White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

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During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, which breed thousands of flowers and plants, including wormwood. People go up to the mountain to cut and pick wormwood, hang it in the courtyard to drive away evil spirits, or grind it into thick juice and mix it with glutinous rice. Among the noodles, steamed into thick green glutinous rice balls, and the juice is boiled with aromatic herbs to dye the five-color glutinous rice.

In the cemetery on Jinfeng Island, many warriors who built Siwu came to worship. Everyone put offerings, sticking incense sticks, and burning money. strong.

Huang Yan stood on a path in Qingluan City, facing the vibrant flowers and plants in a daze, but he didn't glance at the flowers and plants.Zhu Yanfeng approached slowly, seeing from his side face that he was thinking, he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Huang Yan sighed softly: "I don't know if there is anyone in my hometown who worships my mother."

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "There are still younger generations of your family who are continuing the pilgrimage, and ancestor worship should be indispensable."

Huang Yan raised his eyes, glanced at him, and asked, "Don't you think that maybe I care more about not being able to eat the youth league from my hometown?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "You want to eat youth balls, master will hold a banquet today, there should be some."

Huang Yan was curious: "Now?"

Zhu Yanfeng nodded slightly, and replied: "Master called me to come and find you for the banquet."

Without further ado, Huang Yan followed Zhu Yanfeng to Yingqing's residence - Shuiyueju, and came to a waterside pavilion. The two bowed respectfully to Yingqing at the same time, and looked up to see Yanyan, Yaoguang Daoist and Xingchui Refiner The three elders were also there, and they hurriedly bowed respectfully to the three of them before they dared to sit down.

One seat per person, there are eight people at the banquet, only Changyue was unable to attend the banquet, and the seats and seats for eight people just fit into an eight trigrams formation.Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng were deliberately blocked by He Wukui, so Huang Yan glared at He Wukui, looking at Zhu Yanfeng, he had no choice but to lean back, looking away from behind He Wukui.

He Wukui glanced at Huang Yan out of the corner of his eye, and said helplessly, "Senior Brother Yan, don't blame me, I know that you and Senior Brother are always flirting. Master invited three other elders to hold a banquet this time. Just bear with it.

He couldn't see Zhu Yanfeng's face, so Huang Yan had no choice but to look away, looking sullenly at the green balls wrapped in ripe fragrant leaves on the plate, Yingqing was talking with the other three elders and couldn't hear anything Going in, Xinshou gently pricked a green ball in front of him with the tip of his chopsticks.

As soon as the chopsticks were pulled out, the meat floss, bean paste, and salted egg yolk filling flowed out from the small hole. Seeing this, Huang Yan immediately picked up the green dumpling and licked the stuffing that flowed out. It was not too greasy, half salty and half sweet, He lowered his mouth and took a bite.

Zhu Yanfeng turned his head to the side and saw Huang Yan enjoying the Qingtuaner calmly, so he was relieved and couldn't help but smile.

After the banquet, Zhu Yanfeng took Huang Yan's hand, walked slowly on the way back, and suddenly opened his lips: "This time, Master is hosting a banquet, Yan'er only cares about eating, doesn't say anything, and is so quiet."

Huang Yan replied: "What can I say, He Wukui is sitting next to him, as long as he likes to talk."

Zhu Yanfeng answered: "He talked a lot." Huang Yan stopped suddenly, Zhu Yanfeng was slightly stunned, and turned to ask him: "Why didn't you leave?"

Huang Yan looked at the buildings and fairy fog in the distance, saw a halo hanging there, and replied: "Let's go."

Zhu Yanfeng asked: "Go over there, relax?"

Huang Yan replied without thinking: "That's fine."

The two immediately walked to the steps and walked to that building.

On this day, the palace held a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, and Wu Yan passed through the corridor in the palace. Even if there was no wind, the wide sleeves still swayed very freely and freely with the steps, and suddenly a face cautiously protruded from the back of the pillar behind him , quietly took a look at his back, and took a step or two cautiously, preparing to sneak forward to scare the moving figure in front of him.

Before Yang Xinsu approached, Wuyan stopped calmly and abruptly, without turning his head, he said: "How long are you going to play peek-a-boo?" Yang Xinsu immediately lowered his scheming hands, and obediently walked forward, wondering Said: "I didn't make a sound, how did you know it was me..."

Wu Yan smiled lightly, and replied as a matter of course: "I have seen your sneaky figure a long time ago."

Yang Xinsu was even more puzzled, and secretly snorted.

Wu Yan asked: "Where did you sneak off to?"

Yang Xinsu confessed: "I suddenly felt anxious and went to the toilet."

Wu Yan asked: "Didn't you go to the emperor's bedroom?"

Yang Xinsu replied puzzledly: "I'm not a person who breaks promise."

Wu Yan couldn't find a flaw, so he didn't ask any more questions, but urged: "Your mother is also looking for you, go back to the altar."

Yang Xinsu left immediately, surpassed Wu Yan, and ran to the front.

Wu Yan walked a few steps, then stopped suddenly, looked at the clear sky outside the eaves of the corridor, thinking that after leaving the palace that day, Yang Qingyuan volunteered to go back to the main rudder of Xiyutai to investigate the identity of the masked man, Just because he felt that there was a trick behind that masked man and that it was related to Xue Muhua, there was no news of giving away in vain.After careful calculation, he guessed that Yang Qingyuan should have entered the helm on this day.

But his guess was not bad at all. Yang Qingyuan was indeed in the East Emperor City on this day, and returned to the main helm of Xiyutai, wearing a newly made blue robe, walking in the night, seemingly aimlessly relaxing , but looked around very attentively, and just turned around, and met Xue Muhua who was walking slowly with his attendants.

The usual mocking words came from the front: "Tonight is very different, you didn't bring your broken piano with you."

Yang Qingyuan replied flatly: "It depends on my mood whether to bring the piano or not."

Xue Muhua intentionally stopped by his side, approached him, and said in a harsh and low voice: "My wife will not enter the door until two years later. During this period, I will have many opportunities to torture you! And when you return to the main helm, you will fall into the trap of yourself. !"

Yang Qingyuan smiled calmly, as if he had no fear: "Since you are so interested, why don't you let me serve and take a bath tonight, wouldn't it be more fulfilling?"

Xue Muhua thought for a while, looked at him with his hands behind his back, but said: "I have ordered you to serve me several times, but you have refused, why do you want to serve on my own initiative tonight? Hmph, it's a pity that I am not in the mood tonight." After finishing speaking Just leave indifferently.

Because of this, Yang Qingyuan felt weird. When he returned to the main helm this time, he was already suspicious of Xue Muhua, but Xue Muhua responded with such a response tonight, which made him more affirmative.After Xue Muhua entered the bathroom, a maid put his dirty clothes into the laundry basket and came out with the basket. There was a distance from the bathroom. Yang Qingyuan seized the opportunity and jumped out from the darkness. He grabbed the maid, covered her mouth, and quickly led to the dark place.

The moment the hand was removed from the mouth, the maid immediately knelt on the ground and begged: "Master Yang, please let the little one go! The little one has been serving the master carefully, and has never disobeyed any order!"

Yang Qingyuan asked: "Let me ask you, has the master left the helm recently?"

The maid replied: "The master often leaves the helm."

Yang Qingyuan asked again: "Every time he leaves the main helm, is he alone? How long does he go out each time?"

The maid replied in the same way: "Sometimes it takes people out, and sometimes it is the head of the house alone. The longest is eight or nine days, and the shortest is three to five days."

Yang Qingyuan asked: "Did he ever tell you where he went?"

The maid replied: "The young one just occasionally heard that the headmaster told others that he was going to the Bliss Club, but he didn't say a word when he went out alone."

The clues can only be asked here, so Yang Qingyuan didn't make things difficult for this innocent little girl, and just said, "Let's go", and told her to get up and leave.

After thinking about it for a while, he concluded that Xue Muhua was indeed different. On that day, he deliberately threw gravel at the masked man in order to leave a bruise on the masked man's body, and this bruise would take an hour. The moon will disappear, and now Xue Muhua doesn't want people to see his body skin, which just coincides with it.

In the middle of the night, the world was silent, so he simply broke into Xue Muhua's bedroom. There was still a lantern on in the outer room, but the inner room was already dark, this is Xue Muhua's habit.

Yang Qingyuan walked into the inner room silently, raised the gauze curtain, and saw Xue Muhua lying on his side, sleeping soundly, so he lifted up the thin quilt, and carefully lifted up Xue Muhua's sleeves. There was a light-colored bruise on it, thinking "it really is him", then gently lowered his sleeves, turned around and left.

Before he went out to the outer room, Xue Muhua turned over on the bed at this moment, propped up his upper body, opened his lips and said: "Sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night, do you want to leave?"

Hearing this voice, Yang Qingyuan couldn't help but startled all over, and immediately turned around, surprised: "You didn't really fall asleep?"

Xue Muhua left the bed, put on his robe, and replied: "It was you who woke me up." Then there was a wicked smile on the corner of his lips: "Tonight, I took the initiative to serve and bathe, and I sneaked in What is your plan for this seat's dormitory?"

Yang Qingyuan didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he took the risk to ask: "It's you who pretended to meet Wuyan, deliberately leaked the news to him, and asked him to go to Shaole County King to fight for his life?"

Xue Muhua smiled and said: "No wonder you came back suddenly and approached me suddenly! So you are investigating this seat for Young Master Murong? Yang Qingyuan, are you so obsessed with that kid? Take a lover with your elder brother, if he knows, you can Are you sorry for him?" But it was full of sarcasm.

Yang Qingyuan blurted out: "What did you say! You knew my brother's whereabouts before?!"

Xue Muhua smiled darkly and evilly: "When he woke up from a serious injury, he still dared to be arrogant when he saw me, and even dared to roll his eyes at me! I just slashed his sky cap with one palm! He was killed on the spot! What a pity, what a pity, this seat originally I want to leave him a crippled body to play with and torment slowly!"

Yang Qingyuan clenched his fist involuntarily, then slowly loosened it, thinking: Xue Muhua, you really deserve to die!If it wasn't for my elder brother who secretly practiced the Iron Head Kungfu, with a strong Tianling Gai, and escaped from Xiyutai pretending to be dead, this kind of hatred would not be avenged!

At this moment, he just wanted to escape and tell Murong Wuyan the truth, so he immediately turned around and left, but Xue Muhua would not let him leave safely, so he immediately chased after him, and shouted loudly after chasing him in the corridor: "Come on!" Man! Come man! Catch Yang Qingyuan for me!"

Several Xiyutai disciples immediately surrounded Yang Qingyuan, stepped forward to arrest Yang Qingyuan without saying a word, and the fight started without a word.The disciple who had just come for reinforcements saw that it was Yang Qingyuan who was going to be arrested, and couldn't help but ask, "Sect Leader, why is this tonight? Did Hall Master Yang offend the Sect Leader?"

Xue Muhua only said: "It is my order to order you to arrest someone, so why are there so many nonsense!"

The disciples didn't dare to ask more questions, and just arrested people with respect.

Fighting all the way to the fifth courtyard, both sides began to be exhausted, the disciple persuaded Yang Qingyuan: "Master Yang! If you continue to fight like this, you will not be able to break through the main rudder! Our brothers don't want to hurt you, you might as well surrender first, we A few brothers will find a way to secretly rescue you out!"

The majority of Xiyutai disciples value love and righteousness, so it is absolutely true to say this, so Yang Qingyuan withdrew his moves and lowered his right hand holding the sword. The disciples immediately stepped forward to capture him and sent him to Xue Muhua before.

Xue Muhua looked at his distressed appearance, smiled triumphantly, and then gave the order: "Prison him up and whip him fifty times tomorrow! I will personally supervise him!" He stretched out his hand and squeezed his chin and lifted it up: "This Sagittarius has kept your face, is it kind and generous, isn't it?"

As soon as that hand let go of his chin, the disciples escorted him to the prison cell. He didn't say a word all the way, but went to the cell obediently, entered the cell obediently, and watched the disciples lock the cell door .