Jianghu are all masters

98.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt very guilty.

Calculating carefully, it has been a month since he started.

But he didn't even finish memorizing the first few pages of the sword manual, and he only practiced for a quarter of an hour from beginning to end.

And senior brother, under such circumstances, is still memorizing the sword manual, no wonder senior senior brother's martial arts are so good... Senior senior brother is simply the hope of their sect!

Zhang Xiaoyuan made up his mind, after watching the bustle and going back to his room at night, he must memorize the sword manual and study hard!Win glory for Master!

Pei Wuluan gave orders to the master and walked back again.

"The room in the league is tight, maybe we have to feel wronged to live together." Pei Wuluan looked at Xing Yan cautiously, "However, men and women can't get married, so Mr. Pei has asked someone to prepare a room for Miss Xing alone."

Xing Yan smiled softly at him: "Then I would like to thank Leader Pei."

Zhang Xiaoyuan looked at the new line of words that appeared above her head, and felt that Xing Yan's prejudice against Pei Wuluan... was really big.

"It's useless to please, dog man."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

They followed the principal and left. Hua Liuque seemed extremely anxious and wanted to go back to the room to rest immediately. Pei Wuluan pulled Pei Jun aside and whispered to the side. I understood what the two of them said.

Pei Wuluan grabbed Pei Junze's arm, as if grasping the last straw: "Help me..."

Pei Junze: "I will write to my foster father to explain."

Adoptive father?

Zhang Xiaoyuan paused.

He watched the excitement for so long, combined with the things that happened before, the "foster father" that Pei Jun said should be referring to Mo Wentian, the leader of the Demon Cult.

So he wasn't Mo Wentian's biological son?

Thinking about it carefully, Pei Jun had written on his head the son of Mo Wentian, the leader of the Demon Cult, that's all, nothing else, if the adopted son had a better relationship, he would treat him as his own, not to mention that Pei Jun could stay by Mo Wentian's side He turned 15 years old, saying that he is Mo Wentian's son, there seems to be no problem.

Then he is called Pei Wuluan's father...he can't really be the parent and child of Pei Wuluan and a certain confidante of his, right?

Zhang Xiaoyuan became more and more curious.

But now he also knows another thing - Eldest Senior Brother probably knows the truth, and Eldest Senior Brother never hides it from him, as long as he asks, Senior Senior Brother will say that after returning to the room tonight, he must ask from Senior Senior Brother Tell the truth!

……

When they walked to the courtyard where they were going to live, they saw Ke Xingwen, the chief disciple of Sanhua Palace, hurrying out holding a book.

He lowered his head and almost bumped into Lu Zhaoming who was walking in the front. He hurriedly stopped and apologized to Lu Zhaoming, saying: "Young man, I'm sorry, I—"

Seeing Lu Zhaoming's face, he swallowed the second half of the sentence, and even subconsciously straightened his back and tightened his hips.

As Zhang Xiaoyuan expected, Ke Xingwen, the eldest disciple of Sanhua Palace, really only felt pain in his buttocks when he saw the senior brother.

Lu Zhaoming didn't remember who he was for a long time ago, he didn't even think about it, nodded his head slightly, and then continued to walk into the house, Ke Xingwen stepped aside cautiously, and stood aside, as if to watch a few people leave.

But he saw the sparrow.

He opened his eyes slightly, as if he had seen something unbelievable, he was stunned for a moment, and he just mumbled: "Junior Brother Hua?"

He shook his head, as if very annoyed, but lowered his head even lower.

It seemed that he felt that even saying that sentence was a very bad thing.

Hualiuque didn't respond, he just pretended that he didn't see Ke Xingwen, still walking in a hurry, very anxious, rushed into the yard and began to look for his room.

Just now, the gossip between the leader of the martial arts alliance and the leader of the Demon Sect was so exciting that Zhang Xiaoyuan almost forgot the story of Hualiuque and Sanhua Palace.

Mei Len'an was Hua Liuque's former master, why did he seem to not know each other when they met...or maybe what happened back then was too embarrassing, so they deliberately pretended not to know each other look like?

It's understandable that Mei Len'an didn't remember Hua Liuque, he had hundreds of apprentices, except for a few direct disciples, the rest were just names. Instructing his apprentices to practice martial arts, and because Sanhua Palace has too many sects and strict rules, many people have been expelled from the sect over the years. He may not remember who Hua Liuque is at all.

But how could Hualiuque not remember Mei Lenan?

Zhang Xiaoyuan frowned, first looked at the top of Ke Xingwen's head, there was only a sentence of his identity introduction, and then looked at the top of Hualiuque's head...it was empty, not even the exclamation for Xing Yan was gone.

Among Zhang Xiaoyuan's acquaintances, Hualiuque is the one who is very easy to understand. As long as he has an idea in his mind, Zhang Xiaoyuan cannot fail to see it, but now... Maybe Hualiuque really never thinks about anything.

When he saw Ke Xingwen and his former fellow apprentice, his mind was in a mess, so he didn't think about anything, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Zhang Xiaoyuan began to feel that everyone around him, except him, had a story to tell.

Including the elder brother who seems to know everything, but never says anything.

99.

As Zhang Xiaoyuan expected, Hualiuque was pitifully thrown into the same room with Jiang Jianyu, and Zhang Xiaoyuan lived with Lu Zhaoming again smoothly.

After Zhang Xiaoyuan returned to the room, he carefully closed the door to prevent anyone from overhearing his private nonsense, and then turned to ask Lu Zhaoming, calling: "Brother!"

Lu Zhaoming put down his luggage, as if he knew what he wanted to ask, and answered, "Yes, I have known President Pei since I was a child."

Zhang Xiaoyuan seemed inexplicably embarrassed: "Then...why didn't you tell me when I was talking to you about President Pei that day."

Lu Zhaoming looked calm, and replied lightly: "It's quite interesting."

His expression didn't look like he was interested.

Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't mince words with him, and asked him straightforwardly: "Did you know who Brother Pei's biological mother is from the beginning?"

Lu Zhaoming nodded: "I heard from Master."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Who is it?"

"It's League Leader Pei's senior sister." Lu Zhaoming said, "Leader Pei should be regarded as his adoptive father."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Both are foster fathers.

Zhang Xiaoyuan vaguely felt that he understood something.

Adopting the children of the deceased brothers and sisters in the family, treating them as if they were their own, is a very rare and common story.

It's just that in most of these stories, the adopter will not be as secretive as Pei Wuluan, even if he bears the name of a heartless prodigal, he still insists that the child is his own.

Pei Wuluan was born in a decent family, so he can adopt his senior sister's child openly and aboveboard. In the eyes of outsiders, this is definitely a commendable act of righteousness. If Zhang Xiaoyuan guessed correctly, there should be many things in it that are not known to outsiders. story.

Lu Zhaoming had already sat down at the table. He poured himself a cup of tea. He probably felt hungry. He picked up the cakes on the plate on the table, hesitated a little, took a piece, and took a bite carefully. He frowned again, probably because the taste was not very good, neither swallowed nor vomited. After a long pause, he still swallowed the thing in his mouth.

Zhang Xiaoyuan also pulled out the chair, sat next to Lu Zhaoming, and said, "Brother, Hua Liuque just met Palace Master Mei, do you know what happened between them?"

Lu Zhaoming shook his head: "Of course I don't know."

He was frowning, looking at the pastry he had already bitten into in his hand, he seemed extremely hesitant.

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "I'm a little worried about him."

Lu Zhaoming stuffed the remaining cakes into his mouth.

"Besides, that Ke... the chief disciple of Sanhua Palace, why did he appear in this courtyard?" Zhang Xiaoyuan said, "He also lives in this courtyard, right?"

"No." Lu Zhaoming said, "No, no, no."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw that Lu Zhaoming was covering his mouth, probably choking. Zhang Xiaoyuan was startled, and poured water for Lu Zhaoming in a hurry, saying, "Brother! Throw it away, don't force yourself!"

Lu Zhaoming coughed twice, finally swallowed the pastry, and said, "Waste."

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Lu Zhaoming added: "Melen'an probably didn't recognize him."

As he said this, he stretched out a finger, and pushed the plate of pastries on the table farther away, and then pushed it all the way in front of Zhang Xiaoyuan, before he withdrew his hand.

"I always feel that there is something wrong with Hualiuque." Zhang Xiaoyuan sighed deeply, "And...elder brother, do you know what relationship President Pei has with the Demon Cult?"

Lu Zhaoming asked back, "What does he have to do with the Devil's Cult?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan shut up.

Well, it seems that at least in this matter, the elder brother doesn't know anything.

……

In the evening, after eating, Zhang Xiaoyuan sat in the yard to breathe, and watched Ke Xingwen return to the yard.

Sure enough, he also lives in this yard.

Zhang Xiaoyuan felt embarrassed. After all, when the senior brother kicked him off the stage, Ke Xingwen fell right in front of him. He felt that Ke Xingwen would think of some humiliating past when he saw him, so he consciously hid in the house, but listened to the door of the next room. With a sound, Ke Xingwen entered the room next door to him.

Lu Zhaoming was wiping his sword in the house, when he saw Zhang Xiaoyuan rushing in, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan said in a low voice, "Eldest brother, Ke Xingwen is next door."

Lu Zhaoming asked, "Ke Xingwen?"

He didn't seem to know who this name was, so Zhang Xiaoyuan had no choice but to explain, "It's the big disciple of Sanhua Palace that you kicked down that day."

Lu Zhaoming remembered: "He is next door, so what?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Ke Xingwen and his master—"

He paused, not knowing where he should explain the strange news he had heard. After thinking for a while, he was about to use the excuse of a storyteller when the door next door rang again, and he faintly heard Ke Xingwen say in surprise: "Master, How did you come?"

There was a wall separating the two rooms, Ke Xingwen's voice was very vague and not very clear, but he was probably too surprised, and even his voice became louder, Zhang Xiaoyuan could hear it clearly, even Lu Zhaoming He raised his head slightly, and looked at the wall connecting the two rooms.

Mei Len'an's voice was soft, Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't hear what he said clearly.

Ke Xingwen said again: "Master! This is in the Wulin League!"

Mei Len'an also raised her voice, crying out mournfully, "What's wrong in the Wulin League!"

Ke Xingwen: "Away from home—"

Melanian: "In the Wulin League! You don't love me anymore!"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Lu Zhaoming: "..."