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As dusk fell, twenty miles outside Huaize City, eight guards surrounded two young men in brocade clothes and jade robes, and a group of people rode horses slowly towards the city.

Judging from their clothes, the two young men in the middle must have high status among this group of people, but they just stared straight ahead with their eyes blank, and just followed the guards dully.

When Fang Xiuran, the young lord of Cangwu City, came with dozens of warriors on horseback, he only saw such a few people from a distance.Fang Xiuran's hand holding the rein tightened, the frenzied urgency and the inevitable pleasure swept up in his heart, and the corners of his mouth were raised a little bit.

Father said, as long as you catch Ye Xinghui and Su Lang, the two excellent spiritual bone embryos that came to your door, the next Mahayana realm in Kyushu will be Fang Xiuran.

Violently whipping the whip, the horse under his crotch was like an arrow flying from the string, and in an instant he arrived at the place where Ye Xinghui and his party were waiting ten feet away. He waved out the Jingye knife at his waist, and unsheathed the long knife with one stroke at a time. Turning around in mid-air and being held in Fang Xiuran's hand, the silent official road was shrouded in fierce murderous aura in the frightening night sword light.

The guards of Lishan Mountain seemed to be belatedly aware of the approaching crisis at this moment, and immediately formed a row to block "Ye Xinghui" and "Su Lang" behind them. How could Fang Xiuran take them seriously? Suddenly, Jing Ye's knife slashed across, and several guards were directly knocked off their horses and fell on both sides of the official road.

Fang Xiuran's face became even more smug. Everyone said that Lishan Martial Arts was prosperous, and in recent years there was a faint tendency to compete with Yishan Academy. Now, it's nothing like this. Even the guards brought out by the young master of Lishan are terrible. Fang Xiuran laughed loudly, raised the knife and walked towards the two people who were still sitting on the horse.

"Ye Xinghui?" Fang Xiuran swung his knife and pointed it straight, the tip of the knife gleaming with cold light was no more than three inches away from the person.

The person on the horse still remained silent. Under the twilight, "Ye Xinghui" stared straight ahead without even looking at him, as if he didn't care about the young master Cangwu in front of him at all.

Fang Xiuran saw "Ye Xinghui"'s supercilious look, and immediately became angry. It was just fish on the chopping board, but he dared not to take himself seriously. What kind of skill did he do just now? The bird in the cage sat Immediately pretending to be an expert, Fang Xiuran slapped the two of them in the face.

Seeing the palm wind hit, the two immediately remained motionless and did not blink their eyelids. Fang Xiuran's heart suddenly rang alarm bells, but at this moment he realized that something was wrong and it was too late. The warriors he brought could only watch helplessly. The palm wind that slapped the bodies of the two people was like a fuse that ignited gunpowder. The two people immediately exploded and died. A gust of internal energy gushed out on the official road, forcing everyone to retreat a few feet. Fang Xiuran, who was the closest, had no time to dodge, and was sent flying by the strong wind, fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a pool of black blood.

Several Lishan guards who were lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, and several smoke bombs hit the ground. Under the cover of the gray smoke, the warriors of Cangwu City had no time to intercept them, and they quickly disappeared into the official road The woods on both sides disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The leading martial artist hurriedly rushed into the thick smoke, helped Fang Xiuran who had fallen unconscious on the ground, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and shouted, "Hurry up and report to Wu Zun!"

At this time, it is impossible to see that they are fools if they are fooled by Ye Xinghui of Lishan Mountain. Fang Xiuran is Fang Hongzhen's heart, but now he is injured like this under their protection. Otherwise, they will all die. Warriors dare not Delayed, he picked up the man with trembling hands, and rode his horse towards the city of Huaize.

Xinghui's eyes were full of shock, and he stared blankly at the person under the umbrella.

It wasn't until Yan Zhefei took back the umbrella and called out with a smile: "Xinghui", he came back to his senses, his eyes turned red instantly, he took Su Lang's hand and squeezed Su Lang's arm hard, and his whole body was directly pierced. In Yan Zhefei's arms, she cried out in a crying voice: "Little Martial Uncle..."

Big tears fell on the clothes, Xinghui couldn't say anything anymore, he hugged Yan Zhefei tightly, as if he wanted to rub himself into her arms.

Su Lang's arm was hurt by Xing Hun's pinch just now, and he lightly stroked Yun Qi Chaosheng on his right hand, a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes.

After a long time, Xing Hui came out of Yan Zhefei's arms, wiped away tears and stood up straight, took Yan Zhefei's hand and asked, "Little Master, is it really you? Are you not..."

He couldn't continue the rest of the sentence, but Yan Zhefei understood, with a deep smile in his eyes: "If I die, why am I standing in front of you now?"

Xinghui seemed to believe Yan Zhefei's words: "Little uncle, where have you been all these years, they lied to me back then about you..."

Yan Zhefei shook her head lightly, lowered her voice and said, "This is not a place to talk, I know what you are here for, come with me first."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhefei dragged her to an inn in the city. Xinghui and Su Lang's eyes met in the air for a moment, and they exchanged a look quietly.

Not far from the inn, Su Lang beat Yan Zhefei and asked for two upper rooms from the shopkeeper. It seemed that he wanted to let his uncle, nephew and nephew reminisce about the past, took the key, said a few words, and went straight upstairs.

Yan Zhefei took the other key, brought Xinghui to the inn room, poured him a cup of tea, touched Xinghui's head, and said softly, "What do you want to ask?"

Xinghui raised his glass and took a sip, still unbelievable, pulled Yan Zhefei's sleeve and asked again: "Uncle, is it really you? I'm afraid I'm dreaming, and you'll disappear when I wake up." .”

Yan Zhefei nodded: "It's me. I failed to enter the country back then, and it was true that I pierced my chest with a sword in front of Tianshuang Platform."

Xinghui's hand pulling his sleeve tightened suddenly, Yan Zhefei slightly raised the corners of his lips, and patted the back of his hand in a consoling way: "But your elder brother's sword was deliberately deflected a little bit, you know, my surname is Gui Hai, although the Er Fei Medicine School was destroyed overnight, some people survived, so the medicine school's medical skills have not declined, and I have been recuperating in Qingzhou these years."

She half-truthfully said that Xinghui believed every word, and her eyes turned red from time to time, looking distressed.

The two kept reminiscing about the past until the end of Haishi, when Xinghui showed a little sleepiness, glanced into the room, and said, "There are two beds here, today I want to sleep in the same room with my uncle, okay?"

Yan Zhefei smiled and asked, "What about Su Lang? I think he cares about you."

Xinghui's face turned red for a moment: "He won't have any objections, little uncle, I miss you so much, I'll go to the next door and talk to him."

As soon as the words finished, she ran out without waiting for Yan Zhefei's response, as if she was in a hurry to inform Su Lang.

Yan Zhefei looked at Xinghui's back, the smile on her face remained unchanged, and there was a little meaning in her eyes.

There was a soft sound on the window sill, and the warrior in black came through the window, knelt in front of Yan Zhefei, and said in a low voice: "Master Fang, something happened to Fang Xiuran..."

After hearing the warrior's report, Yan Zhefei sneered: "I thought it was a sheep that came to my door, but I was thrown together, and I almost lost half my life. As Fang Hongzhen said, his son is indeed unparalleled in the world. It’s nothing more than self-righteousness, but Wushuang is still stupid. You go and tell Fang Hongzhen that tomorrow morning, I will deliver the young master of Lishan Mountain to him.”

The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually approached, and the warrior responded and jumped out of the window.

Yan Zhefei turned around and looked at Xinghui who walked in, with the same smile on her face: "Is it all finished?"

Xinghui responded, and said casually: "There is nothing to say about this, just let him know, he can't stop me from looking for my little uncle anyway."

Yan Zhefei nodded, with a deeper smile in her eyes: "It's fine when you finish talking."

When you're done talking, it's time to leave.

The night in early summer was not long, and the sky was bright early. The waiter in the inn delivered breakfast to the room, and Yan Zhefei handed Xing Hui a bowl of porridge. When the waiter exited the room and was about to close the door, he suddenly said: "There is no need to deliver the breakfast in the Tianzi No. [-] room next door, since no one is here."

Yan Zhefei paused, her eyes fell on Xinghui, her voice was still as gentle as before: "I was gone last night."

Xinghui's hand holding the spoon paused slightly, and swallowed the porridge in his mouth without changing his expression: "You know all about it?"

Yan Zhefei cocked her lips: "Do you think you can hide it from your uncle?"

Xinghui raised his eyes, and also smiled: "I'm afraid it's not appropriate to call you uncle, Yan Zhefei, the master of Qianyong Realm, am I right?"

Yan Zhefei didn't show any surprise, but nodded, her eyes seemed to show appreciation: "Yes, but am I far from Gui Haiming?"

Xinghui nodded: "Very similar."

"Hmm." Yan Zhefei pondered for a moment, then asked again in a warm voice: "Then when did you know I wasn't?"

Xinghui put down the spoon and looked directly into her eyes: "I saw you for the first time yesterday."