I thought the two of them would have a tense battle of words, but as a result, Mo Chuankan just stared at Fu Chen's eyes for a while, then changed the subject and placed the bowls and chopsticks in front of Zhao Yue, and said lightly: "It's true that the disciple is spoiled, but it's not appropriate to drown."

Zhaoyue laughed dryly in grievance, turned her head and looked at Fu Chen, who didn't know how to describe his expression.

After setting up the dishes and eating, Mo Chuan bowed and said nothing, he said goodbye to Zhaoyue: "There are some things to be dealt with in the Elders' Courtyard. Today, I can't chat with Yue Zun, Mo Chuan said goodbye first."

Then, seeing him turning into a wisp of smoke and dust disappeared, Zhao Yue's heart was relieved and said with a tilted mouth: "Although this Mo Chuan God cannot tell whether it is an enemy or a friend, you have basically confronted him in the past two days, why bother?"

"Why?" Fu Chen was already unhappy, and when he heard Zhao Yue's so-called words, he became even more upset. "There is no need to show his kindness, either a traitor or a thief. Don't you understand this principle?"

Zhaoyue held her chin with one hand and waved her hand: "You are thinking too much, too."

Fu Chen looked at her disapprovingly and snorted coldly: "I ask you, if he wants to marry you, how will you respond?"

"There are not even a single sign of these horoscopes..." Zhao Yue glanced at him disdainfully, "What's more, I have already thrown a shield for having an ancient engagement with the ancient emperor. If he responded to his love, wouldn't he shoot himself in the foot? Just put your heart in the stomach honestly!"

Fu Chen said nothing, looking at the woman who didn't think there was anything wrong with her, she was so angry that she snorted coldly, turned around and sat in front of the desk, and held the book "Daughter's Love", which was hard to be elegant, in her hand again.

As for Mo Chuan, after coming out of Zhaoyue’s living room, his face was not so good-looking.

It was not because of Fu Chen's tone of showing off like being doting, but because he asked about the Sword Immortals intentionally or unintentionally.

Nowadays, no history book in all the worlds and desolations has ever written about the Qinglongmen. Because it is too tragic and involves the prince's engagement, it has been downplayed and only said that it has fallen into a natural disaster.

And the little fox actually clearly stated that it was the demon clan who destroyed the Qinglong Sect overnight, which was not a matter of inappropriateness.

When I asked Yun Xiaoxian before, Mo Chuan repeatedly confirmed it many times. Yun Xiaoxian was crying and stating the words to prove that every sentence he said was true, including that this child had never left the Medicine King Valley, and that the ancient Yuezun really only revealed his identity for the first time two months ago.

Looking further, it was only more than a hundred years ago that he took a young Ganoderma lucidum in Medicine King Valley as a little thief.

Now it seems that the snatch of Ganoderma lucidum is considered to be used as a medicinal product for the fox emperor, and it has nothing to do with the little fox.

Although his sword skills and aura in the arena were different, his expression and habits were similar to the prince Fuchen back then.

The resolute and indifferent soul that was above all sentient beings and looked at everyone, and the sonorous soul that was not indifferent to anyone, made Mo Chuan still not have the idea of ​​dispelling doubts.

In addition to the words he said about Qinglongmen that he had not thought about just now, this suspicion became even deeper.

When they stepped over the threshold and stepped into the Tai Chi Hall, everyone was already sitting there waiting for his arrival. Because they wanted to deliver food to the Gu Yuezun, Mo Chuan was the last person to come to the hall in these two places.

The ancestor Hongjun sat there, silent in the hall.

Mo Chuan walked to his position and stood still, glanced at everyone in front of him, and said lightly: "Will Wurifeng go to fight tomorrow, are you ready?"

The low voice, with magnetic properties, echoed above the Tai Chi Hall.

Kunlun Palace, the prosperity and memorial service for hundreds of thousands of years, will not be distracted by the appearance of the ancient Yuezun. Even if you are beaten so hard that you can't raise your head, you will still have to continue this qualifying match.

Only in this way can we let the current group of pampered people see the reality clearly and let them understand that entering the Kunlun Palace does not mean that you are excellent. Stop moving forward will only lead to a bruised and swollen face.

The person who knows the most about this principle should be Fusang.

Since he ascended the throne a hundred years ago, he has been facing the world of the world where the strong prey on the weak. When his great ambition witnessed the strength of the ancient Yuezun, he had to swallow it and tolerate all his great ambitions.

If you cannot find a way to restrain the ancient Yuezun, or make her a public enemy in the world and desolates, then your desire to unify the world will not be realized.

He sat in Yuqing Hall, looked at the pharmacist of the Divine Doctor Pavilion kneeling below, and snorted coldly: "You have been in the Divine Doctor Pavilion for so many years, and you can't even save your qi and blood. After so many days, the Fox Emperor is still hanging a thread. You are such a bunch of waste!"

The three people below the stage were buried very low, standing side by side, hunched over and no one dared to speak.

Fusang waved his hand and looked up at the other people in the hall: "Does Cangyuan Jun respond?"

"Return to the words of the Heavenly Lord." The messenger stood up from the other side and bowed respectfully, "Kun Cangyuan replied this morning that he had set off for the Medicine King Valley."

Fusang was slightly stunned: "He went to the Medicine King Valley?"

"That's right." The messenger pondered for a moment, "Thought to say, the ancient Yuezun did not return to the Moonhai Huanhua Pavilion, and it was difficult to find where she was for a while, so Cangyuan Jun went there in person."

The entire Yuqing Hall is so quiet and terrible.

Fusang's eyes swept through everyone, and saw the expressions of surprise, surprise, praise, etc. He himself did not expect that the secret report a few days ago clearly stated that Gu Yuezun and Fu Chen Lingmei returned to the Yuhai Huanhua Pavilion together, but today he heard that they were not here.

In theory, it shouldn't be Cangyuanjun going there in person.

He thought for a moment and said lightly: "I understand."

He had already done it and Ruo Zhaoyue refused to respond, so he turned this upside down and turned it into the way that the ancient Yuezun intended to frame the Heavenly Clan, and made a statement.

But now it seems that my plan is about to fail. Even the head of the Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion, Cangyuan Jun Yeming, went in person, and he was still sitting in the Yuqing Hall of the Nine Heavens and lost his temper at the three pharmacists in front of him. Just from outsiders, the pattern is smaller than a little.

Very troublesome.

It was obviously a good move that took the initiative, but someone turned it back in an unconscious way, which was unexpectedly unexpected by Fusang.

Ye Ming, who was already standing at the gate of Medicine King Valley and waiting for Yun Xiaoxian to welcome him, was also more careful and traveled lightly. He even held documents when he stood at the door and kept correcting them for a while.

The disciples from the Medicine King Valley in front of them looked at each other for a long time and praised Cangyuan, the monarch of the Moon Clan, who was dressed in Xuantian Star Coat and was so arrogant.

It is truly a model of a king who cares about the people!

Ye Ming knew in his heart that shaping the Moon Sea Huanhua Pavilion into an impeccable fortress can make Zhaoyue travel much easier among the world and the eight wildernesses.
Chapter completed!