Some information has not been grasped, and some words cannot be exhausted.
Even if Gui Hai Yizhen, Ye Qingxuan did not dare to believe it easily. His own father was poisoned to death by the "Sakura Rain Divine Water". Who knows if he will treat him in his own way after getting the "Sakura Rain Divine Water".
It seems that it can be a fisherman's profit, but it is more likely to be framed and set on fire.
So this "Sakura Rain Divine Water" must be in your own hands to be the safest.
At this time, the two walked down the Wan'an Bridge. The man's wine is elegant and elegant, like a fairy; the woman's beauty is glamorous, just like a fairy down to earth. Naturally, it attracted passers-by's attention and cast envious and appreciative glances.
Who would have thought that they seemed to be inseparable, and what they were talking about was even more such a murderous thing.
Liu Qingyan puffed up and walked with him for a while, seeing that Ye Qingxuan finally refused to take out the "Sakura Rain Divine Water", she sighed helplessly: "Since you don't want to give this thing to me, Mr. Shuai, please ask me more." Take precautions and take care of yourself."
Ye Qingxuan nodded lightly, then glanced at the carriage that was far away, and said calmly: "Shuai also reminds you, the people in Fengyi Pavilion should not get in touch with subtleties, so as not to be sold out without knowing it."
Liu Qingyan hung her head in silence, and after a while said softly: "Sister Suqing is actually suffering a lot. Although she is a member of Fengyi Pavilion, she doesn't serve her wholeheartedly. She has long been interested in Liu Mengyan in her heart. It’s only obedient and obedient, but please help Master Shuai to cover it up and don’t make it difficult for Sister Suqing.”
Ye Qingxuan glanced at her in amazement, and said, "Is this the reason why she came with you? If that's the case, I'd rather be an adult."
Although Ye Qingxuan hated Liu Mengyan's behavior, it was only because the other party didn't like him. If he really wanted to pick out a few faults, Ye Qingxuan couldn't say one or two.
I'm not familiar with it, and I don't want to be familiar with it.
It's better for everyone to stay away and live in peace.
Ye Qingxuan cupped his hands slightly, and walked away.
Liu Qingyan watched him go on a long journey, her brows were deeply frowned, she didn't know where her thoughts drifted.
…
Unexpectedly, the men and horses of the Yingzhou shogunate took action so quickly.
The people in Tingchao Pavilion in Donghai seemed to have suffered a bit in the first fight. It seemed that there were not many lives, but judging from the strength of Tingchao Pavilion in Donghai at this time, they were not opponents of Yingzhou shogunate and Fengyun League at all.
And here in Luodu, the only one who can help Donghai Tingchao Pavilion is Lingyun Palace.
Thinking of Lingyun Palace, he naturally thought of the things that Lingyun Palace entrusted to him, and he also thought of Li Daozong.
Thinking of that guy's fate, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was lucky at this moment.
Li Daozong is a smart man, but it's a pity that he is too smart. If he was a little stupid, maybe he wouldn't be so sad and at a loss.
Dawn breaks.
The westerly wind is bleak, misty and rainy.
The world was silent.
At this time, Li Daozong, carrying a hoe, holding his trousers, and wearing rain powder, walked through the flower path in the yard.
There are endless fields not far from the courtyard. During the busy autumn season, many farmers are busy harvesting grain in the fields.
Of course he didn't care about this kind of rain, so although he was wearing a bamboo hat, it was only held under his side, not on his head.
He walked very slowly.
All the way, I only stared at my feet.
When he was upset and came here to live in seclusion, looking at the beautiful field scenery, he just asked lightly: "What is the most tiring thing around here?"
"It's farming." Jiang Feiran replied.
"Okay, I'll farm."
It seems that I just can't relax, my head can't function enough, and I can't think about anything.
From the very first day, Li Daozong forgot his martial arts and his identity as the young master of Yijian Villa. He was just farming.
The land in the mountains with a radius of one thousand mu was secretly the property of Lingyun Palace. Li Daozong had never started sowing, so he carried a hoe and dug the land by himself.
In just half a month, the hard land was turned over by a young man.
Since then, the figure of this young man has never left the sight of all the farmers, regardless of whether they are farming or slack, everyone can see his busy figure.
In a short period of time, Li Daozong, who used to be handsome and handsome, became an out-and-out farmer.
Holding a hoe in a big callused hand, his skin is dark and rough, his lips are often dry and cracked, his eyes are slightly squinted because he is a habit developed to avoid the sun, his hair is casually gathered on the top of his head, and he is already in his twenties. See gray and white.
Because he often bends over to work, his figure is slightly rickety.
It is not his body that is tired, but his heart.
But when Ye Qingxuan came to him, Li Daozong straightened up, still exuding the sharpness of a sword.
"Why are you here?" Li Daozong frowned slightly.
Ye Qingxuan grinned and said, "I'll come and see you..."
"eventful."
Li Daozong snorted coldly, bent down and continued hoeing.
The hardened land was broken under his hoe, and the clumps of soil were smashed by the hoe, and the ridges were skillfully divided, just like those who have been doing farm work all their lives.
"I'm very busy, you'd better not bother me. Before winter, at least one crop of cabbage or rapeseed can be harvested here, otherwise there will be no green vegetables to eat in winter."
Ye Qingxuan watched him farming with interest, and asked lightly: "Are you quitting the arena?"
Li Daozong didn't answer at all.
Ye Qingxuan sighed, and said again: "The Twelve Elders' Association has been disbanded. Tingchao Pavilion in Donghai is besieged from all sides, and Guihaiyi is really plotted by Yingzhou and Fengyunmeng. I'm afraid there will be no good fruit this time."
Li Daozong was indifferent.
Ye Qingxuan curled his lips, and said: "Yesterday Liu Qingyan came to me, saying that there are no chivalrous fighters in the Central Plains martial arts, and she watched Donghai being humiliated in vain, and even worse..."
Li Daozong snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "You'd better not bother me with these things. The affairs in the world have nothing to do with me."
"What about the September Nine Chongyang battle? You're not going either?" Ye Qingxuan asked.
"Whoever wins and who loses has nothing to do with me?" Li Daozong said angrily, "Even if they are all dead, there are others who will mourn and cry for them. What am I? I shed a tear?"
"After all, blood relatives..."
boom!
There was a loud bang.
Ye Qingxuan dodged the hoe dropped by Li Daozong when he couldn't help it, but his fierce force left a god hole on the ground that was more than ten feet in size.
Li Daozong's face was ferocious, and he said solemnly: "If you dare to mention this matter again, I will kill you immediately!"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head helplessly, and said calmly: "Not mentioning it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Escaping is not the solution to the problem at all. You care too much about other people's attitudes and feelings towards you, but forget about yourself and those around you who really care about you." People. Covering the wound with clothes will only make the wound fester. It is better to open the wound, squeeze out the abscess, fight for a while and sew the wound, so that the wound can heal faster. Don’t blame the unfairness of fate, but Ask yourself what have you done when faced with injustice... "