Nongmen Shenjue

Mu Qingyan came to Wang Dagou's house.

There are only two brothers in the Wang family, and the old house left by their parents has only two main rooms and a wooden stove room. The yard is very narrow, because half of the original house was sold by Wang Dagou.Other people's houses spread out and expand their houses, while their families are not engaged in production and rely on their capital.

Now this house doesn't belong to Wang Dagou anymore.

He killed someone, the government sold his house, and the money he got was compensated to the deceased's family.

Now there are other people living in this house.

Mu Qingyan didn't go in, and every house was closed to sleep at night. If he hadn't been backed by the magistrate, he would have been arrested by the night watchman for wandering in the street alone.

"Go to the alley and wait for the boss to be strictly arrested." Mu Qingyan dismissed the follower Wu Guanshi away.

Wu Guanshi not only followed him, but also brought two yamen servants to wait on him, and the yamen servants treated Wu Guanshi as if they were serving the master.Steward Wu followed Mu Qingyan's orders from the magistrate, otherwise, he wouldn't be willing to suffer this and run around in the middle of the night.Thinking that Mu Qingyan was looking for some clues, Manager Wu didn't care, since no one could escape anyway.

"Okay, Mr. Mu just call out if you need something." Guan Wu's legs were a little sore, and he planned to find a place to sit and drink some tea.

Mu Qingyan immediately released his ability and began to trace back.

Since his rebirth, it was the first time for him to go back to the scene seven years ago. Just in case, he stood by the wall, so that he would not fall into a mess even if he lost his strength.

The galaxy turned upside down, and a time tunnel seemed to be formed in front of him, but it was actually a phantom that his spirit had put into the past, peeking at the secrets of the past.The more time goes back, the more he must control it carefully, otherwise if something goes wrong and the mental power is not recovered, it is likely that his own consciousness will be trapped in those past times, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Fortunately, he has a lot of experience, and at most he just lost his strength.

This is also the reason why he did not respond to Wen Jixue's expectations, it was too dangerous.

As if flicking lightly with bare hands, the chaotic scene is like rippling water, frozen in a certain night.

At the entrance of the alley came a man, Wang Dagou.Wang Dagou was drunk, and seemed to be humming a little song, but in the traceback, there was no sound.This has little effect, this time he is mainly for the identity of the intimidator, so as long as he sees the face, he can even follow the other party to the residence.

The gate of Wang's house was locked, Wang Dagou muttered, and took out the key to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder.

Wang Dagou was so frightened that he was sober from the wine.

The conversation between the two is not clear, but fortunately the picture is very stable.The man talked for a few words, Wang Dagou nodded again and again, and got a piece of silver.The man turned around and left quickly. Wang Dagou waited, but couldn't hold back his curiosity and turned to look, only to see a figure disappearing at the corner of the alley.

Mu Qingyan could see clearly, because although he was wearing a cloak, when he turned around, he faced the moonlight, revealing his face.

Under the cloak is a scholar's robe. He has a long face and is relatively fair. He looks in his early thirties. Anyone who sees him will think that he is a scholar, and his bookishness is obvious.

There is only one scholar involved in the case, Fan Wenjin!

The mental power was too exhausted, but fortunately, he had obtained what he wanted, Mu Qingyan immediately withdrew his supernatural power, felt dizzy for a while, and hurriedly supported the wall beside him.But at this moment, a pair of hands held him behind him, thinking that Yan Lang had arrived, but the next moment, the other party pulled him into his arms with a little force.

"Hmm..." He was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment, and when he moved a little, his mind was turned upside down and he wanted to vomit.

Although they didn't open their eyes, they were so close to each other, and he smelled a familiar smell.

"Wen Jixue?"

"What are you doing so desperately?" Wen Jixue sighed, unable to tell if she was angry or distressed: "Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late." For Mu Qingyan, being able to get Wen Jixue's protection for a year is extra money.The relationship between the two is indeed somewhat unclear, but he never felt that Wen Jixue was responsible for his own life.Of course, after the other party promised to protect him, Wen Jixue was negligent this time, but Mu Qingyan would not complain or blame him for this.

He believed in Wen Jixue, otherwise he wouldn't let the other party get so close, so he also believed that it wasn't the other party's deliberate dereliction of duty, but that the man in purple was an exception.

"Blood? Are you injured?" Mu Qingyan closed his eyes and leaned against him, turning off his vision, and his sense of hearing and smell was exceptionally keen.He smelled blood.

"It's okay." Wen Jixue hugged him horizontally: "Don't worry, go to sleep."

Mu Qingyan let out an "um", relaxed his mind, and allowed himself to fall into a sound sleep.

When Yan Lang arrived, he only saw a red shadow flashing across the night sky, and he immediately became alert.Seeing that there was no Mu Qingyan in the alley, he couldn't help being very worried, so he hurriedly found Guanshi Wu.

"What, Mr. Mu is missing?" Steward Wu was sitting in the chair brought by the yamen, drinking tea from a purple clay pot. When he heard this, he jumped up in shock, and hurried in to check for himself. Sure enough, he was gone.Manager Wu's face collapsed, and he almost cried, "This, how is this possible?"

"Go find it!" Yan Lang was worried that Mu Qingyan would be arrested.

Just as Manager Wu was in a hurry to arrange staff, someone came from the street.

"Who?" Yan Lang was the first to discover, and he found that the coming person had light steps and long breaths, and he was a master.

"Mr. Mu is tired. He has gone back to the inn to rest. We will talk about things tomorrow." The person who came was Gao Tian, ​​and he showed his face to explain, so as to avoid further trouble here.

"Has Mu Qingyan returned to the inn?" Yan Lang questioned.

Guanshi Wu shouted even more: "No, I have to go and see for myself, otherwise how can I explain to the prefect."

Gao Tian just passed on the message, and left after speaking.

Yan Lang hurriedly followed: "Who are you from Mu Qingyan?"

Gao Tian glanced at him, and actually recognized Yan Lang's identity, not the current identity of the arresting head of the Guanglin County Yamen, but Yan Lang's identity in Jianghu back then.Gao Tian was a little surprised to see him.

"My son and Mu Gongzi are good friends."

Yan Lang remembered the red shadow he saw before: "I don't know what your son's name is?"

"Wen Jixue." Gao Tian looked frank.

"Smell... Could it be..." Yan Lang suddenly thought of something, and his color changed suddenly.

Gao Tian smiled honestly: "Mr. Mengchang looks good as a catcher now."

Yan Lang was not surprised when the other party revealed his name in the rivers and lakes, but he just said with emotion: "I never thought that my name would still be in the ears of your Excellency."

"It doesn't matter if you don't mention the past events in the Jianghu. My young master had a word with the Shenhunsi before, and now he lives in Fenglin County." Gao Tian's words have several meanings, one of which is to let Yan Lang not to explore too much, and he doesn't have to mention the past. Jianghu affairs.

Yan Lang nodded, after all, when he joined the public office, he also registered with the God Detective Department.

When we arrived at the inn, except for the night watchman, everything was quiet, and all the guests were asleep.After Yan Lang confirmed Gao Tian's identity, he no longer insisted on checking Mu Qingyan's room, but Manager Wu was different, and finally walked to the door of Mu Qingyan's room, wanting to open the door and take a look.

Unexpectedly, the door of the room suddenly opened from the inside, and a tall and handsome man in red clothes appeared behind the door. For a moment, Guanshi Wu only saw the man's extremely cold eyes full of murderous intent, and he slumped on the ground as soon as he shivered. , "Ah" cried out.

The corner of Wen Jixue's mouth twitched slightly, it was obviously a smile, but it was even more terrifying.

At the critical moment, Yan Lang stepped forward, dragged Guanshi Wu up, and pushed him away two or three times: "Guan Wu, it's late at night, hurry back and rest, we'll talk about things tomorrow."

Steward Wu was in a cold sweat, his mind was muddled, and he left the inn in a daze.

When the night wind blew, he was shocked, belatedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked back at the inn.Thinking about how the steward of the magistrate's family was frightened by others, and acted according to his temper, he would never suffer such a disadvantage, but... Wu steward didn't have the courage to go back.

"Let's go!" After all, Guanshi Wu is a fine person, and he is good at observing words and demeanor. He always feels that the man in red is extraordinary.On balance, this loss can only be eaten, and the rest will be discussed later.

The more Yan Lang knew, the more worries he had in his heart, and it was absolutely impossible to offend Wen Jixue.

Seeing the door close before his eyes, he nodded towards Gao Tian and left the inn.

Yan Lang is also a person who has been in the arena for many years. He only met each other just now, and he smelled a little blood.Even though Wen Jixue looked normal, he was sure that the other party was injured.

Who can hurt Wen Jixue?

Then contact Mu Qingyan who appeared in Guanglin Mansion, the mysterious person behind Meng Bin, then Wen Jixue's injury can be guessed.

This made Yan Lang more cautious, after all, he didn't want to die in a corner for no apparent reason.

Mu Qingyan fell asleep without knowing anything about the outside world.

When I woke up, the room was filled with golden light, and I couldn't tell whether it was morning or dusk.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?" Wen Jixue poured a cup of tea, helped him up, and fed him.Wen Jixue experienced it once in Taoyuan Town, and this time Wen Jixue had the experience to deal with it, but seeing him lying on the bed with a pale face and sleeping for a full day and night still made him anxious.

Mu Qingyan drank the tea, his throat became much more comfortable, and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's dusk now."

"Better than expected." This is not a lie.In his previous life, he also went back to the scene seven or eight years ago. In just ten minutes, his mental strength was exhausted, and there seemed to be countless steel needles piercing his mind. When his eyes went dark, it would be two or three days later when he woke up again.

After thinking about it, he was still calmly analyzing: "Maybe it's the exercises you gave that are useful."

This is a different change from the previous life. Since he practiced inner strength and mental methods, although the time is short, when he uses the supernatural ability, he feels more relaxed.

Wen Jixue stared at him, and couldn't help hugging him harder: "I'm sorry, it's all because of me that I caused you to suffer."

Mu Qingyan was puzzled, but suddenly remembered something: "I remember you were injured, where is the injury? Is it serious?"

"It's okay." Wen Jixue rubbed his hair and told him to lie down: "I'll go get you some food, eat and sleep well, your complexion is very bad."

"...Okay. But please ask Yan Lang to come over for me. I have something to tell him." Mu Qingyan didn't want to be brave anymore, and Yan Lang could do the rest.Now that Wen Jixue has come, he can cultivate with peace of mind, perhaps, listen to the grievances between him and the man in purple.