You worship me, I will soar

Master Truman patted him on the shoulder, "Bring Huan'er back safely, we all miss him."

After the two of them finished talking, Lin Yiyao came over with morning tea. Her father had passed away, and there were many Wushuanggu people hidden in the previous mansion. Naturally, she was a weak woman with no strength to go back. With nowhere to go, Truman took her to live here temporarily, and only after Wushuanggu was thoroughly cleaned up would she be able to go home with peace of mind.

When she saw Master Truman bowing, Master Chu smiled and nodded and left.

Li Yiyao brought the morning tea in her hand to Chu Tingyan, and said softly: "Wake up so early to practice martial arts, you need to pay more attention to your body."

Chu Tingyan agreed lightly.

Lin Yiyao looked at him hesitating to speak, she was soft and weak and wanted to cry: "Ting Yan, you blame me, if you didn't save me, Mr. Bu would not have been arrested."

Her willow eyebrows were slightly frowned, the beauty looked sad, she had a certain beauty, but Chu Tingyan had something on her mind, she didn't pay attention at all, she said absent-mindedly: "No." Then she went back to the room with her morning tea.

Lin Yiyao looked at his back reluctantly, biting her lower lip with her snow-white teeth. Everyone said that the two of them were close, but only she knew that Chu Tingyan had always been lukewarm, and she had always taken the initiative. Ever since Bu Hehuan came out After it was over, he had no time to look at her more. Although she tried her best to endure, her fingers still trembled slightly, and her face was distorted. She has always been the most beautiful woman in the world. Wherever she goes, it is not a man who pleases her. I didn't expect her to put down her figure and take the initiative Please, this Chu Tingyan is still so ignorant, she couldn't help stamping her feet, turned around and left indignantly.

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Bu Hehuan was very curious by nature, so he couldn't help but want to go to the residence of the friend of the owner of the Wushuang Valley. The residence was indeed more exquisite and gorgeous.

So one afternoon, taking advantage of Binger's inattention, Bu Hehuan sneaked out and sneaked in with his lightness kung fu. Fortunately, he was good at lightness kung fu and caught up with the guard changing shift. He didn't encounter any obstacles along the way and walked in smoothly.

This courtyard looks exquisite from the outside, but the inner courtyard has a different scene. It is different from the glittering golden lights in other places of the Demon Cult. The decoration here is extremely elegant, exquisite, and thoughtful everywhere. He just put his heart into it.

The outside is heavily guarded, but there is no one to wait on the inside. It should be that the master likes to be clean, so he called all the servants out.

Bu Hehuan carefully pushed away a room, and the fragrance of books and ink came to him, it was a study.

There is a copybook hanging on the wall, the handwriting is as beautiful as flowing clouds and flowing water, and it is exactly the same as the handwriting that Bu Hehuan saw in the book.

Bu Hehuan was overjoyed, could it be that the senior who marked it in the book lived here?Then he was very interested in getting acquainted, and couldn't help becoming more and more curious. He approached the table and saw that it was a painting with wet handwriting on it, but the painting was only half painted, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a portrait.

Bu Hehuan looked around and found that there were many antiques and rare books in this room. He lowered his head and found a few pieces of torn paper lying in the wooden box under the table. He got up and put it together, and saw that it should be a portrait, but he was surprised when he finished putting together the last piece. The jade butterfly hairpin that Zhao Qingyuan always wears.

Does the person who painted this picture know Miss Zhao?

Feeling more and more strange, I couldn't help but look at the painting carefully, but found that the person in the painting was a bit strange. This person's clothes, posture, and accessories were all Zhao Qingyuan's usual appearance, so at first glance, Bu Hehuan thought it was her, But if you look closely at the eyebrows and eyes, there are some differences. Zhao Qingyuan's eyebrows and eyes are soft, but the person in the painting has a sharp expression. This painting looks like but not like. If it is a problem with the painting skills of the portrait person, it should not be. , The lines are smooth, and it looks like it was drawn by a person with superb skills.

Bu Hehuan couldn't figure it out for a while, so he just put the broken painting in his arms and put it away, quietly retreated from the study, closed the door, and walked a few steps forward, when he heard someone's voice, Bu Hehuan immediately cast it Lightly flew to the eaves.

Only a female voice said: "Ma'am, the owner of the valley sent someone to send a message. He will not come to eat tonight if there are guests. I want you to eat first. Do you need to send the dishes now?"

Bu Hehuan was secretly startled, is Mrs. Gu's wife living here?But why does Li Qin say that she is Gu Zhu's friend?

At this time, a voice sounded, warm and sweet, but it was a male voice.

"I've said it many times, don't call me madam."

Bu Hehuan almost exclaimed, covered his mouth, and continued to listen.

"But the owner of the valley ordered to call your wife, and I dare not disobey."

"Forget it, whatever you want, I won't eat if I don't have an appetite."

"If you don't eat dinner on time, the owner of the valley will be very angry again."

"Since I can't make a decision, you still ask me what to do?"

The man seemed to be angry, but the servant girl seemed not to hear his anger, and her tone was flat: "Madam calm down, I wonder when Madam will have dinner?"

The man suppressed his anger and said impatiently, "Wait a while."

"The little one goes down first."

Bu Hehuan watched the maid walk away, and stretched her neck to see a thin man lying on a recliner.

"come in."

Bu Hehuan was taken aback for a moment, and looked around, only himself.

"..."

The man said again: "Since you're here, why don't you come in."

Bu Hehuan rubbed his nose and said lightly: "Junior Bu Hehuan pays respects to senior."

The man turned around. He had an ordinary face, but he looked very kind. He looked about 30 years old, but his eyes were as dark as ink, and his expression was gentle, which made people feel good and kind.

The man seemed to find it very amused: "I was able to spot you with all my martial arts, which shows that your internal strength is not high. How dare you break into this place alone?"

Bu Hehuan tapped his toes, the man seemed to have the magic power to make people fall in love at first sight, and he didn't call the guards, so it was obvious that there was no malice. Bu Hehuan told the truth unconsciously: "I actually don't have internal strength."

"No internal strength? But since you can sneak in here without being discovered, you must have superior martial arts."

Bu Hehuan nodded, and said eloquently: "I was unable to practice internal strength due to my injury, so my father worked hard to find a light kung fu for me that does not require the cultivation of internal strength."

The man sat up while pressing his waist, looked at him for a while, "Aren't you from Wushuanggu?"

Bu Hehuan shook his head and said with a charming smile: "No, my father is a decent person, so I can barely be considered decent."

The man lowered his head and smiled, feeling indescribably disappointed: "I never thought I would meet decent people in this life..."

As soon as he lowered his head, Bu Hehuan noticed a few red marks on his exposed neck, but he didn't know what they were, but the man saw him staring there, blushed, and covered the red marks with his collar , coughed, and asked: "You said your name is Bu Hehuan, so who is your father?"

"My father made a fortune teller."

The man raised his eyes to look at Bu Hehuan, and said with a slight smile: "It turns out that he is the son of President Bu, and he does look a little like him. Why did you come to Wushuang Valley?"

Bu Hehuan puffed his mouth: "I was arrested by Li Qin."

"He didn't lock you up?"

Bu Hehuan shook his head: "He let me move freely in Wushuang Valley."

The man laughed at himself: "That's right... How can I escape so easily after Wushuanggu came in, if it weren't for that, I wouldn't have lived for so many years..."

He paused, patted the place next to him, "Come here, tell me about the things in the martial arts these years."

Bu Hehuan was obedient and obediently went to do his job, and happily told him the interesting things in the martial arts these years.

The man listened with relish, occasionally asking a few questions.

He knew many people in Jianghu, he listened carefully, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but his eyes were a bit sad.

Bu Hehuan was talking vigorously, when suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside, the man pushed him in a panic, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and hide."

Bu Hehuan didn't know why, but immediately hid under the recliner obediently, and the man hurriedly stretched out his hand to straighten the cushion on the recliner.

"Why didn't you lie down and rest?"

A rough male voice sounded, and Bu Hehuan looked through the gap. The person who came in was tall and tall, with a dark face, deep features, a pair of bottomless eyes, unexpectedly handsome and tough, he hugged the man just now in his arms as soon as he came in. In his arms, the man was not short at all, but he looked petite in his arms.

The man pretended to be natural and asked, "Don't you have guests? Why are you here?"

Bu Hehuan remembered what the maid had said before, it turned out that this person was the owner of Wushuang Valley, Mo Wushuang, and couldn't help holding his breath cautiously.

Mo Wushuang kissed the man hard on the side of the face, "I heard that you have no appetite, so I came to accompany you. No guest is as important as my Yier."