Chapter 283 "You crazy woman!"...
Wen Yu leaned over and looked at the hem of her sky-blue skirt, then she understood what Yu Chang was looking at.
"It's got some dust on it and is dirty." Wen Yu answered honestly.
What she said was not a lie, but perhaps because she had got the dust there herself, she always felt a little guilty.
Yu Chang turned his two fingers, and the white fox fur appeared out of thin air in his palm. What was even more surprising was that in the blink of an eye, the mud and dust on it disappeared, and it was as white as new again.
"It's windy at night." Yu Chang instructed calmly and put the cloak on Wen Yu's shoulders.
Wen Yu shrank his neck and pulled his collar inwards. "Regarding Jiang Yang's affairs, Yu Chang—"
She was about to speak, but another voice spoke first.
"Who did I think it was?" The soaking wet, disheveled young immortal master brushed the water stains off his robe in disgust, not forgetting to sneer, "Isn't this the little white dragon by the Yuan River?"
Wen Yu frowned. She almost forgot about this little immortal master.
Although he looked embarrassed at the moment, the look in his eyes when he looked at Yu Chang was full of provocation and mockery. His arrogant look seemed to trample the three realms and six paths under his feet.
It would be strange if Yu Chang would let him go after he spoke so rudely, Wen Yu couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"Just because you pricked up a few hairs, you're thinking you're going to fly." Yu Chang wasn't one to keep quiet about a loss, so he immediately retorted, "I think you're only growing taller, but not learning from your mistakes."
Sure enough, Yu Chang tilted his head casually, and there was a cracking sound in his neck.
He was already angry, and if this guy didn't restrain himself, he would naturally not be polite to anyone.
A flash of understanding flashed across Wen Yu's eyes, and he immediately asked Yu Chang, "Are you acquainted with him?"
"Not really an acquaintance." Yu Chang shook his head and replied to Wen Yu, but then raised an eyebrow and called out to the young immortal master, "Yes and no?"
The young immortal master was practicing his magic to dry his purple-gold robe until it was half dry. Upon hearing this, he raised his head from the steamy air and was about to retort something -
"Zhao, Ban, Ban." Yu Chang read out each word clearly, leaving him no chance to speak.
Like a cat with its fur standing on end, the young immortal master nearly jumped three feet high, his words even becoming somewhat incoherent. "Yu Chang! You!"
His reaction was a good proof that the two of them really knew each other.
"My fucking name isn't Zhao Banban!"
The young immortal master threw off his robe, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight Yu Chang with his bare hands.
Wen Yu moved at the right time with the Liuyun fan in her hand. The appearance of Yu Chang broke the fight between her and the young immortal master. Now she was outnumbered, and it would be difficult for her to lose.
Although Zhao Banpan can control fire, Yu Chang is very good at controlling water. The two's methods are exactly opposite. With Yu Chang's suppression, even if he has extraordinary abilities, it will be difficult for him to use them.
This gave Wen Yu the opportunity to attack.
"Liuyun!" Wen Yu shouted softly, and the Liuyun fan rose up and rushed towards the young immortal master.
The young immortal master raised his sleeve to summon flames, but could only summon a few wisps of water vapor...
Looking at Yu Chang, who remained motionless, and then at Wen Yu, who was approaching him, the young immortal master angrily cursed, "You! How dare you cheat! Your victory is unfair!"
But while he was speaking, he had already lost the last chance of turning defeat into victory.
Wen Yu was too lazy to argue with him. She just controlled Liuyun and restrained him fiercely. Looking at the ferocious little immortal master struggling under the magic weapon, she couldn't help but admire the power of Liuyun fan in her heart.
It is worthy of being the magic weapon of her master, Lord Ju Mang, it is indeed extremely handy.
It’s a pity that she has been enlightened for many years, but she has never been able to forge her own natal sword. No one knows why.
Without caring about sighing, Wen Yu restrained Zhao Banban with one hand and looked him up and down——
His extremely noble purple-gold robe was now covered with dust and ashes, and was filthy and dirty, no longer having the elegance and grace it had just had.
With the messy hair on his temples, he really looks like a big tabby cat.
"Zhao...Banpan?" Wen Yu pondered, a little hesitant.
How could such a big man be called such a cute and lovely name?
"You crazy woman, who allowed you to call me that!" The little immortal master still refused to admit it, and glared at Wen Yu anxiously and annoyedly.
"Hmm..." Wen Yu shook her head, unable to understand why he was so angry.
Without waiting for Wen Yu's instructions, Liu Yunshan seemed to have its own consciousness and pressed Zhao Banban's body even lower, almost making it impossible for him to raise his head.
Yu Chang walked a few steps to Zhao Banban's front, glanced at him condescendingly, and then suddenly kicked him on the shoulder, "Watch your mouth."
"Ah—" Zhao Banban howled in pain, looking up at Yu Chang in disbelief and glaring, "You stinking bug! What are you doing?"
Yu Chang pretended not to see it, and made a gesture with the Liuyun fan, "I will pack you up and throw you back to Zhaogong Mountain."
Although he and Zhao Banban are incompatible, he cannot do whatever he wants. But now with the help of Ju Mang's divine power on the Liuyun fan, whatever he wants can be achieved in an instant.
After a few wisps of light golden mist passed, Zhao Banban's face twisted and gradually transformed into sharp teeth and claws.
His entire body was wrapped in dark golden lines, and his shoulder blades, which expanded and contracted with his breathing, were covered with tight and toned muscles. The most eye-catching thing was the pair of snow-white wings on his back. As they spread out, gusts of wind blew in the night. As he struggled, the purple-gold bell hanging in front of him jingled.
Wen Yu frowned. No wonder Yu Chang said that he wanted to fly to the sky after inserting two hairs. It turned out that he was a tiger with wings?
But why did she feel that this Zhaogong Mountain was a little familiar?
Seeing the young immortal master reveal his true form, Tai Hao was not surprised at all. But Dan Qing beside him was so scared that he took three steps back and couldn't help covering the dragon horns on his temples.
This Yu Chang is so scary!
Tai Hao noticed Dan Qing's strange behavior and asked with his eyes, but saw that Dan Qing didn't say a word and shrank behind him in three or two steps.
"You dare!" Although Zhao Banpan had revealed his true form, he still howled and refused to give in. "I won't go back! I won't go back!"
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his hands in a pretentious manner, and jokingly said, "This is not up to you, Zhao Banban?"
As he spoke, Yu Chang handed over a few Qiankun bags, which made Wen Yu pause. Then he randomly picked up a light golden one and spread it on his palm.
She didn't expect that the way Yu Chang meant to pack was this.
"I think this color suits you." Wen Yu knelt on one knee and waved the Qiankun bag in front of Zhao Banpan. "How is it? Do you like it?"
Zhao Banpan was furious. She flapped her wings and tried to break free from her restraints to duel with Wen Yu. "You crazy woman! Crazy woman!"
But Liu Yun would never give him any chance to hurt Wen Yu, and he immediately increased his suppression on Zhao Banban without even giving any instructions.
"Ah!" Zhao Banban cried out in pain and quickly retracted his wings.
Wen Yu was also a little surprised. He looked up at Liu Yun. This fan had the magical power of his master, so it must be human and reasonable.
She stopped talking nonsense with Zhao Banpan and planned to send him back to Zhaogong Mountain as Yu Chang said, at least he could not continue to cause trouble in Jiangyang.
"Liu Yun!" Wen Yu was about to take action.
But suddenly, the wind kept blowing, the mountains and forests roared, and with an extremely exciting sound that broke through the air, a voice came from afar -
"Spare the life from the sword! Spare the tiger from the fan!"
Although the visitor spoke in a hurry, he had a calm smile on his face, and the changes that occurred around him added a bit of mystery.
The pitch-black night is the most dangerous and easiest to hide in. A ferocious little immortal master like Zhao Banpan is not scary. What is scary is the unknown who is lurking in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Wen Yu's heart was filled with alarm and he quickly raised his sleeves to block it.
I saw a silver whip with a little starlight breaking through the moonlight, fiercely lifting the remaining clouds. When the two magic weapons faced each other, a cold light flashed.
The jade bone satin of Liuyun could not withstand the attack of such a powerful magic weapon. In order to keep Yun safe, Wen Yu was not careful enough and let her succeed.
Tai Hao's eyes flashed. This silver whip...
A strong shockwave erupted, and Zhao Banban stood up in the mess, regaining his elegant appearance and demeanor in purple gold robe and white jade belt.
He stretched his muscles, glanced at Wen Yu with dissatisfaction, and immediately wanted to take action.
"Wenyu!" Yu Chang moved and blocked her way in an instant, "Zhao Banpan, how dare you!"
"My fucking name is not Zhao Banban!" As if his reverse scale was touched, Zhao Banpan was furious and forgot what he was going to do. He started a childish quarrel with Yu Chang.
"Banban!" The silver whip quickly protected Zhao Banban, followed by a woman's figure.
"I've told you so many times, I won't call you—" He habitually retorted, but after seeing the person coming, he said in a daze, "Awen..."
As soon as the word "wen" came out, coupled with the vague sense of familiarity with Zhao Gongshan, Wen Yu immediately reacted and looked at the person who came -
Zhao Buwen, the God of Wealth in the middle lane.
She held a silver whip in her hand, covered her eyes with white silk, wore a green bamboo hat on her head, and a dark brown straw raincoat on her body. Her plain clothes could not conceal her natural and outstanding temperament. Even though she was carrying only a few bamboo fish baskets in her hands, she still exuded a unique style.
"Awen!" Zhao Banpan's eyes warmed up, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Awen! Help me beat her up!"
He raised his hand and pointed directly at Wen Yu, as if he had many grievances waiting for him to tell him in detail.
Seeing that the person in front of him was none other than Zhao Buwen, the God of Wealth in the Central Route, Wen Yu belatedly raised his sleeves to greet him, "Buwen Jun?"
What's going on? This Zhao Banpan and Bu Wenjun...
"I have met you once before, so..."
Zhao Banban's words were still fresh in his mind when Wen Yu suddenly thought of something and quickly glanced at a mountain tiger that was complaining to Bu Wenjun.
Could it be that he is...
"Who are you going to hit?" Yu Chang narrowed his eyes dangerously, a cold light of impatience flashed across his eyes, and after he finished speaking, he wanted to go up and ask clearly.
Wen Yu held her forehead and rubbed her throbbing eyebrows. She didn't know what Yu Chang did when he occasionally went out during the three hundred years in the Wangsheng Inn.
He would pick up the young master of the fox clan and beat him, and he would even kick the mount of the God of Wealth.
Today's situation is obviously not the first time Yu Chang and Zhao Banban have met.
"Yu Chang." Wen Yu raised his hand to stop the person beside him and shook his head slightly at him.
"Mr. Wen Yu, nice to meet you again." Although Zhao Buwen's eyes were covered with white silk, he could still look at Wen Yu accurately and speak to her.
What's going on?
Wen Yu remained silent. As early as when she was at the bank of the Yuan River, she had noticed that Bu Wenjun's attire was very different from a hundred years ago, and the white silk on her eyes did not seem to hinder her vision.
Zhao Buwen casually stuffed the fish baskets into Zhao Banpan's arms. As he shook them, he could hear the sound of fish tails flapping. "Why aren't you talking, Wen Yujun?"
When they met Bu Wenjun on the bank of the Yuanshui River, she had said that she was fishing for these fish to apologize to someone. Wen Yu also asked her how the cat at home could eat so many fish?
Now it seems...
Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Banban, who almost smiled immediately. The shock and surprise on his face was no less than his own. "Is this the cat that Bu Wenjun wanted to feed?"
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