Travel thousands of miles in my life

The Cang Sect is not very famous in Jianghu, it is just a local sect in Xiazhou City, and the sect focuses on fingering and boxing.

Sect master Chen Diancang is the third generation of disciples assigned by Cang. The previous two generations were all mediocre, and it was under his hands that this little-known sect had some improvement.

Chen Diancang, if you want to talk about it, is really a genius in fingering and martial arts, but he is not a good father or master.

The moment Yan Wuxin walked into that door, he had this inexplicable feeling in a trance.

The door is painted reddish brown, and the years of carving have made it lose its luxurious color, making it more mottled and dull.As soon as you enter and pass through the corridor, you will find the mourning hall with white banners hanging all around.The mourning hall was frighteningly empty. There were no guests who came to express their condolences, nor the relatives and friends of the deceased.Only the pear-blossom coffin sat alone, but countless extravagant sacrifices were placed in front of it.

There was only a woman in a woman's bun kneeling there with her head down, burning paper money.

Seeing someone coming, the woman raised her head, revealing a pale face. She stood up, pressed the corners of her eyes with a piece of exquisite lotus handkerchief, then stood up, looked at the two of them and asked: "Two The bit is...?"

Monk Wuxi made her feel uncomfortable looking at her vigilant eyes, Mao hated it.He suppressed his uncomfortable feeling, clasped his hands together and said a Buddha's name: "My condolences to the benefactor. The poor monk is an old friend of Master Chen. Passing through this place, I am here to express my condolences."

Yan Wuwu also took a step forward, and said: "The family teacher and the head of the Diancang sect are old friends for many years. After hearing about the tragedy of Cang's sect, I felt heartbroken. I specially ordered me to come down to comfort the master of the old sect."

After saying these words, the woman's gaze at them finally softened, and she blessed her and said: "My concubine's name is Chen Lianqing, and the junior sister who disappeared is my ineffective younger sister."

Her voice was cold, and her face was extraordinarily calm.

Of course Monk Wuxi knew that Chen Diancang was right, but he didn't know anything about his family members.It was also the first time he had heard that besides the jewel in his palm, Chen Lianyue, the Master Cang had also had a married daughter.

Why is there only such a woman guarding the spirit of such a huge Cang appointed?

Seemingly seeing what he was thinking, the woman sneered, wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and said: "The master's thoughts are also my concubine's doubts."

Her voice suddenly became high, and she seemed extremely excited: "This dignified Cang appointed, why is there no one to look for my sister?! Could it be that they are all dead?!" The voice was mixed with internal force, in the mourning hall Non-stop echo.Monk Wuxi frowned, this woman is actually good at martial arts.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't heard Yan Wuxin speak for a long time.He quickly turned around to look for it, and when he looked for it, he was startled, and this bastard even raised his foot and rushed into other people's inner room.

"Old Yan, what are you doing?" He stepped forward and grabbed Yan Wuwu who was about to push the door, "Be careful of telling the truth!"

"Shhh, listen." Yan Wuwu reminded softly while concentrating.

Wuxi frowned and listened for a while, then found a burst of anger coming from the inner room.This is what they thought they heard in front of the street.Monk Wuxi didn't feel anything, but Yan Wuwu narrowed his eyes.

"Master...Master, please, send someone to find Yue'er...please." A woman knelt on the ground, crying hoarsely, and a long man stood in front of her. Seeing a bearded man, the man showed concern and said: "That unfilial girl has nothing to do with me, Chen Diancang. If you want to find it yourself, I will never bother with her if I say no."

"Master, you can't do this... Yue'er is your own daughter after all! If you don't care, no one can control her life!" The woman crawled on the ground a few times and hugged Chen Diancang It’s okay if she didn’t mention it, but Chen Diancang’s face immediately changed when he mentioned it, he kicked the woman hard, and angrily said: “You shameless thing! You taught such a shameless thing! Dare to run out to spend the night with this man! Tell me, where will I put my face?"

After finishing speaking, the man in a rage raised his foot to kick the woman again.

Chen Lianqing, who was standing in the outer room, heard the voice, secretly thought it was bad, and ran in quickly, rushing up to stop her father firmly.

Chen Diancang waved his sleeves and said angrily, "Let me go!"

Seeing that she couldn't hold him back, Chen Lianqing hurriedly shouted for help outside.Of the two people standing outside, she didn't know about the fat man, but she knew about the other tall man, the famous ranger Yan Wuwu, who had to take care of everything.

The father's slap with some internal strength was about to fall on the face, Chen Lianqing closed her eyes in despair, suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air, Chen Diancang's hand was twisted by something, and lost strength.

"Who is it?!" Chen Diancang stared at the door.Chen Lianqing hurriedly supported her mother and walked aside.

"I wonder if Patriarch Chen can not be in a hurry to ask some details for the time being?" A deep male voice sounded at the door, Chen Diancang stared at it, and after recognizing who it was, his face instantly turned pale and pale.

"Yan Youxia, I've admired you for a long time." He saluted perfunctorily, turned around and sat down, "What's the matter with Yan Youxia here?"

"I just came to express my condolences." Yan Wujiu said with a smile on his face that he didn't want to talk more: "Master Chen, let's go and find my daughter. The girl was raised by her family, and it's not easy to suffer outside."

Hearing this, Chen Diancang's face became even more ugly, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a blunt tone: "This is a matter of mine, it has nothing to do with Yan Youxia! Now that the condolences are over, I won't force you to stay. Let's go."

I don't know what kind of hatred made the leader of this faction have such a bad attitude, but Yan Wuwu still smiled on his face, as if he didn't hear it at all.Smiling and nodding to Chen Lianqing, she went out.

"Wait! Mr. Yan!" Yan Wuwu hadn't even stepped out of the threshold of the Chen Mansion when he was stopped by someone from behind.

Monk Wuxi glanced back and smiled maliciously, "The little lady is here."

Chen Lianqing was three feet away from the two of them, and suddenly his knees gave way and he fell to the ground. Yan Wuxi frowned, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to help.Unexpectedly, the woman pushed his hand away, and kowtowed three times respectfully, trembling, with such force that when she raised her head, there was even blood oozing from her forehead.

"Why are you bothering?" Yan Wuwu sighed, "Just tell me what you want me to do."

"I just hope that the young hero can find my ineffective younger sister. It doesn't matter whether it is life or death, as long as there is a promise." Chen Lianqing couldn't hold back her tears at this time, and she didn't have the calmness and self-control she had when she first met her, "Please Please, Lian Yue is still young..."

Yan Wuwu couldn't see the tears the most, he hesitated for a moment and was about to speak, but the monk Wuxi stopped him, winked at him and said: "I'm going to the Green Ant Villa soon, so you can help her find it in your free time?"

"I know." Yan Wuxin shook his head, and said softly: "Yan never promises what can't be done, I can only help you find it for three days. For these three days, Yan will do his best."

Chen Lianqing wanted to say something, but seeing that his expression was serious and did not seem to be fake, she took out a neatly stacked paper bag from her purse, unfolded it, and it was the portrait of the missing little daughter Chen Lianyue.She said earnestly, "I asked. A woodcutter said that the last time he saw Yue'er was at Yangzhi Mountain. You might as well go and have a look around there first."

"It's all done, go directly to the flower viewing party after finishing it." Monk Wuxi whispered.

Chen Lianqing bid farewell to the two after thanking them a thousand times.

"Monk, what do you think of that Chen Lianqing?" Yan Wuxin walked aimlessly on the streets of Miaozhou.

"It's just an interesting stupid girl, you really don't care about it anymore." Monk Wuxi snorted, his words tinged with disdain.

"You can't say that, she is a smart person." Yan Wuwu said in a low voice, "Martial arts don't look low."

"Don't tell me that you have a crush on her, or we will break off our friendship. Although I am a monk, I have never had a married woman." Monk Wuxi was shocked by his words, and quickly declared his love. position.

"..." Yan Wuxin had nothing to say.

When will this monk stop pretending to be all these sensual things?

"Come on, let's expose this matter. Where is the flower viewing party?"

"It's a coincidence, it's in Yangzhi Mountain." Wu Xi took out the post from his pocket, gave him a look, and said with a smile, "Green Ant Villa, I went there a few years ago."

Yan Wuwu didn't think much of it. Green Ant Villa has a good reputation in the world. The old owner of the villa has achieved great success, while the young owner of the villa has a promising future.

He spread his hands indifferently, and said, "I always feel that going this time will not be a good thing."

"Bah! Bah! You damn Yan Wuwu!" Monk Wuxi spat, "Shut your crow's mouth!"

After being tricked countless times, Monk Wuxi has a deep understanding of Yan Wuwu's crow's mouth.As long as this guy has some bad premonition, that premonition will definitely come true.

… What kind of metaphysics is this? Monk Wuxi couldn't figure it out even if he tried his best.Is it really a good spirit but not a bad spirit?

At night, the shadows of the trees in Miaozhou City were dancing, and it was raining heavily, and the sound of the pattering water was pervasive.There was no one around, only the sound of a few night owl horns, piercing the long night.Sporadic lights lit up in the dilapidated ruined temple, and at the same time there were several figures in it.

"Hurry up, don't let things get wet."

"May the lord spare your life..." A young voice tremblingly pleaded.

"You are a meritorious person, the Lord will reward you." Another hoarse voice that seemed to be squeezed out of his throat comforted.

"My father is old, I can't let him do this anymore." The young voice said with a choked voice.

Suddenly there were small sounds from the corner of the ruined temple, and these few rustling sounds were particularly obvious in the silence.

"Who's there?!" The man with a hoarse voice suddenly became vigilant, and he walked towards the corner hidden in the shadows with a knife in his hand.

The candlelight flickered a few times, and the atmosphere became more disturbing.

"Look what I found?" The man came back from the corner, smiled triumphantly, grabbed a young girl in his hand, and dragged him all the way. The girl kept struggling, "A little mouse."

"Let her go, my lord, she didn't see anything." The young voice couldn't bear it.

The girl seemed to be stupefied with fright just now, she was speechless in a daze, but now she reacted with a pale face and bit her lower lip firmly.

"That's not allowed, but for the sake of this little thing being quite obedient—" the man held tightly the girl's waving hands, raised the knife, and swung it down, "Let's go!"

The young man couldn't bear to turn his head away. The girl's bright eyes were still imprinted in his mind. At this time, those beautiful eyes had become dim.

The rain stopped.

A team of men in gray bunts and masks flashed out from the ground and loaded several boxes onto the carriage.

The few remaining people carefully cleaned the ruts left by the carriage and restored the bushes to their original state.

After doing all this, several people quickly followed the carriage and left.

The night has returned to silence, and the truth is silent in this endless silence, waiting for the day when it will finally reappear in the world.