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There are lights and festoons everywhere in the city, and fireworks of five colors are constantly exploding in the night sky, which is deafening.Yao Ximu looked at the reunion of every family, and the feeling of depression in his heart was stronger than ever - if my parents were still there, and Mother Zhen was also there, I should be with them at this time.

On New Year's Eve, all shops were closed for the festival, and Shengyuanfang was also closed for business.

The crowd on the street gradually dispersed, everyone went home to celebrate the new year, the fireworks were also extinguished, and the street suddenly became empty, because of the hustle and bustle just now, it seemed even more cold and lonely now.

The pale moonlight shines on the stone road at the entrance of the alley, and the night fog gradually rises. Yao Ximu is like a ghost, floating in this quiet empty alley.Following his childhood memories, he found his former home exactly.This place has been refurbished, and the left and right houses are scattered in height, which is no longer what he remembered.

Yao Ximu stood in the shadow under the wall all night, looking at the blurry tile-roofed alley walls in the dim sky, his belief in revenge was stronger than ever.

Before dawn, he sneaked into Shengyuanfang without disturbing anyone - he went straight to Jin Dacheng's room, Jin Dacheng was extremely vigilant.As soon as Yao Ximu entered the room, a hidden weapon flew past his profile and sank into the wall behind him.

Facing Jin Mahayana, he slowly raised his head.

"Ghost?" Jin Dacheng turned pale with fright, waved his sleeves, and flew out more than a dozen hidden weapons.

Yao Ximu moved and dodged in the dim light, his movements like a charm.

"Damn boy, are you back?" Jin Dacheng was really terrified. At this moment, he saw Yao Ximu standing behind the soft curtain hanging on the ground, and his shadow fell behind him, clearly he was still human.The pajamas soaked in cold sweat were sticking cold and thin to the back, Jin Mahayana was a little dazed, only seeing the drapery swaying, and there was no shadow of Yao Ximu.

Jin Mahayana opened the curtain to look, then looked up at the beam, there was no sound on the beam.He covered his forehead and said to himself, "Did I have a dream? Did I have a fever?"

Yao Ximu didn't leave, he turned into a big snake, and swam past every room in Shengyuanfang close to the beam, and finally slipped into the kitchen driven by hunger.He picked up a chicken leg, lay on the beam and thought carefully about how to pretend to be a ghost to scare Jin Mahayana and cheat the truth.A hand stretched out from behind his back and snatched his chicken leg silently.Yao Xi broke into a cold sweat suddenly at dusk, turned his head and saw the big thief behind him with a grinning mouth, his face was unfamiliar, but his expression and behavior were all too familiar, it was undoubtedly Li Huimao.

After Li Huimao burned Zhu Huaijin's Lingxi Pond, he was too busy to see his angry and distraught ugly appearance, so he rushed to Shengyuanfang.Unexpectedly, Zhu Huaijin is not in Shengyuanfang now, nor has he returned to Lingxitang, so he has disappeared.Li Huimao didn't want to run around anymore, so he opened a room in Shengyuanfang and lived there comfortably.He is a restless person, in order to test his current martial arts, he went to the palace a few times and stole a lot of inner palace treasures, but no one found out.He became more and more unscrupulous, doing whatever he wanted in Shengyuanfang, as if entering a land without people.He ran to the kitchen and sneaked a few mouthfuls of delicious dishes when he saw them. Unexpectedly, he ran into Yao Ximu.

Li Huimao was very surprised to see that the little brother had also become a thief, and he brought Yao Ximu to his side, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, are you not going with your young master?"

The two of them hid under the beams and chit chatted, the kitchen was smoky and the pots and pans were rattling, it was really not an ideal place for conversation.Li Huimao brought Yao Ximu to the small courtyard where he lives in a familiar way.Yao Ximu was afraid of being discovered by Jin Dacheng's people, so he kept in the dark and refused to come out. Li Huimao pulled out a diaper and stuck it on his face like a magic trick, his face was full of pockmarks, no one could recognize him.

There will never be a lack of wandering prodigal sons in the world. There are a lot of homeless people, at least there are many in Shengyuanfang.They couldn't go home for various reasons, and longed for warmth and excitement, so they booked a room in Shengyuanfang before the Chinese New Year.

Jin Dacheng is a person who is very good at doing business, and it is precisely because of this that he specially provides them with family-style warm services during the Chinese New Year.

The living rooms are mostly independent courtyards, and relatives and servants of all ages are arranged according to the needs of the guests. Whether it is a beautiful wife or a white-haired grandmother, or gentle as water, or aggressive and savage, as long as the guests need it, there will be .

Even the gray-haired old butler and the little boy with hair are all available.

The person in Li Huimao's room was a kind and amiable woman with delicate features.Li Huimao had nothing to say to her, and he didn't want her to know his movements, so he just massaged her sleeping point every day and let her sleep soundly on the bed.At this time Li Huimao took Yao Ximu to the bedside, lifted the gauze curtain, looked at the woman's face, and said lightly: "She looks like my mother, I really miss my mother."

"Brother—" Yao Ximu sighed deeply, and buried his face in the opponent's chest. He could fully understand Li Huimao's difficulties.Such suffering cannot be expressed in words, it can only be felt with empathy.

"I miss my mother too." He looked at Li Huimao sadly, and said softly, "I want to avenge her."

He told Li Huimao exactly what Song Yizhi said, and Li Huimao was not surprised, he had already noticed that this matter was related to Luomei Villa, but Yao Ximu had been deceiving himself and others and did not want to believe it.

"Your father is Jiang Jingshen's sworn brother. Judging from the speed at which Meilou got the news, they probably knew the news of your family being wiped out a long time ago, and they just refused to take action."

Yao Ximu lowered his head and said nothing.

"How are you going to ask Jin Mahayana for clarification?"

"Pretending to be a ghost." Yao Ximu smiled wryly: "The young master seems to have not made the news of my reunion public. I went to try it this morning, and Jin Mahayana seemed to believe it. I plan to go again in the middle of the night and ask for clarification."

"Not good." Li Huimao curled his lips, thinking that this was a bad idea: "Jin Dacheng is not a fool, you will definitely reveal your secrets if you go again, even if he really thinks you are a ghost, he may not tell you everything."

"Another way is to ask Zhai Xiangdi from Meilou, but Zhai Xiangdi is more cautious than Jin Mahayana, I'm not sure."

Li Huimao frowned and thought for a while, then turned his head slightly towards Yao Ximu: "It's useless for you to ask them, what if your young master asks? They will know everything, don't you think?"

Yao Ximu's eyes sparkled: "You mean?"

Li Huimao proudly raised his head towards Yao Ximu, patted his chest, and said firmly, "Brother disguised you himself, there was absolutely no flaw in it, and Jiang Wanzhou thought he was looking in a mirror when he saw it."

After Li Huimao's ingenious transformation, Yao Ximu changed his face, looked at himself in the mirror, his face turned red, luckily it was covered with a layer of diaper, so it couldn't be seen.The heart in his chest was also uncontrollable, beating wildly.He lowered his eyes, afraid that Li Huimao would see his gaffe.

"Hey." Li Huimao patted him on the shoulder: "Look up and look in the mirror."

"Haha." Yao Ximu looked at Jiang Wanzhou's face in the mirror, his eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look directly: "I'm not used to it yet."

"The expression, the expression is not right." Li Huimao fixed his head from behind and forced him to look at himself in the mirror: "You know him well, imagine his usual expressions and behaviors, and try to do it. Don't Hippie smiley face, don't show expressions that don't belong to him."

Clutching the sweat in his palms, Yao Ximu tried his best to look at the face that belonged to Jiang Wanzhou. He straightened his back, restrained his eyes, took a deep breath solemnly, and recalled Jiang Wanzhou's usual expression.Fortunately, Jiang Wanzhou's face was always expressionless, Yao Ximu only needed to keep his eyes deep, serious and indifferent.Yao Ximu raised his chin slightly, looked sideways at Li Huimao, and said coldly, "How about this?"

"Well, it looks good." Li Huimao looked at him, "I'm not familiar with him, you should be careful not to show your flaws, especially when talking to Zhai Xiangdi." Li Huimao looked left and right, let out a breath, worried He reminded: "There is still a voice, try to imitate it."

In order to look more convincing, Yao Ximu urged Li Huimao to pretend to be Mo Li.Afterwards, the two sneaked out of Shengyuanfang, ran to the outskirts and walked into the city, pretending that they had just arrived in Jinling.Yao Ximu is familiar with the information transmission channels of Luomei Villa, and released the news in advance, to the effect that the young master is coming to Beijing and staying in Meilou.

Yao Ximu was dressed in white and walked into Meilou with an indifferent expression. Zhai Xiangdi and Jin Mahayana came to greet him, saluted and said, "Young Master."

Yao Ximu nodded, and said calmly: "There is no need to be too polite."

The three entered the room and sat down at the table.

Jin Dacheng poured a cup of tea for Yao Ximu, and said curiously: "Didn't the young master just send a letter saying that he returned to Luomei Villa, why did you come to Jinling again?"

"I have something to worry about, so I have to come here in person." Yao Ximu looked at Jin Dacheng with his head, and said at the beginning of the chapter: "Yao Ximu is back."

"It's really that kid!" Jin Dacheng was taken aback, and blurted out: "I saw him this morning, and I thought I saw a ghost."

Yao Ximu held back the smile in his heart, and asked sullenly, "He came to look for you?"

"I just ran away when I saw someone, I thought I was dazzled." Jin Dacheng brushed his hair habitually: "What is this kid doing when he comes back?"

Zhai Xiangdi, who had been silent all this time, said in a deep voice, "Is he here for revenge?"

Yao Ximu was noncommittal, lowered his eyes and stared at the cup in front of him, not daring to let them see the tension in his eyes.

Jin Dacheng and Zhai Xiangdi looked at each other, Jin Dacheng said: "How would he know? It was I who performed the soul-hunting technique myself, he won't remember it."

Yao Ximu couldn't help talking nonsense: "Maybe your soul-stirring technique has expired, and he may not be sure if he remembers it."

"It's absolutely impossible." Jin Dacheng shook his head.

Zhai Xiangdi squinted his eyes and thought about it, hesitated for a long time, and said slowly: "Could it be that he met an old member of the Qionglang Sect?"

"Qionglang Cult?" Yao Ximu was startled.

Zhai Xiangdi looked at him firmly, "I mentioned it to the young master, but the young master forgot?"

Yao Ximu blinked his eyes, and was about to say that he had forgotten, when a thought flashed through his mind - at the bottom of Tianxian Lake, Li Huimao told him about the Qionglang Sect, and what treasures are there, and he needs a map and travel order to enable.So he said slowly: "Remember, the treasure of the Qionglang Sect."

"The young master has sent many people to look for the maps brought by Yao Ximu over the years, but they have found nothing. I don't know if the direction is wrong, or only the holder of the map knows how to get there."

Yao Ximu's heart was beating wildly in his chest: The map I brought?What map?Is that dressing box and comb a treasure map?Could it be that I have something to do with Qionglang Sect?Is the destruction of my family related to the treasures of the Qionglang Sect?

He frowned, pretending to be thinking, and didn't dare to say another word, for fear of revealing his flaws.

The conversation fell into a brief silence.