Oh no, he's noticed. Noticing Feng Xiatian's hesitation, Gu Qingxi secretly felt something was wrong.
"Xiatian, you don't have any ideas, are you afraid of being seen by us?" While Feng Xiatian hadn't made a decision yet, Gu Qingxi pretended to be suspicious and looked at him with extremely strange eyes.
"Ideas, what ideas can I have?" Feng Xiatian said inexplicably.
"I just heard Wei Changqing say that he would return the position of sect leader to Ye Yuhan. That's a top-grade sect. Even if it's a little declining now, it has accumulated thousands or tens of thousands of years, and who knows how many rare treasures it has collected.
Whoever wants to win Ye Yuhan's heart will have to fight for many fewer years?" Gu Qingxi said meaningfully, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Feng Xiatian became even more strange.
Got it, Feng Xiatian finally understood what she meant.
"Qingxi, in your mind, am I Feng Xiatian the kind of person who lives off others?
We are the best friends in the world. Others don't understand me, but you don't understand me either. How can you look at me like this?" Feng Xiatian said to Gu Qingxi angrily and sadly. "
Hey, didn't you just say that Kong is a scumbag and that if he had been with Yuan Mengyin, he would have had to struggle for a few less lifetimes?" Xiao Yutang looked at Feng Xiatian in surprise. Just now, he
was heartbroken because Kong refused to live off others. Why is he so sad and angry when it comes to him?
"Liao Kong is Liao Kong, and I am me. How can this be the same? Look at my face. Does it look like a face of
a person who lives off others? I, Feng Xiatian, am a man with hands and feet. I can earn whatever I want. How can I be so ignorant of self-respect, self-esteem, and self-love!" Feng Xiatian pointed at his face, and his expression became even more sad and angry.
"..." What does this mean? You are not good-looking, so you are a man. You have hands and feet. You know how to respect yourself, respect yourself, and love yourself, so you can't live off others.
Others are not men just because they are good-looking, so they are disabled because they have no hands or feet, and they don’t know how to respect themselves, so they deserve to be parasites.
What kind of logic is this?
Gu Qingxi and others looked at Feng Xiatian’s face, and read deep resentment from the ordinariness.
"Forget it, forget it, you won’t believe me even if I tell you, I’ll take you to see Yu Han now." Seeing the meaningful eyes of Gu Qingxi and others, Feng Xiatian felt even more depressed, thinking that he couldn’t clear himself even if he jumped into the Tiancang River. In order to prove his "innocence", he dragged Gu Qingxi away.
The provocation was successful! Gu Qingxi quietly gave himself a thumbs up.
The place where Ye Yuhan was healing was not far away, in a small town at the foot of Yunlang Mountain. Several people rode on flying swords and arrived in just a few hours.
The town is not big, with only one inn, but the several guest houses are cleaned up, and the environment is quiet and elegant.
"Yuhan, are you here? I brought some friends back." Feng Xiatian led Gu Qingxi and the others into the yard, and went straight to the door of a guest room, shouting loudly.
"Brother Xiatian, you are back, come in quickly...ah! Wait a minute, wait a minute before you come in." A sweet and surprised voice sounded in the room, but she changed her words halfway through.
But it was too late. Feng Xiatian was anxious to prove her innocence. Before she finished speaking, she had already led Gu Qingxi and the others to push the door open.
The next moment, Gu Qingxi saw Feng Xiatian's peach blossom as she wished.
Sitting on the edge of the bed by the window was a girl, wearing a water blue long dress, with fair skin and beautiful face. Her
temperament was fresh and elegant, and she felt a bit like a little girl next door, and it was easy for people to get close to her.
Seeing that several people walked into the room so quickly, the girl blushed slightly, and quickly hid something behind her.
"Yuhan, what are you doing?" Seeing her strange expression, Feng Xiatian asked in confusion.
"No, I didn't do anything, nothing." Ye Yuhan said hesitantly, but her hands subconsciously retracted behind her back, clearly trying to cover up her mistake.
"You, are you embroidering?" Feng Xiatian stretched her neck to look behind her, and saw a piece of cloth and needle and thread, and said with horror.
If Yuhan was a lady from a noble family in the secular world, it would be fine if she embroidered or did needlework in her spare time, but she is a cultivator. When have you ever heard of a cultivator not practicing well and running to embroider?
More importantly, she is a strong person in the realm of transformation, and the future leader of the Tianxing Sect.
If those disciples of the Tianxing Sect knew that their future leader was not doing his job and was embroidering, how would they feel? Would they rebel collectively and revolt from the sect? Feng Xiatian
felt that either Ye Yuhan was crazy, or she was crazy, or the entire cultivation world was crazy.
Ye Yuhan certainly knew that embroidery was not something a cultivator, especially not a cultivator at the level of transformation of spirit, should do. She felt embarrassed when she was caught by Feng Xiatian.
She stamped her feet hard, blushed, and took out a long silk ribbon from behind and threw it to Feng Xiatian: "It's not embroidery, it's a belt for you. My injury hasn't healed yet, I can't practice yet, and I have nothing to do. I saw that your belt is old, so I want to make you a belt."
Is there any difference between making a belt and embroidery? Feng Xiatian held the half-made belt, looking a little confused.
"This is a belt, what else is it?" Then, Feng Xiatian saw another piece of cloth that Ye Yuhan brought out from behind when she took out the belt, and then asked.
"Oh, it's a hat. I see that you like to wear hats, but that hat is too, too special. Anyway, I have to make a belt, so I made a hat for you by the way." Since she couldn't hide it anymore, Ye Yuhan was too lazy to cover it up anymore, so she took out another hat and threw it over.
What do you mean by too special? His hat is obviously ugly, okay? Gu Qingxi had a good impression of this girl. She was so gentle, considerate and considerate.
Feng Xia Tian was speechless: Who said I like wearing hats? That guy is too clingy. He refuses to stay in the pet bag and has to squat on my head, okay? And that is not a hat, it is the Bagua Fairy Wind Furnace, a magic weapon, a magic weapon.
"Hey, what is that?" Feng Xia Tian was secretly complaining, and suddenly saw another piece of fabric that Ye Yuhan brought out when he took out the hat, and asked subconsciously.
"This is clothes. You were training in Yunlang Mountain some time ago, and you often fought with monsters. Your clothes are a little torn. I have to make a belt and a hat anyway, so I will make you a piece of clothes by the way." Ye Yuhan said, and took out a piece of clothes that he had just made from behind and threw it to Feng Xia Tian.
"..." By the way, by the way again?
Although she said it lightly, as if she didn't take it seriously at all, there was a deeper meaning in the eyes of Gu Qingxi, Di Feixue and others.
There are not so many coincidences in the world, and this stitch and thread are clearly full of affection and care.
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