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Being pushed into the hall, Yuan Yinliu staggered a few steps before standing still.

This time, he also saw clearly the appearance of the palace.I saw that the inside of the palace is not as spacious and gloomy as the outside, but there are two rooms inside and outside, one for receiving guests and one for cleaning.Although the various furniture are made of good materials, they are obviously old objects for some years. It is estimated that they have not been replaced since they were handed down from the previous generation, or the head of the previous generation.

Yuan Yinliu walked to the inner room and saw an old man with white hair lying in the brocade quilt.His eyes are closed, his face is sallow, his hands are thin, and his breath seems to be absent. If he hadn't met Yan Zhenren more than once, Yuan Yinliu would never have thought that the withered old man lying on the bed was the all-powerful and powerful sword palace palm teach.

He had just taken three steps to the side of the couch when an old man who seemed to be asleep on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The clear eyes in the past have been replaced by cloudiness and bloodshot eyes, but after seeing clearly that it is the original sound flow, Yan Zhenren still smiled slightly and said, "Here is the sound flow...sit!"

The nearest chair was hidden in front of the bed, Yuan Yinliu walked over to move it, but did not move it.

Master Yan exhaled foul breath, slightly raised his hand, and made a move.

With palm strength turned into wind, he moved the chair to the head of the bed.

The original sound flow Shi Shiran sat down.

Yan Zhenren: "I asked you once ten years ago, and I will ask you again ten years later: how about staying in the sword palace to learn martial arts?"

Original sound stream: "Don't learn."

Yan Zhenren: "Your mother's foundation is very ordinary, and she is a genius who will not be seen in a hundred generations. As long as you have half of your mother's foundation, you will not lose to anyone in Youlu when you enter the country."

The original sound stream smiled: "I don't want to learn."

Yan Zhenren sighed: "If you don't learn martial arts, don't go down the mountain."

Yuan Yinliu also sighed: "Really, do you still have the energy to take care of me now?"

Master Yan said indifferently: "It's just that something went wrong in the practice, so don't make a fuss."

Yuan Yinliu said again: "The real person's profound art is very good. I'm afraid it's not a small problem that can make a real person lie on the bed and can't get up?"

Master Yan closed his eyes and remained silent.

Original sound stream: "A real person? A real person?"

He called twice, but he didn't see Master Yan answering, so he couldn't help but leaned closer, took a closer look at Master Yan, and saw that Master Yan was as angry as a thread, and his face was like gold paper, he was only more alive than a dead person.

Original sound stream: "..."

He slowly took out a folding fan from his sleeve and shook it open.The fan is as thin as the wings of a cicada, and with a wave of the hand, the sunlight is caught, and the particles live on the fan.

After fanning the wind a few times like this, Yuan Yinliu propped his forehead and said: "Oops, I'm in big trouble."

Outside the side hall, the rest of the people have been sent by Xue Tianzong to tidy up Yuan Yinliu's room.Xue Tianzong himself stood in the garden with Duanmu Xu, waiting for the original sound stream.

Not long after, there was a "squeak" from the door, and the two turned their heads in unison. Seeing Yuan Yinliu's serious expression, he walked out.

Duan Muxu asked in a deep voice: "The sound is coming out, how is the master?"

Yuan Yinliu said solemnly: "The head of the sect is sick and in pieces, and he fell into a coma without saying a few words."

As soon as these words came out, Duanmu Xu's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't care about exchanging pleasantries, he rushed into the side hall, came to Yan Zhenren's bed, and held his hand to hold his pulse.

After a while, Duan Muxu put down the master's wrist, as if he had expected it, although his expression was heavy, but not very urgent, he turned to the original sound stream and asked, "What did the master say?"

The original sound flowed smoothly: "The real person told me about the past, and said that he would lend me a glimpse of Li Yuchen's sword."

Xue Tianzong, who also followed into the room, glanced at Yuan Yinliu, this glance was as quick as lightning, and there seemed to be a little disbelief in it.

But at the next moment, Duanmu Xu smiled kindly at Yuan Yinliu: "That's right, the sect leader has indeed ordered so."

Original Sound Stream: Huh?

Duan Muxu said word by word: "The headmaster ordered: 'The original sound flows into the gate wall of the Sword Palace, and you can hold the Yuchen sword away'."

Original sound stream: "But I have no idea of ​​joining the Sword Palace..."

Duanmuxu ignored the original sound stream, turned to Xue Tianzong and said: "Bring the original west building into the well-packed abode, tomorrow at the Jietian Hall, the original west building will choose a mentor to enter the gate wall of the Sword Palace."

Original sound stream: "..."

Xue Tianzong: "Yes, Third Martial Uncle."

There has just been a new snowfall on the mountain, and the snow is shallow and not enough.

After Jie Tiandian came out, Xue Tianzong's two disciples and Yan Zhenci were sent to the Jiangong Jingshe together to decorate the room for Yuan Yinliu.

All the gold, silver and jade decorations in the Sword Palace, brocade quilts and Qiluo were moved into the Abode.Luo You spread the velvet quilt as light as a cloud on the bed, Chu Han carried the seven-treasure coral in the corner of the room, and Yan Zhenci brought a plate of ivory and root carvings of dragon boats from the Palace of Treasures and jade girls from the Fairy Palace. It is ready to be placed on the Duobao Pavilion.

Putting these things halfway, Luo You finally couldn't bear it anymore, put the things away, grabbed the two people beside him excitedly and said: "I knew it, I knew it, look at the earnest and caring appearance of the third master, and listen again." The third master said that the head of the sect is seriously ill and should see Yuan Yinliu! Alas, the gossip that was circulated in the Sword Palace before is actually true! Yuan Yinliu is really the blood of our head!"

Yan Zhenci couldn't believe it: "Why is Yuan Yinliu the blood of the head? Even if the head is quite concerned about Yuan Yinliu, it doesn't mean that the head has... something with Yuan Yinliu."

Luo You coughed, and said mysteriously: "Brother Yan, didn't I swear to you before that Yuan Yinliu would be our little uncle? The root of this actually came from Yuan Yinliu's mother. Yuan Yinliu's mother's surname is Wu, and her name is Yi Really. Wu Zhenren has an extraordinary appearance, and his name is Youlu. He is the number one beauty in Youlu. Nine out of ten of Youlu’s famous heroes fell under her pomegranate skirt, and the rest were not close. Femininity...cough, anyway, gentlemen are gentlemen, our head fell in love with Wu Zhenren, and we have been alone with Wu Zhenren, but..."

"However, since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and the world is not allowed to see gray hair. That year, the dirty land changed, and Wu Daoist died. From then on, the farewell was a farewell, and the beautiful woman's soul could not enter the dream. Under the heartache, the head of the sect killed his love and devoted himself to the Dao—" Another voice sounded and answered Luo You's words.

Several people in the abbot turned their heads together, and saw Yuan Yinliu standing in front of the fence in the outer courtyard, answering the conversation leisurely.Beside him, there was Xue Tianzong with a serious face.

"This, this...Master, Mr. Yuan, you, are you here?" Luo You rarely stammered.

"Yes." Yuan Yinliu sighed, "I didn't want to come here, but the Sword Palace refused to let me go—"

"Young Master Yuan, let's rest first." Xue Tianzong uttered a word, and with a sharp glance, Luo You and Chu Han quickly jumped to Xue Tianzong's back as if springs were attached to their bodies.

Xue Tianzong said again: "Young Master Yuan, you can fast and meditate here. Tomorrow afternoon, you and I will be in the same sect."

The original sound stream stopped the person: "Daoist Xue."

Xue Tianzong stopped in his tracks: "What's the matter?"

Yuan Yinliu said with a smile: "Xue Daochang is known as the 'East Sword', he is the head of three generations of disciples, but he has won the most precious sword palace, the Li Yuchen Sword?"

Xue Tianzong said coldly: "Young Master Yuan, don't bother trying to provoke me. Let's wait for tomorrow's apprentice acceptance ceremony in peace."

After saying that, he stopped staying and left with his disciples.

Outside the jingshe is Xiaoxiao Yuzhu.After Polygonatum odoratum, Mojian Cliff is faintly visible.

Xue Tianzong stopped halfway, and said to the third person besides the two apprentices: "What are you doing with me? Where's your master?"

Yan Zhenci did not follow Xue Tianzong, but was just preparing to go to the main peak.

Before he could answer, Xue Tianzong frowned: "Are you a disciple of the Outer Sect? Forget it, don't go back to the Outer Sect for the time being, stay at the Abode and do a sweeping job, mainly responsible for the room of the original sound flow."

Words: "..."

But... I have to say that Xue Tianzong's proposal is actually not bad, despite the not-so-nice name.He was taken from the outer door to the inner door all at once, and he followed beside the illegitimate son who was obviously going to be popular soon.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, Xiang Zhenci really turned back to the Abode, stood outside and said, "Young Master Yuan, Master Xue sent me over to take care of the chores around you. Do you have any orders?"

There was a moment of silence.

Yuan Yinliu's weak voice came from inside: "Bring me water, I want to take a bath and change clothes."

The pillow words: "There is Shu Yuquan behind the jingshe."

Yuan Yinliu replied slowly: "I want to wash my heart with water."

Xixin Pond is one of the 89 cold springs in the Sword Palace. It is close to Shuyu Pond, the source of Shuyu Spring, but one is the water of the cold pool in the mountain, and the other is the water of the glacier in the mountain.

Yan Zhenci didn't refuse, he agreed to the request, and then dug out the big wooden barrel for bathing, and fetched water from the Xixinchi.

All the way up the winding mountain road, Yan Zhenci soon came to the Xixin Pool.

The water quality of this pond is actually good, but it is hidden deep in the mountains and surrounded by trees, so it is usually inaccessible.Yan Zhenci came here with a wooden bucket, submerged the whole wooden bucket in the water, and counted three breaths silently. When he was about to lift it up, he inadvertently raised his eyes, but saw the purple tiles of Jietian Temple through the gaps in the leaves.

Yan Zhenci paused, stood up, brushed away the leaves, looked forward, and saw the side hall where the master was located behind the Jietian Temple.

When the water in the heart-washing pool is really selected, heated, and fills an idle pool, it is already the tip of the moon.

Although it was a bit late, Yuan Yinliu was quite satisfied with Yan Zhen's uncompromising words, except that his clothes were submerged in the water, and he let out a comfortable sigh.

Yan Zhenci stood outside: "It's a little late to pick up water today, but it's not because the mountain road is difficult to walk."

Original sound stream: "Huh?"

Words and pillows: "I was a little surprised when I saw the side hall behind Jietian Hall directly by the Xixin Pool, so I lingered there for a while."

Yuan Yinliu asked lazily: "So, what did you see?"

Words: "I didn't see anything, I only saw that the elders recognized by the Sword Palace have all entered and left the side hall."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a while, looked up, and saw the flowers and trees under the moon, beautiful and beautiful in the white mist.

He asked: "I heard that when Mr. Yuan was in Yuanfu, someone asked someone to go to Widow Wang's steamed stuffed bun shop on Xijing North Street at the moment the sun rose, and buy a drawer of the fifth steamed stuffed bun out of ten steamed stuffed buns." ' Habit, is there any particularity in this?"

There was only the sound of "crawling" water from inside, probably the bather was pouring water on his body with a ladle.

After a while, the sound of water disappeared, and Yuan Yinliu said confidently:

"That basket of buns is the best."

I don't believe a word of words.