After spending time together during the journey, Long Wenmu was tricked by Lan Zhiyin by various tricks more than once, and now it is no exception. Long Wenmu sometimes feels that he can't remember the lesson.

The dishes served from Lan Zhiyin were delicious. Long Wenmu had no doubt that her initial plate was specially made to wait for her to take the bait.

The two talked and had a good meal.

After eating and drinking, Lan Zhiyin held her hands behind her and sat up on the bench in the yard, her body stretched slightly, and her graceful curves were revealed in the slightest.

I have to say that this girl has a very good figure, and I'm afraid she's even better than Yun Jia and others. Long Wenmu occasionally glanced at her eyes, but he didn't know who would have good luck in marrying such a woman in the future.

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Long Wenmu packed up all the dishes and chopsticks on the table and came to sit down.

"In the sect, you are the highest-ranking disciple." Long Wenmu asked casually.

"My master is the palace master of Baihua Palace. Judging from this level of identity, it is almost the same." Lan Zhiyin said.

"I have something I want to ask my senior sister for helping me inquire about it." Long Wenmu said.

Lan Zhiyin looked at him with charming eyes: "I can ask you for help, but what will you give me back?"

Long Wenmu thought seriously: "Big, I owe you a favor."

Lan Zhiyin chuckled: "This girl's favor is not so easy to repay, this is what you said. Tell me, what do you want me to ask for you?"

Long Wenmu paused and corrected his expression: "Actually, a few months ago, I had a damaged bow and placed it in a shop called Bao Yao Pavilion to repair it. Later, it was taken away by someone. I listened to Bao Yao.

The people from the Pavilion said that the person who took the bow was from Baihua Palace. I was wondering if it was taken by one of your senior sisters? Can you ask me for a few questions?"

During those days in the wasteland, he asked indirectly several times, but he didn't find any results. Now he is familiar with Lan Zhiyin, and Long Wenmu no longer has any concerns about making such a request, so he simply said bluntly.

Lan Zhiyin put her finger on her lips and was stunned.

After Long Wenmu called her again, she suddenly came to her senses. She first stared at Long Wenmu very seriously, but then her eyes became a little dodged again.

"What kind of bow is yours? How did it break?"

Long Wenmu said truthfully: "The little evil demon soldier, the Tianlang bow, broke the bow string."

Lan Zhiyin trembled and her eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Senior Sister Lan knows where this bow is?" Long Wenmu was a little surprised to see her reaction.

Lan Zhiyin waved her hand in a daze, and a look of guilty and concern flashed in her eyes: "Well, I have never seen the bow you mentioned."

Have you never seen it? Long Wenmu sighed a little in his heart.

Lan Zhiyin frowned and pondered for a moment, and then began to look at Long Wenmu seriously.

"Where did you get the bow you mentioned?" Lan Zhiyin asked suddenly.

Long Wenmu didn't know why she asked this, but she couldn't be honest about it. After all, her life experience is related to many secrets and she doesn't want to be exposed so easily.

"The elders stayed in the family before."

Lan Zhiyin thought to herself: "Elder? Who is your elder?"

"The people in the countryside." Long Wenmu replied.

"Do you have to find this bow?"

Long Wenmu nodded: "It's very important to me, I have to find it back."

Lan Zhiyin's eyes were a little dim, but she just promised Long Wenmu to help him ask.

Both of them were silent. Lan Zhiyin became particularly serious since she heard that Long Wenmu was looking for Tianlang Bow, and seemed to have something to do.

"By the way, I want to ask you again, this bow is passed down from your ancestors. Are your ancestors guarding..."

Lan Zhiyin originally wanted to ask Long Wenmu a few more questions, but the words she had not finished speaking were interrupted by a sound of footsteps outside the yard.

"Junior Sister Zhiyin." Someone shouted outside the yard.

Long Wenmu and Lan Zhiyin turned around at the same time and saw several men walking outside the yard.

The man in the lead had long eyebrows and long face, and a plain white face. He gently waved a folding fan and looked a bit feminine.

I have to say that the man outside looks handsome, but he lacks a sense of masculinity.

Lan Zhiyin's face darkened and she suddenly stood up.

"Hua Xinghe, why are you here?"

Judging from the dressing, this man should be from Baihua Palace.

Long Wenmu knew that the Baihua Palace was mainly women, but I heard that there were not male disciples, but the number was not large.

At these times in Baihua Palace, Long Wenmu had never seen the male disciples in Baihua Palace.

Not only Huaxinghe, but also the men following behind were all from Baihua Palace.

"I heard that Junior Sister Lan has brought the guests back these days. Senior Brother hasn't seen a visitor from the sect for a long time. He happened to be idle, so he came over to take a look." The man named Hua Xinghe walked into the yard on his own.

Come.

"I haven't agreed yet, who asked you to enter the yard!" Lan Zhiyin shouted softly, pointed out a demonic power with her fingers, and fell into the footsteps of Hua Xinghe.

Hua Xinghe's footsteps came to an abrupt end.

Hua Xinghe was shaking a folding fan, and was not angry, just looking at Long Wenmu indifferently.

When Long Wenmu didn't understand what was going on, Lan Zhiyin whispered in his ear: "You went out before. This guy has come to you once and came for you."

Long Wenmu was slightly stunned, came for him?

I am not a popular guy, how much does this person mean to me?

"Junior sister, senior brother has never lived in your yard, but this outsider has taken the lead." Hua Xinghe smiled.

Long Wenmu scratched his head, feeling that one head was two big.

Judging from his tone and seeing his expression, Long Wenmu was not without vision, so how could he not tell what was going on?

It was another trouble for love, and the man's body exuded the sour smell of vinegar jars.

"Junior sister, you have a special situation. Could it be that you chose this person?" Hua Xinghe said with a cold smile.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Lan Zhiyin shouted.

"It's spreading outside. Junior sister, you come back with your sweetheart this time. As a senior brother, I don't know if you should be happy for you or sad for you." Hua Xinghe's folding fan shook gently, and he shook his head in the sky.

"Whether you are happy or unhappy, it doesn't matter to me. If you have nothing else, can you please go as far as you can?" Lan Zhiyin said angrily.

Hua Xinghe still shook his head and put away the folding fan brush. From the beginning of his arrival, he spent most of his time looking at Long Wenmu and pointed at Long Wenmu with a smile: "I am happy for you because junior sister, you finally have something to do.

I am sad for you, junior sister, because your vision is really not good, and even my senior brother is disappointed by you."

Long Wenmu's cheeks twitched slightly, thinking that it was nothing to do with him.

It is natural for Lan Zhiyin to be admired by others, and she is probably misunderstood by others.

Speaking of which, after I arrived at Baihua Palace, I was misunderstood.

Moreover, the Hua Xinghe dialect was full of thorns, which made Long Wenmu feel quite unhappy.

Long Wenmu started to come to Huaxinghe.

The two of them were half a step away and looked at each other.

"Boy, what do you want?" Hua Xinghe obviously had a provocative tone.

Long Wenmu faced him, with his eyes facing each other, and his eyes did not dodge.

"Don't get so close to me, you're in my eyes." Hua Xinghe snorted coldly.

Long Wenmu seemed to be smiling and reached out to help him clean his collar: "The playboy is majestic and handsome, and he is also handsome, but he is a little petty."

"Who do you mean to be petty!" Hua Xinghe was furious and patted Long Wenmu's hand, "Don't touch me."

"I am not a Miss Zhiyin, don't get me wrong. In addition, Miss Zhiyin is rude to you. Why bother you as a seven-foot man?"

Hua Xinghe was furious and raised his hand suddenly. The demonic power gathered and wanted to take a picture at Long Wenmu.

"You dare, Hua Xinghe!" Before her palm fell, Lan Zhiyin stopped him.

Come up and pull Long Wenmu away and glares at Hua Xinghe.

Hua Xinghe was furious and stared at Long Wenmu's eyes with resentment.

Suddenly a woman's voice came from the sky: "Who is taking action in the sect?"

Everyone looked up and saw Hua Ya standing in the air.

Lan Zhiyin and others hurriedly bent down to salute.

"Master."

"Palace Lord."

Long Wenmu also raised his hand and clasped his fists.

"The disciples are forbidden in the sect to take action. Who gives you the courage to break the rules of the sect?"

A cold sweat broke out on Hua Xinghe's forehead and he took a sarcastic step back.
To be continued...