White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

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It was beaten hundreds of times in an hour, and the beating continued. It was not until the afternoon that the steel blade of the magic weapon began to take shape.Zhu Yanfeng raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a confident smile, and raised the jackhammer, even though his arms were a little tired by this time, he still beat to the end with all his might.

It was only at that moment that the work was done, and the shape and size were the same as the one depicted on the drawing. Zhu Yanfeng scooped up a large ladle of clear water from the water tank and poured it on the hot steel blade. The dense fog instantly flew towards the courtyard and subsided. The blazing heat turned the steel blade cold from then on.

I can't help but lift up this newly born blade and take a look at its snow-silver color. The blurred figure is reflected on the blade, and the surface needs to be carefully polished and sharpened with a whetstone before it can be clearly reflected like a mirror in water. silhouettes of people.

Only when he looked at the blade towards the window like this, his eyes suddenly caught the figure standing outside the window, and half of his face appeared in the hollow of the window.Looking at each other, they were stunned for a moment, before Zhu Yanfeng could react, the figure outside the window had already fled in a panic.

Zhu Yanfeng put down the blade in his hand, rushed out in a hurry, rushed to the door, it was already too late, and he missed it, that handsome figure was far away in his vision, even if he wanted to chase, he might not be able to catch up .

So he desperately shouted at that figure: "Yan'er!"

Huang Yandong ran away with lightness like Lingbo, running extremely fast, but he heard Yuanyin behind him, but he didn't stop to look back, and fled to an octagonal gazebo after a while, then he was willing to slow down and stop, leaning his back against the pillar for a while Taking a breath, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the blacksmith room, with a delighted smile on his lips again.

He hadn't eaten anything at noon, and he had just escaped with light work, so his rumbling stomach was more obvious at this moment.Huang Yan didn't want to delay too long, so he left Shui Lingzhu immediately and returned to Jinling Pavilion, intending to send his subordinates to the dining room.

As soon as he entered the Jinling Pavilion and passed through the courtyard, he saw Cen Xiaowu standing in the porch in front of the main house from a distance, holding on to the knife-thick document that was pressed above his head.Fan Ziyin stood on the left side of Cen Xiaowu, and Xuan Hengzhi stood on the right side. The two crossed their arms in front of their chests, looking impatient for waiting.

Seeing Huang Yan come back, Fan Ziyin and Xuan Hengzhi immediately lowered their arms, bowed respectfully, and the three of them opened their lips at the same time: "Welcome Your Excellency! The report has been completed, please look over it!"

Huang Yan only said: "Ben Daqing is very hungry, put down the things first, go to the dining room and bring back something delicious for Ben Daqing."

Three people followed him into the house, Xuan Hengzhi asked: "What would you like to eat?"

Huang Yan sat down on the armchair, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and grabbed a blank paper, wrote whatever he thought of, filled the paper, and handed it out.

Xuan Hengzhi took it, looked at it, and couldn't help saying: "Your Majesty wants to eat so much?"

Huang Yan said lightly: "Stop talking! Hurry up!"

Xuan Hengzhi didn't dare to say too many things that would make him unhappy, so he turned around after greeting Miao Jiahu and Ba Ci, and the three of them left Jinling Pavilion together, feeling strange as they walked.

Miao Jiahu said: "Where did Daqing go? He disappeared after finishing his attendance check in the morning, and he said he was hungry just after returning."

Ba Ci answered, "Maybe it's to cultivate the Tao, to refine?"

Xuan Hengzhi only said: "Who knows." After thinking for a while, he said: "Don't you think it's strange? We have been with Daqing for almost ten years, running around, staying up late to write reports, and the corners of our eyes are covered with wrinkles I wrote several items, but Daqing! It’s still the same Daqing a few years ago! The skin is juicy, like [-] or [-] years old!” As he spoke, half jealousy appeared on his face.

The two people beside them also showed jealous expressions, and nodded in agreement with these words.

After only three cups of tea, the three of them returned to Jinling Pavilion with a lot of delicacies, and placed them lightly on Huang Yan's table. Just as they turned around and stretched their finger bones to relax, Dou Qingqian suddenly moved closer to Xuan Heng's ear, Whisper a word.

"Your Majesty has just finished reading the report we wrote all day and night, and it's a knife thick in an instant..."

When Xuan Hengzhi heard the words, his eyes became as big as copper bells, he was speechless, and the few people who were eavesdropping were also dumbfounded.

Fearing that these colleagues and brothers would not believe it, Dou Qingqian secretly took a booklet while Huang Yan was busy enjoying the delicious food, and lowered it in front of his brothers, holding the seam with his left hand, and slightly rolled up the pages with his right hand, The thumb moved slowly, and each page turned like the wind, making a rustling sound, and demonstrated it once.

Xuan Hengzhi was surprised, and said in a low voice: "It turns out that the reason why Daqing is more leisurely than us is because of this!"

Everyone nodded heavily.

Suddenly, a majestic voice came from behind him: "What are you chattering about, don't think I can't hear you."

Everyone immediately straightened their backs, looked back at Huang Yan in fear, only to see Huang Yan lowered his head to enjoy the food, there seemed to be no anger on his face, and he was slightly relieved.

Huang Yan propped the chopsticks upright on the plate, stopped, and opened his lips: "You seem to be dissatisfied with Ben Daqing?"

Everyone looked at each other, but Miao Jiahu was the first to explain: "Da Qing misunderstood. We, we are just curious about Da Qing's real identity..."

As soon as the words fell, Huang Yan raised his eyes and stared, his silver-gray eyes suddenly became cold and ruthless like a bloodthirsty beast. He picked up the fan with his left hand, quickly opened it, and swept towards the crowd, frowning slightly, there was a strong voice The air rushed straight in front of the crowd, and it seemed like an invisible strong whip, which drove them away.

Everyone's backs hit the walls and lintels heavily, and then fell to the ground, with pain all over their bodies, and they would not be able to get up for a while.Huang Yan's stern voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Remember this lesson! Don't speculate and inquire about the origin of this great minister!"

Xuan Hengzhi gritted his teeth, supported his aching shoulders and lower back that seemed to be melting like bones, and stood up slowly, and the others followed him and stood up slowly.Facing Huang Yan, Xuan Hengzhi was the first to bow his hands: "Of order..." The others also followed him and bowed their hands.

Huang Yan snorted softly, let go of his anger, folded his fan, and left the room. On the table were only a few knife-thick documents and a few plates containing broken bones.

Ba Ci glanced at Huang Yan's desk, and said to the other 19 people: "Should we... clean up these dishes? If Daqing comes over and finds that they haven't been cleaned up, maybe he will teach us again...?"

Everyone looked at each other again, those who had tasks quietly moved away, returned to their seats and continued to work, the remaining few people who had no tasks stood there for a while, and then realized that they should What to do, hurriedly walked to the table, cleaned up the plates, chopsticks, broken bones, and wiped the table clean with a rag.

Huang Yan stepped into the ear room and sat on the edge of Maitreya's couch, suddenly recalling all kinds of pasts about Mufeng Club back then, recalling the ferocious faces of those masters who used to be his subordinates and followed orders to do evil.

The main rudder was destroyed, half of the masters were captured, and the other half ran for their lives wisely. Countless sub-rudders turned their backs one after another. The ordinary disciples scattered and went away. Before the seventh year, most of the masters who were captured escaped again. In this situation, it would be easy for someone to rebuild the power of Mufeng Society with the seal of the master.

Who exactly took away the seal that he didn't have time to take away?Perhaps this person has quietly rebuilt his forces, and he is fighting against the Dazheng court, or even Qingluan City, with other titles?

Huang Yan thought about this, and a sly smile that had been buried for a long time appeared on the corner of his lips involuntarily.If it is found out that this series of strange cases is related to the person who took the seal, he will have to meet this person for a while.

Although Zhu Yanfeng had already returned to him, he was still so greedy and didn't want to live in Qingluan City like this forever.He has long lost the position of Dharma protector, which is the greatest unhappiness in his heart, and now he has lost the Mufeng Society, the taste of a tiger locked in a cage, chewing on the back of his tongue is like bitter gall for thousands of years, the bitterness is so bitter that the roots of his teeth hate it.

He lowered his eyes slowly, and just calmed down first, waiting for the changes in the situation outside, waiting for the opportunity to move.

In the night, the thick clouds rolled, and the deafening thunder sounded from among the clouds, and countless cicadas fell silent. The silver bamboo filaments tilted down, submerging everything in an instant.

A building in the rain is still quietly burning with lights, defying wind, rain and thunder.A woman's voice came out of the room, gentle and somewhat arrogant: "I didn't expect such heavy rain, you can only stay here tonight."

In the room, Wu Yan was still sitting quietly, pursing his lips, looking down at the tea in the bottom of the cup, without answering for a moment.

Su Meier was also sitting across from his table, gently resting her chin with one hand, with a bit of flirtatious charm, she said: "I don't know the owner of that house either, from what you just said, I also I sympathize with you very much. As I said at the beginning, I don’t guarantee that I can help you find that Mr. Yang.”

Wu Yan raised his eyes, and without talking nonsense, he simply said: "Do you have any other ways to help me find out the news?"

Su Meier twirled her index finger around the tip of her hair on her chest, playing with it with relish, but she opened her lips and replied seriously: "The head of Xiyutai deliberately blocked the news of this person, there must be something wrong, maybe there is something wrong inside." Something exciting happened, do you want to consider going in and take a look?"

Wu Yan asked back: "I can visit Xiyu Terrace in the name of Yangui Island, but... what reason should I visit Xiyu Terrace?"

Su Meier thought for a while and said bluntly, "You can't mention the name 'Yangqing Ming'. Xiyutai will definitely be wary of you because of this name."

Wu Yan only asked: "So, how do I visit Xiyu Terrace?" There was no answer, which made him a little dull, and he just regarded the cup of tea in front of him as fine wine, and drank it on his back.

Su Meier could see his mood, so she just told him: "Visiting Xiyutai, or joining Xiyutai, is the only way for you to continue to inquire about news."

Wu Yan said quietly: "As the heir of the Murong family, join Xiyutai...my father will beat me up, and after my father beats me up, it will be the turn of the two uncles and second aunt to beat me up..."

Su Meier regretfully said: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch a tiger cub. Unless you can find another way."

Wu Yan didn't want to say any more, poured tea for himself, drank a cup of tea, then stood up, opened the door without saying a word, walked downstairs, and never returned.

Su Meier quickly walked to the door of the boudoir, held the door, and shouted: "It's raining outside, are you really going back like this?"

After speaking, but there was no answer, Su Meier walked quickly to the guardrail again, looked outside, and immediately saw the figure of a man submerged in the rainstorm, and the man was also stepping forward recklessly , without looking back.

Back at the Xiangyu Building, Wu Yan was wet all over, pushed open the door of the bedroom, walked into the room slowly, took off his shoes, socks and wet clothes, and stopped in front of the bed, his body was no longer covered He was wearing a robe, and the breeze poured into the room through the slightly open door, making every piece of his skin feel cool.

He just turned his back to the door, opened the small semi-wet scroll in his hand, looked at the portrait of the man on the paper, and said nothing.