Farming and reading lady

The brother and sister are not indecisive, and they make decisions immediately. Villains die because they talk too much, and they are not villains, so there is no need to waste words, and they dance with nunchakus. That's right, the brother and sister's weapons are nunchakus, which are made according to the drawings drawn by Gu Xixian. Since Gu Xixian walked steadily at the age of three, the brother and sister have been practicing Taekwondo and nunchakus. Anyway, there is a ready-made immortal grandfather as an excuse, so she has no guilt in teaching. After practicing for so many years, they have achieved some success, but the brother and sister didn't let anyone else know about this. Today is also the first actual combat for the two.

The last three died with their eyes wide open. They could not understand why six of them, six burly men, came to kill two powerless children, but in the end they were the ones who lost their lives. At the moment before they died, the one they hated most was not the siblings, but the intelligence officer who provided the false information.

The towering evergreen grass could cover up too many things. The brother and sister did not look for a new burial site, but just cut some grass from a farther place to cover the bodies. Digging six large pits was too difficult for them. After finishing, the two of them quickly packed themselves up, walked out from a farther place without paying attention to others, appeared on the path, and then slowly walked forward.

"Brother, is Da Ling's most famous Wenyun Ink really produced here? This road is too desolate." Gu Xixian looked at the small road where no houses could be seen in the distance, and couldn't help but doubt the credibility of this rumor.

Gu Xihao also looked at the seemingly endless path, but his tone was firm: "Don't doubt it, it is indeed here. There is a village in front of it, called Yanyun Manor, which is the production place of Wenyun Ink. It is not appropriate to call it a village, because the village is privately owned. It is said that it was awarded by the ancestor of Da Ling to his brother Yan Yanyun, and it has been passed down from generation to generation."

"Brother, where did you know about this? Did the teacher tell you? I haven't even heard of it." Gu Xixian was curious.

Gu Xihao shook his head: "There is a Da Ling Lu in the teacher's study, which records the life events of the first three generations of Da Ling emperors. This should also be a treasured copy, not everyone knows about it."

"I see. It seems I haven't read enough books." She actually missed such a good book. She must read it when she returns.

The brother and sister walked and talked like this, in a good mood, not affected at all by what had happened before.

The two of them had no idea that Huang Que'er was watching their receding backs with interest behind them.

Yan Ming stood on a boulder beside the road, tapping the palm of his other hand rhythmically with his folding fan. He said to Yan Yunqing beside him, "Brother Qing, go in and take a look yourself. The others wait here first."

"Yeah." Yan Yunqing raised his hand and gestured, then turned and went into the bushes. After a moment, he came out with a mysterious look on his face, then leaned over and whispered a few words in Yan Ming's ear. Yan Ming's eyebrows raised, and the interest in his eyes became stronger.

He thought for a moment and then ordered, "Since we are here, please be kind and take care of those people. Although the corpse powder is expensive, it is rare to have it. This will save them from the pain of being exposed in the wilderness."

The corners of Yan Yunqing's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: Brother, no matter how nice you say it, it can't cover up the fact that you don't want anyone to see the light of day again, and there is no death certificate.

But he didn't dare to say this out loud, because this little cousin was a pure bastard with a dark heart.

He took out a small bottle from his bosom and went into the grass again. This time he stayed a little longer, but he came out in just an incense stick of time. He nodded to Yan Ming to indicate that the matter was done.

Yan Ming nodded: "Let's go back."

It hadn't been long since the group left the city and returned to the city. The soldiers guarding the city couldn't help but wonder, "Master Yan is back so soon?"

Yan Ming smiled and nodded. Yan Yunqing beside him took out a piece of silver and threw it over, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. Let me treat you brothers to some tea."

The soldiers on both sides hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, Master Yan."

Like a young man from an ink painting, he walked away gracefully, fanning himself.

If the Gu Xixian siblings entered the bush again at this time, they would be shocked, because the six living corpses had disappeared without a trace.