"Yuwen Mo, the disciple of Yang in the garrison, came to pay homage to the Lord Changshengjun by his order!"

Yu Wenmo, dressed in white and extraordinary spirit, stood at the gate of Luohun Cliff, bowed his hands and said respectfully.

As Yu Wenmo's words fell, it seemed as if there was preparation inside. The door of Luohun Cliff slowly opened. Two middle-aged men in green robe came out. After politely bowing back the gift, they gave it to the side and reached out to invite them in.

"Please come in with Mr. Yuwen!" The two led Yuwen Mo to the front of the hall and extended their hands again and said respectfully.

Yuwen Mo nodded gently, then raised his head and walked into the somewhat dim hall.

When you walked into the hall, you saw a person sitting lazily on a black iron throne at the deepest part of the hall, reaching out to hold his chin, leaning obliquely on the throne, and above the familiar face, there was a faint feeling of sleepiness.

And at the left head below him, there was also a person sitting at this time. Yu Wen Mo recognized at a glance that it was Luohunzi, the Lord of Luohun Cliff!

"Yuwen, you are here... sit down!" Fun Xiaonan, who was sitting on the black iron throne, seemed to feel Yuwen Mo's arrival, and opened his eyes with some difficulty. A smile appeared in his confused and particularly bright eyes.

Looking at Yu Wenmo who was about to bow to him, he reached out and said casually: "You and I don't need to be polite!"

Yuwen Mo looked at Xiaonan on the throne with a steady look, and a relaxed smile appeared on his handsome face. After bowing slightly, he bowed to Luohunzi, who was sitting on the left head, and said, "I have seen the Lord Luohun Cliff!"

"Young Master Yuwen, please sit down!" Luo Hunzi, who had always been like a thousand years of ice, squeezed out a smile on his cold face, stood up and bowed to return the gift.

As soon as he sat down on the Taishi chair on the right head, a beautiful girl of fourteen or fifteen years old came up next to her and brought a cup of fragrant tea.

Yuwen Mo reached out and picked up the teacup, pinched the lid and looked at the green tea soup inside. He gently leaned to his nose and took a deep breath of the tea fragrance. His eyes lit up slightly, and then he slowly took a sip of the tea soup. After letting the tea liquid gently whirl in his mouth, he swallowed it slowly.

As the tea soup was eaten, Yu Wenmo closed his eyes slightly and sighed in surprise: "Youbiling Tea is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

"Young Master Yuwen praised it. Since the young master likes it, Luohun Cliff has prepared two kilograms of new tea this year. Let's give it to the young master and the mansion master to taste!" Luohun Zi said with a faint laugh.

Yuwen Mo's face was slightly happy, he leaned forward slightly, bowed and thanked him: "The cliff master is intent, Yuwen Mojin thanked him on behalf of the teacher!"

"Ha..." Fun Xiaonan, who was sitting on the throne, yawned gently, seemed a little impatient, and said with a slight tiredness: "Yuwen, what's the matter with the Lord of the Mansion asking you to come to me?"

After hearing Fun Xiaonan's words, Yu Wenmo's eyes flashed, he sat upright slightly, bowed and said, "The teacher asked me to ask you, the promise period has arrived, I wonder when you will officially let Fun Xiaobao get started!"

After saying that, Yu Wenmo took a breath, looked at Fun Xiaonan steadily, waiting for the other party's answer.

"Oh...this matter!" Fan Xiaonan nodded slowly, opened his eyes, and sighed: "The spiritual consciousness has been unstable recently, and many things have been lost. If the Lord of the Mansion mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten this matter!"

After hearing Xiaonan's words, Yu Wenmo's heart tightened slightly, and he remained silent, waiting for the other party to continue his words.

I could only hear Xiaonan and continued, "Since the deadline has come, let me think about it..."

Fun Xiaonan reached out and knocked his head, then laughed and said, "That's it. In March, please ask the master of the government to choose a day and we will get this done!"

"After March!" Yu Wenmo's eyes lit up, and his expression quickly relaxed. Looking at Xiao Nan's lazy expression on the throne and his bright eyes, he felt calm and stood up and bowed and smiled, "It's so great. When I report back to the teacher, I will choose two days, and I will ask you to decide!"

"No need for such trouble, the master of the government has made a reservation. There is no problem here!" Fan Xiaonan yawned casually, stood up, and said, "Okay, I'm a little sleepy, so I won't leave you for more. See you in March!"

"Okay!" Yu Wenmo seemed to not care about his former friend's impolite appearance, but just replied with a smile.

"Luhun, I'll send you a gift to Yuwen on my behalf!" Fun Xiaonan waved his hand casually, and then walked lazily towards the side door of the hall.

Luo Hunzi slightly bowed to the shade of his back, and watched Fun Xiaonan disappear from the side door, then reached out to Yuwen Mo and said, "Please please, Mr. Yuwen!"

"Thank you, Master Cliff!" Facing this great evil cultivator, Yu Wenmo bowed and smiled.

After coming out of Luohun Cliff, Yu Wenmo did not stop for much, but went back to the guard office directly.

After returning to the garrison palace, washing up a little, and washing away the dust along the way, Yuwen Mo held an exquisite and quaint tea box in both hands and headed towards Qingfeng Tower on the top of the mountain.

"Here I'm back!" Yang Zheng stood in front of the window, looking at Hongye outside the window, and heard the footsteps behind him, slowly turned around and said in a low voice.

"Disciple is back!" Yu Wenmo responded respectfully, then smiled and held up the tea box with both hands, and said, "Teacher, this is the Youbi Ling tea given to you by the Lord of Luohun Cliff!"

"The tea leaves that Luo Hunzi gave me?" Yang was stunned for a moment, looked at Yu Wenmo's eyes, laughed, reached out to take the tea box, and said, "It seems that he agreed?"

"That's right, Your Excellency Changshengjun said that you would ask the teacher to choose a day. After three months, you will take your junior brother to come to the door to pay your respects!" Yuwen Mo said with a respectful smile.

Yang Dan smiled and nodded, reached out and put the tea box aside, sat down behind the table, with a slightly solemn expression, and said, "What do you think?"

"Although there is a big change, I think it should be a good example of Xiaonan!" Yuwen Mo said slowly: "As far as the current situation is concerned, he is quite sleepy, and he seems to be in a state of unstable spirit!"

Speaking of this, Yu Wen Mo said again: "But this is just my personal feeling. If he deliberately disguises himself, he will not dare to be 100% sure!"

"After all, the three-month period is definitely the time required for his soul to stabilize!"

Hearing Yu Wenmo's words, Yang pondered for a moment and laughed indifferently, "It's okay... March is March, and March is the New Year. So, let's set the fifteenth day of the first lunar month..."

"Okay, I will turn around and send a message to Luohun Cliff!" Yuwen Mo responded respectfully, but he was still worried and said: "Teacher, do you believe in the disciple's judgment?"

"Sixty percent, seventy percent!" Yang smiled and said, "Although Changsheng Jun is a person with a very deep blessing. This blessing is hard to explain and understand, but it is not human to plan!"

"And in what you said is that imitating Xiaonan, your soul is not stable. If the Lord of Changsheng was afraid that he would not dare to take such a risk to appear in front of me!"

"On the contrary, if Xiao Nan successfully swallows all the spiritual consciousness of Changsheng Lord, then the thousand-year experience will be unabsorbed for three or five months. It is natural for the unstable soul to occur!"

Speaking of this, Yang Yan laughed and said, "I am sure that I am 60% or 70% sure... This is enough! If it is really not what I want, then it cannot be; the tenth generation of King Changsheng breaks his shell and is no longer able to control me... Let's take a look..."

Yuwen Mo nodded slowly and then said: "It seems that the Luohunzi is under the position of the Luohunjun, and he is extremely respectful to the Luohunjun, but he is afraid that the Luohunjun is completely under the control of the Luohunjun!"

"Oh?" Yang Weiwei was a little surprised, but then she burst into laughter and said, "It's a good thing to say, otherwise how could I have the chance to taste this Youbi Ling Tea?"

Seeing that the teacher seemed to be no longer willing to say anything, Yu Wenmo bowed slightly and slowly stepped back.

As Yuwen Mo retreated, Yang reached out and opened the tea box and took out one of the exquisite small wooden jars. He opened it to his nose and smelled it, and smiled with satisfaction...

"Good tea!"
Chapter completed!