Qiuye lives in a quiet house. Ou Yezi sat speechlessly in the courtyard, looking up at the sky speechlessly.

Ou Yezi has lived for so many years and has seen many ups and downs, but this is the first time I have encountered such a thing.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, feudal etiquette was heavy, especially for women. Not to mention showing up in public, it was unheard of forcing her husband to go home.

"Why......"

What made Ou Yezi even speechless was that His Majesty secretly told him not to resist?

This is the seventh day after Ou Yezi came to this small courtyard.

During these seven days, Ou Yezi has seen many people living in Qiuye Curie. Most of them are descendants of the Xiahou family, most of whom are women, and the majority of them are women in the Xiahou family's bloodline.

Ou Yezi also knew Xiahou Ying's identity, and Xiahou Qiuye's granddaughter was no wonder so unscrupulous, because an immortal king stood behind her.

But after living here for a few days, Ou Yezi still felt a little unacceptable. The most important thing is that Xiahou Ying's appearance looks like a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, which makes Ou Yezi unable to do anything at all. At least in Ou Yezi's eyes, Xiahou Ying is like his granddaughter.

"Crack."

A crisp sound was made by the wooden courtyard gate, and Xiahou Ying, wearing a black and red dress, stepped in, looked at Ou Yezi with a burning gaze, with a smile on his lips, "I have decided that the fifth day of next month will be our good day." He decisively refused to give Ou Yezi a chance to refute at all.

Ou Yezi sighed in his heart and finally stood up. His burly body blocked most of the light, and Xia Houying's entire body was almost submerged in the shadow.

"Fellow Daoist Xiahouying, we are not suitable. As a fellow Taoist, we are good matches with the elegant young men of the major sects. I, Ou Yezi, are just a village man who can only make irons and swords. What kind of virtue can you do?" Ou Yezi said sincerely.

Xiahouying stood on tiptoe and walked around Ou Yezi, nodding with satisfaction.

When talking about the sons of those sects, Xiahou Ying spoke a little disdainful, "I don't like those little faces. I think Master Ouye is the most charming."

Ou Yezi was stunned. This little girl didn't like those handsome young men who were handsome, but instead loved her like a big boss with a lot of muscles. What is this fallacy?

After patting his head, Ou Yezi smiled bitterly and felt a headache.

No, I can't call a little girl. Xiahou Ying may be older than me, but in the cultivation world, the emphasis on age is not that high. After all, it is not difficult for cultivators to pay attention to maintenance and keep youthful. Ou Yezi thought honestly.

"Ou Yezi, your dragon fall is your token of love." Xiahou Ying walked forward with anger and stood on tiptoe and patted Ou Yezi's shoulder hard, then turned around and left.

Ou Yezi looked at Xiahou Ying's departure back speechlessly, and then thought that today seemed to be the end of the month, and it was only less than a week before Xiahou Ying said the fifth day of next month.

At first, Ou Yezi was also preparing to break out by force, but soon he found that this was almost impossible. Qiuyeju was the ancestral home built by Xiahou Qiuye for his Xiahou family, so the garrison power could not be just this little.

As the ancestral home of the Xiahou family, Qiuyeju only showed at least five people the aura of the powerful celestial immortals on the surface, and I don’t know how many hidden powers there are.

Turning a corner, looking at the woman playing the piano sitting in the garden ahead, an inexplicable aura lingered in the courtyard. Ou Yezi nodded as usual and said to him: "I've been staying for a long time, I'm a little bored. I didn't expect that your Xiahou family is quite big." Then he pretended to be nothing, turned back. "The scenery is good, it's very beautiful, and it's beautiful."

......

The top of the Tiannan Volcano, Nanli Yantian Pavilion.

A monk wearing a white robe and a lifelike flame pattern with a vest was flying from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. "Master, someone at the foot of the mountain asked for a visit."

The monk guarding the hall frowned and stepped forward and scolded, "How could anyone see the Lord of the Pavilion? What is the identity of the visitor?"

"I don't know, the person who came to call himself Su Qin, the disciple of Guiguzi, came to visit the Pavilion Master." After saying that, the monk said with a slight silence: "Master Su Qin seems to be a powerful immortal..."

The monks guarding the hall opened their eyes wide. Tianxian? The ones who can enter Tianxian are powerful people. All of them are powerful figures who dominate the side. It is indeed not rude to only meet such figures in person. Then the monk was about to go in and report, but found that the door behind him had been opened at some point.

A monk wearing a white robe and fair face was about thirty years old, opened the hall door and said gently: "No need, I will go to meet this fellow Taoist Su Qin in person."

At the foot of the mountain, Su Qin, who was standing in place, saw a white figure floating down the top of the mountain. "I have seen fellow Taoist Su Qin. It is my fault to let fellow Taoist Su Qin wait at the foot of the mountain for so long. I hope that fellow Taoist will forgive me."

Su Qin smiled and said, "I dare not, a family has not reported it in advance, and I suddenly visited him and I still forgot to forgive me."

"Please." After a tentative test, the fellow Taoist Su Qin responded without any leakage, and the senses were not like a person in the devil's way, so he invited Su Qin to go up the mountain to be a guest.

It is not that Cation is bold and uncautious, but that the mountaintop is where the sect of Nanli Yantian Pavilion is located, and a large number of sect formations are arranged. If this person in front of him has any bad intentions, he will have to peel off even if he doesn't die, so Cation is not afraid of anything else.

And if you can have the ability to ignore the formation, it will be useless even if you are worried. That kind of strong man can directly flatten his Nanli Yantian Pavilion by himself, and it will be the same ending whether he or not he or she can go up the mountain.

After going up to the top of the mountain, Cyano calls the boy to burn incense and cook tea. Cyano smiles faintly, "I wonder who fellow Taoist Su Qin is from? I am familiar with this sect of all sizes in Taiqing Realm, but I have never heard of fellow Taoist Su Qin."

Su Qin was not panicked, sitting on the cushion, with a gentle and elegant temperament. "I have been following Guiguzi, and have been following the master's master to retreat. I am laughing at you. I am not a person in this world, but I just followed the master's orders to go out to wander around and come to Taiqingjie."

Cationic nodded, and it was undeniable. At this time, the boy beside him had already cooked the tea and served the spiritual tea. Cationic poured two cups of spiritual tea for the two of them. The bright red tea leaves rolled on the bottom of the water, reflecting the tea water as bright as blood.

"This is flame tea, a specialty of my Nanli Yantian Pavilion. It tastes spicy and has a strong tea flavor. Please give me some advice."

Su Qin took a sip of tea and felt a strong and spicy smell choking deep in his throat, but in just a moment the spicy smell became lighter, settled downwards, becoming more mellow. The heavy fragrance lingers deep in his mouth and tongue, with endless aftertaste.

"Good tea!" Su Qin exclaimed, raised his head and looked at the yoko, and said straight to the point: "I am following my master to practice the erotic technique. Since I have learned a lot of skills, I can't bear to abandon it. I am lucky enough to reach Taiqingjie. I look at the Nanli Yantian Pavilion, and the disaster is coming!"
Chapter completed!