Senior Brother is Number One In the World

The deep palace where Gu Subai lived was a bit remote from the main palace, so no one found them here for two days.

Gu Subai sits cross-legged, maybe it's because of the black hair pouring down her face that her face is no longer so condensed.

And the window of her room was suddenly pushed open a small crack from the outside, and a small piece of red clothes fell in.

Then the window opened wider and wider until a red figure crept in.

Then Gu Subai felt that there was another person beside her, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Yitan fell asleep next to her.

The faint smell of wine drifted past her nose, Gu Subai glanced at it and closed his eyes to meditate again.

Jiang Yitan was resting his body on his arms, and quietly opened a slit of his eyes, seeing that Gu Subai didn't drive him away, the corners of his mouth couldn't restrain himself from rising.

But Gu Subai is still the same Gu Subai, the moment he was frozen, he sobered up immediately.

Cultivators don't need to fall asleep, but it's not necessary. Jiang Yitan felt drowsy as soon as he closed his eyes. He yawned lightly and fell asleep next to Gu Subai.

Waking up the next day, Jiang Yi turned over in amazement, and then looked around, he fell asleep! Still in a strange place, sleeping so peacefully without any vigilance, if he was in the cultivation world, he would die in minutes.

"When you wake up, pack up and go"

At the right time, Gu Subai was holding his hair with both hands, and was using a white hair band to tie up his long hair.

Jiang Yitan looked over in search of prestige, Gu Subai in front of the window turned his back to him, and tied his hair clumsily.

Jiang Yitan instantly understood why he felt at ease, he got up with a chuckle and walked behind her to take her hair tie.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Gu Subai grabbed her hair with both hands, slightly raised her head to look at Jiang Yitan who was a head taller than her.

"I'll help you" the soft voice was different from his usual.

Gu Subai was stunned for a moment, then let go of his hands and let him tie her hair.

The warm sunlight reflected their overlapping shadows, Xu Jiang Yitan's tenderness of lowering his head startled her so much that Gu Subai was a little stunned.

"Brother Gu's hair is really good." Jiang Yitan grasped the soft blue hair in the palm of his hand, and touched it twice habitually.

Gu Subai had never tied her hair by herself, in the Yunxu Sect, either the handyman disciples did it for her, or Zhu Shiyao helped her do it.

And after she established her foundation, she didn't like to fall asleep too often, so she seldom tossed her hair, and when there was no one to help her, her hair was disheveled.

Jiang Yitan's slender hands ran through her hair, and expertly tied her hair in a neat way. The overly long hairband hit her waist, and Jiang Yitan smoothed her hair with both hands.

"Thank you." Gu Subai turned from his body to his side, and thanked him softly.

"No need, if that's the case, let's go, I think you're worried about that little junior sister of yours too."

Gu Subai really cared a little about Zhu Shiyao's situation, after she nodded slightly, she and Jiang Yitan came and left quietly.

The matter of the demon clan came to an end, and the climate in the mortal world returned to normal, but its vitality was also seriously injured, and it was estimated that it would not recover for a long time.

Zhu Shiyao has not yet found a solution to the plague. Disciples from the fifteen sects gathered in Dongyuan, and all of them racked their brains to figure out why a small plague is so difficult.

"Senior Brother Chang, what should we do?" Zhu Shiyao, Chang Qingmiao and other leading disciples all gathered in Wenheng City. Such Wenheng City is no longer an empty city.

It's not an empty city, but it's a veritable plague city. Almost all the people infected with the plague in Dongyuan were sent here.

In Wenheng City, except for disciples from the cultivation world, no one else can enter or leave. With the identity of a cultivator, Emperor Dongyuan also fully supported Wenheng City, sending a large amount of medicinal materials and food into the city.

But so far they can only ease the suffering of the plague-stricken people, not cure them.

"Junior Sister, let me go and see these plague-stricken people first with other Taoist friends." He has to see these people to know what's going on. He is a Golden Core cultivator and he may see something.

All the monks are refining the magic-breaking pill almost day and night. The magic-breaking pill can make all the people infected with the plague no longer afraid of the sun.

A single magic-breaking pill dissolved in water can be used by more than a hundred people, but the people suffering from the plague in Dongyuan are more than one city.

After Gu Subai and Jiang Yitan who flew to Dongyuan passed the same place again, Gu Subai stood on the sword with an extremely ugly expression.

Jiang Yitan followed behind with a relaxed expression, and he would fly wherever Gu Subai flew, not minding the situation of getting lost at all.

After putting his hands down, Gu Subai looked around again, why do all the places in the mortal world look the same?

She glanced at the guy in the red robe behind him, but Jiang Yitan just pursed his lips and gave her a smirk. Xiao Mian, tell you to freeze me, let you turn around for a few hours first.

Knowing that he could not count on him, Gu Subai Yujian took out a small silver delicate dagger and circled on the ground.

North, south, east, and west, where the dagger points, go wherever you go.

Jiang Yitan: ...

Why didn't he discover that Gu Subai had such a naive attribute before?

"Okay, okay, stop messing around, follow me"

Gu Subai was turning the dagger, the tip of the dagger was pointing to the northwest, she was about to go in that direction, Jiang Yitan put away her dagger and dragged her to go in the opposite direction.

Gu Subai: Wrong again? ? ?

Roll around~

Behind them, that is, the direction Gu Su Bai wanted to go, a luxurious carriage was driving towards them.

There were no less than a dozen guards following the carriage, and four maids followed around the carriage.

The carriage must be either rich or expensive, and there must be women in the carriage.

Jiang Yitan guessed it with a glance, but Gu Subai didn't give it a glance. She was thinking about how she would make such a low-level mistake as getting lost, but she is a monk!

The whispering voice in the carriage penetrated to the ears of the two of them, Jiang Yitan felt for the first time that the monk's sensitive hearing was not very good, and this didn't mean that he had heard all the secrets of the young lady.

"Miss, Dongyuan is still in chaos now, why do you want to go back, wouldn't it be better to stay with Shizi first?"

The maid Xiaoju asked in puzzlement while pinching Cheng Qihua's feet. The plague in Dongyuan has not been resolved. Although there are rumors that immortals are solving it, it is still not good. If you go back so soon, what if you get infected with the plague.

"My son and I are unmarried and my daughter is unmarried. I have been in the prince's mansion which hinders my reputation, and..." Cheng Qihua's expression was gloomy, and he didn't say the following words, but Xiaoju, who was her personal maid, understood.

Cheng Qihua was married to the eldest son of the Prince's Mansion of the Northern Dynasty. When the plague broke out in Dongyuan, the Shangshu Mansion immediately sent her to the Northern Dynasty for refuge.

The Northern Dynasties and Nan'an were both drought-stricken, and to a certain extent, they were much better than the other four countries, but one was only a little bit better.

She has no emotional foundation with the prince and son, and her heart...can't hold other people anymore, a faint glimpse is enough to disturb her heart.

As the breeze picked up, the curtains were raised like hell, Cheng Qihua raised his eyes and saw the two stunning men.

Red is rampant and arrogant, while white is cold and outstanding.

At that moment, Cheng Qihua could no longer hold other people in her eyes, so she quickly lay down in front of the car window.

The white person seemed to have a feeling, and raised her eyes to look around, but she didn't know Cheng Qihua at all, so she turned her eyes quickly and continued to follow Jiang Yitan's direction.

"Master!" Cheng Qihua stopped a strange man regardless of the difference between men and women.

"Miss!" Xiaoju went to pull her back in shock, some of these guards belonged to the Prince's Mansion, it would be terrible if this matter was reported back to the Prince's Mansion.