I am Feng Jun

Chapter 1024 1021. He knew he was the same kind!
On the top of the mountain, the bright moon shines brightly, and the wind blows the sweet-scented osmanthus, scattered scattered petals all over the ground.

Amidst the fragrance of flowers, there were sporadic scolding sounds passing through the forest and leaves, and the rustling of footsteps stopped abruptly when they reached the gate of Gaoge.

"Senior Sister, don't you think this is the end, don't scold me, don't scold me, I really didn't expose that path on purpose."

Yansi wrapped Fang Xian's sleeves, sincerely admitting her mistake, Fang Xian poked her on the head.

She inadvertently left the two people in front of her to the right, and when she lowered her eyes to look back at Yansi, she stared deliberately intimidatingly.

If she hadn't come up and scolded all the way, she wouldn't know how closed the little junior sister would be in the hands of those two.

"Zunyue Tower, I have heard many people mention the Moon God along the way, is it the real Moon God?"

Shen Ci looked at the plaque hanging high in front of the door, turned his head and asked, Shuli raised her eyebrows slightly, and Mu Yuanxi followed his movements to look at Fang Xian.

Even though they walked through the road full of thorns and lingered in the mud, their clothes were a little messy and messy, but from the clear and handsome figures, they could still see the outstanding appearance of the two.

"Of course it is the true moon god, my goddess!"

Fang Xian stepped forward, intending to push the door open, but as soon as the door was pushed open, Fang Xian stepped in with his right foot, and there was a thin silver needle under his foot, which was inserted obliquely, Fang Xian retreated abruptly next step.

There was a slightly oppressive aura coming from the door, thick and rich, Mu Yuanxi instinctively raised his hand to cover Shen Ci's body, and narrowed his eyes.

"Master--"

Fang Xian called out weakly, and Yan Si hid behind Fang Xian, muttering softly.

"Master shouldn't be angry, he told me that you are back and asked me to pick you up!"

Fang Xian gave a wry smile, and pointed to the little silver needle at her foot. If she wasn't angry, it wouldn't be like this as soon as she entered the door!
And that letter, the content in it made her want to cry without tears!
"You still know how to come back!"

A clear and lazy male voice came from inside the door, and it was hard to tell where it was. It was ethereal and ethereal, showing its strength.

Fang Xian sincerely admitted his mistake, saying that he shouldn't have sneaked out and made the master worry, but Shen Ci and Mu Yuanxi looked at each other and deeply sensed something was wrong.

At night, if you really want to teach your apprentice a lesson, you don't have to send Yansi to pick him up. What do you want to do when you pick him up and do this in front of the two of them?

Discontinued?
"Master, can I go in? I miss you so much. It's getting dark, so you can't let me stay outside all the time. Besides, there are still guests here!"

"With friends coming from afar, it's not unreasonable to be a teacher. Yan Si, please come in, both of you."

Yan Si quickly responded and did as she was told. Seeing this, Fang Xian also wanted to go in, but another silver needle flew over, accompanied by a lazy question.

"As for you, how long have you been out, eh?"

Fang Xian: "Well, 13 years."

"In 13 years, then go to the Valley of Medicine and pick thirteen herbs that can satisfy the teacher. Remember, you can only pick thirteen plants, but you must satisfy the teacher. When is it finished? When will you come in again? ,Understood?"

Fang Xian pulled on the door frame, couldn't help clasping the fine rosewood with his hands, and howled.

"Master, please give me a list, otherwise there are thousands of medicinal materials in the medicine valley, how can I know which ones you are satisfied with!"

Gathering herbs in the Medicine Valley is already difficult enough, but letting her do it blindly is too difficult!
"You might as well guess for yourself."

Although the tone was lazy, it was unquestionable. After Fang Xian heard it, the painful mask came out.

Yan Si gave her a very sympathetic look, and when Mu Yuanxi and Shen Ci passed by her, they even patted her on the shoulder.

No matter what Yan Wuyou meant, after all, it was his own sect's business, neither of them intended to interfere.

As for trying to use this to deter them?

That's embarrassing, it's bound to be a waste of time.

It was dark at night, and there was not a single candle in the courtyard, but this place was at the top of the mountain, very close to the sky, and the high hanging moon reflected here, as if it were daytime.

A long shadow dragged by the moonlight fell behind them, and the two stood side by side, with Yan Si leading the way into the attic.

The walls inside the house blocked the moonlight, but there were quite a few night pearls emitting a faint blue light.

It was only a few dozen meters along the way, but what Shen Ci saw on the way, in the eyes of Shen Ci, there were large paragraphs of text popping up on the analysis panel.

What are the bluestone and jade floor tiles full of fairy spirit, the thousand-year-old black bamboo in the courtyard, the incense burner in the room carved with small magic formations, the carved lacquer phoenix chair, the white jade table, and the radiant deep sea night pearl.
In short, the amount of information is not small, and it is all stuff that Shen Ci has never seen or heard.

Shen Ci secretly sighed in his heart, as expected of Banlu Island isolated from the world.

Even the patterns engraved on the handrails on the stairs are said to be some high-level formations, and they will bounce back when attacked, and the strength is not small.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Shen Ci, who was looking at the furnishings in the room, frowned slightly, Mu Yuanxi thought that something was wrong, so he asked a question.

"It's nothing, but this house is exquisite, and the details are real. I haven't seen it before. It's strange."

Shen Ci has only heard the voice of Yan Wuyou up to now, but he has not seen him, and his voice is not low. Yan Wuyou at the top of the attic was a little surprised when he heard it.

It can be seen that there are quite a few Yunhuan people in the layout of his room, but Yunling's place is still outsiders, which is quite strange to him.

One look. No, one listen is not a good fool!
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Yansi took her to the attic, and there was finally a light here.

Under the glazed lamp, Yan Wuyou was sitting behind the desk, wearing a purple shirt with wide sleeves, her long hair partly scattered, holding a book in her hand, and in Shen Ci's eyes, the first word was just pretending.

Because Shen Ci instinctively detected a kind of similar temperament from him, some of them did not belong to the world of this empress, but Shen Ci had always been too lazy to pretend to be sitting so upright.

"Young Master Yan, I've looked up to you for a long time, it's hard to see you."

Yan Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly, even though he was well-informed and read countless people, he was amazed for a moment when he saw these two for the first time.

"Jiu Yang, how long has it been?"

Shen Ci: "."

he!At once!Know!road!yes!same!kind!
However, is he so easily choked back?

"It's been a long time, thirty-seven thousand and eighty-three years. Be sincere."

Sitting down with Mu Yuanxi, the corners of Shen Ci's lips curled slightly, and his voice was full of smiles. Mu Yuanxi was worried that he would suffer a disadvantage, but looking at it now, it was unnecessary.

Yansi who was pouring tea at the side couldn't help shaking the hand holding the handle of the pot when she heard the number, feeling that it was absurd.

After Yan Wuyou heard this, her heart was filled with shock.

Thirty-seven thousand and eighty-three years
It seems that so many years have passed since his birth to now!

How does this man know his age!

The surprise in Shen Ci's heart was not less than that of Yan Wuyou. What kind of thing is this person? He can live for so long. Is there something wrong with the analyzed data?

But looking at Yan Wuyou's slightly changed expression, Shen Ci felt that there was not a problem with the analysis, but a problem with the world.

(End of this chapter)