The master and servant stared at each other, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up, each of which moistened the corners of his eyes, and there was a light shining in his eyes, like jade and jade.

After a moment of silence, Ning Nanyou smiled and said, "Suddenly, why are you so sensational? I feel uncomfortable."

Yue Chong moved forward, squatted in front of the young man, gently applied his palm to his knee, carefully helped him relieve the cold pain, and said seriously: "Lord, my subordinates are not by your side, you must take good care of yourself. You have too many new and old diseases... and often go to battle to kill the enemy without caring, and you must have suffered from many roots of illness. If you don't pay more attention, you may be plagued by illness in the future and suffer from old age."

Ning Nanyou raised his hand gently, and hit the helmet on the head hard, cursing: "You kid, you curse me?"

Yue Chong hurriedly covered his mouth and laughed dryly, "Subordinate...Subordinate is just talking about the matter."

Ning Nanyou said in a harmonious voice: "Okay. I know your intentions and will take good care of yourself. If you and Zhao Fu act, be careful everywhere. Don't show your strength in front of the cliffs of the city, so as not to waste all your previous efforts."

Yue Chong nodded and said, "Don't worry, my subordinates acted properly with General Zhao, so they would definitely not be reckless."

Ning Nanyou nodded, patted his shoulder, and said solemnly: "This is very good. If you know it in your heart, I feel relieved. It's getting late. It's getting heavy. It's raining outside. You can go back quickly, so don't let people notice it."

Yue Chong nodded repeatedly, then stood up, smoothed the hem of his clothes, walked towards the curtain, turned around in three steps, and said worriedly: "Lord, please take care of yourself."

Ning Nanyou nodded at him, curled the corners of his lips, and smiled gently, "I know. Go quickly, why are you as nagging as a woman?"

Yue Chong curled his lips, and felt speechless, but he was reluctant to say anything. He hurried out of the tent and left the tent.

Ning Nanyou held the two charcoal-warming hand stoves in his hand, and his eyes and eyebrows couldn't help but rise. He felt that the faint pain on his knees had been relieved a lot.

He found several bamboo slips from the wooden box placed beside the simple bamboo and wooden couch, looked at it, and felt that his body was getting colder and colder, so he threw it on the table. He got up and walked to the clothes screen beside him, took a set of dry clothes, changed out of the wet underwear robe, held two hand stoves, lay on the couch, covered with damp bedding, and fell asleep alive.

The hidden pain on his knees gradually became more and more severe, like millions of ants, hiding in his bones and tendons and veins, crazily biting them.

Ning Nanyou gritted his teeth and firmly, closed his eyes, deliberately recalling what happened next to him to divert his attention and force himself to fall asleep. This sleep was in a long-lost, magical and strange dream.

In the dream, after a smog of smoke, he returned to Jiang Mansion, the capital for some reason and appeared in front of Jiang Chengjia's Bitangzhai for no reason. Ning Nan was happy in his heart, and his steps accelerated, and he rushed inside eagerly.

He had not seen his little wife for many days, and he had been impatient, even in his dream, and could not hold back his desire.

Unexpectedly, when he hurried to the corridor, he heard Mu Yun's voice coming from the room, as if he was talking about someone else vaguely. He leaned over to the door and listened, and a name suddenly fell into his ears - Fu Yang.

He was shocked involuntarily, and he didn't know the taste. He couldn't help but clench his palms and clenched his fists. He continued to get closer to listen, but unexpectedly found that he could pass through the door. He fell into the house without any warning, staggered a few steps before he could stand firm. The conversation inside the house was also more realistic.

Ning Nanyou quietly walked around the screen and came to the pavilion. His eyes fell down and frozen on Jiang Chengjia in the corner.

For the first time, he saw that his Aluo was so embarrassed, curled up in a lonely expression, as if he fell into the bottom of the valley, unable to save himself, and in great pain.

He heard the name Fu Yang from her mouth again and again, and listened to the words "Tiangong, Nanyundu and Ruoying" one after another. He could not understand the relationship, but when Mu Yun talked about Fu Yang, he saw with his own eyes that Jiang Chengjia covered his heart and started crying uncontrollably.

The crying was extremely sad, which made his heart suck together. He didn't know, he didn't understand why Jiang Chengjia mentioned that the person who called Fu Yang was so painful. He read a trace of affection from her desperate eyes.

Ning Nanyou was hit hard and stumbled back a few steps, feeling his heart was extremely sour.

He thought: Why does Aluo care so much about Fu Yang? Who is Fu Yang? What position does he hold in her heart?

Everything was hard for him to accept.

Ning Nanyou couldn't understand the conversation between the girls, so he ran away eagerly, unwilling to stay here, listening to these words like sharp blades.

He walked through the door and wanted to escape, but in an instant, he came to a mountain, river, clouds and lakes. He saw himself floating in the sky, subconsciously trying to catch something beside him, but found that he could not catch anything.

He was shocked and struggled carefully. Slowly, he felt that he could control the clouds and move towards the mountains and rivers, and then walked little by little.

He had dreamed more than once that he had dreamed that he was in the clouds and mist. Such dreams appeared repeatedly, which troubled him very much.

Ning Nanyou, with his own balance, landed safely on a mountain road. The lush forests on both sides were lush and lush, extending, alternating with each other, covering the sunshine on the mountain road. That day, the color of the sun flowed down through the gap between the leaves, with warmth and love.

He looked around, looked at the scenery between the mountains and forests, raised his footsteps and walked up the mountain.

On the way, I occasionally met three or two monks who swept the floor. He thought they could not see him, so he ignored him and walked straight forward. But when the monks passed by him, they looked at him as if they could see him.

Ning Nanyou noticed this and glanced at them strangely. Then he saw these people falling to the ground as if they had seen a ghost. He mumbled and shouted intermittently: "Divine Lord Baihe..."

Ning Nan frowned slightly between his eyebrows, pointed at himself in confusion, and asked the monks: "I? God Baihe?"

The monks were instantly scared and fell on the mud beside them, extremely scared and stammered: "You, you, you, you... have you... been demoted to the mortal world? How could they appear here?"

Ning Nanyou pointed at himself and asked, "I am demoted to the mortal world?"

He was stunned for a long time, shook his head and smiled helplessly, "What kind of dream is this? Why is it degraded into the mortal world... which storybook is the content?"

The monks looked at each other, at a loss, and said tremblingly: "Shen Master Baihe, what are you talking about? Which script dares to write about you so boldly? Even if there is one, the villains dare not read it!"

Ning Nanyou stared at him and asked again: "You... know me?"

"I know... how dare I not know? You are the husband of our Lord... God Baihe." The monks stammered, their faces turned pale.

"Master Lord? You, who is your Master Lord?" Ning Nanyou said strangely.

The monks said in a word: "Don't God Baihe remember the Lord? In order to save you, she personally searched for the mortal..."

Ning Nanyou: "I don't know you all Lords. Moreover, I already have a wife, and she is the only one in my life."

The monks looked at each other and said a little annoyed: "Divine Lord Baihe, what do you mean? We are all Lords, for you... but after suffering all your hardships, you have married again now?"

Ning Nan asked, "Who is your Lord?"

The monks' voices became bright, bowed and clasped their fists to the sky: "Our master is the wonderful god in the sky, the last descendant of Nuwa in this world, and the capital master of Nanyun Capital, the eldest princess of the Qiongsang Feng tribe, named Jiang Mengluo."

Hearing this name, Ning Nanyou was stunned, his heart was cold, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Jiang Mengluo? She, what are she calling in the mortal world now?"

The monks touched their bare heads and thought for a while, then shook their heads and said, "This... we don't know."

Ning Nanyou was still trying to ask, but suddenly he heard a loud bang in his ears. He looked at the sound and saw a young man in gray standing on the steps of the mountain road, staring at him in horror at this moment.

Ning Nanyou frowned, silently stared at the man, with a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

The monks saw the young man with him, and immediately got up from the ground and ran towards him in panic: "Master Qianxun! Master Qianxun... Something big happened. Baihe God... Baihe God..."

The little husband called Qianxun walked down the steps in a daze, came to Ning Nanyou in a daze, and said in surprise: "Shen Lord Baihe, why are you here? How did you come back? Does the Lord know that you are back?"

"Who are you?" Ning Nanyou narrowed his eyes and asked.

Qianxun was stunned for a long time and said, "You? Since you can return to Nanyundu alone, don't you... don't you remember who I am?"

Ning Nan was determined and asked, "Who are you?"

Qianxun said: "God, I am Qianxun. I have been by the Lord for thousands of years and have grown up serving her since I was a child."

Ning Nan's mouth became colder and he asked tremblingly: "What's your husband... what's the name?"

Qianxun looked at him strangely and said, "God, what are you talking about? Don't you know what you call?"

Ning Nanyou lost his patience and shouted at him: "I'll ask you, what is his name!"

Qianxun was so scared that he realized something, and said stutteringly: "He, his name is Fuyang."
Chapter completed!