Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

The road to Tianxue Mountain was not easy, the snow in the north seemed to be much heavier than in the south, and when they got off the boat, it started to snow again outside, Wu Fuqian and Yan Qiaotian said hello to each other, Then wrap your clothes tightly around your body.

Wu Fuqian grumbled as he walked: "Damn it, when will this cold weather end? I'm freezing to death."

Guan Yulong walked in the front and smiled coldly: "Leng is called Leng at a young age, I think your martial arts are for nothing."

Wu Fugan was not happy when he heard it, he walked quickly to Guan Yulong, and said eagerly: "I said, old man, can my martial arts compare with yours? If I have yours, how can I be afraid?" cold?"

Guan Yulong stared at Wu Fuqian through the flying snow, and said, "Boy, are you trying to get my idea of ​​martial arts?"

Wu Fuqian squeezed out a deep smile from the corner of his mouth, and said in a cynical tone: "Old man, you will have no descendants in the end, do you really want to lose your martial arts? You see, that old fellow Tianxue has accepted my wife , why don't you consider taking me in too?"

Guan Yulong shrugged, turned his head to look at the vast snow mountain, and said softly: "Hmph, let's see if you have the ability."

Everyone walked up to Tianxue Mountain with difficulty, and stood in front of Tianxue Palace, everyone was silent.

This is Wu Fuqian's first time here, he has never seen the old man Tianxue, and he never knew that the old man who was over a hundred years old would choose such a cold place as his retreat.

"Why didn't he choose a warmer place to stay, after all, it's too cold here, and there's nothing angry about it." Wu Fuqian asked softly beside Yan Qiaotian.

"Actually, I don't know very well. When the master was alive, he rarely let us in his study room. Even if we went in, we could only stay for a while before we could come out." Yan Qiaotian sighed softly, "Besides, the master passed away. Afterwards, I was busy dealing with the younger brother and looking for you, so I never thought of going to the master's study. But Qiu Zui stayed with the master the longest, maybe he will know."

"Is he still here?" Wu Fuqian asked.

"It should still be there. When you returned to Qingyun Club, I sent someone to look for him, but he said he wanted to serve his master for three years, so he didn't go down the mountain." Yan Qiaotian stared at the gate and murmured.

Guan Yulong, who had just watched a circle, walked up to Yan Qiaotian and asked, "Where is he?"

Yan Qiaotian didn't answer, but went straight to the door and knocked on the familiar doorbolt again.

Soon there was a familiar voice from inside the door: "Who is there, there is no one here."

Wu Fuqian couldn't help laughing and said: "No one, so who are you? Could it be a ghost?"

With a creaking sound, the door was opened from the inside, and a familiar head poked out. When he saw the smiling Yan Qiaotian, he couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Brother, why is it you?"

Qiu Zui walked up to Yan Qiaotian as if he hadn't seen anyone else at all, and stretched out his hand to pull the other's arm, but before he could pull it, he was pushed away, and said unceremoniously: "She is my daughter-in-law, why do you touch her?"

Wu Fuqian's feigned anger made Qiu Zui stunned for a moment, and then sighed softly: "It's really crossing the river and tearing down the bridge. I think you would have died long ago without me."

How could Guan Yulong have time to listen to their chatter here, he pushed the three entangled people away, and walked into the house with great strides.

Qiu Zui had never seen Guan Yulong before, so he couldn't help but ask with his eyes wide open, "Who is he? So overbearing?"

"You haven't seen him in a more domineering way. When you see him, I'm afraid your life will be in danger." Wu Fuqian waited for Guan Yulong's back, and murmured softly.

Qiu Zui looked at Yan Qiaotian in confusion, and asked, "Brother, what's the situation? The master is dead, so didn't he come to find the master?"

Yan Qiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, then stopped Qiu Zui and said, "He's not an ordinary person, we'd better be careful." After speaking, he left Wu Fugan aside and led Qiu Zui into the house alone.

When Wu Fuqian saw this, he immediately rushed up with big strides, and said loudly while he was running: "Stop, you have abducted my wife, I will never forgive you."

With hatred in front, he frowned slightly and asked softly: "Brother, was he originally this kind of person? Why is he so different from that person back then?"

"Don't pay attention to him, he probably eats too much vegetarian food recently, and he's a little angry." After finishing speaking, Yan Qiaotian continued to catch up with Guan Yulong quickly, pulling Qiu Zui along.

Guan Yulong found the place of the mourning hall with one kick. He looked at the familiar tablet on the mourning hall. The tense thread in his heart could no longer be stretched. The corners of his eyes were actually slightly moist, completely different from the image of a tough guy who was all-powerful in the past.

This was also the first time Yan Qiaotian came to pay homage to his master, he stared at the deserted mourning hall, feeling a little sour in his heart.

"Junior Brother, why don't you let me take Master away, it's too lonely for him to stay here alone." Yan Qiaotian said softly.

But before waiting for an excuse for hatred, Guan Yulong said eagerly: "If you want to take him away, I will take him away. If you killed his grandson, you can also be regarded as the murderer who killed him indirectly. What right do you have to take him away?"

"Who the hell are you? Why do you say that the senior brother killed the second senior brother? And why do you say that the senior brother killed the master?" Qiu Zui angrily stepped forward and accused.

Guan Yulong glared at him, his gaze was like a beam of lightning, trying to burn him to death.

Qiu Zui was stared at by him, and his heart couldn't help trembling slightly. He moved back unconsciously, and the tough aura of the other party made him understand that this person in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person.

Yan Qiaotian stepped forward and grabbed Qiu Zui's arm, and said calmly: "This is our master's younger brother, you should also honorably call him Master Guan."

"You are Guan Yulong?" Qiu Zui said suddenly.

Guan Yulong stared at him curiously, and asked, "How do you know my name? Did your master tell you?"

Qiu Zui shook his head silently, he sighed softly, then let go of Yan Qiaotian's arm, took two steps forward, and took out a letter from his sleeve, saying: "This is the letter I just found recently. A few days ago, I still felt very strange, how could the master write such a strange letter when he was alive, but today I understood everything when I saw the master." After finishing speaking, he handed the letter to Guan Yulong respectfully , said, "This letter is for you."

After Guan Yulong stared at him suspiciously, then all his eyes turned to the letter. He hesitated to reach out his hand, as if it was a bouquet full of thorns, which made people dare not reach out and touch it easily.