Disciple and grandson, stop, you have committed the following crimes

Hua Yunxian quickly ran out of the room, and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed someone in the corner of the inner hall.

"Ah! Big, big, big... Xia is merciful! It hurts..."

This voice sounds familiar at first glance.

Hua Yunxian took a closer look and found that it was the beggar who had stolen buns and chickens that he met on the street before.

"Why are you here?"

The strength in Hua Yunxian's hands did not slacken at all.

Ah Que grinned in pain, and hurriedly took out a pack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from his chest, "I, I... I'm hungry! I heard outsiders say that Guixu Villa's sweet-scented osmanthus cakes are the best, so I... came here to taste... ...Ah! Take it easy, take it easy, the hand is broken..."

Hua Yunxian let go of it, and accidentally touched his hand, as his actions said, it was bitingly cold, so he wanted to grab that hand again, but Ah Que nimbly escaped.

"You, you...the villa is so rich, you don't have to be so stingy to eat your sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, right?"

At this time, Shi Jianghan and his party all came over.

"Hey, hey, this Guixu Villa is a decent family at any rate, so there can't be so many people bullying me, a poor little beggar, right?" Ah Que said while hiding beside the pillar next to him.

Hua Yunxian snorted coldly, "Now you admit that you are a beggar..."

A Que raised his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue at him, with an expression of "If you are not convinced, come and bite me".

"If this little brother likes the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the village, I'll send someone to ask them to pack more for you. If you want to eat more in the future, you don't have to sneak around, just come anytime!"

Shi Jianghan had a kind face on his face, which actually made Ah Que feel a little uncomfortable. He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, smashed it, and threw it into Hua Yunxian's arms casually. .

"Master, I don't like to eat anymore, so give it back to you!"

After speaking, he patted his buttocks and walked out the door.

Hua Yunxian wanted to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Shi Jianghan.

"Master, this person is not an ordinary person at first glance, why let him go?"

"He can freely enter my Guixu Villa, and you didn't notice him until just now. How can he be an ordinary person? Let's go and see!"

Only then did Hua Yunxian get rid of the impatience just now, and after saluting to Shi Jianghan, everyone dispersed.

"Master, he seems really hungry..."

Hua Yunxian threw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his arms to Bai Xingzhi who was at the side. Xingzhi was taken aback for a moment, and then happily ran away with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, "Master! I'll come back as soon as I go!"

At this time, Hua Yunxian narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about Zhou for a moment, but was annoyed that he had no clue.

It was night, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, and two black figures suddenly flashed in the Leya Pavilion. Liu Fengyin, the owner of the pavilion who was resting with his eyes closed, noticed something strange. But a few disciples fell down.

The head is in a different place, and the death is ugly.

Liu Fengyin put away the Nine-section Broken Wind Whip, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were tightly wrinkled, and few people in this world can kill people invisible under her nose, and now her disciple died inexplicably in front of her eyes, no matter what her temper is Wen Shan can't stand such provocations.

"Pavilion Master, this is what I dropped when I was chasing those men in black just now..." At this time, Shen Yuanqiu, Liu Fengyin's eldest disciple, stepped forward and handed over a sword tassel with a piece of jade wrapped in the middle of the sword tassel.

Liu Fengyin frowned slightly, "The Wangchen sect..."

Shen Yuanqiu was startled, "Didn't the Wangchen Sect have encountered an accident a few days ago?"

Liu Fengyin took a deep breath, "I'm afraid it's not that simple, Yuan Qiu, pass the letter to Master Feng, and then bring a few disciples with me to Wenshiju."

"Yes!"

As soon as Shen Yuanqiu left, Liu Fengyin ordered people to properly deal with the dead disciple, and she looked down at the sword tassel in her hand again, feeling a little helpless.