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A carrier pigeon flew across the sky, whirled down, and landed gracefully on the stone table.

"I'm afraid it's the head brother and the others who are in a hurry." Jiyue took out a note from the letter box, and saw two rather urgent words written on it-come quickly!

Gu Mingzheng tied up his hair casually, and was holding a wooden comb at the moment, trying to help Jiyue tie up her long hair, but he obviously overestimated his talent in combing hair, so he didn't comb it well after combing it for a long time. Neng held her jet-black hair in one hand, and simply tied it with a headband, letting Jiyue's long hair hang down.

Jiyue is like a well-behaved doll who doesn't move or hide, letting him toss.

"Then do you want to leave now, or stay in the valley for a while?" Gu Mingzheng looked at Jiyue's appearance, and nodded secretly. Although his skills were not good, the little beauty without bundled hair was still as beautiful.

Jiyue leaned against the table, propped her chin with one hand, thought quietly for a while, pinched the lotus token in her hand, raised her head and smiled: "Didn't you say you were going down the mountain earlier? Then let's just tell the senior brother in charge." Let's go down."

Gu Mingzheng nodded in agreement, then pointed to a jar of wine on the table: "What about this?"

Jiyue touched the wine jar, carried it back to the big tree, buried it under the tree again, then looked at Gu Mingzheng, blinked, "How about drinking together when we come back from the mountain?"

"Okay, it's settled," Gu Mingzheng held his hand and said seriously, "Don't go back on your word."

Jiyue met his focused eyes, didn't say a word, just pulled him closer, kissed him, with reddish ears, turned the wheelchair and walked out.

Gu Mingzheng chased him with a smile, and pushed him out of the valley.

But their journey down the mountain was not so smooth.

There seems to be something wrong on the main peak. From time to time, people are stalking the branches on the roof to investigate, people walking in twos and threes chattering together, and the disciples running around, all have a look of wariness on their faces.

"Someone broke into the stone prison last night and took Shen Yao and Meng Cheng away!"

The head of the sect stroked his long beard with a dignified face. As soon as he saw them, he explained the reason for the confusion without waiting for them to ask.

This matter is very serious indeed.

Even if Nanshan is not as unique as the Nine Sects, it can still be regarded as one of the best forces in the world. There are countless disciples, masters come out in large numbers, and everyone from top to bottom is of one mind. Not to mention there are no traitors, and occasionally a few of them can't cause any trouble.

But this time, someone actually robbed him under the noses of everyone.

When Jiyue heard this, she frowned and asked, "There's only one person? How about martial arts? Can you see clearly?"

The head said: "There is only one person, but I didn't see his appearance clearly. At that time, Junior Brother Jiang was in charge of the stone prison. After fighting with him, he was slightly injured. Judging from this, that person's martial arts should not be inferior to mine, and he must be People from Nanshan."

Now, even Gu Mingzheng noticed something was wrong,

Nanshan will scout people who go up and down the mountain, and it is impossible for a strange master to appear quietly.

Unless there is a guarantee from the disciples in the sect to personally lead people up the mountain, just like Shen Yao and Meng Sheng back then, with "Chu Yichen" leading them, there is no need to check their identities at all.

This is also Nanshan's respect for guests.

But I don't want to, it makes people take advantage of the loopholes.

"The timing of this incident is also a coincidence," the headmaster changed the subject and looked at them, "Jiyue, did you find anything in the valley?"

"I found the lotus order left by the master. Senior brother, I am going to discuss it with you. I want to go down the mountain."

The head of the sect was startled, and before he could say anything, he turned to the outside and said, "Come in if you have anything to say, what does it look like to eavesdrop on the elders?"

"Master! So you found us!"

Qingye rushed in flatteringly, hugged the head of the sect and shook his hand, followed by Su Yuanqiu and Wen Yan.

The headmaster glared at them angrily.

After seeing the ceremony, Wen Yan said, "Master, I want to go down the mountain with my little uncle and the others."

Aoba twitched her braid and said, "I want to go down the mountain to play too!"

The head slammed her on the head: "Nonsense! Is this for fun?"

Qingye immediately covered her head, pursed her mouth and dared not speak.

Wen Yan said frankly: "Master, I can't worry about that person. Since he handed over the lotus order to me, I also want to find out the truth of the matter. The little uncle found the lotus order left by the master, which shows that Nanshan also It has something to do with this matter, isn't Master not worried? The time when the mysterious man appeared last night happened to be after I came back, and I also feel in my heart that it has something to do with the Lotus Order."

Gu Mingzheng nodded. He knew more and agreed with Wen Yan's guess.

Meng Sheng is the son of the current martial arts leader, he is equivalent to the young leader, and the remaining lotus orders are scattered in the martial arts alliance, so it is normal for someone to think about it.

But one thing is for sure, it is not Meng Sheng that needs to be focused on, but Shen Yao. After all, Shen Yao is the center of the plot.

Thinking of this, Gu Mingzheng took the initiative to take the blame, raised his head and said: "Master, I brought Shen Yao up the mountain, and I am also responsible for this matter. Please also allow us to go down the mountain to investigate this matter."

"I'm even more worried about you as a teacher!" The headmaster looked at the restless ones, with a few more white hairs growing out, "In Nanshan, even if something goes wrong, I can protect you as a teacher, but at the foot of the mountain... ..."

Even though he knew he couldn't protect his apprentices for the rest of his life, he still had to let them roam the rivers and lakes by themselves.

But being carried back with no warmth and breath before made the head of the house feel extremely sad.

At this time, Jiyue said flatly: "With me here, what can happen?"

The master was taken aback.

Every time he looked at Jiyue's harmless appearance in the wheelchair, he would subconsciously regard the younger brother as a young junior like the apprentices, and would always forget that this younger brother was the most proud of the master's closed disciple. Extreme, even martial arts are no less unfathomable than his.

Looking at Jiyue's calm expression, the sect leader suddenly felt relieved.

If Jiyue can't protect a person, then neither can he himself.

The headmaster paced back and forth in the hall, and thought carefully, "In this case, let Su Yuanqiu and Xiao Yezi go with you. With you here, I can rest assured."

"Huh?" Aoba's eyes lit up, she didn't understand why her master suddenly changed her mind.

The head patted her head, "Leaving you a girl on the mountain is making a fuss, why don't you follow your uncle and the others to learn more."

"Master is the best!" Aoba happily hugged the master and rubbed against him.

But Jiyue knew that because of what happened last night, the headmaster wanted to clean up the sect, but he was afraid that he would not be able to take care of Qingye and others, so he simply threw it to him.

After packing up the things and bidding farewell to the master, two little tails were added behind the few people - Eleven and Twelve.

Although the two are small, they are well-trained, and they are the most "virtuous" people except Su Yuanqiu. They can tidy up large and small baggage and salute in an orderly manner in a short time, which is even more gentle than Yan Yan.

Because Jiyue's legs were inconvenient, the group got a carriage, Su Yuanqiu and Wen Yan drove outside, and everyone else rested in the car.

"Brother, are we going to the Wulin League?"

Qing Ye held her chin with both hands, and asked in a low voice, but her eyes were fixed on Jiyue, who leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes to rest her mind, without blinking.

Gu Mingzheng nodded slightly, and changed his position sideways, allowing Jiyue to lie in his arms more comfortably, then he stretched out his arms and hugged her.

"Oh." Aoba shyly covered her eyes with her hands, but opened her fingers to peek.

"You're a big kid." Gu Mingzheng smiled and said, "There are pastries and fruits next to you. If you're hungry, go get them yourself."

The carriage was big enough and stable. On eleventh and twelveth, they opened the box, took some and put them on the small table. Aoba smiled and handed some to Su Yuanqiu, who was driving the carriage, before eating by himself.

Gu Mingzheng picked up a pastry and handed it to Jiyue's mouth, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to eat it?"

Jiyue opened her mouth and took a small bite, then frowned, buried her head in his arms and continued to sleep, not wanting to eat.

Gu Mingzheng took it back and ate it without changing his expression.

Aoba happily played games with Eleven and Twelve, the three children seemed to have never seen this side, they were smarter than adults.

The journey to the Wulin League is quite long, they stopped and rested a few times on the way, then continued on their way, and five days later, they just arrived at the headquarters of the Wulin League, Qingfeng City.

Once you enter the city, you need to walk on the ground.

Su Yuanqiu took down the wheelchair and put it away, and Gu Mingzheng got out of the carriage with Jiyue in his arms, which attracted many scrutinizing eyes.

Jiyue sat quietly in the wheelchair with a calm expression, even more deserted than usual.

He was born really well, his appearance was amazing, his blue shirt and black hair, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows made him look like a heavenly man.

More and more people came to see him, but when their eyes fell on his legs, they changed from amazement to sympathy or regret.

This is why Jiyue doesn't like to meet people.

Gu Mingzheng raised his head, and glanced around coldly. His overly oppressive gaze forced everyone to retreat. Then, he held Jiyue's hand and said, "Don't pay attention to them."

The coldness between Ji Yue's brows faded slightly, and she said softly: "It's nothing, the business is important."

It was the first time Qingye went down the mountain to enter the city, wandering around excitedly, brought back a few bunches of candied haws in a blink of an eye, and took a bite with a smile, "This place is so lively, there are more people than the previous places combined. And here It's called Qingfeng City, which matches the name of my little uncle, Qingfeng Jiyue..."

Her chirping voice dispelled the boredom, and several people laughed.

Although Qingye is small, his ability to perceive words and emotions is first-rate, so he handed the candied haws to Jiyue, "Little uncle, this one is so sweet, and that cake smells so good, and that mask looks so good." so beautiful……"

Ji Yue took it and stared at it.

Su Yuanqiu patted Qingye's head, and asked about the business, "Little uncle, should we find an inn to stay in first, or... go straight to the Wulin League?"

Jiyue held the candied haws and was still looking at it. Hearing this, she said, "Let's stay at the inn first, and find out about the whereabouts of Shen Yao and Meng Sheng."

As he spoke, he took a bite of the candied haws—well, it seemed sweeter than cotton candy, yet sour.

"Isn't it delicious?" Gu Mingzheng had never eaten this kind of food, and seeing his strange expression, he couldn't help but ask.

Jiyue handed it to his lips, and let him take a bite, "How is it?"

Gu Mingzheng made a "hmm" and commented, "It's something for children."

Over there, Qingye dragged Su Yuanqiu and Wen Yan to go shopping again, two big and one small, they looked like a family of three.

And Gu Mingzheng pushed Jiyue and walked slowly, with Eleven and Twelve behind him looking around, talking in a low voice from time to time.

Jiyue's mood improved inexplicably, she tilted her head to look at him, and smiled softly: "It's too sour, I like sweet ones."

Gu Mingzheng was thinking, should he give cakes when he returns to the present world?

The author has something to say: It’s a bit late, so what? (づ￣3￣)