Late at night, on the cliff, Yun Xiaoxian drank wine alone and looked at the stars in the sky.

"There are some things in the world, and good and evil are all right and wrong. " He drank on his own, nagging while drinking, "Even though right and wrong are clear, he can make it impossible to distinguish right and wrong."

After drinking one cup, he poured another cup.

"Is this ghost woman's injury a disease or a curse? Can it be saved or not? Doctors in the world know it. Although the fields of Medicine King Valley and the Huanhua Pavilion in Yuehai are different, the diagnosis must be the same."

As he spoke, a long sword of gloomy light slowly poked out a foot-long sword blade from his neck.

But he seemed to have not seen it, and smiled and filled with another glass of wine.

"The scars of the ghost woman cannot be cured by medicine, but are curses. In the world, there is only one of the Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion, right, Your Highness?"

Behind him, the Yunyu sword in Fu Chen's hand was light and dark, and the expressionless face was particularly terrifying under the starlight.

Seeing that his murderous intention was not diminished, Yun Xiaoxian returned to his usual flattery and slapped, poured an extra glass of wine and placed it on the other side of himself: "Oh, young people, don't be so angry, come on, sit down and chat."

Fu Chen glanced at the wine glass on his table, and the Yun Yu sword thrust into the scabbard.

In the late autumn of Medicine King Valley, the coldness is so cold that it is bone-like. Above this cliff is an endless stream of galaxies. There is no moon, but it also makes the wide round platform look particularly bright.

In the small stove where Yunxiaoxian was warm wine, the flames were pounding, intertwined with the autumn cold everywhere, and sparkling with the stars of fire.

He happily watched the person in front of him walk aside and sit down, then spread his hands and made a call.

"Take a pulse?"

Fu Chen didn't seem surprised by his invitation, so he rolled up his sleeves and stretched over.

Yun Xiaoxian's cold fingers touched his pulse, pressed back and forth a little on the slender and fair skin, and after a while, he nodded in a clear understanding.

"Well, it seems that the medicine is not for you, so I'm relieved."

Fu Chen didn't say anything, his eyes drooped, and he picked up the wine glass in front of him. The wine was extremely clear and warm.

"Since the Ghost of Your Highness recovered from his injuries, I have received letters of help from various immortal sects every day, all hoping that Medicine King Valley will come forward to save the immortal friends who are injured by the demon clan and cannot be cured. I will not reply to those letters, nor will I not return them."

He chuckled softly: "At that time, I had doubts about Your Highness's injury, but after that, Your Highness brought back the woman from heaven and a few pills healed many soldiers. I swallowed my stomach with this suspicion. I really thought it was because I was not good at medical skills and my Taoism was too poor."

Fu Chen didn't say anything, and raised his hand to fill him with another glass of wine. He looked back at the things that had happened in the past like a person who listened to the story.

"It was not until the soldiers of the feather clan were injured by the demon clan and wanted to ask for a prescription from the Nine Heavens to do it ourselves. The messengers sent out were all gone halfway and there was no news. I lingered that question in my mind again."

"Why don't you go directly to the Ninth Heaven, the identity of the Medicine God, no one dares to do it easily." Fu Chen's words were plain and he drank the wine in the glass in one go.

"Identity of the Medicine God? Wow! Even General Yun Yu couldn't escape. What can my Medicine God do in one session?"

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the Master of Medicine King Valley in front of him in blue clothes, without saying a word.

"It was not until later, before the Battle of the Wasteland, Ye Ming, the leader of the Huanhua Pavilion in Yuehai, and Huang Quan, the ghost tribe of Santuchuan, visited all over the world and gathered a real coalition force. I realized that what Your Highness encountered that day was unusual, and even the world fell into a big conspiracy because of this.

Your Highness can come back this time, but don’t repeat the same mistakes. Since ancient times, beauty has been in trouble.

As for the feather clan, it is no longer under the control of the heavenly clan. What it will look like in the future depends on how His Highness finally chooses."

Fu Chen put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up to salute.

I saw Yun Xiaoxian raising his glass to the boy who saluted respectfully as if he was singing a song.

"Tonight! No one has come, no one has spoken, no one has! I responded to my voice."

In his eyes, it seemed that through his small body, he saw the familiar figure holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, who was heroic and heroic, and commanding the world of all worlds. The prince of the Heavenly Clan who was tall and above ten thousand people, and the number one war god in all worlds.

Fu Chen didn't say anything, the Yun Yu sword on his waist flashed again and again, and faint lights burst into waves.

"If Yun Yu is still here, he will definitely be proud of you."

Yun Xiaoxian laughed and raised his head. Under the stars in the sky, on the cliff, each person, a table and a wine glass. With his sigh, the whole world returned to loneliness.

At the entrance of the living yard, Fu Chen looked at the two bottles of warm wine that Yun Xiaoxian stuffed into his hand and felt worried.

Whether these two bottles of wine are taken in or not is a question worth discussing.

What if I drink too much and take off people's clothes?

After standing for a long time, Zhaoyue couldn't help but walk over and open the wooden door, and complained: "What's wrong with you? You stood at the door of the yard at night and didn't move. I thought you were talking to someone."

After saying that, he saw two bottles of warm wine in his arms.

When Fu Chen saw that it was not good, he hurriedly hid behind him.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her mouth slowly raised, and she leaned against Fu Chen's face, laughed twice, and her arm turned around and touched behind him.

"Moon Lord?"

A sudden call came from the night. Zhao Yue was stunned, put away the smile on her face, and looked up at the tree on the other side.

The man held the lamp in one hand and held the book in the other hand, looking at the two people in front of him with a look of surprise.

Shan Yulin, this middle-level disciple of the Medicine King Valley, was the real murderer who killed Shangli, and at this moment, he actually walked towards them in such a posture.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fu Chen put the two bottles of warm wine in the Qiankun bag with Zhao Yue's eyes on his back and took a small step back.

"At the lower part, I am a middle-level disciple of the Medicine King Valley, Shan Yulin, and I have met Yue Zun."

Zhao Yue looked at his well-educated, well-behaved and gentle appearance, and looked up and down, looking at the book in his hand, and was quite puzzled: "Can you see this big night reading under the tree?"

He smiled shyly: "With the moonlight, there are words in his heart."

The two people in front of them frowned in unison and cast incredible gazes.

What kind of magic method is this? Why have you never heard of it?

Seeing the two people "disbelief" on their faces, he smiled awkwardly and hurriedly rescued the scene: "In fact, it is mainly because of the injustice of Junior Brother Shangli's death. I feel unfair for him and it is difficult to fall asleep."

Zhao Yue glanced at the book in his hand: "That's why I read the "Sutra of Life and Death"?"

"This..." Shan Yulin's face turned red, and his eyes deliberately dodged, "Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion is one of my dreams, but I have no way to study, so I can only treat it as an interest..."

"Well, too. After reading the "Birth and Death Sutra", you will know that there is reincarnation in the world. What you do is not retribution, but the time has not come, right?"

Zhao Yue said the last two words very strongly and spoke very long.

I had originally expected these two sentences to warn him, but who knew that the person in front of me seemed to be extremely thick-skinned and did not respond at all.

He actually smiled and claimed that he was.

She looked at Shan Yulin's obvious dead pig, which was not afraid of boiling water, and her brows frowned even tighter: "It's late at night, go back to sleep. It's midnight, and those who died unjustly will easily come back to find creditors."

Shan Yulin was obviously thicker than the city wall. He had already been so expelled from the guests, and he could even give him a tribute easily, looking very happy.

Even if he left this matter, he could turn back three times in one step.

Zhao Yue's brows frowned and looked at him slowly with inexplicable expression. No, it was his back that he didn't want to leave at all.

What does this mean?

Seeing him turning back three times and smiling again and again, Zhaoyue was so angry that he was staring at her that she had goosebumps.

Fu Chen's face turned darker and darker in his repeated glances.

It turns out that only men know men the best. The little thoughts hidden behind the smile made Fu Chen unable to help but feel angry.

How dare this stinky monkey attack me woman?

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Rongluo: Lingmei, come on, the noodle soup in this noodle shop is very good, I'll invite you.

Noodle restaurant owner: Oh, this girl has a pretty face, is it your sister?

Rongluo: My sister is not that ugly. This is my girlfriend.

Noodle restaurant owner:...
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