How to Avoid a Flirty Ex-Partner

Fu Tingqiu was extremely thankful that he hadn't done anything, otherwise he might have broken down in the midst of an extremely embarrassing gesture.

He opened his mouth, facing Fu Qingsong's tormented and restless gaze, he wondered, "Father also believes in those rumors?"

Fu Qingsong was silent for a moment, and said sadly: "I don't believe it, but Fu Lai told me that you placed Xie Yan in your own courtyard. I can't help but think about it. My son, tell me sincerely, How can you thank that..."

This unfinished meaning was fully conveyed to Fu Tingqiu through Fu Qingsong's eyes that contained all kinds of words.

Very good, Fu Lai is a traitor towards Qin Muchu.

Fu Tingqiu wrote another account to Fu Lai, and he said with a sincere face and a serious tone: "Father, do you still remember the Cloud Pulling Sword you told me about?"

When Fu Qingsong heard about Cloud Pulling Sword, he still had doubts about the relationship between Fu Tingqiu and Xie Yan on his face, but the words he asked were not the same: "Cloud Pulling Sword has been missing for many years, do you want to find it?"

"That's right." Fu Tingqiu said calmly, "I have reached a consensus with Master Xie, I will help him find the Zhinan Ling, and he brought the Zhinan Ling to help me find the Cloud Pulling Sword."

Fu Qingsong was silent for a moment, seeming to recall the few words left by Ri Langyue when he came to visit that day.

With the help of Zhinan Tower, he read all the magic treasures in the world and made a lot of money. He smiled bitterly and said: "My third brother is probably entangled with the young master of Guizhuang. gone."

It was this sentence that reminded Fu Qingsong. In a hurry, he found out the rumors about Fu Tingqiu and Xie Yan, and saw that Fu Tingqiu had placed Xie Yan in his own courtyard. partnership.

But Fu Qingsong didn't relax because of Fu Tingqiu's explanation. He had already investigated who Xie Yan was. On the surface, he was a master who didn't care about world affairs.

Fu Tingqiu's cooperation with him is undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger.

Fu Qingsong's eyes were complicated, watching Fu Tingqiu's indifferent demeanor, he sighed: "Isn't Xie Yan a good friend, your cooperation with him, in my opinion, help him find Zhinan Ling and let it go."

Fu Tingqiu didn't take it seriously, since he dared to discuss cooperation with Xie Yan, then he had made enough plans.

Fu Tingqiu didn't say anything about knowing sons like fathers, but Fu Qingsong also saw some clues.

Fu Qingsong: "If you insist on cooperating with him, then bring Fu Lai with you."

Fu Tingqiu frowned, pulled his lips and said, "Why should I bring a dog whose cultivation level is not as good as mine?"

Holding the teacup, Fu Qingsong took a sip as if enjoying himself, and said softly: "That child is a lucky face, if you take him with you, there may be some unexpected opportunities."

Fu Tingqiu pulled his lips and didn't answer.

He thought: what chance?Chances of being betrayed to an elderly father?

Fu Qingsong rarely disciplined Fu Tingqiu. In the past, Fu Tingqiu was self-reliant. Originally, the sword casting was completed this time. Fu Qingsong planned to find another piece of material to forge a dagger that cuts iron like clay. Hearing the news of Fu Tingqiu's return, he couldn't wait to go Met with my son.

Not only did his son come back by himself, but he also brought back a rumored protagonist. Fu Qingsong didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

But the visitor is a guest, and he is also the third floor owner of Zhinan Building, so Fu Qingsong must show up to entertain him, lest Xie Yan feel neglected.

Fu Qingsong: "Where is Mr. Xie at this time?"

Fu Tingqiu had something tricky in his heart, so he didn't dare to speak out, so he could only talk about other things: "Thank you, the host has some private affairs to deal with, so I live alone in the room at this time."

Fu Qingsong only regarded Xie Yan's private business as cultivation, after all, he was a well-known genius in the world and knew how to work hard.

"My father wants to entertain him, what do you think?"

This is the proper way to treat guests, Fu Tingqiu has no objection, he said: "I think the landlord will be able to attend the banquet within two days."

Fu Qingsong responded, still doubting the relationship between Fu Tingqiu and Xie Yan in his heart.

If it's just a pure cooperative relationship, why does Fu Tingqiu know Xie Yan's whereabouts so well?

When it comes to Xie Yan, Fu Tingqiu avoids talking about it but wants to talk about it?

Could it be that he, a silly son who has never tried the love of a child, is still in the stage of unrequited love?

Fu Qingsong, who thought he had explained the relationship between Fu Tingqiu and Xie Yan clearly, sighed deeply.

Do you want him, the father, to contribute to the flames?

Fu Qingsong coveted his son while drinking tea.

Fu Tingqiu, who was sitting on the side, only felt a chill of being stared at by someone, climbing up his back from the tailbone, making him feel chilly all over.

Fu Tingqiu couldn't help curling his fingers, thinking: Could it be that Fu Lai was talking nonsense to Fu Qingsong?

Two days later, at noon, the sun was strong, and when it shone on people, it was gentle to the bones. With the spring breeze blowing, the fragrance of green grass mixed with the fragrance of unknown flowers made people feel refreshed and refreshed.

Fu Tingqiu was sketching and drawing in front of the stone table. On the small stone table, there were all messy books. The writing was of different degrees. Some of the corners of the books were even worn out. It could be seen that the owner often read them.

Fu Tingqiu was looking for the sunrise, and the words recorded in his grandfather Fu Bufang's Miscellaneous Notes penetrated into Fu Tingqiu's mind, making him ponder so hard that he couldn't sleep at night.

Just when Fu Tingqiu searched to no avail and refused to give up, the door of the bedroom on the left creaked open.

Xie Yan still had that expressionless face, and he nodded almost invisible to Fu Tingqiu's questioning gaze.

Fu Tingqiu heaved a sigh of relief, put the pen aside, walked quickly to Xie Yan's body, took the Languang bell handed over by Xie Yan, inspected it carefully, raised his thumb, and couldn't help saying: "The landlord's craftsmanship is extraordinary. , I can't see a trace of damage."

Xie Yan was neither happy nor sad, passed him blankly, walked to the stone table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Repairing the Languangling is a small matter, but he spied the secret technique of the Acacia School from the Languangling.

It's a pity that Xie Yan was not interested in this kind of double cultivation method, and turned Lan Guangling back to its original state without paying attention.He thought about this matter again and again, and temporarily planned not to tell Fu Tingqiu.

Wanqiu Villa also has its own cultivation method, so it is impossible to use this kind of cultivation method.

Fu Tingqiu couldn't let go of the lost and recovered Lan Guangling, and played with it for a long time before returning to the stone table.

During this time, Xie Yan has read the content he wrote completely.

Xie Yan: "Standing at the place where the sun rises, does not expressly say that it is the end of the sky."

Fu Tingqiu: "Of course I understand, but it's just one sentence, it's too difficult."

Xie Yan understands that because of this, Zhinanlou has no clue yet.

Xie Yan had already come out, Fu Tingqiu thought about the banquet that Fu Qingsong had mentioned two days ago, and asked: "My father wants to entertain the landlord, as a landlord, if the landlord..."

Xie Yan looked up at Fu Tingqiu for a moment, then said softly: "Okay."

Fu Tingqiu smiled, put away the books one by one, and said in a gentle voice: "Before I came, I promised the master the magic weapon. It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day, so let's take the master to pick it at this time?"

These words were very casual, as if the magic weapon that Fu Tingqiu spoke of was something very common.

Xie Yan had heard about the Treasure Pavilion in Wanqiu Villa for a long time, so he naturally thought that seeing a hundred things is worth seeing. Now that Fu Tingqiu proposed, Xie Yan had no objection and took advantage of the trend.

The two of them left the yard, climbed up along the winding corridor, and got farther and farther away from the main building of Wanqiu Villa, until they reached a pavilion on the side of the mountain, and then they stopped.

Here, the Pianshan loft is independent from the world. If you want to pass through the main body of Wanqiu Mountain, you must first cross a long and narrow iron chain bridge.

Fu Tingqiu grew up here, naturally he is not afraid, his feet are light, his body is as light as a swallow, his hands are behind his back, he is dressed in white clothes, the hem is flying, a few light ups and downs, landed in front of the treasure attic , looked at Xie Yan who was still standing there with a smile in his eyes.

Xie Yan had no expression on his face, without any fancy things, he just jumped over and landed beside Fu Tingqiu without stopping.

Seeing this, Fu Tingqiu became more and more sure that Xie Yanxiu's cultivation had now stabilized at the Nascent Soul stage.

This person is unpredictable, far from what he can fight against with force, and knowing how smart Xie Yan is, he can't help but sigh, God sent such an outstanding person before him, I don't know whether it is to test him or to assist him.

Fu Tingqiu: "The landlord wait a moment."

Receiving Xie Yan's reply, Fu Tingqiu turned around and took a few steps forward, unlocked the iron lock of the Zangbao Pavilion, pushed gently with both hands, and the door of the building opened wide, then turned around and called out Xie Yan.

Xie Yan followed Fu Tingqiu all the way up the stairs without saying a word, straight up to the tall building.

The Zangbao Pavilion has seven floors, each floor has more than a hundred grids, and many grids have been built along the stairs. Xie Yan looked over it inch by inch, and his eyes were full of magic treasures.

At this point, Xie Yan finally understood the phrase "Wanqiu Villa is essentially a burial place for magic weapons".

All things have spirits, and so do magic weapons. These magic weapons, forged by people through untold hardships, are permeated with the hard work of the forgers. Over time, spirituality is born, and they yearn to be possessed.

I also hope to be owned and accompanied.

But when it falls into the Wanqiu Villa, the best end is that someone occasionally thinks of it, takes it out to show off, and then throws it into this dark attic, where the dust settles day after day, and the spirit disappears. It even became a dead thing.

Fu Tingqiu slowed down, taking care of Xie Yan's feelings.

He can still imagine how other people will look and feel when they see these magic weapons, but if the person is replaced by Xie Yan, Fu Tingqiu can't imagine it.

Fu Tingqiu knew in his heart that from the first time he saw Xie Yan, he never understood this seemingly simple and clear landlord Xie, so he inadvertently tried all kinds of temptations, but with little success.

The two have worked together in real and fake ways. To this day, Fu Tingqiu only has an understanding of Xie Yan's temperament and preferences, but when it comes to what Xie Yan is thinking, Fu Tingqiu has no way of answering.

As smart as he is, he dare not claim to understand Xie Yan thoroughly.

Xie Yan: "The higher you go, the more precious the magic weapon is. Master Fu Shaozhuang is really willing to do so?"

Seeing that Fu Tingqiu led him to the seventh floor, Xie Yan opened his mouth.

He is not a bandit, nor is he a bully who bullies others. What he said casually to Fu Tingqiu that day was just a joke, but Fu Tingqiu took it seriously.

Fu Tingqiu smiled slightly: "Why not? Let me know that the third owner of the South Tower owes me a favor, why not do it?"

Xie Yan stopped. At this time, he and Fu Tingqiu stopped in the stairwell between the fifth and sixth floors.

Xie Yan: "No."

Fu Tingqiu's smile continued: "No, Master Xie has a cold face and a warm heart. I treat you well. I don't think I will say it, but I will remember it firmly in my heart. I don't want to find an opportunity to repay me all the time."

Xie Yan sneered: "Master Fu Shaozhuang may have misunderstood me."

"Hey, where." Fu Tingqiu waved his hand, leaned slightly closer to Xie Yan, leaning on the stairs two steps higher than Xie Yan, and said condescendingly, "I have met many people, but there is no one who is as duplicity as the landlord."

Xie Yan leaned back slightly to avoid Fu Tingqiu's breath: "Whether I am duplicity or not, the young master knows it well."

Fu Tingqiu stood up straight, and smiled brightly at Xie Yan with unknown meaning: "Since the landlord said so, then the landlord can choose a magic weapon that he likes on the fifth floor."

Xie Yan, as Fu Tingqiu said, turned around and entered the fifth floor. There was no candlelight in the building, and there was no natural light. Show off your brilliance.

It's good to be caught by a glance, and temporarily escape the sea of ​​suffering that no one cares about.