Xiao Xinrong pounced on Cui Yuanwei, and the two cultivators started tearing apart like children - and then the action stopped abruptly. ↑,

The two of them kept fighting each other and turned to look at Li Xianyuan.

Xiao Xinrong turned his head blankly, looked at Cui Yuanwei who was very close at hand, and spat on his face: "Did he say he would send us down the mountain, or follow us down the mountain?"

"They want to send us down the mountain." Cui Yuanwei also replied blankly.

They were in a daze when Li Xianyuan jumped down from the rock and said to the three of them: "I'm going to change my clothes. You guys wait for me at the bottom of the mountain."

"They want to send us down the mountain." Cui Yuanwei also replied blankly.

They were in a daze when Li Xianyuan jumped down from the rock and said to the three of them: "I'm going to change my clothes. You guys wait for me at the bottom of the mountain."

"Oh." Yu Deshou, who hugged each other and walked out of the stream, replied blankly, watching Li Xianyuan disappear behind the red wall of the mansion.

"..." Withdrawing their gaze, the two of them looked at each other and found that they were still hugging each other. They parted with their faces full of disgust and adjusted their robes up and down.

"Ahem." Xiao Xinrong cleared his throat and stood up proudly: "You also heard what Brother Li said. Let's change our clothes and wait at the foot of the mountain for Brother Li to come down."

After winning the first battle, Xiao Xinrong and Cui Yuanwei walked down the mountain with each other arm in arm and laughing. The only normal Yu Deshou followed them wetly. From time to time, he was blown by the mountain wind and had a cold war.

…

In the courtyard room of the mansion, Li Xianyuan took off his Taoist robes, took out the gown from the closet, and rubbed it carefully. Everything he had experienced came to mind, and then gradually faded away.

Now that he thinks about it again, his heart feels like water. The memories that once made his heart turbulent are no longer turbulent when he thinks about them again.

Putting on the green shirt, a faint smell flows into the nose. The nose smells slightly, and it is the smell of the world.

The black hair was simply tied up and tied into a ponytail at the back of the head. Standing in front of the bronze mirror, a young man with an outstanding temperament. Li Xianyuan frowned and thought for a moment, then untied the ponytail and tied it back into long hair, somewhat like a Taoist priest's beard.

As he turned around to go out, he paused at his feet. Li Xianyuan felt strange, feeling that something was missing.

He turned around and looked around the room, his eyes touched the corner of the closet, he froze slightly, and subconsciously touched behind him, but found nothing.

Wu Yan walked to the cabinet, stared at it for a long time, reached out and picked up the bamboo tube standing on the edge. He put it behind him and went out again.

…

A small stick of incense came down from the mountain. The three people at the foot of the mountain had already changed into casual clothes. If you look closely, you can see that they are dressed just like the day they entered.

"Brother Li, there is Wensheng County a hundred miles away. What if we go there?" Xiao Xinrong asked Li Xianyuan as the four of them walked along the mountain road.

The other two people came just to see him.

Li Xianyuan nodded slightly: "It's up to Brother Xiao to make the decision."

The three of them looked at each other and noticed subtle differences. Although Li Xianyuan was polite before, he was not so unfamiliar. Now he was so polite, but it made them feel like they were thousands of miles apart, without a trace of emotion in them.

This Taishang Wangqingjue is truly overbearing.

Xiao Xinrong thought to himself. His expression did not change, and he kept talking and laughing as he walked in front. The other two people agreed. As they talked, they talked about the Yangqingfeng competition that made Li Xianyuan famous. This matter was aroused, and the whole Yangqingfeng

There are people who don’t know.

As he said this, he looked sideways at Li Xianyuan from time to time, but Li Xianyuan's expression was dull, as if they were not talking about him.

After walking out of the half-stick incense stick, we were already not far from the foot of the mountain. Both sides of the bluestone steps turned into lush woods. The wind rippled and there was a burst of singing.

If you look back at this moment, you will see vast mountain peaks, continuous buildings and pavilions, and cranes and flying rainbows.

Before walking too far, I suddenly saw an old couple at the foot of the mountain, dressed in cloth and carrying baskets on their backs. They supported each other, knelt down tremblingly, knelt down to the mountain, took out a few fruits and piled them up, climbed up and left with difficulty.

Maybe they were old and dim, maybe they were just ordinary people. The old couple didn't notice the four people coming down the steps.

Seeing Li Xianyuan's eyes on the old couple at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Xinrong volunteered and hurriedly explained: "The Chunyang Sect is an immortal sect, and the founder is one of the eight immortals. Therefore, people from nearby villages come to worship all year round."

Li Xianyuan nodded.

I came to a post station at the foot of the mountain. I borrowed a carriage and drove through the forest. After burning a stick of incense, I left the mountain road and turned onto the official road.

Li Xianyuan lifted the curtain and took a look in the distance. He was still deep in the mountains and did not recognize his true face.

The carriage was speeding and the scenery was passing by. It took two hours to reach Wensheng County.

There was nothing to do, and the three of them joked and chatted with each other. Except for Li Xianyuan, they often got together, so they had a good relationship.

At first they were chatting and laughing. Later, when they saw Li Xianyuan sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, saying nothing, it gradually became dull. They stared at each other.

…

It was a long and bumpy journey. It was already afternoon when we arrived outside Wensheng County. They had probably had enough rides on the carriage, and the three of them got out of the car. When they looked back, they found that Li Xianyuan had also gotten off.

After getting acquainted and exchanging glances, Xiao Xinrong pointed to the luxuriant grass in the distance: "There are a lot of wild grasses and a lot of wild flowers."

"...?" For a moment, he was confused. Cui Yuanwei reacted very quickly. He clapped his hands and pointed to the city gate: "Experienced men and women are busy going back and forth."

Yu Deshou bit the bullet and said about the third game: "How about this scene?"

The three eyes looked at Li Xianyuan together, as if waiting for him to say the last sentence.

Words are not words, poems are not poems, they must have rhyme or not, and they must be oblique or oblique. But they still look serious. Even Yu DeShou, a relatively mature man, has his eyes looking forward to see what will happen to him.

Say the last sentence.

"..." His eyes swept over the three of them, and Li Xianyuan said: "He has won countless victories in the world."

"What a poem! As expected of Brother Li!"

There were countless boasts and praises, but maybe they didn't hear what Li Xianyuan said at all. Or they didn't care what he said.

Xiao Xinrong was praising her wildly, and suddenly someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw that it was Yu DeShou.

He pursed his lips in front of him. Xiao Xinrong looked as he pointed and saw that Li Xianyuan had already reached the city gate.

"Brother Li——"

Xiao Xinrong made a long sound and was about to chase after him when he was caught back. When he was about to speak, Yu Deshou shook his head and interrupted: "I'm pretending."

Looking at the background of Li Xianyuan at the city gate, Xiao Xinrong gradually lost her exaggerated expression, looked thoughtful, and said in a deep voice: "Of course I know, but if we act like usual, it will be even harder to pull Brother Li out."

Cui Yuanwei shook his head lightly: "Brother Li is not a fool. If you behave like this, he will naturally notice it."

"What should we do?" Xiao Xinrong frowned and looked at the two of them.

"We go wherever we go on weekdays. Today we go wherever we go."

There was a brief silence, the three of them looked at each other and said three words in unison.

"Miaoyinfang!"

Li Xianyuan had just entered the city gate, but before he could feel the prosperity of Wensheng County, the three men caught up with him. Xiao Xinrong chuckled, his tone was normal, and he no longer acted ugly.

"Brother Li, the Yellow Crane Tower is the most famous in Wensheng County. It's just that there are too many literati and poets coming and going. At first glance, it looks crowded and not very interesting. But there is a Miaoyin Studio here, where the girl sings well and plays the flute.

Better, not as good as..."

I got the same idea and wanted to visit Li Xianyuan’s brothel.
Chapter completed!