When Sang Luojiu brought his sword into an inn, he paused slightly.

In the afternoon, the inn that was originally a quiet young guest, but there were more than a dozen Taoist disciples wearing Yuquan Gate costumes sitting in the lobby, perhaps they came here to do business temporarily.

...The luck is really bad.

Someone quickly recognized Sang Luojiu.

The sound of whispering in the inn suddenly sounded like a bird roaring and a rat whispering.

Since there was nowhere to be avoided, Sang Luojiu looked as usual and stepped into the inn.

The waiter also felt that the atmosphere was abnormal, but out of hospitality, he still gritted his teeth and greeted him, and said warmly: "How many guests are you? Do you want to stay in a hotel?"

Looking around the crowd, Sang Luojiu said quietly: "Just take a break. I heard that the Maofeng of Huangshan in this inn is good. Please make a pot, thank you."

Before he sat down, there was movement from the disciples of Yuquan Sect.

"Oh, isn't this Sang Luojiu, the second disciple of Fengling Yunzhongjun?"

Someone immediately corrected him with a smile: "Wrong, I am the master of the Sang Hall of the Bushimen now. He is highly valued and has become popular. How can Xiao Xiao Fengling Mountain and Xiao Xiaodaomen accommodate such a big Buddha?"

Sang Luojiu took out a book sized by the palm, and wrote and painted it quietly with a pen she carried with him.

In the eyes of others, he either knows his own fault and can only endure humiliation, or pretends to ignore it, and becomes more and more unscrupulous.

Besides, he has the title of a person from the Unworld Sect. If he dares to attack them here, he will turn against the Immortal Sect.

Because they were fearless, their discussion became more and more unpleasant.

"If I were him, I would have been so embarrassed that I could not come out in the mountains. How could I have the intention to come out to drink tea and relax?"

Sang Luojiu looked up at the face of the speaker and added a name to the booklet: Yuquan Gate, Feng Tianhua.

"Brother Feng, I am a very thin-skinned person. If I had done such a scandal, I would have been hung up with my neck."

Sang Luojiu glanced at him again and remembered his name: Yuquanmen, Shen Xiude.

Sang Luojiu had no intention of quarrel with them.

If you can't argue, you will only add to your troubles.

It's quarrel and fight.

As the head of the Bushimen Hall and went out alone, Sang Luojiu was indeed inconvenient to argue with them on the sword.

He only poured a cup of tea, quietly savored the fragrance of tea, and waited for the coming day.

Seeing that Sang Luojiu was really angry, it was not easy to provoke trouble, but his words became more and more irregular.

"Lord Sang admires his master like this and follows him everywhere. It is indeed a deep affection. I don't know when the Demon Lord will be young, and I will have another wedding banquet..."

Sang Luojiu had just enlarged the name of this person and drew a circle so that he would not forget it. The pot of tea in front of him was picked up by an angry spiritual power, and it scattered the speaker's face.

The gossiping disciple suddenly burst into hot fire, and screamed in tears on his head and shoulders.

The other disciples were frightened and thought that Sang Luojiu had taken action. His hair stood up and pulled his sword. When they were standing up and drawing their swords, they looked up at the source of spiritual power and were immediately at a loss.

Luo Fuchun stood coldly on the steps: "...I am still here, how can you be qualified to draw your sword?"

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone suddenly felt that the sword in their palms was like a drop of thousands of pounds, and it was difficult to support it, so they let go.

For a moment, the sound of removing armor was endless.

Although Luo Sang and the other two made an appointment to meet today, Luo Fuchun arrived last night. Because they were looking forward to meeting, they couldn't sleep for half a night. They had to hide in the house and take a nap after dawn, but were awakened by the noise of your words and I below.

Who would have thought that as soon as he came downstairs, he heard such a bad argument, so he was so angry that he could see a teapot when he went up.

He took a big step down the steps, turned his back to everyone, and faced Sang Luo for a long time, his eyes quickly softened, and the invisible big tail behind him swayed back and forth: "Come?"

Sang Luojiu: "..." Alas, why are you saying hello?

Sure enough, the disciples of Yuquan Sect looked at each other for a while, and someone couldn't help but say sarcastically: "This is such a coincidence."

"What a coincidence? I made an appointment with him." Luo Fuchun said, "If you have any opinions, talk to me."

The disciple of Yuquan Sect rolled his eyes by his straightforwardness: "Ha, Fengling and the Demonic Dao really have an intersection."

Luo Fuchun held Sang Luojiu's hand: "Anyway, my master was from Fengling before. No matter whether we interact or not, you will talk behind the scenes. It is believed that Fengling has an affair with the Demonic Dao, so why should we avoid people? I'm here to see him! I'll take him into the room!"

Yuquan Sect Disciple: "..."

"What do you think of me like this? Aren't you like this? Are you still slandering you?" Luo Fuchun said loudly, "I will only spread rumors in a low voice behind my back, never dare to say it in front of me, aren't you just afraid that my master and my uncle will beat you to death?! A group of cowards! Little men! Ants and rats!"

The disciples of Yuquan Sect were scolded so bluntly without any concealment, and they were all stunned, watching Luo Fuchun pull Sang Luojiu upstairs.

Sang Luojiu was so amused and laughed: "...my Huangshan Maofeng."

Luo Fuchun said: "I pay the bill. It's mine."

Sang Luojiu had no choice but to: "Senior Brother."

Luo Fuchun brought Sang Luojiu into a room and threw the door angrily.

Sang Luojiu said: "They will discuss ours."

Luo Fuchun: "They always talk about it. Nothing can be blocked in their mouths."

"Besides, I heard them talking about you like that. Do you still want me to pretend to be stupid and deaf? If so, what do you want your senior brother to do? They can even talk about Master and you, which is simply crazy!"

Sang Luojiu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Aren't you angry?"

"Of course I'm angry!" Luo Fuchun said annoyed, "How can I not be angry when they say that?"

Sang Luojiu: "What they said, don't take it to your heart."

Luo Fuchun said seriously: "I didn't take it to my heart. How could it be possible for you and your master? It's obvious that you like me."

Sang Luojiu: "..."

Although he felt relieved to himself so much that Sang Luojiu was a little moved, but... he was too relieved?

What a fool.

Sang Luojiu smiled: "Are you so sure?"

Luo Fuchun showed a puzzled look: "But every time you are with me, you are so happy, how can you pretend?"

Sang Luojiu: “…………”

Luo Fuchun: "Hey, Luo Jiu, you blushed."

Sang Luojiu: "No, the room is too hot."

Luo Fuchun opened the window to ventilate, sat back to Sang Luojiu's side, and his cheeks also looked shy: "Actually... I know, you are shy."

Sang Luojiu: “……………………”

Under the blue sky and white sun, Luo Fuchun did not dare to do anything easily. He only pecked Sang Luojiu's earlobe gently and quickly, and soon shrank to the corner of the bed, silently turning red and red.

It was still early, and Sang Luojiu and Luofu were on both sides of the table, talking about themselves and talking about some serious matters.

Luo Fuchun took out the "lingxi" that Sang Luojiu gave to him, recorded his experience in practicing Guixu Sword Technique, and said, "Master told me last time that after the 18th move of Guixu Sword Technique, the sword was two inches lower right; after the 43rd move, he slightly closed the sword stance, and I corrected all these mistakes. Please take a look and give me some advice."

Sang Luojiu accepted the "Lingxi" and told Luo Fuchun all the anecdotes in Chaoge Mountain as jokes.

After hearing this, Luo Fuchun grabbed Sang Luojiu's hand lightly, looking distressed: "Thank you for your hard work."

Sang Luojiu glanced at the darker sky outside. As time was about to be over, he smiled and asked for a reward: "Then Luojiu asked for a reward from Senior Brother."

Luo Fuchun immediately blushed when he heard the word "reward".

But he immediately started to blame himself.

You really think that you are lustful! How can you think so randomly?

Thinking of this, Luo Fuchun stood up in a panic: "Do you want to eat sweets? I...I'll go and ask the pavilion to buy some to bring them!"

Sang Luojiu nodded obediently: "Yes."

Sang Luojiu's pure reaction made Luo Fuchun even more blame himself, and he hurried downstairs with a blushing face.

Sang Luojiu held up his cheek and looked at Luo Fuchun's direction in a hurry with a smile.

He is not in a hurry.

Just let the senior brother think of this in his heart.

Once the senior brother has that happens in his heart, he has a way to let his good senior brother disarm.

Sure enough, when Sang Luojiu was satisfied with eating the dessert, Luo Fuchun was absent-minded. Later, he simply went to the window, turned his back to Sang Luojiu, pulling his Taoist robe, trying his best to cover up something.

Sang Luojiu had a half full ate with peace of mind, put away the other desserts simply, and planned to bring them to his master's wife after he went back, and then he whispered: "...Senior Brother."

Luo Fuchun had not recovered yet, but he pressed his thighs and his voice shivered slightly: "Ah?"

Sang Luojiu smiled and said, "Senior Brother."

Luo Fuchun's face turned pale: "Hmm?"

Sang Luojiu: "Senior Brother."

Luo Fuchun: “…what?”

Sang Luojiu said in a pure and innocent way: "I want to call you."
To be continued...