For some reason, Ye Shimeng felt her heart tremble slightly, and her plain hands that pressed Ye Xunhuan's chest became weaker and weaker, while Ye Xunhuan's lips were getting closer and closer.

When Ye Xunhuan's big hand was following her soft and slender waist and trying to step closer, she suddenly opened her eyes and pressed it down.

Ye Shimeng leaned on Ye Xunhuan's shoulder, her somewhat confused eyes returned to clarity, and she sighed in her heart, some things might be really destined by heaven, otherwise why could she not resist the charm of this man? Is it just because he wore a Qiankun Ring on his fingers?

"Master Ou Yezi, the ghost-handed craftsman, lives on this mountain?" Ye Xunhuan looked through the window on the carriage and saw that the carriage had turned on a mountain road, so he asked.

"Yes, although Ou Yezi is not a member of our Zhenbao Pavilion, he promised to forge three things for our Zhenbao Pavilion in a year." Ye Shimeng said.

"So why did Shimeng bring me here?" Ye Xunhuan asked.

Ye Shimeng naturally discovered the change in Ye Xunhuan's name. Miss Ye became Shimeng, and the young master who he kept talking was also me. But when she heard his question, she was silent.

"Haha, the scenery on this mountain is good, I don't know there is such a mountain." Ye Xunhuan looked down at Ye Shimeng, and did not ask any questions. Instead, he changed the subject with a smile. Everyone is smart, and there is no need to ask some things so clearly. Ye Shimeng took him to meet the ghost-handed craftsman Ou Yezi with her own purpose. By chance, the relationship between the two on the carriage had some subtle changes. She obviously didn't want to lie to herself, but she didn't think about whether to tell the truth to herself, so she was silent. At this time, changing the subject was naturally the wisest choice.

"Yes, this place is a little far away from the imperial capital, and there are no houses nearby, so few people come here." Ye Shimeng said.

The carriage stopped halfway up the mountain, and there was no mountain road in front of it that carriage could walk on.

The two got off the carriage and saw Ye Shimeng pull out a small tube and blew it up. He saw a huge golden eagle swooping down from the clouds with a long sound.

Ye Xunhuan's expression was a little strange because he thought of the Yasha tribe who could control all beasts in the desert, and the beautiful Yasha princess Onona, and she didn't know if she finally understood what she wanted to express.

"This is the Eagle King on the Eagle Mountain. I was tamed into an air mount by me. It was just too conspicuous in the imperial capital and it was usually not summoned." Ye Shimeng explained, and flew onto the back of the Eagle King, and Ye Xunhuan followed closely.

The Eagle King soared into the sky and flew to the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye. The mountain is actually not very high, but there are dense forests above the mountainside, and you can't see anything clearly at first glance.

The Eagle King hovered around the top of the mountain for a few times, and suddenly plunged his head. When he reached ten meters above the dense forest, Ye Xunhuan felt that the scenery in front of him changed. There was no dense forest. Below was clearly a clear empty place with a yard built on it. Two mountain guards were basking in the sun lazily outside the yard. There were more than a dozen guards in the yard. It was supposed to be the protection of Master Ou Yezi, a ghost-handed craftsman. There should be some tricks in the sky that could not be found in the air.

"See the Lord of the Pavilion." More than ten guards rushed out and respectfully saluted Ye Shimeng who jumped off the Eagle King. Ye Xunhuan glanced a bit and found that the top ten guards had reached the realm of a five-star holy warrior. The masters of the Treasure Pavilion were like clouds.

"Where is Master Ou Yezi?" Ye Shimeng asked.

"Return to the Pavilion Master, Master Ou Yezi is in seclusion forging a sword. It has been a month since he ordered not to disturb him." The most powerful guard replied, turning a blind eye to Ye Xunhuan's existence.

Ye Shimeng nodded and said, "You guys are busy with your own."

"It seems like it's a coincidence. Are we going to go home?" Ye Xunhuan said.

"No hurry, let's walk around." Ye Shimeng said.

Ye Xunhuan naturally hugged Ye Shimeng's waist and walked towards the forest on the right. However, the more than ten guards all looked straight, and their eyes seemed to be glaring out.

"Old...Boss, I'm not dazzled, that priest hugged the Pavilion Master's waist." One of the guards stuttered to the most powerful leader.

The leader didn't move his eyes and scolded, "My mother, I still suspect my eyes are blurred. What kind of fierce man does this priest have come out? I remember that last time a saint magician was disrespectful to the Pavilion Master's words, and the next day he broke his limbs and hung them on the gate of the magician guild."

Ye Shimeng snuggled softly in the arms of night's happiness and came to a stream in the forest. The stream was covered with brightly colored wild flowers, which were very beautiful.

"The source of this stream is on the top of the mountain, cold and sweet, and can beautify the skin." Ye Shimeng squatted beside the stream, held a handful of stream water and put it on his lips, took a few sips and chuckled.

"So amazing? Could it be that there are treasures growing at the source of the stream?" Ye Xunhuan also tasted it, and it was indeed very delicious.

Ye Shimeng looked at Ye Xunhuan in surprise and said, "You can guess accurately. There is a cold jade grass growing at the source of the stream, which is a rare spiritual medicine."

"Han Yucao? No wonder." Ye Xunhuan shrugged, not caring very much. The five-leaf golden crystal grass that produced the medicine spirit was obediently staying in his space. He really didn't like Han Yucao's ordinary spiritual medicine, and it was useless to him.

"There is actually a characteristic of the cold jade grass that is little known. The stream water soaked with it is the best cooling water for forging various objects, which can increase the probability of forging success." Ye Shimeng continued.

"Haha, no wonder Master Ou Yezi chose this place as a hidden place." Ye Xunhuan understood that Master Ou Yezi's forging room must have introduced this tributary of this stream.

At this time, several colorful butterflies flew to the sky, mistakenly treating the lifelike Phalaenopsis headdress on Ye Shimeng's head as a real Phalaenopsis, flying above her head.

Seeing this scene, a long-lost figure suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xunhuan's eyes, the indifferent figure who caused the butterfly to dance, Mu Weiliang, the current leader of the Binghuang Pavilion.

"Ye Xunhuan, don't you know that it is very rude to think of another woman when you are with a beautiful woman? It's the second time today." Ye Shimeng used the beauty's universal two-finger Zen magic skill on Ye Xunhuan's waist, and her beautiful eyes stared at him angrily.

"Hehe, is there any?" Ye Xunhuan shrugged. In front of her, he was indeed a little distracted and thought of the other two women, one was Onona and the other was Mu Weiliang, but he did not expect Ye Shimeng to be so accurate intuition.

"If you don't want to be an example, I'll let you go back to the imperial capital today." Ye Shimeng let go of the jade hand pinching Ye Xunhuan's waist and rubbed it gently there.

"No problem, I just miss you today." Ye Xunhuan grabbed Ye Shimeng's soft jade hand, and gently stroked her palms with her fingers.
Chapter completed!