"What's the matter?" Shang Luhua asked, seemingly quite moved.

Fan Wenjiao was happy and said slowly: "Senior Sister, how can this be explained clearly through the Taoist sect? If the Logistic Guard in the village looked at it, it would probably damage the reputation of his senior sister."

Shang Luhua was silent for a moment and said leisurely: "Okay. Come in."

Fan Wenjiao was overjoyed and tiptoed open the door and flicked in. When he saw that the room was so dark, the curtains on the bed were hanging low, and a female figure was still leaning against.

He turned around and closed the door, and only heard Shang Luhua ask, "What did Master Wuxian say?"

Fan Wenjiao chuckled and said nonsense: "The immortal master said that my brother-in-law's injury was not a matter of life. Senior sister will endure it for a few days. Only when we accomplish a big thing can we concentrate on healing my brother-in-law's injuries."

Shang Luhua said: "My husband is life and death, and I am in chaos. You have to worry too much about the big and small matters in the village."

"What are the words of senior sister?" Fan Wenjiao was overjoyed and said hypocritically: "If it weren't for senior sister's intake, I wouldn't know how embarrassed I was outside? It's all Wen Jiao's business to manage the village affairs."

Ming Qin was very funny when he heard the two of you talking. If Wu Xianchi hadn't inspired him from the side, even if Fan Wenjiao had some bad thoughts, with his courage, he would have been unable to do anything.

"Senior Sister, when our Longhu Trip Dividend was hidden, did there be any magical secret techniques passed down? I was young and had little knowledge about the Taoist inheritance of this sect, and I was really ashamed of the elders of the master. My senior sister has a strong financial resources and many servants. Don't you want to survive and recover the foundation of this sect?"

Fan Wenjiao's father was an elder of the Longhu Sect. By his generation, the Longhu Sect had long declined. He was wandering in the heavens and was unable to make a living. How could he talk about reviving the Longhu Sect? This was just a test of the purpose of seeking the Immortal Sutra.

Shang Luhua said lightly: "The rise and fall of the world is ordinary. The Longhu School is not well-managed and difficult to support, and it is already a passing cloud. You don't have to worry too much."

Seeing that she never mentioned the Immortal Sutra, Fan Wenjiao said indirectly: "Senior sister, although the Longhu Sect is out of the ordinary and it is difficult to recover for a while. However, this sect has been passed down for hundreds of years and has made great contributions to the Three Realms Taoist Sect. Should we organize and publish the master's legacy and spread it widely so that their whole life will not be wasted."

Shang Luhua sighed, "You are very pleased that your senior sister is because you are afraid that the commander of this sect will not have much writing left in the world."

Fan Wenjiao refused to believe it and asked, "Senior sister is the beloved daughter of the head uncle. Didn't he leave any Taoist scriptures for you when his uncle passed away?"

Shang Luhua said in surprise: "Why did Wen Jiao suddenly care about these things? You are one of the few disciples of this sect? If this sect still has hope of recovery, can I hide it from you?"

"this……"

Since Fan Wenjiao came to Bawangzhuang to join Shang Luhua, Luo Suliu and his wife were very caring about him. However, Shang Luhua has always been very secretive about the past of Longhu Sect and never said much. At the beginning, he was grateful. Later, he learned from Wuxianchi that there were relics of the Longhu Sect, and that the wealth of Bawangzhuang was given by the Immortal Sutra, so he gradually became dissatisfied with Shang Luhua's treasure-bearing self-respecting.

"It's already late, so it's so inconvenient for you to be here. Let's go back early." Shang Luhua issued a light order to expel guests regardless of his ups and downs on the side.

Fan Wenjiao smiled and took a few steps forward, saying carelessly: "Master Wuxian said that the detoxification prescription lacks a few rare medicinal materials. If my brother-in-law just can't get sick like this, senior sister, don't be too sad."

Shang Luhua frowned slightly, suppressing his anger without saying a word.

Fan Wenjiao only thought that she was already in vain and said softly: "No matter how difficult the senior sister is, I will always be by your side."

Shang Luhua was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Wen Jiao, you are not young, right? I will tell you a marriage another day so that you won't be thinking about it all day."

Fan Wenjiao shook his head and said in a sincere tone: "What happened to my brother-in-law like this, how could I leave my senior sister alone? Besides, in my heart, no woman in the world is as big as you."

Shang Luhua's cheeks were slightly hot. He said silently: "You can go back."

Fan Wenjiao was thirsty and thirsty, and he was more difficult to control himself. He laughed and said, "I remember that my senior sister was completely useless and her brother-in-law looked half-dead. You sleep with him, wouldn't you be afraid at night?"

Shang Luhua was unhappy and said perfunctorily: "He is my husband, what am I afraid of?"

"If...if...the senior sister becomes lonely at night, wouldn't it be very inconvenient."

Seeing Shang Luhua being tolerant, Fan Wenjiao knew that she was not willing to speak out. She became more courageous and became even more sloppy and moved her footsteps to the bed without any trace.

He fantasized about Shang Luhua's love in his mind, but Luo Suliu was helpless. His face turned red and his heart was even more pounding.

"Wen Jiao——, what do you want to do?"

Seeing that Fan Wenjiao was pressing step by step and his expression was not good, Shang Luhua quickly sat upright and his tone became stern.

"I...I..."

Fan Wenjiao swallowed his saliva, knelt down on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Master...Sister, I like you so much, just tolerate me once and let me comfort the pain of lovesickness."

"Damn it, get out of here."

Shang Luhua was furious, her fingers tightly pressed against the edge of the bed, pointed to the door, her chest was undulating rapidly, and her thin body trembled slightly.

Fan Wenjiao felt a basin of cold water pouring on his head, and his thoughts turned into a rolling anger in his heart. He suddenly jumped up and said viciously: "Luo Suliu can no longer live. If you dare not follow me, I will let you bury him with him."

When Mingqin heard this, he knew that there was no room for improvement. Shang Luhua exclaimed from the room. Obviously, Fan Wenjiao was impatient and bitten it.

Mingqin fell down from the seabed under the eaves of the corridor, and his palms were everywhere, and the door opened with a hura.

Fan Wenjiao was fierce and rushing towards Shang Luhua. He had been in the heaven for many years and later threw himself under the Wuxian Chi Gate. He had really put some effort into his cultivation, so he naturally did not take a weak woman like Shang Luhua seriously.

Shang Luhua exclaimed, and hurriedly curled up into the bed. The soft curtain was pulled down, blocking some vision. Fan Wenjiao's heart was filled with a violent aura, and the resentment that had been depressed and bored for many years seemed to be about to be released.

Fan Wenjiao laughed and pulled the curtain apart. He saw Shang Lu Huawu scattered, plump and moving behind him with a sad face. Luo Suliu lay motionlessly, not knowing the humiliation that was about to come.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened without any warning, and a cold wind roared into the warm boudoir. A hint of chill suddenly rose in my heart. Fan Wenjiao Ji Zhang's big hand calmed down and turned his head to look at the door.

A dazzling star light burst out around him with an uproar. The stars were like rain and cow hair, like a large, airtight net cover, and the crackling sound was like slurry beads falling and like wind knife squirting.

Fan Wenjiao screamed in pain, and no longer had a complete skin on half of his cheeks, and it was blood stained, which was terrifying. Shang Luhua was holding a delicate wooden box the size of a palm in his hand, aiming it at Fan Wenjiao gasping for breath. There were dense pores at the top of the box, and a stream of white smoke was still emitted.

When Shang Luhua was born, the Longhu Sect had already declined. Her father was disheartened and did not teach her any Taoism. However, the Longhu Sect was good at mechanical calculations and it was not a problem to make a few self-defense magic weapons.

This magic weapon is called "Human Face Peach Blossom". I don't know how to hide rouge and water powder. In fact, it is filled with colorful spirit stones. It is extremely mysterious to use. Even if you have no power to tie a chicken, you can open it. Once you move, you can't dodge your three heads and six arms. "Human Face Peach Blossom" refers to the tragic situation after being injured.

"Senior sister, please spare me-"

Fan Wenjiao lay on the ground and groaned hard. The hidden arrows hit him beyond recognition. His nose was crooked and his eyes were slanted, and he couldn't even speak smoothly. He had a good cultivation level and dared not act rashly.

Ming Qin had originally broke into the room to rescue Shang Luhua. Unexpectedly, before his figure was settled, Fan Wenjiao was severely injured and rolled down from the bed in a mess, looking half dead. He stood in the room and was stunned. Although Fan Wenjiao was hateful, the miserable face was really shocking, and there seemed to be no need to add any damage.

Shang Luhua saw a strange man breaking into the room, and his heart was lifted up again. He grabbed the spiritual treasure box tightly and said in surprise: "Who are you? Do you know where this place is?"

Bawangzhuang has strict defense and outsiders generally cannot get in. Shang Luhua's mind is changing and only says that Mingqin is a subordinate of Cai Hanying.

"Madam, don't be nervous." Mingqin smiled awkwardly, "Mingqin is considered a friend of Miss Zhen'er. I wonder if Mrs. has heard of it?"

"Mingqin? Are you really Mingqin?"

Shang Luhua asked, showing a little doubt. Ming Qin defeated Cai and Yue's party's conspiracy, and was valued by the Holy Madam. He moved into the Eastern Prince's Mansion. Those who knew the current affairs in the Shenguang Sect would not be in conflict. Cai Hanying hid in Bawangzhuang, and even gritted his teeth when talking. Shang Luhua was concerned about Zhen'er's situation and tried his best to instigate Luo Suliu to inquire about the news. He never thought that one day the two would meet in this situation?

"No," Ming Qin glanced at Fan Wenjiao who was lying on the ground wailing. He would soon attract Zhuang Ding when he was so noisy. Thinking of this, he kicked him on the forehead. Fan Wenjiao's head tilted and he fainted.

"How does the Madam plan to cure the aftermath?"

Shang Luhua became embarrassed, and Fan Wenjiao Shen appeared in her room in the middle of the night. No matter how she covered it up, it was inevitable that she would be criticized.

The sound of footsteps approached quickly, and many agile Zhuang Ding heard the movement and surrounded him from all directions.

The outside of the boudoir was silhouetted, with glass lights crisscrossing and dazzling eyes. Ming Qin was observing the spiritual sense of the emperor, and saw a group of monks lying short on the wall and dared not come in. They each held short swords and spiritual guns in their hands, with great momentum and murderous aura.

Ming Qin raised his feet and grabbed Fan Wenjiao in his hand, laughing and said, "Madam Luo, if you don't hand over the immortal scriptures, the one with the surname Fan will be your role model."

After saying that, he roared and threw Fan Wenjiao's door out. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!