Headquarters attacked

stinct, and it is not appropriate to speak of them openly. Be cautious in your words and deeds, and do not speak too much about others' karma and destiny.But if casualties occur under Lin Yanhuan's o...I turned and ran away hastily. Jiang Qiyun said this place was called Pingxiandǐng, probably an old name. He, the old man, only remembered the old names from before. It's not called that anymore now.

Because there is the Jade Emperor Temple here, it's called Jade Emperor Peak. I ran to a secluded spot and before the security guard arrived, Jiang Qiyun pulled me into the fold.

Before I went to the other side, I leaned up and kissed his jaw. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Looks like you don't want to go anywhere. You want to go to Nirvana, do you"

"Pfft... no, I just wanted to kiss you. It's better than you giving me a bunch of cryptic and profound speeches that leave me feeling uneasy." I replied.

He smiled but said nothing.

I've never imagined exploring the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Peaks this way.

A day trip to the East Sea, an evening on Mount Kunlun.

One side is the mundane world, the other a fairyland.

Like a dream, like an illusion.

Leave the north, return to the south mountain.

The Eastern Palace is warm, and mandarin ducks intertwine their necks with lotuses blooming together in pairs.

I had a fleeting glimpse of what my life might be like in the next few decades.

No, perhaps a hundred or even a thousand years.

No matter what path we take, in the end we are only together in this small chamber, huddled for warmth.

It all seemed so natural. Opening my eyes to the darkness, I also saw his obsidian gaze, as dark and deep as volcanic lava.

In a very short time, Yu Gui and You Nan were brought here. The maids of the underworld were also sent here, and even Bai Wuchang set up a large desk in the main hall.

"Hee hee, it'll be convenient from now on. Even if Your Majesty works overtime, you won't have to worry about getting home late anymore~ ~" He gave me a mischievous glance.

"Seventh Lord, if you keep acting like this, mischievous and cruel, Lady Mu-Chang won't be able to come back..." I said helplessly.

"Oh my, little lady, please don't call me 'Your Highness.' I don't deserve such a title. Just call me Wu Chang, okay Hee hee~~"

Where's your wife! Your wife ran away! You don't even have a ghost of a wife!

"Qijie, I remember you said that a ghost marriage wouldn't be broken until after jumping into the Wheel of Rebirth. So that means... you don't have a wife now, do you Where did your wife come from"

"Hehehe..." He covered his mouth with a mischievous grin, his eyes gleaming with the light of a prankster, a little scary.

"You provoked me and now want to take it back There's no such good thing in the world, hihihi... I'll make her regret it from the very beginning..."

I rubbed my arms, silently lighting a candle for the fickle Aunt Wu.

Bai Wuchang doesn't seem like a deity lost in personal emotions. He's so smart, it's likely that Mu Changpo couldn't escape his grasp.

Jiang Qiyun did indeed have more free time. Firstly, he didn't have to go to my small room anymore; he could discuss and handle matters in the Nanshan Palace. Before, when he came to my room, the other minor deities wouldn't dare to disturb him.

Without various childcare appliances, the maids were divided into two shifts. A dozen or so people surrounded the two little masters. The two little fellows would run around and play boisterously. I bought a lot of anti-fall pads, and every day I could see that the platform in front of the palace was covered with dozens of anti-fall pads like drying bedding, and a bunch of people were playing with these two little guys.

The palace on Nanshan Mountain was shrouded by Jiang Qiyun's barrier, only Mu Wanchen knew how to enter, preventing other mountain dwellers from accidentally trespassing.

After a few days, I started to get used to this kind of life.

Reciting the Yellow Court Classic in the morning and evening, it feels like I truly become calm.

There were no bustling crowds outside the door, nor was there a mischievous old father at home, noisy siblings, or Aunt Wu, Big Wolf, Treasure, Old Chen, Little Wickedness, and Black Cat...

Thinking about it this way, my three-story house is really quite comfortable to live in.

"A dwelling is not merely a building, but a heart. A spacious heart can accommodate others." Jiang Qiyun raised his hand, plucking a burning incense stick and inserting it onto the writing desk, passing over my shoulder.

I am copying a classic, still painstakingly copying it with a brush.

Last time Mu Wanchen came to visit, he brought me a jar of fresh honey. Seeing me copying Buddhist scriptures, he took up his pen and wrote a few lines. That beautiful small script with flowers, compared to my large characters, I myself feel embarrassed to look at them.

And Mu Wanchen can write with both hands! This guy, he's actually a "cultural person"!

After a long time of living the life of an idle cloud and wild crane, I feel like I've become as lazy as a pig. My stomach is starting to bulge slightly.

But I won't fly until the last three months, now Yanqin should be about as round as carrying a ball, right

Thinking about this, I decided to go home and take a look.

Since going home was just a matter of turning around, I passed through the doorway and returned to my own room.

After Mr. Zhao disappeared, his shop and house were left unattended. He had no wife, children or relatives, and the neighbors reported it to the police. It is now temporarily sealed off.

When Old Man came back, I and Xiao Zu Zong weren't here. He didn't think there was anything to worry about, still felt comfortable living in his own house.

My brother still lives here, and Lin Yanqin doesn't mind that my house is small. She goes in and out with my brother. They haven't come back yet. The two of them spend their days managing the company and going to prenatal checkups together, a harmonious sight indeed.

Old Mr. Chen swept the yard and in front of the store, while Da Bao went to buy a large pile of vegetables into the kitchen. Seeing me busy, she said, "Little Madam, you're back just in time."

"What are you doing These dishes weren't made for me, I'm just taking advantage of my sister-in-law's cooking." I said with a smile.

“No, no!” Dabao tossed the vegetables and meat into the vegetable basin, wiped his hands, and led me to the courtyard. He had me sit on a wicker chair, then pulled up a small stool and sat before me, lowering his voice: “Something has happened with the Xuan Hui recently.”

"What could possibly happen Lin Yanhuan is the big boss behind the scenes, and Master Huising is the acting president. What could possibly go wrong" I asked.

Dabao whispered, "Before, Tongxuan Hui set up its headquarters in an old house here to keep a low profile. You know that, right"

I nodded.

Later, something happened at Old Madam Ma's place, and the courtyard was also confiscated and sealed by the relevant departments. The Tongxuan Society moved to a resort mountain villa in the suburbs, buying the whole place. Although Master Huqing wasn't around often, things were running smoothly... But a few days ago, someone came looking for them! " Da Bao said with a mysterious expression.

“…Revenge Or are people from the inner circle with envy in their eyes coming to cause trouble” I asked, frowning.

"It's still unclear, but some members of the Tong Xuan Society who handle daily affairs were poisoned... We learned through unofficial channels that among those who came to cause trouble, there was a woman dressed in red, and she was very skilled. She injured several members. I saw the security footage through my connections, and it looked very similar to the red-clothed woman you mentioned before, the one with ties to Boss Zhao."

How could there be a direct conflict with the Tong Xuan Hui

Although Lin Yanhuan doesn't really care about the Tongxuan Hui, after all, it's his eyes and ears in this circle. Dare to touch his information channels That's looking for death!d.But in my life, there's only him. No matter how good others are, that's someone else's story.He is here, and I am happy and content; he is gone, and I shall live out my days in serenity.That's just...