Chapter 1742 Jianzun Yun is more outrageous than his father
There was a loud "bang" sound.
Tu Weiwei and others stopped talking and discussing, and all went out in unison.
I saw Yun Hui with a serious look on his face, slamming the carved and gilded double doors shut and then quickly opening the door, as if he suspected that he had opened the door the wrong way before he opened it again.
"Maybe, I'm dreaming."
Yun Huan was a little confused, and it was obvious that she had not been able to accept her new status for a while.
Qin Tieniu's scalp was so numb that he couldn't stand it any longer. He quickly came over and pinched the flesh of Yun Hui's arm hard, causing Yun Hui to scream like a slaughtering pig.
"Master Yunjian, look, this is not a dream."
Qin Tieniu said it seriously.
Yun Huan glared at him fiercely, "The master of the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven has a delicate martial body, how can you just pinch him?"
Qin Tieniu: "..." This Yun Jianzun is simply more outrageous than him. A rotten old man who is half buried in the ground still has a delicate body and a delicate body? It is simply unacceptable!
"boom!"
The door of the room suddenly closed again, and Yun Huan's voice came from inside: "I'm going to retreat, don't bother me."
Not long after, the door opened and Yun Hui looked at them: "Prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones to be sent over. The more the better, including the gold rice paper with the emblem of the Martial God Temple. Forget it, go to the Martial Ancestor to borrow it."
Put down the seal, and I will print the emblem later." Now that he is a person of status, it would not be in line with his noble temperament without the emblem and totem of the Martial Temple.
"boom!"
The moment the double doors closed, they almost caught Qin Tieniu's nose.
Qin Tieniu touched his nose and looked at Tu Weiwei doubtfully: "Retreat in seclusion, what are you doing with the four treasures of the study? Could it be that the old man fell in love with writing poetry like me."
Tu Weiwei rolled her eyes, obviously not wanting to pay attention to Qin Tieniu, who was prone to stinking.
Qin Tieniu secretly wondered if Tu Weiwei was trying to kill him, but he also felt that this woman was too fierce and would domestically abuse him in the future.
Qin Tieniu was so confused that his brows knitted together.
When Tu Weiwei saw this, she was even more disgusted.
But he said that not far from the Sun and Moon Palace was the residence of the Great Protector Helian. The white-haired Great Protector was pruning the branches and humming a tuneless tune. He was obviously in a particularly good mood.
As dawn approached, he sent someone to collect the leftovers from Star Monument Square, and it should be done by now.
"Great Protector, it's not good."
The men came in a hurry, their expressions were very bad.
"Um?"
Protector Helian frowned, a little confused.
"Those leftovers have already been collected by others, and we can't collect them any more," his subordinates said anxiously.
"Who dares to compete with this Protector for business?" The Great Protector's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Go, get this Protector's demon-slaying knife!"
"It's the Lord of the Moon Palace."
"Oh..." The Great Protector instantly wilted. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out how a pretty and bright girl like Ye Chuyue could be such a weirdo who wouldn't even let go of the leftovers.
"Protector Helian, do you still need the demon-slaying knife?"
The subordinate asked weakly.
"If you don't speak, will you die?" the Great Protector asked.
The subordinate said "Oh" and rolled out consciously.
The Great Protector's mood seemed to have reached its lowest point, and he was sighing early in the morning.
The new palace master ruthlessly cut off his financial resources. How will he reward Yihongyuan's number one leader in the future?
…
At noon, the blue sun shines on the mountains and rivers. In the late autumn season, it is less cool and more warm.
On the high wall outside the Sun and Moon Palace, Martial Ancestor looked at the outline of the Martial Temple in the distance, sighed, and began to ramble again, saying sadly: "Back then, it was in this place that the master of the palace told me that he would build his own kingdom here.
Our country, this country, is called the Temple of Martial Arts. The master of the temple at that time had a notorious reputation, but when he looked at me, his eyes were always particularly gentle and partial. At that time, even though he was still
I haven’t really become famous, but it’s so beautiful... eh? eh? Why is Emperor so good at sharpening his sword?"
But when he saw Ye Mohan sharpening his sword with concentration, he made a creepy "chichi" sound, and the cold light reflected from the blade made Wu Zu's heart tighten.
Wuzu naturally didn't know that Ye Mohan already knew Chu Yue's true origin and identity ninety thousand years ago, so he kept talking about his heart.
Ye Mohan's brows were filled with a hint of evil and he glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "My Sword of Slaughter often has a reputation of being gentle when it breaks a person's neck. Would you like to try it yourself, Master Wu?"
Wu Zu: "..."
Ye Mohan said again: "By the way, what did you just say?"
"Ye Di Zun, I still have matters to deal with, please take my leave."
Martial Ancestor left as soon as he said so, rushing out with almost no hesitation.
Ye Mohan was the only one left on the high courtyard wall.
Ye Mohan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the monster's face showed a bit of depression.
He put away his slaughtering sword and lay down on the high wall. His dark-black robe with excellent satin texture hung down along the edge of the wall. The branches on both sides were intertwined. The dappled sunlight fell on his body, revealing a bit of afternoon laziness.
.
The man pretended to sleep with his pair of jewel-like purple eyes narrowed, and his cold edges and corners were full of outstanding temperament, which made people think of the four words "both good and evil".
A person slowly walked into the palace courtyard.
Under the sun, it is bright and dazzling.
"Pillow."
Chu Yue was wearing red clothes and looked at him with a faint smile.
The next moment, the man disappeared from the high wall and appeared beside her like a teleport. He gently held her hand and asked in a dumb voice: "How much did you drink?"
"not much."
Chu Yue held the man's hand and smiled broadly: "Of course, even if I drink the entire Wushen Temple wine cellar, I will never forget to love you."
The man was startled, his ears were hot and red, and his purple eyes looked to the side, trying hard to look like a serious and rigid person, but even if the corners of his mouth did not rise, a smile overflowed from his eyebrows, and even
Feeling a little proud.
He must have said it a long time ago.
This woman loves him so much.
"Would you like to meet dad and brother?" Chu Yue asked.
"Not going."
After Ye Mohan finished speaking, he took her hand and walked towards the palace where Emperor Ye Tian and Ye Wuxie were.
Chu Yue shrugged her shoulders and sighed helplessly: What should she do with this duplicitous man?
The main hall was filled with the strong smell of wine and the faint fragrance of tea.
When Emperor Ye Tian saw Ye Mohan again, his mood was quite complicated.
Compared with the previous peace, there was a touch of inexplicable and strange discomfort.
But then I thought that he was by his side during her daughter's most difficult days, and the hostility became less.
All in all, I'm still very unhappy.
Ye Mohan seemed calm and cold, but in fact he was a little at a loss.
After all, the other party is Ah Chu's father.
He has been in the Shura field for 90,000 years, acting vigorously and with an iron fist, but now his heart is pounding.
"father."
Chu Yue thought for a while, then decided to formulate her words, and solemnly introduced: "Ye Mohan, my sweetheart, Xiaobao's father, your prospective son-in-law."
After saying that, the man's hand shook with more strength.
He has been her sweetheart for ninety thousand years, and everyone in the mountains, seas, sun, moon and thousands of miles of wind knows about him.
Ye Mohan's eyes almost overflowed with gentle light, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
Ye Wuxie also said: "Dad, he is ninety thousand years old."
The other three: "..."
Inside the main hall, there was suddenly a dead silence.