After Lan Chuihan left, it was almost dawn, and the two of them had no sleepiness at all. They sat on the squeaky pony and leaned against the stove to keep warm.
Xie Bian casually added two pieces of dry firewood to the stove. He stared at the bright orange flames and fell into deep thought. The only sound in the room was the sound of crackling.
After a while, Fan Wuzhen got up, and when he sat back again, he stuffed a cup of hot tea into Jie Bian's hand.
Xie Bian held the teacup, took a sip, and smiled softly at Fan Wuxi: "Isn't this my own tea? It's delicious."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to fit your Qiankun bag, so I'll pack some for you." Fan Wuxi also took a sip, "It smells so good."
"I put some orchids when I stir-fry the tea, and it has a delicate fragrance. Mr. Cuifu also likes to drink the tea I planted." Mentioning Cui Jue, Xie Bian's face was covered with a layer of sadness, "Leave the underworld It's been a few days, and I don't know if Jiang Qulian has gone back, or if he has discovered that someone has broken into his treasure house, and the secret passage leading to hell."
"It will be a matter of time before he finds out, but we have no time to take care of him, so let's not be distracted now."
"Well, you're right." Xie Bian smiled again, "When I saw Brother Lan today, I always felt weird."
"Because of the memory in the dream?"
"Haha, yes, I put Brother Lan's face on that child..." Xie Bian was stunned suddenly, and some chilling thoughts came to his mind, "Emperor Konghua's prince, there is no record in the history books, and he He has never married a wife or taken a concubine, where did he come from as a prince?"
"Bastard child."
Zong Zhongming's life experience has been well hidden by Zong Ziheng because he is worried about being retaliated by the remnants of the Wuyun Sect, and Zong Zhongming can choose to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan after he becomes an adult, and he has not been included in the clan genealogy. Child, raise him in the Wuji Palace where he has no name and no status but what he wants. After the destruction of the Daming Zong Clan, he can start a new life without being implicated.
As for why Zong Zhongming didn't recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, and restored the Huaying School, Fan Wuxi also didn't know.
"No matter where this child comes from, he should be very important to Emperor Konghua, but why did I press Brother Lan's face on him? At first I thought it was because of the influence of Yun Zhongjun's illusion, but Zhong Na Illusions were a few months ago."
"Didn't Mr. Cui also say that the impact of that kind of illusion on the subconscious mind is immeasurable."
Xie Bian was silent for a moment: "I was thinking, in case, is it possible that Brother Lan really has something to do with Emperor Konghua's prince, for example, in case he is like me..."
"Brother." Fan Wushi patted Xie Bian's hand, "I know what you're thinking, if that's the case, it can't be a coincidence, but whoever has the ability to control reincarnation, so What is the purpose of doing it? I guess, either you are still under the influence of illusion, or Lan Chuihan may be related to Zong Zhongming, which is more reasonable, right?"
"Yes, you are right." Xie Bian heaved a sigh of relief.
"If you really care about it, next time you see Lan Chuihan, you can try to make sidesteps, but don't think about it now."
Xie Bian nodded: "The founder of Xianyue Pavilion, Brother Lan's grandfather, Master Hua Yuan, has always been a mystery. Few people know his name or have seen him. I will investigate after the matter is over. "—
During the few days they stayed at Ah Lu's house, they helped Ah Lu chop firewood and cook during the day, and went to the Xianmeng's camp and the suburbs of Chidi City after dark to investigate the situation. According to their plan, Lan Chuihan had already asked to see Lord Yunzhong at the foot of the Chidi City. No one knew exactly what the two said, but the monks all rumored that Lan Chuihan refuted Qingwuzi wantonly, and it seemed that they had resorted to a divorce plan. .
When it comes to divorce schemes, many monks heatedly discussed the female cultivators of the Cangyu Sect with malicious intentions, saying how Qi Mengsheng used the beauty trick to seduce Xu Zhinan back then. How suitable for double cultivation.
Most of these people come from the orthodox sect of immortals, they are self-reliant, and they sneer at non-orthodox practice. It is really annoying to show such a face at this time. When Xie Bian thought that many of the monks summoned by the heroic order were out of selfish desires and wanted to get a share of the Cangyumen, he was worried about the situation of this battle, and he frowned frequently.
Fan Wuxi said coldly: "Senior brother, don't take it to heart. Many so-called righteous people are just such a bunch of hypocritical and selfish scum. Lu Zhaofeng, the demon cultivator of pill stealing, came from an innocent family and joined the century-old immortal family Wuyunmen. In the end, not only He ate man-eating pills by himself, and turned the entire Wuyun Sect into a cult of cannibal pills. Think about Li Buyu, Zong Minghe, which one is not sanctimonious and self-proclaimed orthodox. In comparison, Cangyu Sect never sticks to Taoism The method, Qi Mengsheng openly wants to eat the top-notch Renhuang, at least he is magnanimous, I hate hypocrites more than real villains."
Xie Bian said solemnly: "People's hearts are unpredictable."—
That night, Fan Wuxi, who had already bought a thick quilt, still had to squeeze into the same bed with Xie Bian, so naturally he would move his hands, feet and mouth.
Xie Bian, who was dizzy from the kiss, hurriedly grabbed Fan Wuxi's hand that was protruding downward, and said in a low voice, "Stop making trouble, this is someone else's home."
"I don't like being in other people's houses either, but I feel so uncomfortable every day." Fan Wuxi opened his mouth and grabbed Jie Bian's red, soft and tender face, the soft flesh slipped away immediately, and he bit again, Xie Bian shrank his shoulders and avoided it.
"Stop biting, what are you?" Xie Bian pushed him with a low smile, "It's outrageous."
"Anything is fine, I just want to bite you." Fan Wushi took the opportunity to avoid Xie Bian's hand and grasped his point.
Xie Bian immediately took a deep breath and struggled quietly: "No deterrence, no, this wall is very thin."
"I cast a tranquilizing spell on them, and they slept soundly."
"You have premeditated." Xie Bian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Fan Wuxi said frankly, "Yes."
He tugged on Xie Bian's clothes, but Xie Bian couldn't relax, thinking of the two children falling asleep on the partition wall, even kissing felt a little guilty.
Fan Wuxi didn't force him, but his desire was unquenchable, so he put the two people's things together and rubbed them together.
Xie Bian lifted up the quilt and covered the two of them from head to toe. Even though he wanted to cover it up, it seemed like he had stolen a small secret world.
They kissed passionately in the dark quilt, stroking each other's desire with their hands, the ears were filled with the sound of sticky water intertwining lips and tongue and the other's rough panting, the temperature in the quilt soared, and the air became thinner, The blood all over their bodies concentrated to the lower abdomen, and their dull brains made them even more intoxicated by the psychedelic dream bestowed by the other party.
The quilt is tightly covered, but the outlines of the two bodies protruding under it are enough to make people imagine.
In the end, they were released in each other's hands.
Xie Bian's whole body softened, and he rubbed against Fan Wuxi's slightly sweaty face, like a well-fed cat.
Fan Wuxi whispered in his ear: "Whose eyes are you trying to cover with this quilt?"
"There are gods when you raise your head three feet." Xie Bian snorted softly, "Don't stain the eyes of the gods."
"But I'm going to suffocate."
"Then it's fine if you open it."
"Even the gods can't see what you look like now."
Xie Bi'an's heart beat fast, and it seemed that it was more difficult to breathe. He quickly lifted the quilt, and this hasty move brought Fan Wuxi a burst of laughter.
Introducing the clear air into his lungs and taking a few breaths, Jie Bian's brain finally became a little clearer. He looked at Fan Wuxi with his dark pupils, and scolded with a smile, "Slick tongue, who did you learn from?"
Fan Wuxi untied the broken hair on Bian's forehead, gently put it behind his ears, and looked at his white jade face with a thin layer of red and a few spots of sweat, like a hibiscus stained by the morning dew in early spring , making people feel pity, reward and want to pick. The appearance of this person cannot be seen by gods or anyone else, it only belongs to oneself.
Jie Bian was made even more ashamed by that focused gaze.
Suddenly, they felt two intentionally released spirit pressure around them at the same time.
Is it Lan Chuanhan
Xie Bian got up, frantically arranging the scattered clothes.
The door opened and closed with a creak, and Jie Bian panicked even more, but the more he got nervous, the more mistakes he made, he couldn't even button the button tremblingly.
"Don't move, I'll do it." Fan Wuxi took his hand firmly, helped him dress and tie, and gave Bian a friendly glance, "If he sees it, you might as well admit that I don't care." Not even wishing.
"Don't talk nonsense." Xie Bian patted his face vigorously, wanting to get rid of the flush, and thought that the candles in the room were dimly lit, and he couldn't see clearly at all, so he relaxed a little.
Fan Wuxi put on his clothes slowly, as if deliberately delaying time, and finished dressing only after Xie Bian urged him twice.
The two pushed the door open, and saw two figures, one tall and one short, standing in front of the window. The man with a medium build and a goatee must be Huang Daozi's apprentice—Qingwuzi.
Lan Chuihan looked at the two suspiciously, hesitant to speak. He felt that there was something wrong with the expressions on their faces.
"Brother Lan, you are finally here." Xie Bian said before he could speak.
Before Lan Chuihan could open his mouth, Qingwuzi cupped his hands first and said, "I have long admired you, the Immortal Immortals."