Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty Seven Dongfang Xuande
"The south wind suddenly blows, things are about to change!" On the attic of Julong City City Lord's Mansion, two people stood side by side. On the left was Nangong City Lord Nangong Wuji, who was dressed in purple robes, and on the right was an old man in white robes.
He is straight, but his hair is gray, and he looks old, but he does look a bit fairy-like.
"Old Hall Master Dongfang is here to visit, doesn't he just want to talk to me about the weather?" Nangong Wuji laughed, Dongfang Xuande suddenly came to visit, obviously there was something going on!
Otherwise, this old Taoist gave the huge Baicao Hall to his daughter Dongfang Yao'er and went into seclusion to practice. How could he suddenly come here?
"Hey, my little girl was unfilial and caused a big disaster. Dongfang Xuande came here specially to apologize to Nangong City Lord!" Dongfang Xuande said and bowed deeply to Nangong Wuji.
"Old Master Dongfang, where did you start talking about this?" Nangong Wuji returned the courtesy, and then asked with great interest.
"The Lord of Nangong City must have heard that Shi Taihan has moved Yunwu Pavilion away from Julong City. Although this matter is the same as that of Feilong Pavilion, it was caused by that mortal cultivator, but this time it was also because of the little daughter Yao'er.
If you do this, you will definitely be in a lot of trouble in the future!" Dongfang Xuande let out a long sigh, as if he hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.
"Old Master Dongfang is worried too much. With the strength of Baicao Hall, he must not be afraid of them plotting against you outside the city!" Nangong Wuji laughed, how could he, the city lord, not know about such a big thing happening in the city?
But when things get to this level, what should he do?
It was because Shi Taihan was petty and worried that after Fengtian killed Feilong Pavilion, he would immediately rush to Yunwu Pavilion, so he couldn't wait to get rid of this guy.
As a result, not only was it not eliminated, but the scandal about my son was exposed.
In order to prevent himself from ending up like Zhai Tianhua and leaving under the judgment of others, the old man chose to leave overnight.
It's really a bit miserable, and I'm probably full of resentment. This matter is not over yet.
But the old man brought it all on himself, and he can't blame anyone else.
Fengtian fought back, while Baicaotang acted righteously. They were both right, so there was no need to worry.
And as he said, with the strength of Baicaotang, even if Yunwu Pavilion and Feilong Pavilion join forces, they will not be able to defeat them, so there is no need to be afraid.
"This is something we at Baicaotang have caused ourselves, and we will handle it ourselves. As I said before, I feel sorry for Nangong City Lord!" Dongfang Xuande said, paused, and saw Nangong Wuji seemed to react
came over, so he continued, "Whether they are in the city or outside the city, they can't touch that ordinary cultivator, let alone my Baicao Hall, and they refuse to give up, what should we do?
Not to mention Feilong Pavilion, Yunwu Pavilion has come to secretly make friends with the Ghost Tomb Sect. The Ghost Tomb Sect has coveted Julong City for more than a day or two, so..."
"Old Hall Master Dongfang is Old Hall Master Dongfang. He even thought of this. It's amazing!" Nangong Wuji hissed. He didn't realize this. Sure enough, he had to be Qingxiu. As the city lord,
There are too many things to pay attention to, and there is no time to think in such detail.
But Dongfang Xuande was different. Apart from eating, drinking and sleeping, this old Taoist practiced cultivation every day. He was very free, so he thought deeply about things when he encountered them.
The Ghost Tomb Sect didn't dare to come here before because there were so many experts in the city.
With him as the city lord, there are also Baicaotang, Yunwu Pavilion and Feilong Pavilion.
Now that Yunwu Pavilion and Feilong Pavilion are all standing over there, the Ghost Tomb Sect may be ready to make a move.
"City Master Nangong also knows that I spent my whole life in medicine jars, and it was not until my later years that I got this girl. I really regard her as my destiny, so please forgive me for the fact that I have saved lives and healed the wounded in this area over the years and brought some benefits.
How could she cause such a big disaster!" Dongfang Xuande bowed again.
"Old Hall Master Dongfang is really serious! If the Ghost Tomb Sect comes, let them come. Whether they can defend this city is a question that I, the city leader, should consider. There is no need for Old Hall Master to worry about it!" Nangong Wuji was quite satisfied.
Said generously.
If he doesn't say that, what can he say?
Blame Feng Tian once, then blame Dongfang Yao'er again?
is that useful?
Besides, it is common for the city to have chaos and chaos, and it is also common for the chaos to eventually bring disaster to the city.
As the city lord, he has to carry it all, otherwise what will he, the city lord, do?
"Okay, okay, City Lord Nangong is indeed a king, so I will continue to go back to the cave!" Dongfang Xuande said, and left with his hands behind his back.
"I said I'm here to apologize, but in fact I'm here to tell me that I need to be on guard against the Ghost Tomb Sect in advance. This old ghost..." Looking at Dongfang Xuande's retreating back, Nangong Wuji couldn't help but murmur, a little, and he couldn't help but break his heart.
He took a sip and said, "We have to ask Master Sandeng for help with this matter. If he hadn't brought Fengtian this living treasure to the city, how could these things have happened!"
Baicaotang, Ruxian Pavilion
Dongfang Yaoer and Fengtian sat around the table, changing glasses and it was very lively.
"Come, come, come, let's drink this cup to the full, and congratulate the master of the pavilion for surviving the catastrophe!" Uncle Fu is an old man, so he is very good at stirring up the atmosphere.
But as soon as he said these words, Dongfang Yaoer on the side couldn't help but glared at him quietly. She could tell that Uncle Fu meant that Fengtian's injury was healed and he could leave.
Really, she knew that Song Jingqi must have said something in front of Uncle Fu, so that Uncle Fu, like Song Jingqi, felt that there was something wrong with Feng Tian sleeping in her boudoir.
Sure enough, when Song Jingqi, who was standing at the door, heard this, a smile appeared on her face.
Really, if they did this, how could she ask questions?
Now that I'm exiting, people will definitely think that Baicaotang has asked for questions and that's why Fengtian has been retained until now. You see, as soon as the questions were asked, the order to expel the guest was immediately issued.
"Baicao Hall is a great kindness, and our Zhengqi Pavilion will never forget it... However, Baicao Hall is a famous family and has many things to do, so after this meal, we will take the master of the pavilion back to recuperate, so as not to delay your work!
"Not to mention Feng Tian who heard the implication, even the eminent monk Jinzhong heard it and stood up and raised his glass in return.
"Actually, it doesn't matter. As long as there are no serious patients, Yao'er will not do anything personally. So if the Pavilion Master is willing, Yao'er would like to ask the Pavilion Master to stay here for a few days. It's a good idea.
Let Yao'er help Feng Pavilion Master take care of his internal injuries. Furthermore, Yao'er wants to ask Feng Pavilion Master for some medical advice!" Dongfang Yao'er responded hurriedly, as if she was afraid that Uncle Fu and the others would offend Feng Tian and the others.
"What's the medical problem? Don't you just want to know why Sijun Mountain has plummeted!" Before Dongfang Yaoer finished speaking, an old voice sounded outside the door.
"Old Hall Master?! I've met the old Hall Master!" Immediately, the people at the Baicao Hall suddenly stood up and saluted respectfully. Song Jingqi and the others outside even knelt down on one knee, excited. (To be continued)