She's not the devil emperor's nanny!

Chapter 91 needs to add a common sense.

"Ye Qingyang? Why are you here?" Ling Xuan jumped off the sword and came to Ye Qingyang who was standing under a withered persimmon tree.

"I just guessed that you would come back here to have a look, so I came here and waited for you." Ye Qingyang smiled, still being so free and easy, like fallen leaves fluttering in the wind.

"What am I waiting for?" Ling Xuan shook his head. This person's brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people, so as an ordinary person, he can't understand it.

"You and I have known each other for a year and a half. In my opinion, you are an ordinary person and an ordinary person."

"Yes, yes, I am just the most ordinary person, the streets are full of...uh..." Ling Xuan just remembered that there are no traces of people in Yecheng now, where are there people?Immediately added: "You are not allowed to pull people on the street!"

Remembering that day when we were talking about the monster phoenix, Ling Xuan dragged a child back on the street, Ye Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, waved his hands and said: "Brother Ling, from Qingyang's point of view, you You are someone worthy of friendship, so Ching Yang specially came here to meet you."

"Really, what are you doing so solemnly? I'll be nervous." Ling Xuan laughed and patted Ye Qingyang on the shoulder.

"Maybe it's true that I'm superstitious, but in case...I hope we won't become enemies." Ye Qingyang also smiled, but there was a trace of bitterness and helplessness, and Ling Xuan's astonishment was reflected in his eyes.

……

Being brought back to Mount Wuji, Ling Xuan felt that life seemed a little difficult. At this moment, he oiled Feng Jueqing's seriously injured Yinsha sword in his room, and couldn't help but recall what Ye Qingyang said at that time.

"Ye Qingyang, what do you mean by that? We don't have any possibility of being enemies, right?" Ling Xuan stammered a bit.In the past, there were many people in their company who jumped to a hostile company, but this is just everyone's choice of their own career, and they can still be good friends in private.

But Ye Qingyang obviously didn't mean that.

To be able to hear the word "enemy" from Ye Qingyang's mouth means that life and death are at stake.

"When you are in a sect, you are often involuntary. Even if the head of the sect hasn't told me, you can still feel a little bit. The conflict between the fairy and the devil is getting deeper, maybe it won't wait for me Ascending, there will be a battle. You and I belong to different camps, and maybe one day we will face each other with swords."

"No." Ling Xuan said without hesitation, but Ye Qingyang's eyes were shocked.

Immediately he laughed and said, "Indeed. Even if the camps are opposite, you and I can still be good friends. It seems that even I sometimes think too much."

"You have to clearly understand the fact that you are a brain-dead, and you don't want to think about it a lot." Ling Xuan patted Ye Qingyang on the shoulder and said, "Aren't you Jianzong leaving? The matter of the corpse cave has been done, and you are still staying." What are you doing in this dead city?"

"Huh? I just left a letter to the elder, telling him that I will take a step first and go back to the sect first." Ye Qingyang laughed, but he didn't expect that his words would leave a drop of cold sweat on Ling Xuan's forehead.

"What's wrong?" He asked innocently.

"Go back to your elder! You go back alone first... Can you go back alone?" Ling Xuan couldn't help scolding, "When will you remember that you are a road idiot!?"

"I'm just kidding, the elders and senior brothers don't dare to let me go out alone." Ye Qingyang opened his mouth and spit out the Qinghong sword, and stepped on it, "The next time we meet, it should be Tianding Mountain. Brother Ling! There will be a date later."

"There will be a period later, I hope you don't get lost and go to the territory of the southern beast clan! No one will bring you back then!" Ling Xuan waved at him and said loudly.

"Haha, I'll go back and find the elders of the Artifact Refining Sect to help me refine that navigator."

"Uh... that thing probably can't be refined..."

……

After recovering from the sight, Ling Xuan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I said... when do you want to see it?"

"Huh?" Across the round table, Tang Wushou stared intently at Ling Xuan, propped his chin with his hand and said, "I'm curious, what kind of person can fascinate my sixth brother..."

"Then you've been watching it for almost an hour, how do you feel? And I didn't fascinate him, okay?" Ling Xuan squeezed out a smile, and poured out the strange light yellow medicinal oil from the medicine bottle , with a fine silk cloth on the Yinsha sword, and the original mottled rust on the Yinsha sword was wiped off bit by bit.

"Hmm..." Tang Wushou pondered for a long time, looked Ling Xuan up and down for a long time, he couldn't go against his will, so he could only say honestly: "It's very ordinary. And the bangs are too long, a bit gloomy...It hurts! Sixth brother, when did you come here?" ?”

"Shut up, talk nonsense." Feng Jueqing knocked on Tang Wushou's head, his tone calm.

"It's okay, it's okay, this comment is very pertinent." Ling Xuan waved his hand. For this level, he could have ignored it a long time ago. He still wiped off the rust on the Yin Sha sword bit by bit, while Yang Sha The sword and Qiushui floated aside, out of thin air it made people feel that they were very concerned about the Yin Sha sword in Ling Xuan's hand.

"What are you wiping the Yin Sha Sword? I think the Yang Sha Sword seems to be relieved." Feng Jueqing walked to Ling Xuan's side, seeing him constantly changing the clean silk cloth to wipe the sword, he couldn't help asking.

"Huh? Do you believe me when I say it's Indian oil?" Ling Xuan made a joke, and raised the Yin Sha sword. Feng Jueqing and Tang Wushou saw that its aura was recovering bit by bit. The original mottled and rusted sword The body has also recovered a lot, and I can't help but be shocked.

"This is a magic weapon for powerful sewage removal, spirit dew oil. It is really useful!" Ling Xuan said triumphantly, but saw Tang Wushou stand up suddenly, and said, "Ling dew oil? You actually use spirit dew oil to Wipe magic weapon?"

Ling Xuan was at a loss, and said: "Is there anything wrong? Isn't it special for the magic weapon? It is for repairing the magic weapon to warm and nourish the spiritual energy..."

"Spiritual dew oil is such a rare thing that you are reluctant to use it on people. How dare you use it to rub magic weapons?" Tang Wushou snatched the medicine bottle and said, "If there is spiritual dew oil, second brother's The injury will heal faster."

"However, Linglu Oil is somewhat toxic and corrosive, so it cannot be used by humans." Ling Xuan didn't understand why Tang Wushou reacted so strongly.

"That bit of toxicity and corrosiveness can be dealt with. The Wenpo water used by people has disappeared for so many years, and the spirit dew oil is also very rare. Who cares about that little problem." Tang Wushou looked at the prodigal Looking at Ling Xuan, he said to Feng Jueqing: "Sixth brother, I'll show this spirit dew oil to fourth brother, let's go first."

"No, don't go." Ling Xuan quickly grabbed Tang Wushou, snatched back the spirit dew oil, and said: "The poison in it can't be cleaned! It can't be used by others casually."

"But the second brother is seriously injured, and there are still three years before the Tiandingshan agreement, we must..." Tang Wushou followed the medicine bottle in Ling Xuan's hand, and said.

"Sit down for me!" Ling Xuan was so annoyed that he slammed the table, which startled Tang Wushou.Seeing the big boy sitting upright subconsciously, he sighed, took out another medicine bottle from the storage ring, put it on the table, and said: "If you want Wenpo water, just tell me, I don't have it, It’s not a big deal, it’s just a little harder to practice, is it necessary?”

This time, both Tang Wushou and Feng Jueqing showed extremely surprised expressions, and Tang Wushou ran to find Lan Juexin and Miao Han without stopping.

Fengmo Palace suddenly became lively, and many people crowded over. Lan Juexin and Miao Han looked at the Wenposhui, and they just touched their fingertips a little frivolously, showing a look of astonishment.

"Ling Xuan! Where did you get this thing?" Miao Han couldn't help asking, his face with ethnic characteristics was full of surprise.

"I practiced...what's wrong?" Ling Xuan scratched his head, really not understanding why this group of people reacted so strongly.

"Why didn't you take it out earlier?" Lan Juexin heaved a long sigh and said, "Although the amount is a little less, the second senior brother's injury should be almost healed after three years."

"I still have more." Ling Xuan took out a row of more than ten porcelain bottles from the ring, and placed them neatly on the table. "I thought this thing could only be used by people below Jindan. After all, it is only three bottles. First-class medicine..."

"Ling Xuan, you have to give me a retreat to improve my common sense!" Miao Han was angry at Ling Xuan's ignorance, and dragged him away without saying a word, saying: "From ancient medicines to some new medicines now, you Give me a careful look! Otherwise, don’t tell others that you are my apprentice! Shame on you!”

"Eh? Wait a minute! Haven't finished wiping the Yinsha sword yet? Help me heartlessly..." Ling Xuan was dragged away, and he really didn't know why he became like this when he was completely out of the situation.

"Xuan." Feng Jueqing stepped forward, grabbed Ling Xuan, gave him a jade pendant, and said, "This is the jade pendant of the deacon of Fengmo Palace, take it first. With it, you can freely enter and exit Mount Wuji."

"Oh." Ling Xuan took it, but found that he did not stop Miao Han from dragging him away.

"As for sister-in-law, I also think you need to supplement your common sense."

"Hey! Feng Jueqing! You..." Ling Xuan was dragged away, and the Fengmo Palace calmed down for a while, and then there were bursts of laughter.

"Sixth brother." Tang Wushou walked to Feng Jueqing, looked at the direction where Ling Xuan was being dragged away, and said, "He is really an interesting guy."

"He's mine." Feng Jueqing glanced at Tang Wushou, half-jokingly and half-seriously said: "Don't snatch it from me."

"Alright~" Tang Wushou spread his hands.

In the Corpse Demon Palace, Ling Ying, who had been in a coma all this time, opened her eyes, blinked and looked around.

"Is this... Wuji Mountain?"