At noon, Yun Qianyue changed into a light cyan dress, covered her face with purple gauze, walked out of the mountain gate and headed towards Azure Profound City.
Azure Profound City was at the feet of Azure Profound Mountain and cast Body Movement, but it only took a quarter of an hour to arrive.
Hundred Treasures Pavilion Azure Profound City Semicolon is located in the most prosperous area in the east of the city. It has a three-story wooden building with cornices and brackets. There are two polished bronze lions in front of the door, and there is an endless stream of guests coming and going.
As soon as she stepped into the pavilion door, a Maid came forward to greet her, as if she had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Miss Yun, please come here. The steward is waiting at the Inner Hall."
Maid led Yun Qianyue through the hall filled with all kinds of treasures, and followed Corridor to a private room in the depths.
The door of the room was ajar, and there was a faint fragrance of tea coming out.
Maid Gently push the door open and step aside.
Yun Qianyue stepped in.
The interior is elegantly furnished, with a rosewood tea table, a few plain white tea cups, and a bronze incense burner in the corner blowing out curls of green smoke.
A young woman in aqua blue dress was standing in front of the case, making tea with her own hands.
The woman has a graceful figure, a beautiful face, skin as good as snow, and picturesque eyebrows.
It is Lan Yuexin.
"Miss Yun, please sit down."
Lan Yuexin raised his head and his eyes fell on Yun Qianyue, with a bit of exploration in his bright eyes.
"I've heard about Miss Yun for a long time, and I finally met her today."
Yun Qianyue sat down on the chair opposite the tea table, his eyes swept over that beautiful face, his voice was still cold, but not arrogant.
"Manager Lan is so polite. I wonder why you invited me here today?"
Lan Yuexin did not answer immediately.
She lifted the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Yun Qianyue, and held it in front of him with both hands, her movements elegant and calm.
After Yun Qianyue took the tea cup, she sat down opposite her, her bright eyes lowered slightly, and she was silent for a breath, as if she was considering her words.
"I wonder what the relationship is between Miss Yun and Mr. Fang Han?"
Yun Qianyue paused slightly with his fingers holding the tea cup.
She raised her eyes and met Lan Yuexin's gaze. Her voice was as cold as ever, but beneath that coldness, there seemed to be a hint of vigilance that was not easily noticeable.
"Senior Brother Fang and I are of the same age, Beginner stage, and have known each other since Zi Courtyard. Why does Manager Lan ask this?"
"Don't hide it from Miss Yun."
Lan Yuexin shook his head slightly, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
She picked up the tea cup in front of her, but did not drink it. She just gently rubbed the wall of the cup with her fingertips. The glimmer of tea soup reflected in her bright eyes, as if she was recalling something far away.
"I have admired Mr. Fang Han for a long time."
She said this sentence very softly, but her words were clear and she did not dodge at all.
Yun Qianyue's cold eyes fluctuated slightly, but he did not speak.
Lan Yuexin raised his eyes, met Yun Qianyue's gaze, and continued.
She mentioned the night of the night attack on the inn, how Fang Han stood in front of her and drove away the masked killer with a sword.
Her voice was very soft and slow, and every word was genuine.
Yun Qianyue listened quietly. There was no expression on the face hidden by the purple gauze, but the fingers holding the tea cup tightened slightly.
After finishing speaking, Lan Yuexin raised his eyes and looked at Yun Qianyue, his bright eyes full of sincerity.
"Miss Yun, I invite you here today not to argue with you. You are the person in Mr. Fang Han's heart. I have never thought about changing this. I just want to ask you... to allow me to have a place beside him."
Yun Qianyue was silent, his cold eyes reflected the glimmer of the tea soup, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
She comes from a middle-class family in Qingyang County. In such a family, it is common for a man to have three wives and four concubines.
Her father had several wives and concubines, and she had been accustomed to the way of getting along in the back house since she was a child, so this was not unacceptable.
It's impossible to just let her share it with a woman she doesn't understand.
Lan Yuexin saw Yun Qianyue's silence in his eyes and did not rush to speak. He just picked up the teapot again and filled it for Yun Qianyue.
"Does Miss Yun know the situation at the Fang Clan where Mr. Fang Han is?"
Yun Qianyue raised his eyes.
Lan Yuexin put down the teapot and said in a gentle but firm voice:
"Fang Clan has risen to prominence now, but its foundation is still shallow. There is no one in the clan who is good at running a business. The young master is extremely talented and his future achievements will be limitless. However, the further you go in martial arts practice, the more resources you will need."
"Which of the various types of cultivation Danyao does not require huge amounts of money? And these things are often not satisfied by the sect alone."
Yun Qianyue was silent for a moment, his voice still cold, but a little less distant than before:
"Guanshi Lan means, can you help him?"
"I can."
Lan Yuexin didn't hesitate at all, his bright eyes were full of determination and seriousness.
"Hundred Treasures Pavilion's business is spread all over the county and outside. As long as the master needs it, I will do my best to help you. Miss Yun, you are a person who understands martial arts. You should know the importance of training resources for cultivation."
Yun Qianyue lowered his eyes and thought quietly, but his heart was already relaxed.
If Lan Yuexin can really help Fang Han in these aspects...
The room was quiet for a long time, with only the green smoke curling up from the bronze incense burner spreading silently.
"Miss Lan."
Yun Qianyue finally spoke, and his cold eyes fell on Lan Yuexin's face. His tone was still cold, but it lacked some sense of alienation. This was evident from the change in the title.
"If you really can help him, I have no objection."
Lan Yuexin's bright eyes suddenly lit up, and the smile on her lips could no longer be suppressed. She stood up and saluted Yun Qianyue solemnly.
"Thank you very much. I, Lan Yuexin, hereby swear that I will never let down what I said today or your trust in the future."
Yun Qianyue turned slightly sideways and only received half a salute.
"No need to thank me, I just think it's always a good thing to have one more person to help him."
Her tone was cold and candid.
Two days later, Fang Han was at the boundary of Songquan Prefecture.
The scenery on both sides of the official road is not much different from Qingyang Prefecture, with the same rolling hills and the same green trees.
There are only slight differences in the clothing and clothing of farmers working in the fields, but overall, the differences are not big.
For the past two days, he traveled day and night. When he was hungry, he ate dry food and when he was thirsty, he drank from mountain springs.
The dry food was stuffed into his luggage by his mother when he left Liangshui City. The bread was stuffed with bacon. It was quite tasty the first day, but by the third meal, his mouth was just dry.
Next to the official road ahead, the outline of a city can be vaguely seen.
The city wall is not high, about five or six feet, and is built with gray stone strips. The banners on the top of the city are lazily drooping in the afternoon wind.
There is a stone plaque embedded above the city gate. The three words "Songbridge City" are somewhat blurred by wind and rain.
Fang Han stopped in front of the city gate, patted the dust on his robes, and stepped in.
The city is quite lively, with shops on both sides of the main street and the sounds of hawking coming and going.
His eyes swept across the street and soon locked onto a restaurant.
The three-story wooden building has a string of red lanterns hanging under the eaves. There are many customers coming in and out of the door, so you can tell that business is booming.
With such a good business, I think it tastes good.
"Please come in, sir!" The waiter greeted him enthusiastically.
Fang Han nodded slightly, glanced across the lobby, and went straight to the second floor without stopping on the first floor.
He chose a seat by the window and sat down, leaning Cloudsplitter Sword on the side of the chair, and casually ordered a few dishes.
The food came quickly.
A plate of beef with soy sauce cut into thin and even thicknesses, a steamed seabass lying on a celadon plate steaming hot, a plate of green vegetables with minced garlic and shiny green vegetables, and a pot of rice wine that was blanched just right.
He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth. It was moderately salty, tough but not spicy.
Finally, I no longer have to chew on the dry noodles.
He didn't eat quickly and chewed every bite carefully.
The warm wine slipped into his throat, dispelling some of the fatigue accumulated from the days of traveling.
The hustle and bustle of the market could be heard faintly outside the window, with the sounds of horse-drawn carriages, hawkers, and children's play intertwined together, giving it a sense of peace and tranquility in the world of fireworks.
On the other side of the second floor, a tall, thin, dark-skinned young man was exchanging glasses with two companions.
This person's name is Zhao Jun, and he is a disciple of the Crimson Flame Sect, but he does not wear the disciple uniform of the Crimson Flame Sect.
This time, Elder from the sect came to Songquan Prefecture to do business. After being busy for several days, he took a short break, so he came here with his two senior brothers to have a meal.
He got up to go take a shower. On the way back, he casually glanced at the lobby and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
At the table by the window, a young man was eating slowly.
Green robe, silver pattern, and a Dark Cyan sword hanging from his waist - this kind of attire immediately reminded him of this person's identity.
Azure Profound Sect True Disciple Fang Han.
Zhao Jun's heart skipped a beat.
He retracted his gaze and did not return to the lobby. Instead, he quickly left the restaurant and rushed to an inn.
"Meng Elder."
After knocking on the door and getting permission, Zhao Jun pushed the door open. The man sitting in the room was about fifty years old and had a stocky build. He was Crimson Flame Sect First Grade Elder Meng Zhao.
He was punished by the sect and was sent to Songquan Prefecture to do a secret mission. At this moment, he was drinking wine in a low voice, and his face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water.
"What's the matter?" Meng Zhao raised his eyes, his tone a little impatient.
"Disciple just saw a person in the restaurant." Zhao Jun lowered his voice and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Who?"
"Fang Han, Azure Profound Sect that Fang Han."
Meng Zhao The hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, his brows slowly furrowed, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes that were originally slightly cloudy due to alcohol.
"Fang Han? How come he appears in Songquan Prefecture? Did you see it wrong?"
"The disciples are also surprised."
Zhao Jun said firmly.
"But he is wearing Azure Profound Sect True Disciple clothes, the disciple will not admit his mistake."
Meng Zhao placed the wine glass on the table and made a dull sound.
The originally noisy atmosphere in the private room suddenly cooled down.
He didn't speak, he just closed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers slowly on the table twice.
He is now being punished, thanks to Fang Han, who already has a grudge against Fang Han.
Fang Han appears alone in Songquan Prefecture, and may be carrying treasures obtained from Ancient Ruins.
This is simply an opportunity falling from the sky.
He stood up slowly. His eyes, which were slightly cloudy due to alcohol, were now completely clear, replaced by a cold look.
"Go and keep an eye on him and see which direction he goes after eating."
Meng Zhao's voice was very low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.
He turned around and took off the red sword from the back of the chair, the murderous intent in his eyes solidified.