White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Running towards you◎

After Zhu Yanfeng went to his Chinese class, Huang Yan left Guozijian and came to Pingjing City God. He stood in front of the guardrail at the end of the wooden arch bridge that crossed the long street in mid-air, ignoring the crowd passing under the arch bridge and those who were standing in the wind. The store signboard flag floating slightly in the middle, looking far away, seems to be admiring the distant scenery, and seems to be waiting for someone.

After half an hour of incense sticks, a white figure crossed the arch bridge and came to Huang Yan's side. It was a young man wearing a white round-neck robe with dark bamboo leaves. Zhan bowed his hands respectfully to Huang Yan and called out 'Da Qing'.

Huang Yan didn't look back, and opened his lips to ask directly: "Have you found the whereabouts of the ghost and poison king-Tiwu in the market?"

Zhu Yunzhan replied: "I took other brothers to search many places in Ge Yun, and found no similar person."

Huang Yan judged: "He escaped from the hands of the disciples of Qingluan City, so he should not stay in Geyun County again. You should take people to search in other counties and then report to this Daqing."

Zhu Yunzhan took the order straightforwardly, turned around and left without lingering for a moment, with a very strict temperament.Huang Yan turned his head now, looked at this distant figure, and thought to himself: This kid is the orphan of Yan Tao, the young head of the Yan family castle in the past. Yan Tao fled after being defeated in the Wen State War, and was so embarrassed that no sect could handle him. Only the old bustard of Yanliu was willing to keep him, but Yan Tao originally had a special physique where yin and yang contradict each other. Three years after marrying that woman, his soul returned to Huangquan Road, leaving his wife and son to depend on each other.

Huang Yan couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and thought again: I didn't expect this son to join Qingluan City, but he doesn't know the identity of his biological father yet, so he still has value for my benefit.

Going back and forth this time, just in time for a riding and archery class, Huang Yan came to the riding and archery field, just in time to meet Zhu Yanfeng teaching the students how to bend bows—under the bright sun, using a loop to hold the wide sleeves, The strong forearm was exposed, and the fingers seemed to be filled with strength, and the bow was bent in a full circle, but there was a relaxed expression on the face.

The students who also held their wide sleeves with looped arms followed Zhu Yanfeng to bend their bows. Some of them gritted their teeth and bent their bows hard, but they only bent a little. The bow is pulled open with both hands, and some people can't bend the bow at all and can only flick the bowstring lightly for show.

Yang Xinsu practiced martial arts on Yangui Island since she was a child, and slowly pulled the bow to a semicircle. Hongli saw it, envied him very much, and couldn't help applauding him.

This class is all about practicing bow bending and running around the riding and archery field. Huang Yan feels that such a riding and archery class is really a good teacher. The only fly in the ointment is that there are many students who are slowed down due to lack of exercise. .

Sitting on the small foldable bench that he brought, he quietly rested his chin on one hand and stared for a long, long time. Huang Yan's silver-gray eyes were fixed on Zhu Yanfeng from the beginning to the end, and he didn't realize that several eyes were cast on him.

Yang Xinsu whispered to the students in the same class: "Look, Mr. Wen Ren has come to our class again to take lessons."

Hongli interjected, "I've seen him often come to our class since I was a child, but I don't see him teaching our class, like the Tai Xue Cheng who is patrolling the class."

Yang Xinsu heard what Hongli said, and hurriedly replied: "Don't let Tai Xuecheng hear it, or we will be in trouble..."

Hongli hurriedly looked around, but found no suspicious figure, and said with peace of mind: "Fortunately, Taixuecheng is not nearby."

The discussion stopped abruptly, and several people continued to run earnestly. They ran two laps around the riding and shooting range with other students in the same class. Zhu Yanfeng stood outside the circle with his arms crossed, quietly watching the running figure .

Huang Yan had nothing to do, stood up, casually grabbed a bow, and casually grabbed a withered straw, aimed at the target, bent the bow to the full, a dark light immediately separated from the bow and the string, and hit the target neatly, and repeated. several times.

Yang Xinsu couldn't control her nosy eyes again, and glanced at Huang Yan's figure again, saw Huang Yan bending his bow, and saw a light yellow light flying from the bowstring, he was taken aback for a moment, curious in his heart: Today's riding and archery class is only Bow, without sharp arrows, what does Mr. Wen Ren use to send them out?What is that dark light?

Zhu Yanfeng's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Do another [-] push-ups and the get out of class will be over."

Yang Xinsu immediately raised her hand and blurted out: "Sir! What if you finish these twenty push-ups first?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "Rest at the side and wait for get out of class to end."

Immediately, Yang Xinsu was the first to lean over and finished twenty push-ups in one breath, then sat aside early, took out a small folding fan from his waist, and rested while fanning the fan. After a while, he walked to the target and looked at it. Look, at this look, I opened my mouth slightly in surprise.

Countless brittle and easy-to-break straws penetrate the target like sharp arrows, and each straw is concentrated in the bull's-eye, which is amazing and makes people feel inferior.Yang Xinsu couldn't help flicking the grass stick with her fingers, thinking: I just saw him bend his bow, he seemed very relaxed, similar to Mr. Zhu, I also practiced martial arts since childhood, why don't I have such ability?No... I fished for three days and posted on the net for two days, hehe... But what's the matter with being unwilling?So unwilling!

A faint voice sounded behind him: "What are you doing?"

Yang Xinsu turned her head and met Huang Yan's face, she couldn't help being extremely nervous, she opened her mouth and couldn't help muttering: "I... I just took a look..."

Huang Yan stepped forward, approached the target and had a look: "Does it arouse your interest?"

Yang Xinsu rolled her eyes, and hurriedly asked with a smile: "Mr. Wenren, how did you hit such brittle withered grass into the bull's-eye?"

Huang Yan replied casually: "With the heart of martial arts."

Yang Xinsu was puzzled: "The heart of martial arts? What is the heart of martial arts?"

Huang Yan glanced at Yang Xinsu, and replied: "Martial arts practitioners should have the heart of martial arts. The stronger the heart of martial arts, the better the martial arts can be brought to the extreme. Exquisite martial arts, in addition to daily hard work and strong foundation, also It has something to do with a firm heart of martial arts."

Yang Xinsu said: "As long as you practice martial arts hard, strengthen your foundation, and strengthen your heart of martial arts, you can use dry grass as a sharp arrow like Mr. Wenren? I understand!" Wu's impulse!When Uncle Wuyan comes back, I must stalk and ask him to teach me!

Huang Yan glanced at Yang Xinsu again, and thought in his heart: This son is a bit of a child to teach. If my adopted son Tian'er could humbly ask for advice like him, he would definitely be worthy of my cultivation. It's a pity, Tian'er... …

The bell for the end of get out of class rang not far away, interrupting each other's thoughts. Huang Yan turned around and came straight to Zhu Yanfeng's side. The two talked and laughed while walking, stepping through the evening glow that shone on the ground.

Dusk is fleeting, and it is replaced by night. People who are resting after sunset have turned off their lights at this moment, and every house has closed doors and windows. Walking forward, looking around while walking, walked for a long time before stopping, put down the big burden on the shoulders, untied the burden, and laid out all the things on this street.

The flame was slowly burning in the small brazier. Fresh thick bamboo tubes were placed on both sides of the brazier. Fresh thick branches were placed on the bamboo tubes and crossed the flames. Several branches with saury were placed on the branches.A handsome man in green clothes was squatting in front of the brazier, fanning the flames gently with a fan, while flipping the saury one by one.

The aroma of grilled fish slowly drifted with the wind and spread to several streets. After a while, there was movement on the street, and dozens of pairs of glowing eyes rushed towards the place where the aroma of grilled fish was wafting, accompanied by a sharp 'meow'. Screams and growls.Yangqing’s name picked up a lamp to shine a light on the front, and saw dozens of cats running and fighting here, and dozens of cats came behind them, and more than 1000 cats came continuously. All come for the delicious grilled fish.

When he arrived in front of Yang Qingming, the group of cats were still fighting each other. Yang Qingming took a closer look by the light of the lamp, and couldn't help sighing: "There are many cats here, but none of them are that cat. Could it be With master's small dried fish, don't you covet such a big grilled fish?"

After talking to himself, he ignored the group of cats fighting together in front of him, just continued fanning, flipping the saury one by one, the fish meat was gradually cooked, and the aroma became more intense. Hitomi stared closely at the grilled fish placed on the flame, licking her mouth over and over again.

When the fish was cooked, Yang Qingming did not remove the brazier, and still roasted each fish calmly, while turning the fish body, he opened his lips and murmured: "If the cat doesn't come, you can only enjoy the burnt fish. gone."

After a while, there was a vague and urgent bell sound from a distance, accompanied by an anxious cry: "Hei Hei! Hei Hei! Where are you going?"

With sensitive ears, Yang Qingming quickly stood up, walked around the brazier, looked ahead, and saw a cat struggling to run towards this side, the golden bell on the cat's neck was shaking non-stop.When the cat passed by his feet, he immediately caught it quickly, held it in his hands, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

Wu Yan also just caught up at this moment, saw Yang Qingming, couldn't help but stop, stared blankly at the man in front of him, and forgot Hei Hei who was struggling in the opponent's hand.

Yang Qingming picked up a branch with a saury stuck in it. Hei Hei licked his mouth and waved his cat's hand vigorously when he saw the grilled fish close at hand. His will to snatch the grilled fish was very strong, but Yang Qingming didn't let go Take the fish and hold it tightly in one hand.

Seeing that Wu Yan was in a daze and didn't speak, Yang Qingming said, "The moon is bright tonight, why don't we have a chat?"

Wu Yan just lowered his eyes slightly, still remained silent, Yang Qingming just took him as a tacit consent, took the grilled fish and cat, turned around and left, and reminded him when he stepped forward: "Please help turn off the fire."

Wu Yan took a look at the flame in the brazier, then carefully pushed the brazier out between the bamboo tubes with one foot, sprinkled a handful of thick dust to extinguish the flame, leaving no spark behind.The group of cats who had been waiting for a long time swarmed up immediately when they saw the opportunity, threw down the branch grill, and scrambled for the remaining grilled fish.

The two strolled to the bank of the river, Wu Yan leaned against the guardrail, turned around and saw Hei Hei, the famous general of Yangqing, holding Hei Hei in his arms, and put the grilled fish in front of Hei Hei to eat, looking at this familiar picture The face, thousands of words and ten years of longing are just stuck in his heart, because Yang Qingming doesn't recognize himself, and he can't speak out for a while.