The rivers and lakes are full of vests

Lu Yanran's face softened, and he did not refuse to communicate with Xing Guang. The two discussed future plans and deployment in the room. Halfway through the conversation, Xing Guang's expression froze, his ears moved slightly, and then he made a silence After gesturing, stand up and stand aside.

After a while, the door was opened, and Lu Wencheng entered the room with Wu Zhong. He looked at Xing Guang who had a stern face on the side of the bed, thought for a while and asked, "Are you the personal assistant Yan Ran recruited into the peak a few years ago?" A guard, right?"

Xing Guang bowed and saluted, "Yes, my subordinate Xing Guang has met the suzerain."

Lu Wencheng hummed and came to the side of the couch, his eyes were peaceful, "Just now I went to Qianshan for inspection, and I heard from my disciple that you are in poor health, why didn't you tell father why you were sick, but did you ask the doctor to come and see?"

"Father Lao is worried, Yan Ran is fine, it's just that the past two days have been dry and dry, and he has suffered a little heat stroke. He has taken medicine for two days, and his health is much better."

Lu Wencheng patted the back of Lu Yanran's hand distressedly, "Why don't you let someone go to the ice cellar to carry some ice cubes back to the house to cool off? Dad will make arrangements after the meeting. Do you have other discomforts?"

"Thank you father, my daughter is fine."

"That's good, then dad won't bother you to rest, so you can take a rest."

"Father walk slowly."

After the door was closed, Lu Yanran rubbed the back of the hand that Lu Wencheng had touched just now in disgust, and rubbed the fair skin into redness. Xing Guang saw it and didn't say anything.

Lu Wencheng, who came out of the house, immediately restrained his loving expression, and his face was a little gloomy. He said to Wu Zhong beside him: "You said that the figure of the mysterious man last night looked like Yan Ran. Ran is indeed sick, and his qi and blood are weak, how could it be the man in black who surpassed you in lightness kung fu last night?"

Wu Zhong hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sect Master, have you ever thought that what the Peak Master said was a lie to you? If she didn't get sick two days ago, but because she escaped by chance after falling into the Nanqu River last night, that's why she was in such a state. as weak?"

Lu Wencheng stopped and stared at Wu Zhong with half-closed eyes, his eyes revealed coercion, as if he was about to get angry, but also seemed to be thinking.

Wu Zhong was so oppressed by this gaze that he dared not raise his head, his palms were sweating, "This subordinate has made a slip of the tongue, please punish the suzerain."

After a moment of silence, Lu Wencheng suddenly smiled, his beard trembling slightly, "You, you, you have learned all about my suspicious temperament."

Wu Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Wencheng continued to walk forward, and said as he walked: "Yan Ran is my daughter, she has no reason to betray me, and now she is focusing on investigating the people in the sect, and she was so negligent that so many scoundrels got in here.

"Also, continue to search the Nanqu River. If that person really fell into the river, in this flood season, falling from such a height, even I have no certainty of escaping. The chance of this person's survival is very small. Even if you If you turn Jiang over to me, I will also see the corpse."

"Yes."

"Jiangdong and Hanyang can start deploying. Before the end of the year at the latest, I want to see the fragments of the Dengling Mausoleum."

"Subordinates obey."

After talking about the business, Lu Wencheng's face returned to a gentle and elegant look. He walked towards the suspension bridge, and when he reached the end of the bridge, he stopped suddenly, as if he remembered something, and changed his way to the mountain behind Chaoquanfeng.

"Go to the back mountain and bring Qingwan a box of sweet-scented osmanthus and chestnut cakes made by Mrs. Yang. She has loved to eat them since she was a child. This child has been angry with me for so many days, and the anger has not subsided. I have to be a father." Coax."

"The suzerain is concerned about the second young lady, and the young lady will definitely sympathize with the suzerain's heart."

Lu Wencheng smiled without saying a word, and soon arrived at the backyard of Chaoquanfeng.

At that time, the backyard was busy, and when they saw the suzerain coming, all the people quickly put down their work and saluted together, "The little ones will see the suzerain."

Lu Wencheng looked gentle and approachable, waved his hands and said, "There's no need to salute, just do your own thing." After finishing speaking, he walked into the back kitchen with his hands behind his back, and the white smoke billowed in the kitchen, which was very choking.

He frowned and covered his mouth and nose, Wu Zhong hurried forward and shouted in the thick smoke: "What's going on?!"

After a while, a tall and thin young man walked out of the thick smoke, his face was stained with pot ashes, and he was also coughing because of the smoke.

The young man didn't see the person coming, he waved the firewood in his hand and shouted: "What, what, I didn't see the fire."

"Presumptuous, what tone are you talking about! Do you know who is here?"

The young man said nonchalantly, "Who is it?"

Wu Zhong stepped forward and grabbed the back of the young man's neck, pinching him until it hurt, and took him out of the kitchen in an instant.

Lu Wencheng also came out and looked at the young man in front of him. He had handsome features, but unfortunately he had a large dark scar on his right cheek. He was wearing a sleeveless gown with thin arms, and around his neck hung a A round jade pendant.

As soon as Lu Wencheng's sight touched the jade pendant, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, stepped forward in two steps, grabbed the jade pendant, and said in horror: "Hey, where did you get this jade pendant?!"

The young man was Ding Yi, and he could see Lu Wencheng clearly now. He was frightened by the other person's appearance, and replied embarrassingly: "Return, if you return to the suzerain, this jade pendant was left to me by my mother."

Lu Wencheng staggered a step, and murmured absentmindedly: "Your mother, your mother..." Then he asked again: "How old are you this year?"

Ding Yi didn't understand why Lu Wencheng asked this, and answered honestly, "It's 21."

Lu Wenxiang couldn't believe it, and took two steps back again and again, his footsteps were unsteady.

When did Wu Zhong see the Sovereign like this, he quickly stepped forward to support him, and asked worriedly, "Sovereign, are you feeling unwell?"

Lu Wencheng stood still, glanced at Ding Yi with a complicated expression, then adjusted his facial expression, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ding Yi."

Lu Wencheng didn't ask any more questions. In the end, he took a deep look at the jade pendant around Ding Yi's neck, and instead of going to the kitchen to get pastries, he staggered towards the cable bridge. Wu Zhong trotted after him, puzzled and said: " Sovereign, does that servant have a different identity?"

"Go and check now, check this Ding Yi's background, past experience, the more detailed the better, go now." Lu Wencheng's voice was unsteady.

Wu Zhong had been with Lu Wencheng for many years, and he rarely saw the suzerain lose control like this. He knew that the young man's identity must not be simple, so he hurriedly arranged for someone to investigate.

Lu Wencheng looked back at the Chaoquanfeng backyard where the smoke was curling up, his eyes were filled with melancholy, he sighed almost inaudibly, and then left slowly.

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The next day, in the front mountain school grounds of Chaoquanfeng, two hundred disciples of Chaoquanfeng were brandishing their long-handled sharp swords in unison.

The scorching sun was above their heads, but the disciples were all in high spirits and sweating profusely. The reason was nothing more than the fact that there was a refreshing figure on the main stage today, dressed in white, as if he was independent from the world.

Fu Peibai tried his best not to look at the woman on the stage, but couldn't help but look at the woman from the corner of his eye from time to time, his mind was not in focus, and his movements were unavoidable. The next moment, the back of his hand hurt slightly. She stopped and took a look. The only person who can turn water droplets into a vessel can only be the peak master.

She looked up the stage, the distance was too far, she couldn't see the face of the woman on the stage clearly, but she knew that the peak master must have noticed her distraction, and used this to admonish her.

She calmed down, took a deep breath, and concentrated. Today, she is proficient in extreme swordsmanship. Every move is fierce and fierce. Everyone is amazed at her talent and progress, but she knows most of the reasons. It is because of the powerful force generated by the rush of inner breath in the body.

Regarding this, she felt uneasy in her heart, but she couldn't find a way to solve it, so she could only follow A Ruo's instructions, control her emotions, and don't get angry or hostile.

In the past, her life was suddenly changed, and she lived alone. Since then, she has no worries, is not afraid of hardships, and is not afraid of death, but now it is different. She has hope in her heart and someone she cares about. She has to spare her life at all times, she fantasizes that one day, she will find that female devil and get revenge, and she will be able to spend the rest of her life with the peak master hand in hand.

"Take a quarter of an hour's rest, let's go." Afu on the main stage shouted loudly, pulled away the wooden chair, let Lu Yanran who had been standing for a long time sit down, washed the cup again, and poured another cup of herbal tea.

"Brother Fu, let's go, let's have a rest together."

Fu Peibai pushed away the hand of a man who came to hold her shoulder, and said casually: "Go, senior brother", after saying that, she went straight to the main stage.

After getting on the stage, she looked at Lu Yanran who was sitting on the chair. Although Afu was holding an umbrella, the hot summer day still had a thin trace of sweat on her fair face. She felt distressed, "Peak Master, Are you recovering from your illness? Why don't you rest for a few more days. "

Lu Yanran glanced at her, and saw that she was sweating profusely, her temples were soaked with sweat, her whole body was steaming hot, but her eyes were still black and bright.

She looked away and said softly: "I came here today and caught a few who were not serious. If you don't come again, you don't know what it means to be slack."

What she said meant something, but it didn't mean that Fu Peibai didn't concentrate when he was practicing sword just now.

Fu Peibai wiped off the sweat from the tip of his nose, and smiled guiltily, "How could it be, Senior Brother Qi is dedicated to his duty, and works diligently to supervise his brothers to practice martial arts every day, and the brothers are also hardworking, and the disciples will not let the Peak Master down .”

A meaningful smile appeared on Lu Yanran's face, "Oh? What about you?"

"Me? My disciple entered the sect late, so it is naturally inferior to my senior brothers, but I will definitely study hard and practice martial arts diligently."

"Then let me see your skills."

Fu Peibai was stunned, and muttered in his heart, is the peak master going to compete with himself?

Lu Yanran got up and walked to the other side of the main stage. The soft sword at her waist was unsheathed instantly with a flick of her wrist. She held the sword in one hand and put the other behind her back, standing tall and graceful.

This posture immediately attracted many people from the audience to watch. Fu Peibai could only bite the bullet and draw his sword. In fact, she didn't want to fight with the opponent. After all, it was a real sword, and she was hurt. It hurts to be careful scratching her.

The two long swords confronted each other. Under everyone's gaze, Lu Yanran's soft silver sword struck first, and the shadow of the sword flew. Fu Peibai raised his hand and held the sword to block.

Lu Yanran squinted her eyes, and retreated gracefully. The wide sleeves of the robe on her body did not affect her nimble movements at all. The silver sword in her hand was nimble and light, and could almost attack Fu Peibai by folding it in half.

In this sparring, Fu Peibai did not launch an attack for a long time, but only defended blindly. However, this move seemed to displease Lu Yanran. After she struck a sword, she softly shouted: "Show your true skills!"

Fu Peibai's brain was aroused, and when she met Lu Yanran's piercing eyes, her mind was instantly excited, and she immediately became serious, using a ghostly shadow step, and in an instant she came to Lu Yanran's side, flipped her right hand, and moved forward with a long sword. Take advantage of the trend and chop horizontally.

Lu Yanran chuckled, leaned back, and dodged the blow nimbly, without waiting for Fu Peibai's reaction, her waist seemed boneless, and she straightened up in an instant, the sharp sword in her hand trembled slightly, and stabbed at Fu Peibai's chest.

The two of you attacked and defended, and I attacked and you defended. They showed the essence of Tianji swordsmanship vividly and delicately. The disciples in the audience seemed to be watching a wonderful performance, and they all applauded.

This is the first time Fu Peibai has seen Lu Yanran use martial arts in actual combat. The two fought inseparably. She was still secretly rejoicing that her martial arts did not fall too far behind the peak master, but the sword on the opposite side became fierce and fierce the next moment. And she was at a disadvantage with a posture that was visible to the naked eye, and she could hardly see Lu Yanran's moves in front of her eyes, so she could only dodge in embarrassment.

The sword light flickered in front of her eyes, and the sword energy whistled in her ears. Her breath was unsteady, panting heavily, and she heard Lu Yanran shout loudly: "Keep moving up, pull the flower back and stab", the next moment, the opponent's attack is like The said sword style stabbed towards her, because she had heard the words just now, she quickly made a corresponding blocking move.

"Lung step, turn your right wrist inward, and blow the dust in the wind!" Another blow, fast and fast, like lightning, Fu Peibai dodged hastily, as if she had realized something in her heart. After dodging this blow, she imitated Lu Yanran before landing She swung the sword out in this way, maybe it was an illusion, she seemed to see a slight smile on that cold and steady face, but before she could take a closer look, the opponent's next blow came quickly.

"Using the wrist as the axis, the clouds cut the moon!"

"Zheng", the two long swords collided swiftly, making an ear-piercing sound.

Fu Peibai's face was flushed and she was out of breath. She took the sword away first, and saluted with fists, "Thank you, Peak Master, for your guidance!"

Lu Yanran hummed lightly, sheathed the soft sword, and hid it in his waist, invisible.

She Shi Shiran walked back to the chair and sat down, took a sip of herbal tea, her usual cold and pale face was slightly reddened at this moment, and her thin lips were rosy.

Fu Peibai didn't know whether her heart was beating so fast after a fight just now, her meridians were hot, or it was because she saw the peak master's appearance that her heart was surging. She walked over in a strange way, and said to Afu: "Sister Afu, you can rest for a while, I will fan the peak master for a while."

Afu blinked at her, and passed the cattail fan in her hand.

Then everyone saw a slender young man with a handsome face standing next to a woman in white clothes who looked like a fairy and came out of the dust, slightly bowing and fanning the cattail fan, with a serious and focused expression.

When someone made a teasing laugh with unknown intentions, but the woman in white cast a fluttering look over her, the smiles on the faces of the men under the stage froze, and then they scattered and left the stands.

Fu Peibai was unmoved, fanning the cattail fan earnestly, with a serious and upright expression as if he was doing something important, the sweat dripping from his face slipped into the skirt of his clothes without knowing it.

Lu Yanran glanced at her sideways, then raised his hand, "No need, it's time to rest, continue practicing martial arts."

"Yes", just as Fu Peibai was about to leave, he heard another voice, "Drink this."

She looked back and saw that the woman's slender and white index finger was pointing at another cup of herbal tea on the small coffee table.

Fu Peibai was taken aback for a moment, then picked up the teacup with a smile on his face, gulped it down in one gulp, with a radiant smile on his face, and a few drops of tea stains remained at the corners of his mouth.

Lu Yanran was slightly fascinated by the young man's upright figure and bright smile, but now that she had been cold for many years, her palms were faintly sweating, she looked away uncomfortably, and urged in a low voice: "Go down."