Han Ting Xiugu [Cultivation]

The servant had an expression like "you don't know, let me tell you" all over his face, and happily shared with Boss Fu the gossip he heard during his trip to Penglai.

Bai Shiwei took the initiative to invite Penglai to go to tile this time.That place was tucked away in a corner, it was very hard to find, not everyone like Rong Tingfang and Yu Qiuyuan went anywhere in the world, and there was no second person who heard people could fly and swim, but of course people who heard people would not come out by themselves lead the way.As a result, the tile line arrived, but there was nothing there except ashes.

People must be dead.When it was their turn to get the soul-suppressing bowl, Rong Tingfang and the others had already squatted in the Helan Pavilion to take a bath.Waxing is a place where the living are hard to return after leaving, and the resentment is full of resentment when they return.The treasure that Hao Lianfeng and the others had been searching for was something that could dispel the hostility they got there, but unfortunately they never found it, and they even ran into Rong Tingfang.Later, Jin Guangding sent a summons, saying that Bai Zihe had found the object, so he hurriedly called Hao Lianfeng back to Penglai.

Hao Lianfeng never imagined that the person they had been looking for had slipped under their noses.

"I heard this time that what Master Yu said to the devil was lingering and pathetic." The servant said, with a precise expression and detailed details, as if he was there in person, and seemed to have heard a wonderful secret. It is unbearable to make it public.He said mysteriously, "Maybe fights used to be just playful. In the past, they didn't—"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a cold voice.

"Are you free?"

The servant suddenly trembled when he heard the sound, bowed his back, and said a little flatteringly: "Master."

...That's Bai Zihe.

Rong Tingfang put away the stone between his fingers - a second later, this servant's head would explode.

Originally, things like auctioning goods were hidden from the family and not reported to the family, but the fact that the soul-suppressing bowl was used by someone can spread to the world with a little bit of wind. The way is to announce to the world that the soul-suppressing bowl is in Penglai's hands. If you want it, you can go to them. It has nothing to do with their Bai family, so as not to suffer for others in vain.

Bai Zihe went to Wangchun Tower, and he was also the one who took back the soul-suppressing bowl, and he will be credited half a point for this time.After returning to Bai's house, the old man rewarded him well in front of everyone in the ancestral hall, and all the servants saw it, and felt that the young master was the next head of the family and did not run away, so they became more respectful towards him.

At this time, Bai Zihe walked along the end of the nine-curved corridor, a branch of the rocks slanted, and a branch caught the corner of his clothes.Same as what I saw before, the feathers on the hair crown fluttered and swayed, and she wore a water-colored long gown. Except for her appearance and voice, her body shape remained unchanged.But before Bai Zihe was a rather enthusiastic person, he was not so indifferent.Rong Tingfang was behind Fu Huairen, using half of his body to cover him, and looked at him for a long time - he always felt that nothing was pleasing to the eye.

Now that Bai Zihe has come, that servant is very knowledgeable. "Master, then I'll go down first."

It's not the first time that Fu Huairen and Bai Zihe have met, the children of aristocratic families always meet once.

"Master Bai."

Only then did Bai Zihe get rid of the frost, and he was very polite: "Boss Fu." He greeted Yan Buxiao again, "Daoist Yan."

Yan Buxiao still remembered the main purpose of coming to Wanhe Villa, and stepped aside to let Rong Tingfang out. "Master Bai, this brother Wenren's spirit bird is a bit sluggish, I wonder if I could ask you to take a look at it, what's wrong with it, or what's wrong?"

Only then did Bai Zihe look at Rong Tingfang——

At that moment when their eyes met, a strange feeling flashed across Rong Tingfang's heart.

He is very strange.He had seen Bai Zihe in the courtyard before, and he didn't have this feeling at that time, why was he alone here, but there was a kind of special feeling - the illusion of wanting to roll up his sleeves and beat him up?

Suspicious in his heart, Rong Tingfang handed over the drowsy fat chicken.

Bai Zihe stretched out his hand to take it, and said directly: "It's because the spiritual power was exhausted too much, so I fell into a deep sleep."

Rong Tingfang said: "How do you know if you haven't seen it?"

"..." Bai Zihe pulled the fat chicken's eyelids freely, adjusted his posture to hug it more comfortably, and repeated what he said just now, "It was because of too much spiritual power consumption that I fell into a deep sleep among."

Rong Tingfang: "..."

Even more suspicious.

Fu Huairen then asked Rong Tingfang: "What did you do?"

Rong Tingfang said: "It's nothing." They just recuperated in Helan Xuan for two months. Although he has no consciousness at all, the spiritual bird is born to practice. If there is no damage from foreign enemies, how could his spiritual power not increase but decrease.Rong Tingfang looked at the fat chicken, and pondered for a while, "It should be said that its cultivation should be more refined. I have healed a lot of injuries for it during my cultivation." I'm already out."

How did Fu Huairen know the twists and turns, he just thought what Rong Tingfang said was true.But when he saw Bai Zihe, he felt that the other person's face was very pale, especially after hearing Rong Tingfang's words.He paused, thinking, what, did Bai Zihe have a feud with him, or did this spirit bird belong to the Bai family and was snatched away by Wenren?

Fu Huairen would not be surprised if Rong Tingfang robbed him.

Bai Zihe seemed to be holding back his temper, and said indifferently: "Then it is really blessed."

It goes without saying.Rong Tingfang sneered, he has been kind and patient like never before before he put it on the rack to roast after raising it for so long.Since the drowsiness was caused by excessive consumption of spiritual energy, there was no danger of his life.

Rong Tingfang asked: "Is there any way to wake it up quickly?"

Bai Zihe said, "Are you in a hurry?"

Rong Tingfang said, "No hurry."

Bai Zihe nodded: "Leave it to me first. There are many feathers and birds here, and their spiritual powers are connected, which can help them a little."

Rong Tingfang readily agreed, and asked again.

"Then please ask Young Master Bai to take another look for me..."

"It's male and female."

Bai Zihe: "...Why are you asking this?"

Rong Tingfang said: "The cranes here have to molt when the seasons change. I don't know if they will have a mate when the season comes." I don't know the male and female, how will I find a mate for the fat chicken in the future.If this chicken is really rare, Rong Tingfang hopes that it is a female, lays more eggs, and hatches some beautiful birds.

If Bai Zihe's mood is a sword, Rong Tingfang has already been stabbed countless times.

It's a pity that his heart is not a sword, and what he says can't hurt anyone, especially a thick-skinned person.

"After it wakes up, ask it yourself." Bai Zihe took Fu Huairen and the others to the guest room, and just after turning a corner, a servant came in front of him.He stopped the man and said, "Take Boss Fu and the others to rest."

Before Fu Huairen could speak, Rong Tingfang had already spoken first.Although he was not interested in communicating with others before, unexpectedly, he was very interested in talking with this Bai Zihe.There are not many people who can make him dislike him from the beginning to the end.

"Won't Young Master Bai take us there?"

"I want to sort out the spiritual veins of your spirit bird." Bai Zihe tilted his head slightly, and the few hairs on his head fluttered and fluttered. In Rong Tingfang's eyes, they looked inexplicably like the few hairs on the buttocks of his own fat chicken. "Young Master Wenren, don't you want to let it go earlier?"

"It doesn't matter if it's later." Rong Tingfang held his hands behind his back, "It's quite noisy."

Yan Buxiao inexplicably felt that Bai Zihe's complexion was a little worse than before.Is it because he also went to Waxing and was eroded by resentment, so his body did not recover?But didn't the servant say that Bai Zihe didn't go?

Bai Zihe's face froze: "Master, you really know how to joke."

After saying that, he turned around and left.The pace of walking is urgent, and it seems that he is very angry.

After he left, Fu Huairen asked Rong Tingfang: "Have you offended him?"

Rong Tingfang said: "I intend to offend you." But it didn't work.At that time, he originally asked Fat Chicken to secretly transport back the goods photographed by the Bai family, but it was a pity that Fat Chicken was not as fast as Yan Buxiao.Naturally, this kind of plot is hidden in his heart, and he will not make it public. It is impossible for Bai Zihe to know about it.So where did his anger come from?

Yan Buxiao speculated: "Could it be because the Bai family are people who cherish feathers, and when they saw Mr. Wenren's spirit bird like this, they thought it was due to poor care, so they blamed it on the master?"

who knows.

Rong Tingfang thought, maybe people who keep birds have something wrong.

The servants here finally led the three of them into a small courtyard with an elegant environment and flowing water.Rong Tingfang likes this water.The growth of water vapor is good for nourishing his body.

"The servants will bring the food, please take a break for the three of you."

Although the big banquet is tomorrow, the important guests who should come have already lived in the Bai family.As the owner of the house, it is all right to entertain guests.So instead of saying that tomorrow is a feast for the Quartet, it is better to say that it will start tonight.Fu Huairen was an ordinary person, an ordinary person in poor health, he was a little tired after driving for so long, and went into the house after explaining to Yan Buxiao twice.

Rong Tingfang saw that Yan Buxiao looked over with worried eyes, and asked abruptly, "Are you worried?"

Yan Buxiao's eyes were clear: "Young Master Wenren, Huairen is just a businessman, he is not a man of Taoism, so don't bully him."

oh?Rong Tingfang suddenly became interested, can you see this?He thought that Yan Buxiao was soft-spoken, good-tempered, innocent and innocent, and he was really ignorant of the world, so he underestimated this sword idiot.

"How do you know it wasn't him who bullied me? Doesn't Daoist Yan know Boss Fu's methods?"

Yan Buxiao said: "Huairen doesn't harm others. He is just protecting himself."

no harm—

What I said is so naive. In order to let him live for a few more years, where did the spiritual power that Fu Huairen absorbed to extend his life come from? Although Rong Tingfang is not particularly clear, he also knows that the means must not be great. bright.Although he is just an ordinary person and doesn't know how to practice Taoism, how can he know if he has human life in his hands?

But Rong Tingfang just smiled and did not refute.He took out the purple-gold wooden box, picked up the feather in it, and handed it to Yan Buxiao. "This is a gift from a friend of Dongji. It is said that it can emit light at night. Although I don't know what it is, it must be very precious, and it is not necessarily worse than the Tianfeng Yu given by Master Bai. You have helped me a lot. For you."

Yan Buxiao took the feather, but felt that it was bright in color and bright in the bones, it was not a common thing, and he couldn't move his eyes in amazement for a while. "Then isn't this very precious? I want to ask Huai Ren to see if it is too precious."

"Hey." Rong Tingfang pulled him back, "You are a person who cultivates the mind and sword. You are obsessed with etiquette and customs, and you may not enter the Tao. This is given to you by me. You hide it yourself and don't tell Boss Fu. Give it to him someday. Wouldn't it be nice to have a surprise?"

What he said was so unacceptable, Yan Buxiao accepted it as soon as he heard it. "Then I thank you on Huairen's behalf."

Rong Tingfang smiled: "You're welcome."

Seeing him smiling, Yan Buxiao watched him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said, "You should smile more. It looks good when you smile."

There is nothing wrong with this statement, but Rong Tingfang stopped laughing, and said lightly: "Daochang Yan should go and take care of Boss Fu." After saying that, he went to the room with water in the backyard, and it seemed that he lost it all at once. Interested.

Yan Buxiao didn't understand why Rong Tingfang turned his face immediately when she was fine just now.He thought about it, maybe he couldn't speak.Because Fu Huairen would sometimes turn against him, and it was inexplicable that people couldn't understand.I just saw that Fu Huairen's lips were pale, and I don't know if it was really uncomfortable.

Yan Buxiao has a clear mind, although he can't speak, he really guessed right.

Rong Tingfang was not happy.

Just now Yan Buxiao told him to smile more, and praised him for his good-looking smile.Out of nowhere, Rong Tingfang remembered that someone once told him the same thing.When they were in Fulong Valley, Yu Qiuyuan and him each held half of the Ganoderma lucidum in order to snatch it, and neither of them would let go. Suddenly, Yu Qiuyuan smiled at him and said, "Look at you, you have a straight face, you should smile more." Smile. You look good when you smile."

Rong Tingfang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately replied: "You are sick!"

With one whip, the fleshy Ganoderma lucidum was cut into two halves, and no one took advantage of it.

It's so long ago, it's not worth Rong Tingfang to remember.But today, when Yan Buxiao said this, he suddenly picked and picked from the old things and remembered this matter, or suddenly broke through the shackles of memory, and he couldn't allow him to refuse.

The author has something to say: Memories come too fast like a tornado.

Fangfang: guna.