After coming out of the courtyard of Protector Xie's office, Zhang Wenfeng went to the Guanfeng Courtyard in the north and asked where he found Yun Qiuhe's small house.
Yun Qiuhe, who was writing something at his desk, heard a knock on the door and raised his heroic eyebrows like a narrow knife.
During this time, there was an annoying idler who often came to disturb her, which annoyed her greatly. When she looked up, she saw a pair of smiling eyes, which made her a little dazed.
"You came all the way from the countryside to the city, don't say you don't know him."
Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his finger from knocking on the door frame, stepped over the threshold and walked in. He joked in his mouth, walked to the coffee table and sat down unceremoniously, knocked on the table and said with a smile: "Good tea."
Yun Qiuhe blinked and put down his brush with a smile, took out a bamboo jar of tea from the desk drawer, walked over and asked with a smile: "Have you been to Protector Xie's place?" He quickly started to light a fire and boil water, and said: "You still have
What a blessing, I went back to the sect a few days ago and got two ounces of spiritual tea."
"I just came out of the Guardian Court and found you here to catch the autumn wind."
Zhang Wenfeng picked up the bamboo jar, opened the lid and smelled it. The scent of the spirit tea was long and unique. He quickly closed the lid and said with a smile: "I'll go to the shops in Fangshi Street later to see if there are any spirit tea seeds for sale?"
Yun Qiuhe asked in a low voice: "Did the batch of 'rare' spiritual plant seeds you bought from the market stall last time sprout?"
"The seeds are still being cultivated in a warm environment. From the beginning of next month to the spring of next year, the seedlings will begin to grow. What, do you have a way to get Lingcha seeds?"
Zhang Wenfeng is a tea drinker. He had this habit in his previous life. He came closer and asked.
Yun Qiuhe laughed in a low voice and said: "Don't try to trick me. I haven't been able to get seeds in the past two years. The sect is watching too closely. I should be able to think of a solution in two or three years. I guess you don't want to wait too long."
You should go to Fangshi Street and find the monk who set up a stall selling seeds last time. You can raise the price. He has a wide network. I heard that there is a way to get low-quality Lingcha seeds. I can't guarantee that you can cultivate seedlings, but it is a way.
It depends on how you talk to him..."
The two put their heads together and whispered.
There was a "cough" outside the door, and someone knocked on the door and came in.
"Junior sister Qiuhe has a guest."
Yun Qiuhe's smile suddenly faded when she heard the voice, and she wished she could hide the bamboo can of spiritual tea. She was willing to share good things with Guanzhu Zhang, but that didn't mean she was so generous that she could entertain anyone with spiritual tea.
Zhang Wenfeng saw that the person who was walking in was an acquaintance, so he stood up and said with a smile, "I have met Daoist Fellow Shen."
It was Shen Si whom we met last year, Wu Qianping's handsome junior brother who liked to wear white robes and short gauze hats. He once "praised" him in front of He Guangjun for his swordsmanship, which attracted He Guangjun to challenge him.
His eyes glanced at the dark gold identity card of the guest supervisor hanging on Shen Shen's waist, and then he became speechless. This guy was one of the three guest supervisors in the city, and he became a serious colleague with him.
Shen Si didn't expect to meet Zhang Wenfeng here, and was quite surprised.
He had heard about Zhang Guanzhu's almost miraculous rise in the past six months, his brilliant achievements, and his reputation as the first person in the declining Da'an Dynasty. He was a ruthless character. He hurriedly clasped his fists in return and smiled humbly and kindly, showing enthusiasm:
"I've met Guanzhu Zhang! It's a rare visitor. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Today, Shen is hosting a banquet at Tianqing Restaurant to cleanse Zhang Guanzhu. Please be sure to show your respect before moving!"
It seemed as if the two of them had a good friendship.
In fact, the two met three times last year and never exchanged a word.
At that time, Zhang Wenfeng had just broken through and entered the Huaqi Realm, and their identities were completely different.
With a contemplative heart and arrogance, how could he pay attention to the young Taoist priest in a rural Taoist temple?
"You are so polite, Fellow Daoist Shen. Guanzhu Zhang is my guest, so I will entertain you."
Yun Qiuhe said this deliberately.
She didn't like Shen Shen's entanglement, and she refused countless times, openly and covertly. This guy was very shameless, and he didn't shy away from difficulties. Instead, he had to face them head on. She couldn't beat him up. His status was unusual, he was a senior citizen. She has some scruples about the biological son of Shen Shixiong, a monk in Tianlou Free Realm.
If she had known this earlier, she would have chosen the position to return to Qizhou and not meet him, so she would not have been so troubled.
"It's all the same, it's all the same."
He laughed deeply and said, "Guanzhu Zhang, I'm going to invite two more people. One is Junior Sister Yun's fellow senior fellow student, and the other is Senior Brother He Guangjun. Do you mind?"
Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists: "You are so polite, Fellow Daoist Shen. It's my turn to invite everyone to gather together. How can I let you spend money?"
Shen Shen was afraid that the other party would not give him face, so he deliberately raised the two of them, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Next time Guanzhu Zhang will be the host, so it's settled, Junior Sister Yun, let's go together."
He turned around and went out, calling for people, leaving no room for Yun Qiuhe to refuse.
Zhang Wenfeng saw Yun Qiuhe frowning and looking unhappy, and asked in a low voice: "Isn't it a small matter?"
Based on his understanding of Yun Qiuhe, he shouldn't be so entangled with mother-in-law and mother-in-law. It would suit her temperament to cut through the mess quickly.
"The Shen family is an aristocratic family that ascends to the sky tower, and his father is a monk in the realm of freedom."
Yun Qiuhe briefly mentioned Shen Si's family background and didn't want to talk more.
Zhang Wenfeng understood. He had dealt with many Free Realm monks, and the status of the followers around him was much higher than that of the Free Realm. In his heart, he was not afraid of the Free Realm like ordinary monks. He smiled and said: "If you don't like it, don't worry. Color can repel people thousands of miles away. Ten years from now, you may not be at home!"
He regarded Yun Qiuhe as a friend, so he said such heartfelt words.
Yun Qiuhe thought about it for a moment and said with a smile: "With your auspicious words, I can achieve a state of freedom in ten years, and I will wake up laughing even in my dreams."
Zhang Wenfeng joked: "The situation is too low. Our goal is not just the state of freedom? It should be higher."
There was a look of yearning on Yun Qiuhe's face: "It's easy to see through life and death. It's so far away. The higher one is Jin Dan, I can't even think about it."
"You can think about this! You have to have confidence in yourself."
Zhang Wenfeng's goal on the road to immortality is of course not just the Golden Elixir realm, he wants to transcend and become an immortal.
"Okay, I'll think about it secretly."
Yun Qiuhe smiled.
The two talked and laughed and drank a cup of tea.
As soon as the light at the door dimmed, He Guangjun barged in from the outside, still wearing a wrinkled black monk's robe, carrying two swords of different sizes, one black and one silver, with an expressionless face, looking a little dull and dull, staring blankly. With Zhang Wenfeng.
Zhang Wenfeng stood up and clasped his fists: "I've seen Taoist He! Is the Taoist okay?"
He Guangjun had a signature dry smile on his face, twitching the corners of his mouth, and said: "Your current cultivation level is only one level lower than mine, and you have already advanced to the middle stage of the gradually declining realm. I guess your secret method has been mastered. It's better to choose the right day than to hit the sun. Let's Let’s fight today!”
His dull eyes were filled with sparkle, and his fighting spirit was high.
The whole figure is like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge clearly visible.
Yun Qiuhe had no choice but to deal with this sword madman and said helplessly: "Didn't we agree to have a duel at the end of the year?"
"Woman, go away, you don't understand men!"
He Guangjun didn't even look at Yun Qiuhe, but with just one sentence, Yun Qiuhe choked and almost ran away.
Staring closely at Zhang Guanzhu, whose sword intention was affected, He Guangjun looked solemn, cupped his fists and said: "Don't hold back, let's go to the sword fighting platform and have a happy fight, please!"
Turn around and walk out.
The battle between them does not require notarization.
Zhang Wenfeng remained silent and walked out of the door.
The two of them were standing in front of each other, the sword intent on their bodies slowly condensing.
An unprecedented fighting spirit created a slight resonance between the two of them.
The silver sword behind He Guangjun made a low whistle like an iron horse in its scabbard.
Yun Qiuhe watched from the door as the two of them walked straight to the west as if there was no one around. She felt the coldness, stamped her feet, and cursed: "Crazy! Both of them are crazy!" and hurriedly ran to the east.
Zhang Guanzhu is usually very talkative, but when he is not able to talk, he has to show his true nature.
The two guys didn't even look like they were competing with each other, they were clearly trying their best!