White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Unforgettable past◎

One night a long time ago, Xiling Changyue was walking on the path with a lantern in his hand, intending to follow this path to his dormitory, but he turned his head inadvertently, and saw a flashing light in a pavilion to the northeast on the left hand side. A little light.Even in the martial arts training ground in the mountains, theft and fire prevention are daily homework, so she went there to find out what happened.

Stepping into the pavilion, Changyue first temporarily hung the lantern on the first floor, and then carefully climbed up the steps. Gradually, the front was turned from darkness to dim lights, and a low, unknown moan sounded faintly.Changyue was stunned for a moment, then continued to go up, upstairs, the brightest place was the room in front, the door was unlocked, revealing a gap, the light leaked from the gap, and the low That's where the source of the moans came from.

She approached the door softly, and looked inside through the gap, it was a scene of surprise.

Standing in front of the partition were two men, all their clothes and robes were casually thrown on the table and chairs, the pair of grapefruits were facing the door, three thousand blue hairs were scattered on the back, one was silver-white hair, the other was jet-black hair Si, one is his younger brother-Huang Yan, and the other is his senior brother-Zhu Yanfeng.

Huang Yan lightly supported the partition, slightly raised the tip of his chin, and there was a low sigh between his teeth. Zhu Yanfeng supported him, and kept slapping his pomelo in front of him, playing a crisp music. His unapplied lotus was attached to the partition, and the unapplied lotus also flitted across the smooth and clean partition surface due to slight vibrations.

As soon as Zhu Yanfeng withdrew, a pool of water suddenly gushed out from the depths of the abyss, and fell to the ground tick-tock. Zhu Yanfeng lifted his silver-white hair, and two petals swam frantically across the back of his neck and spine, and crawled across with his fingers. Shuangyou came to the front, flirting with his peach red cinnamon, he turned his head slightly and looked back, the four petals met affectionately, and the cloves of each other were entangled endlessly.

When Zhu Yanfeng patted the pomelo patiently again, Huang Yan sighed like crazy, and said in a low voice: "Master...brother, please, let me sink even more..." After a while, he clung to the partition The unapplied lotus flower that didn't want to let go spilled water, dripping down along the partition.

Changyue outside the door understood what was going on, so she couldn't hide her astonishment, opened her eyes wide, couldn't help covering her mouth with her hands, stepped back step by step, and hurried downstairs as soon as she turned around.

This past has been kept deep in Changyue's memory. When I returned to Qingluan City that day, when I walked through the path, I happened to see two figures standing at the corner of the second floor corridor of the pavilion. They were Zhu Yanfeng and Huang Huang. Yan, Huang Yan leaned frivolously on the guardrail, facing Zhu Yanfeng, and Zhu Yanfeng approached him for a chat. This action reminded Changyue of the past scene, but it was a pity that the current guardians were not the two of them, so he couldn't help but feel contemptuous. sigh.

"Is it Senior Sister?"

The call came from above the pavilion, and the tone was a little arrogant. Changyue heard the sound and looked, and met Huang Yan's gaze.

Zhu Yanfeng also looked over, and asked, "Is this summoned by Master?"

Changyue nodded lightly, then continued to walk forward.

Huang Yan looked at her quiet back, and said to Zhu Yanfeng with a slight smile: "I have an extra junior sister, I'm afraid I need to take care of her."

Zhu Yanfeng replied naturally: "Women know women best."

Huang Yan said: "She is not a real woman, after all, she is the one who sacrificed and ordered the priest to be reborn."

Zhu Yanfeng changed the subject: "Master must have summoned Changyue today to explain that important test."

Huang Yan couldn't help but said: "You said there are five of us, which one will test the junior sister first?"

Zhu Yanfeng said bluntly: "I don't know, it all depends on Master's arrangement."

Huang Yan said with a slight smile: "I am a special test, and I must be at the bottom."

Zhu Yanfeng gently held Huang Yan's hand, Huang Yan suddenly stood up straight, pulled Zhu Yanfeng away, and asked him as he walked, "How many books do you have left? Lend me some."

Zhu Yanfeng was curious: "I just bought a knife-thick paper last month, and it's used up so soon?"

Huang Yan was a little helpless: "It will be used up as long as it is used, and I can only use yours before making up."

Zhu Yanfeng agreed: "I'll go back to Ziyanzhai to get it for you first, how much do you want?"

Huang Yan said: "One or two knives."

Half an hour later, Zhu Yanfeng was holding a thick bamboo tube, and went to the Jinyun Building alone. There were papers in the bamboo tube, which almost filled the entire bamboo tube. He walked into the bedroom of the small building on the north side of the Jinyun Building. Huang Yan happened to be washing his face. Zhu Yanfeng put the bamboo tube lightly on the table and told him: "I brought it here."

There were a few knife-thick books on the table, full of ink stains, and there was a faint fragrance of ink. Zhu Yanfeng casually picked up the top one, looked at it in front of him, and couldn't help saying: "So you It was writing this that took so much paper.”

Huang Yan smiled slightly, with drops of water on his face, before he wiped his face, he replied: "It's even more unexpected to you that the name that people who love to read such books always mention is me."

Zhu Yanfeng suddenly realized: "No wonder you refuse to ask for the book written by Tian Xiangchen." Hastily asked: "Does the city lord know?"

Huang Yan dried his face, turned around and replied, "I can't tell him."

Zhu Yanfeng agreed: "That's right. The city lord loves this kind of book, and he may not be able to stand the excitement if he knows it." After putting the page of the manuscript back neatly, he said, "You will rely on this as your livelihood in the future?"

Huang Yan turned around and walked to the table: "That's not necessarily true." He picked up the bamboo tube, took out the white paper, weighed it, put it directly on the table, and gently rolled up the ink-stained book After rising, put it in a bamboo tube.

Zhu Yanfeng suddenly asked: "The city lord said that he wanted to investigate the head of Xiyutai. Was there any connection between Xiyutai and Mufeng Society?"

Huang Yan replied: "I have never cooperated with him, but some people from Xiyutai have taken refuge in me in the past."

Zhu Yanfeng thought of Yang Qingming whom he had met before, and wondered: "Could it be that you didn't cooperate with you before, but now your subordinates are looking for him to cooperate?"

Huang Yan replied: "It's very possible. I'm more concerned about what the purpose of this person is, is it aimed at Qingluan City, at the boy surnamed Su, or at the Taisho court?"

Zhu Yanfeng folded his arms in front of his chest, thought about it carefully, and replied, "I think it's all possible."

Huang Yan raised the corners of her lips: "If Mu Fengshe's dream hadn't been destroyed at the beginning, wouldn't there be a series of strange cases in front of me?"

Zhu Yanfeng was stunned for a moment, unable to speak.

Huang Yan said with a slight smile: "Only if Qingluan City really let me and you go, will there be no such troubles."

Zhu Yanfeng slowly walked in front of him, and gently embraced him: "I will definitely... wish to come true."

On a cloudy day, Murong Wuyan took Yang Qingyuan away from Pingjing Palace, and walked slowly in the long street of Chenghuang, Wuyan looked back at Yang Qingyuan who was walking beside him, nothing else but He asked, "Why did His Majesty suddenly bump into you just now?"

Yang Qingyuan replied without thinking: "I don't know."

Wu Yan continued: "He suddenly bumped into you and was caught off guard. Didn't it hurt you?"

It was the first time that Yang Qingyuan was cared for by his beloved, and he felt flattered in his heart, and replied: "It doesn't hurt or itch. The Holy One has asthma, and sometimes it's normal to be unsteady on your feet." Wu Yan could see that there was a letter hidden in his sleeve. The moment Li Zhen ran over, when he supported Li Zhen, a letter was secretly stuffed into his sleeve.

In order for Yang Xinsu to refine his martial arts, Wu Yan set a ruthless rule that he and Li Zhen could not fall in love until ten years later, but Yang Qingyuan carefully pulled the red line in the dark, taking advantage of Wu Yan walking a few steps faster, Yang Qingyuan sighed softly, and murmured in a low voice: "Without transactions, there will be no toil."

When we arrived at the dock, Wu Yan asked: "What's your plan, go back to Pingchao Wuchang, or go back to Yangui Island with me?"

Yang Qingyuan replied flatly: "Go back to Pingchao Wuchang first, I promised my brother that I will go back to see him."

Wu Yan acquiesced, took him across the springboard, and boarded his merchant ship.

A few days later, the two arrived at Pingchao Wuchang, climbed up the pavilion, and entered a tea room. After a while, someone came to meet him, but it was not Yang Qingming, but Zhen Shanyu.

Yang Qingyuan was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Where's my brother?"

Zhen Shanyu replied: "The young master came a step late, the young master has already left the martial arts factory."

Yang Qingyuan hurriedly asked: "Did he say where he went?"

Zhen Shanyu regretted, "Young Master didn't say anything."

Yang Qingyuan didn't ask anymore, just murmured: "I hope he returned to Yunxiuding..."

After bidding farewell to Zhen Shanyu, the two left Pingchao Wuchang, came to the dock again, boarded the boat, and headed straight to Yangui Island.

Yang Xinsu has been learning archery on the island for some time, and can easily use snake-shaped arrows, turning arrows, chain arrows, and arrows that hit the target behind the wall and then turn around.Murong Qinxue stood in the corridor watching, couldn't help applauding, and said to Murong Wenqian who was slowly walking over: "This child, you can learn archery very quickly, your sword skills are average, and you can dance with sticks."

Wen Qian happily replied: "It's rare to have a little bit of talent, it's not in vain that I worked so hard to give birth to him!"

Murong Qinxue said: "But the sword is the foundation of martial arts. There is no one in the Jianghu who is not proficient in swordsmanship. If he is always average in swordsmanship, he will definitely become a weakness."

Wen Qian looked back at her father, and said with a little worry: "Then what should I do?"

Murong Qinxue sighed, and had no choice but to say: "In an extraordinary period, we can only use extraordinary means, no matter how hard the iron stone is, it will melt under the calcination of the fierce fire."

Wen Qian was curious: "Father, what extraordinary means are you going to use against Xin Su?"

Murong Qinxue simply said: "If his swordsmanship still doesn't improve, we have to trap him in a cave in the back mountain to train his body hard and eat a strict diet. The environment in the villa is too good, and the diet is too good. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to learn. Good swordsmanship."

Wen Qian was slightly taken aback: "That cave...could it be the place where Wu Yan stayed to practice martial arts in the year of Wu Xiang?"

Murong Qinxue nodded slightly.

Wen Qian couldn't help lowering her eyes and thinking: Wu Yan was alone in that cave...but he stayed there for ten years!Can my son really survive in that kind of place like Wu Yan did?He's usually like a pig...

At this time, a guard of the Murong family strode forward and told Murong Qinxue, "Three masters, the young master has returned."

After hearing this, Murong Qinxue was slightly stunned: "When did Wu Yan go out?"

Wen Qian couldn't help blurting out: "Father! Wu Yan has been away for several days!"

It was only then that Murong Qinxue suddenly realized: "No wonder I haven't seen him during meals these few days. I thought he was going to help take care of his siblings..."

Wen Qian thought for a while, then asked the guard: "He came back alone?"

The guard replied: "No, Mr. Qingyuan was also brought along."

Wen Qian didn't say anything, but secretly thought: She has an unexplainable relationship with that Mr. Qingyuan, and she lied to me...

Then she smiled and said to her father: "I'll go to pick up Wu Yan first." Then she walked through the corridor, and after a while, in another corridor, she only looked forward a little, and happened to meet Wu Yan and Wu Yan. Yangqing is far away, so he quickly goes up to meet him.

When Wu Yan saw his cousin stepping forward, he immediately stopped, and Yang Qingyuan also stopped, held his hands at Wen Qian, and said politely with a smile: "Da Qianjin, we meet again!"

Wen Qian had neither joy nor anger on her face, she just said to Wu Yan: "You are finally willing to come back."

Wu Yan asked: "Is there nothing I want to do at home recently?"

Wen Qian said bluntly: "Your father visited you the day before yesterday, it was related to the Weaving Bureau, but you were not at home..."

Wu Yan immediately said: "I'll go see my father right away!"

As soon as Yang Qingyuan heard it, he slowed down his pace, and it was not easy to follow. Wen Qian smiled and said to him: "Mr. Qingyuan, how about having a cup of tea with me and chatting a few words?"

How could Yang Qingyuan refuse, so he simply said: "I'm bothering you."