In the distance, Song Jinzhi, who had hurried over after receiving the news from his third uncle, stood under a tree, looking at the heroic woman on the martial arts stage with sparkling eyes.

After not seeing each other for a few years, Sheng He seemed to have changed a lot, yet it seemed that nothing had changed.

He covered his pounding heart and walked towards the martial arts stage step by step.

"Xiao He!"

A Yuan stood in the audience and waved to Sheng He.

"A Yuan?"

Sheng He glanced at everyone below the stage, and seeing that no one wanted to go on stage to seek justice for Qin Lang, he simply turned over and jumped off the stage.

Perhaps because his original appearance was too eye-catching, A Yuan changed into a new look, with black hair and dark eyes, looking no different from an ordinary cultivator.

Sheng He looked A Yuan up and down and asked with a smile, "Why are you here? Did your injuries heal so quickly?"

"Yeah, I...my father said you saved my life and asked me to thank you very much."

A Yuan stuttered and glanced at Sheng He, his face blushing for no reason.

His father didn't actually say that. Before driving him ashore, his father's original words were: "Your life-saving grace should be repaid with your own body. If you don't bring Sheng He back, you will never be able to enter the house!", and then he kicked him ashore.

"Xiao He, you...you...are you married..."

"Oh, right!" Sheng He looked around warily as if he remembered something, then pulled A Yuan and whispered in his ear, "After you got ashore, weren't you in the Spiritual Power Association...? How did you find your way here? Did anyone discover your identity along the way?"

A Yuan was not annoyed by being interrupted. He rolled up his sleeves with a silly smile, revealing his arms covered with magical weapons.

"It's okay. My father gave me many magic weapons before I left. Xiaohe, I can fight alongside you this time."

Sheng He breathed a sigh of relief, and the two of them walked towards Jianfeng talking and laughing.

Song Jinzhi stopped and looked at the man next to Sheng He with hostility.

Uncle San was right. He really couldn’t continue waiting in Jinzhou. First, Qin Lang came, and now a strange man appeared next to Sheng He.

Song Jinzhi looked at the man's face and subconsciously compared him to himself.

He seems to be a little taller than me.

His eyes are also a little bit bigger than mine.

The magical weapon on my body...

Song Jinzhi touched his storage bag. Oh no, he had to leave in a hurry this time and didn’t have time to take anything with him.

Watching Sheng He walking further and further away, Song Jinzhi remembered what his uncle said in the sound transmission note about taking the initiative to attack, and his heart panicked, and he hurried forward.

"Xiao He!"

Sheng He turned around and saw Song Jinzhi jogging towards him.

"You are...Song Jinzhi?"

"Yeah, what a coincidence, you are here too."

Song Jinzhi smiled and stood on Sheng He's right side.

A Yuan, who was standing on Sheng He's left, frowned and looked at Song Jinzhi unhappily.

"This is Qingyun Sect, of course Xiao He is here, but you." A Yuan pulled Sheng He towards him, and patted the corner of Sheng He's clothes as if he had touched something dirty, "Don't be so close to Xiao He, Xiao He doesn't like being touched by others."

Song Jinzhi widened his eyes and stared at A Yuan closely. Sure enough, it was just as he thought!

This person really had bad intentions towards Xiaohe!

Song Jinzhi clenched his fists, but there was still a gentle smile on his face. He pulled Sheng He's right hand, and his tone was clearly aggrieved: "Xiao He, do you think so too? Or does this Taoist friend have some misunderstandings about me? If so, I won't bother you anymore in the future."

"It's best if you don't come to disturb me! You! Let Xiao He go quickly!"

A Yuan felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He slapped away Song Jinzhi's hand that was holding Sheng He, and then pulled Sheng He forward a few steps to distance themselves from Song Jinzhi.

Sheng He held the sword and vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two people in front of him.

"Hey, Xiaoyun, who do you think Xiaohe will choose between the two of them?"

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan were squatting on a tree, cracking melon seeds and watching the tussle between the three people in front of them intently.

Yun Qianshan said “Puh!” twice, spat out the rotten melon seeds in his mouth, and said seriously: "Song Jinzhi, haven't they known each other for a long time? This is a picture book of childhood sweethearts reuniting."

"When did you go to play in the human world again? By the way, why didn't I see your little man today?"

Mu Yao said this while looking around. Yun Qianshan and her young master were usually inseparable, so why did she come here alone today?

Yun Qianshan paused while holding the melon seeds, then sighed sadly: "Don't mention it, we're broken up."

"Divided? How?"

"He found out I was dating two other people outside, and he said I was fickle and didn't really love him, so we broke up."

"No, everyone is an immortal and has a lifespan of hundreds of years. What's wrong with me talking to a few more people?"

"That's right, leave him alone."

Mu Yao nodded repeatedly, looked at Song Jinzhi and A Yuan who were arguing with red faces, and then looked at Sheng He who was obviously distracted.

"Look at Xiao He, she's so scared. You still have to go and persuade Xiao He later. What's there to hesitate about? Can't you have both?"

"OK!"

Yun Qianshan agreed immediately. She patted the hem of her skirt and transformed herself into a handsome young man.

"Wait, watch me hook Xiao He over here!"

Yun Qianshan pinched Mu Yao's face, smiled evilly, and jumped down from the tree.

"Xiao He!"

A Yuan and Song Jinzhi, who were arguing fiercely, stopped talking at the same time and turned to look at the person who came.

Sheng He, who was thinking about what materials were needed to refine his natal sword, looked up and saw Yun Qianshan striding towards him.

"division……"

"What master? Just call me Qianshan!"

As Yun Qianshan spoke, he took Sheng He in his arms and walked towards Jianfeng. After a while, as if he just remembered that there were two people standing here, he turned around and waved to A Yuan and Song Jinzhi.

"You two are Xiaohe's friends, right? Xiaohe is busy today, come back another day!"

"Right, Xiao He?"

Yun Qianshan kept winking at Sheng He, and Sheng He immediately nodded.

"Yes, I have something else to do today. Song Jinzhi, you are here to find the deputy sect leader, right? The deputy sect leader should be teaching in the Dao Pavilion at this time. You can go there to find him."

"A Yuan, this is your first time in Qingyun Sect. Have you contacted a place to stay?"

A Yuan immediately shook his head and said pitifully: "Xiao He, you know, this is the first time I go on a long trip by myself, I don't think too much about it."

Sheng He thought about it and it seemed to be true. A Yuan had been living in the Eastern Sea and probably didn’t know anyone, as there were so many empty houses on the Zuoyou Jianfeng.

"In that case, please follow me back to Jianfeng first."

"OK!"

"no!"

Song Jinzhi quickly refused. With a dark face, he stopped A Yuan who was trying to get close to Sheng He and said through gritted teeth, "Qingyun Sect has many guest rooms. I'll just tell Uncle San. It will be inconvenient for him to live in Jianfeng."