distance and following behind.

"Calling that title, I don't believe Uncle Eleven, you're just testing him on the verge of making him explode."

"Looking at the dust mirror, looking at the dust in the mirror, the bridge of life and death, Huangquan Road, turning the universe, against yin and yang, all kinds of methods, all kinds of wisdom." Donggong Shenyue said with a smile: "When my uncle and Xiao Ruoxi cleaned up the ruins of the Tang family, I interpreted it by the way. The inscriptions carved on the mirror stand, maybe the mirror has the functions of life and death, flesh and bones."

"Uncle Eleven means..."

"The dust-observing mirror is a nightmare in the world of cultivating immortals," Donggong Shenyue still smiled, "Most people are afraid of and yearn for the powerful power of that magic weapon. Xiao Ruoxi is not those mediocre people, but she still has a heart disease." , although he never revealed his heart, but uncle knows that he still can't let go of the death of his righteous sister Mu Qinyin!"

"So Uncle Eleven is reminding Wang Huan?"

"That's it."

"You worry too much, Wang Huan can't do that." Dong Gongfu affirmed.

"Yeah, he has always been calm and self-reliant, and his current status does not allow him to abolish public affairs for personal reasons." Donggong Shenyue closed the golden fan and tapped his palms lightly: "But sometimes, people make decisions just in a moment of thought. It cannot be kept in the world, it must be destroyed, if he can't do it, our Donggong family can't stand by and watch."

"Uncle Eleven," Dong Gongfu hesitated, "Is this what my father meant?"

"Of course it's the elder brother's intention. He couldn't come out in person, so he sent an idler like uncle here," Donggong Shenyue said with a smile, "He also told me that the cloud-piercing arrow has always been on you, Xiao Fu, and it's not a well-known one. The Donggong Clan’s Tibetan Army Pavilion.”

"Father actually told you this!" Dong Gongfu said in surprise.

"Who made me his favorite little cousin, your eleventh uncle?" Donggong Shenyue was still smiling.

"Humph."

"Uncle is just an idler, Xiaofu, you have a mission, don't let your brother down!"

"I believe that Wang Huan will make the right choice." Dong Gongfu avoided his gaze and said in a low voice, "I hope that before this, Uncle Eleven, you will stop beating or probing."

"Haha, no, no, I don't want to be hated by Xiao Ruoxi, let alone you, Xiaofu."

Dong Gongfu ignored it and hurried to her seat.

Donggong Shenyue leisurely walked under the canopy, and greeted Fu Mengsheng with a smile. People like this who come from aristocratic families, are in high positions, have money and leisure, don't care about things, and have a good personality, they all have one thing in common:

Very popular.

After a few words with Fu Mengsheng, like a butterfly wearing a flower, he went to the area of ​​several other houses to exchange greetings with the heads of the houses who greeted him earnestly.

Dong Gongfu picked up the tea again and took a sip, the tea was already cold without knowing it, her gaze involuntarily fell on the young man in the vermilion bird robe on the main seat.

Wang Huan still had the same iceberg face, with an indifferent expression, no one in his eyes, and no noise. The only difference was that the index finger of his right hand resting on the armrest was subconsciously tapping the carved surface of the armrest lightly.

Is the waiting process boring or worrying?

Dong Gongfu got up, walked to Wang Huan, and handed him a piece of Ziru porcelain bottle: "Wang Huan, this is the elixir to cure Gu. Siyuan and Shaoyu will recover soon."

"Thank you." Wang Huan took the medicine bottle and nodded, "Thank you."

"Ah, this one was refined by Daoist Fu Mengsheng."

"I know." Wang Huan stood up, "I'll go thank him."

"Thank you, it's not for the elixir," Wang Huan turned around as the cool wind blew and the red leaves were flying, "but for trust."

"Wang Huan..."

"Donggong Shenyue's reminder is not wrong, you don't have to worry about it." After Wang Huan finished speaking, he went to Fu Mengsheng's side.

Having said that, that figure from the back, dressed in a fine attire, is still a bit desolate and desolate

Dong Gongfu lowered her eyes, it seemed that she had nothing to say, and it was too deliberate to make him feel better.

Sighing, he smiled and said to himself: "The Five Heroes of Langya Mountain, as promised, since they are good cake friends, I will blame you if you don't believe me!"

During the conversation between Wang Huan and Fu Mengsheng, a disciple of the Wang family came up and reported something to Wang Huan in a low voice with a nervous expression. Wang Huan only nodded calmly and gave a few instructions.

Before the disciple left to deal with the follow-up, he first reported to Donggong Shenyue who was still socializing.

The latter followed to a secluded place, with a look of eating melons on his face, and then a look of surprise after hearing it.