Journey to the head

Chapter 423 Night Talk and Diagnosis

Suddenly, Lu Qian burst into laughter: "Fellow Daoist Fang, I am joking! You don't need to be nervous. As you said, I, Yunshan, am a well-known and decent sect, so how could I do such a thing?"

Fang Hui breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face became rosy again, and complained: "Master Lu, you really shocked me, how could you make such a joke?"

Lu Qian just smiled. Fang Hui's temperament and character were almost figured out. He was indeed a quite simple research talent.

"I already know the situation of Fellow Daoist Fang, and our sect is willing to help. It's just a close brother who wants to settle accounts. My faction will vouch for Fellow Daoist Fang and contact the Danxia sect. I can also personally cooperate with Fellow Daoist Fang in research. How will Fellow Daoist Fang plan to reward me?" Where’s Pie?”

"Let me explain in advance that our sect will definitely have no shortage of these spiritual stones, spiritual weapons, various materials, and all kinds of property."

This time, Fang Hui was dumbfounded again.

It was late at night, but there was still a warm lamp on in Jiang Qingfeng's three-story pavilion.

In the corner of the incense boudoir, a furnace of fragrant incense was lit, a soft brocade was laid on it, and two sisters, one big and one small, were cuddling together and talking quietly.

Jiang Baitao squeezed into Qing Feng's arms and angrily defended her sister: "Sister, the head brother is such a heartless person. He just came out of seclusion, and I don't know where he went. Look, you are looking forward to him every day. You came out of seclusion, but he didn't even look at you. You've really wasted your light on him."

Baitao pouted: "No, my uncle Jiang has stopped causing trouble a long time ago. It's just that the head brother doesn't understand how hard you are working so hard and feels sorry for you. There are also some new disciples who are even more assholes. Legend has it that because you are the Taoist monk in charge, you became the house elder and gave me a severe lesson."

Jiang Qingfeng smiled and hugged her tighter, secretly sighing that the little girl had grown up again, and was slowly becoming as tall as herself: "Okay, okay, why is your little mouth so sweet today? Did you break in somewhere again?" Are you in trouble and are you here to beg for mercy?"

Jiang Baitao said angrily: "Sister, you are so good to the head brother that he takes everything for granted and takes it for granted. If you are gone one day, see how he will cry."

Jiang Qingfeng patted her on the head and felt a little empty in her heart, but she still said: "Of course he has a lot of big things to do. How can I drag him down by neglecting public affairs for personal reasons?"

"Oh, my good sister." White Peach Monster shouted, "You are holding back. I think everyone in the Yunshan Sect can do without you, but I can't do without you. The leader, especially, is missing. If you don’t, he won’t even know what clothes to wear tomorrow.”

"I'll be satisfied if I can help him a little bit."

Baitao said more and more enthusiastically: "You are the general manager of our sect. The food, clothing, housing, transportation, material dispatch, task release, and general affairs arrangements of this sect are all in order by your hands. The Yunshan sect left you and has been transferred continuously. They can’t even turn. You are the person with the highest merit in the sect. This means that a person who is good at fighting has no outstanding achievements."

What she said was interesting, making Jiang Qingfeng burst into laughter, as if the pink lotus was in full bloom, extremely beautiful.

Jiang Qingfeng smiled and pinched her ears: "Oh, this is all adults' business, you understand it so well? Well, you are fifteen years old. If you are a mortal woman, it is time to get married."

Jiang Qingfeng sighed softly and gently stroked Baitao's black hair that was spread out and as smooth as satin: "Why bother with them. Now that there are more and more disciples in the sect, the overall strength will become stronger and stronger in the future. I My cultivation level is not high, so it is inevitable that everyone will talk about it. Since I can't help much on the battlefield, I should take care of this family well for my junior brother."

"It's all said in the script, women can't be so nice to men, otherwise he won't cherish you."

"Bah, bah, bah, I don't want to get married." Jiang Baitao made a face, stretched out his hand and hugged his sister tightly, "I want to be with my sister forever."

Qing Feng became playful and stretched out his hand to tickle her, and the two of them laughed and made a fuss. After a long while, Qing Feng smiled and said: "Then what I said doesn't count. What if some boy falls in love with you and proposes marriage to me, do you think I will agree or not?"

Baitao put her hands on her hips: "Humph, let's see who dares." Qing Feng teased: "You hang out with Li Da and Ruoyu all day long, don't you like them?"

Jiang Baitao snorted again and said nonchalantly: "Li Zi is so arrogant all day long, just thinking about showing off himself, just like a big rooster. He's a stone, he's so stupid, he might be sold to someone someday. No. I have no interest in them."

"You are not interested in them, they may not necessarily think so. Young Mu Ai, they are already sixteen."

Jiang Qingfeng's eyes were so bright that Baitao became upset.

"Humph, silly sister, I'm not like you, and I don't want to worry about others' gains and losses. Just wait for the head brother, I won't accompany you." She made a slight grimace and ran away.

Jiang Qingfeng smiled slightly, looked at the rootless fire on the table that was gradually weakening, and quickly added a spiritual stone.

She stared at the light for a long time and sighed softly.

The next day, a new news spread throughout the Yunshan Sect, and also spread within the Frost Leaf Alliance.

Fang Hui, a casual cultivator, joined the Yunshan Sect and became the Keqing Elder. He was mainly responsible for guiding alchemy techniques and teaching medical skills.

At this point, except for Gu Nichang who has left, Yunshan Sect has seven foundation members, including four from his own family and three from guest officials.

Only a few elders of the Yunshan Sect were informed by Lu Gan of Fang Hui’s true identity and the specific agreement between the two.

Fang Hui will temporarily join the Yunshan Sect as a guest minister, trying his best to help Lu Gan solve the abnormal state of consciousness, and at the same time guide Yunshan disciples in the way of alchemy and medicine.

Lu Gan will cooperate with his research and provide sufficient funds to help him obtain new results. When Fang Hui feels ready, he will act as an intermediary and try his best to help him return to the Danxia Sect.

Fang Hui is indeed a fanatical researcher, so he would make such an agreement. After all, whether Lu Qian's promise can be fulfilled depends entirely on his own consciousness, and there is no good means of restraint.

After hastily setting up some framework for the Frost Leaf Alliance's martial arts competition with the elders and senior officials of the Frost Leaf Alliance, Lu Qian and Fang Hui, who looked excited, came to the quiet room and began the first round of diagnosis.

"Fang Keqing, we must proceed step by step. You must discuss any actions with me and don't rush into anything." Lu Gan could not forget the last time he was experimented into a vegetative state. He looked serious and kept reminding him.

Fang Hui nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Master Lu, there is no way I can make fun of my future and dreams."

Even so, Lu Qian was still cautious and prepared to terminate the diagnosis if something went wrong.

"Okay, let's get started."

Fang Hui took a deep breath, and as he pointed out, his naturally sensitive and lively consciousness slowly penetrated into Lu Qianniwan Palace.

Lu Qian resisted the urge to fight back, only to feel that the consciousness that Fang Hui had penetrated suddenly turned into thousands of threads, dancing with incomparable flexibility.

(End of this chapter)