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The night wind was slightly cool, blowing a chill on his face.

Wen Xia ran her fingers through her hair that was blown between her temples, and said, "Lang Yi explained the ins and outs of the whole disaster. On the surface it seems to be orderly, but there are still unsolved mysteries."

The wind entered Jun Ling's sleeves, his clothes fluttered, and the color of frost rolled up. He said: "The death of Di Rong, the man in black in the water village."

Wen Xia nodded, "Since Lang Yi said that Ditong left Yingtianchang Palace to find the child Gu, he would definitely not use the child-mother Gu to harm ordinary people's lives. And the mother Gu in the water village has obviously opened its spiritual awareness. He did some things, so he was removed by the man in black." He paused, and then said: "When we saw the flute in the thatched cottage, he was already dying, unlike the man in black who was unpredictable when he fought me in the water village. ..."

Jun Ling was silent for a while, and said: "When you saw Di Rong's body just now, what did you see?"

Wen Xia thought for a moment, "With a sword in the chest, the body becomes cold. If Lang Yi's hands were used when he entered the dungeon, the temperature of the corpse should not have dissipated so quickly."

"Someone killed Di Rong before we came to the dungeon." Jun Ling said in a deep voice, "Let Di Rong die silently without anyone noticing."

Wen Xia said: "Di Rong was tortured today, his wrists and ankles are all in shackles, it's not difficult to kill him."

Jun Lingchen glanced at him, Wen Xiayou understood the meaning in Jun Lingshen's eyes, and said with a smile: "If you want to say that it was Ah Chan who killed Dirong, then I can give him a personal certificate. After I came out of the dungeon, I stayed together until nightfall, but after I separated, I went straight to the dungeon, if he came to kill Dirong at this time, he would definitely bump into me."

Jun Ling didn't make a sound, he probably guessed that Jun Ling was thinking, and said: "Even if there is something like a secret passage in Yingtianchang Palace, Ah Chan went to the dungeon one step ahead of me to get rid of Di Rong. But Di Rong's body But when I found him, he was bled dry, his neck was stiff, with such a reaction, Dirong had been dead for at least an hour."

He looked at Jun Lingshen and raised his eyebrows, "One hour ago, Ah Chan was still with me."

Jun Lingshen withdrew his gaze from his face, "The minutiae doubts should be explained by Ying Tianchanggong himself."

"Mr. Miaoyinqing's words mean that you will no longer interfere in the follow-up of this matter?" Wen Xia pretended to be surprised, "This is not like the usual style of Mr. Miaoyinqing who is upright..."

"Master Miaoyinqing, please don't worry." Lang Chan led the disciples of Yingtianchang Palace to walk out of the dungeon. We must investigate to the end, and give justice to the innocent!"

As soon as the words fell, the disciples of Ying Tianchang Palace behind Lang Chan cupped their hands together, with solemn expressions, but they said in unison: "Ying Tianchang will definitely give justice to innocent people!"

Seeing this, Wen Xia reckoned that Lang Chan should have confided about the child-mother Gu to these disciples generously, which was much more resolute than his elder brother Lang Yi who kept a secret and refused to leak a word.Hearing the words, Jun Ling just brushed lightly across the faces of the crowd, nodded and left with his back turned.

Wen Xia thought to himself that Jun Lingshen should be returning to the inn to visit the sick child at this time, and was about to follow up, thinking for a while and said to Lang Chan: "I know you will be very busy in the future, so I have something to do." I will speak to you now."

Lang Chan raised his hand and screened the disciple behind him, "What's the matter?"

"Before Ditong died, he entrusted a child to me..." Wen Xier paused, "Entrusted to me and Jun Wang. The child was an orphan without father and mother. Ditong died after leaving Yingtianchang Palace half a year ago. I picked him up, and the two of them have been living in the thatched cottage outside the city of Chongtianlou. Although Di Tong has not stated clearly, I guess that child has a lot of meaning to Di Tong." It was only after the child was safe and sound that he hanged himself.

Lang Chan was silent for a long time when he heard the words, before he said: "Can I go see that child first?"

Wen Xia didn't think much, nodded and said, "Let's go."

The two of them left Yingtianchang Palace and went straight to the inn. Wen Xia, who knew the way well, brought Lang Chan to the room where Jun Lingchen and the child were. He knocked on the door, "Jun Wang, it's me."

The room was brightly lit with candles, and there was the faint sound of a child weeping. Wen Xiaer guessed that it was probably the child crying, so she knocked on the door and yelled again.Seeing this, Lang Chan said, "Let me do the knocking."

As soon as the words fell, Lang Chan knocked on the door, "Miao Yinqing Lord, I am Lang Chan." After a while, the two doors creaked open.

Wen Xia opened her eyes, "Why did he open the door when you knocked?"

Lang Chan looked at him with some pity, "Maybe it's because of you, Ah Yang, that he didn't open it."

Wen Xia laughed angrily, strode into the room, and wanted to reason with Jun Lingchen, but saw the child sitting on the stool alone, rubbing his eyes and sobbing softly, while Jun Lingchen was standing beside the child, bowing his head. He frowned, seemingly helpless.

Lang Chan came from behind him, saw the scene in front of him, and said, "Why is he crying?"

Wen Xia walked up to the child, took a long look at Jun Ling, and said gloatingly, "It's probably because Mr. Miaoyinqing was scared to cry."

Lang Chan choked, Wen Xiaer beckoned to Lang Chan to signal him to come over, then turned his head and looked at the child, "Why are you crying? Are you hungry?"

The child lowered his hands, looked up at him with red eyes, choked up and said, "...brother, I want an uncle."

"Who is uncle?" Lang Chan also came to his side.

Hearing Lang Chan asking him, the child looked at Lang Chan again, "Uncle is the uncle... the uncle who lived with me in the thatched house..."

As soon as Lang Chan heard it, he understood that the "uncle" in the other party's mouth was referring to Di Tong, and took out a square towel to wipe the tears on the child's face, "I am your uncle's friend, he asked me to find you."

The child stopped crying for a moment and asked, "Why didn't uncle come to see me? Why did you ask brother to come?"

Hearing this, Lang Chan looked at Wen Xia'er, Wen Xia'er thought for a moment, and said, "You forgot what brother told you last time? Your uncle is sleeping now, so he can't come to see you."

The child blinked, "Then when will he wake up? When will he come to me?"

Facing such an innocent question, Wen Xia didn't know how to answer for a while, so he heard Lang Chan's gentle voice: "Come with me, when you grow up, your uncle will come to you."

Wen Xia was stunned, and looked sideways at Lang Chan, "Ah Chan, do you want to..."

Jun Ling Shen, who had been silent for a long time, also said: "Before the flute leaves, entrust him to me."

"And me!" Wen Xia said, "Di Tong also entrusted him to me."

Lang Chan glanced back and forth between the two of them, and said: "Ah Yang and Mr. Miao Yinqing have special identities, if there is an extra child by their side, it may cause some kind of storm. And Di Tong is a disciple of Ying Tianchang Palace after all. Since this child was his only thought during his lifetime, no matter because of the friendship of the same clan or the old love, he should be brought up by Ying Tianchang Palace."

What Lang Chan said was indeed correct. Wen Xia'er's identity was indeed criticized in the world of cultivating immortals. Since his father Wen Qiufeng became famous, there were countless open and dark arrows around him.Just like the Mid-Autumn Festival a few days ago, even when he was walking on the street for no reason, there were monks rushing up to take his life. If he hadn't achieved something in his cultivation and had more than enough protection for himself, I don't know how many monks would have died at the hands of the monks .

But what happened to Jun Lingshen is unknown.Jun Ling said solemnly: "Ask him if he is willing to go with you."

Lang Chan wiped away the tears from the corner of the child's eyes, and said: "Your uncle grew up in Yingtianchang Palace, which can be regarded as his home. Would you like to go back to your uncle's home with me?"

A look of confusion appeared on the child's face, "Uncle's house? Will uncle come home to visit me in the future?"

Lang Chan smiled lightly, "Maybe."

The child suddenly opened his arms towards Lang Chan, and said in a hoarse voice: "...I, I will go home with you."

Lang Chan was stunned when he saw the child reaching out to him, Wen Xia pointed out from the side: "He wants you to hug him."

Lang Chan seemed to feel a little unbelievable, and stretched out his arms very slowly to hug him into his arms.The child put his arms around Lang Chan's neck and urged in a low voice: "Let's, let's go..."

Wen Xia glanced at Jun Lingshen, and sighed: "Jun Miaoyinqing worked so hard to take care of him for a few days, but he never wanted Ah Chan to coax him away with just a few words. It's really embarrassing."

Jun Ling calmed down and asked Lang Chan, "You brought him back to Tianchang Palace, do you want to accept him as a disciple?"

Lang Chan hugged the child, his posture was a little stiff, "I will raise him up, whether he is willing to become a disciple of Yingtianchang Palace to cultivate immortality, let's see him make his own decision in the future."

Jun Ling nodded heavily, presumably satisfied with Lang Chan's reply.

Wen Xia suddenly remembered something, and said to Lang Chan: "He has no name and surname, remember to name him after you respond to Tianchang Palace."

Lang Chan thought for a moment, looked down at the child in his arms, and said slowly: "You don't have a surname, so would you like to be surnamed Lang like me?"

The child was still ignorant, but he still nodded when he heard the words.Lang Chan smiled, then looked at Wen Xia'er and Jun Lingshen again, "Since he was handed over to Ah Yang and Miao Yinqing Jun as a flute, this name should be taken by the two of you."

"Choose a name..." Wen Xia touched his chin, glanced at Jun Lingchen from the corner of his eye, saw that the other party was shaking his sleeves and bowing his head as if thinking, so he immediately restrained his thoughts and said, "Let me think about it."

Lang Chan waited quietly at the side, the child in his arms loosened his arms around his neck, his eyelids fluttered drowsily.After a while, only two voices were heard at the same time.

"Why don't you just call it 'Xing'?"

"Long Xing."

Wen Xia looked at Jun Lingshen in astonishment, and Jun Lingshen also frowned at Wen Xia.

"Ah Yang and Mr. Miao Yinqing seem to be thinking of the same place." Lang Chan said with a smile, "I just don't know what the word 'xing' means?"

Wen Xia said in a deep voice: "The road is difficult, even if the road will diverge in the future, you can still walk in the world unyielding."

Jun Lingchen pursed her thin lips tightly after listening to his words, and did not respond.

Lang Chan saw that the clues were not broken, and said: "Lang Xing is very good, I will bring this child back to Tianchang Palace."

Wen Xia watched Lang Chan leave with the child in his arms, and was about to turn back to Mingqiu when the matter was over, when Jun Lingshen suddenly called him, "Wen Yang."

Wen Xia turned around, Jun Ling was standing in the window, the moonlight poured on him outside the window, his cold face seemed to be coated with a hazy light, his beauty was a bit unreal.

Wen Xia stared straight at Jun Lingchen, and the tips of his ears became hot for no reason. He knew that he was in a bad mood at the moment, so he reverted to his old ways, and pretended to be calm, "What are you calling me for..."

Jun Ling said in a deep voice: "...Did you use a mind-changing technique on me?"

"Heart-changing technique?" Wen Xia was puzzled, "What kind of technique is that?"

Jun Ling paused for a moment, then looked away suddenly, and said, "You go."

Just as Wen Xia had this intention, she raised her hand to draw a formation, but suddenly there was a clear and crisp bird song in the room.He followed the sound and found that the cry was coming from Jun Ling Shen's body, so he asked casually, "You still keep birds, Jun Wang?"

Jun Lingshen put his left hand behind his back, as if he was hiding something behind, and said coldly: "Wen Yang, you go."

Wen Xia looked behind Jun Lingshen, but Jun Lingshen hid his left hand so tightly that he didn't let him see anything.He said: "It's so tightly hidden that I seem to want to snatch it from you..." After saying that, he bullied himself and quickly poked behind Jun Lingchen to see what happened.

Jun Lingshen's reaction was extremely quick, seeing that he had reached the back, he didn't take half a step back, but jumped out of the window, walked into the void, and left at night.Wen Xia'er was only stunned for a moment, then jumped out of the window and chased after him. Jun Lingshen's behavior of retreating had completely aroused his curiosity, and he also stepped into the night, chasing after Jun Lingshen : "Jun Wang, why are you so stingy! It's just a bird, you can't even show it to me?"

Jun Lingshen didn't turn his head back, avoiding him and leaving as quickly as a snake and scorpion.

Wen Xia'er who was chasing after her felt both angry and funny, and said loudly, "If you want to avoid me, you can just run away with an imperial movement technique? You have to let me chase you, is it fun?"

Jun Ling Shen Wenyan's body suddenly stopped, Wen Xia's eyes lit up, and he was about to speed up to catch up, but saw the white-clothed figure not far in front of him disappearing in place.

Jun Lingchen really escaped with the Imperial Walking Technique!

Wen Xia narrowed her eyes in displeasure, and said "boring".Then he stopped on the eaves of a roof, raised his hand and sketched a teleportation array, then turned back to Mingqiu.

It was already late at night, Wen Xia just stepped into the main entrance of the house when he saw many monks walking back and forth in the courtyard.Most of these monks were unfamiliar to them. Seeing Wen Xia, he bowed his hands to signal to him, so he had no choice but to bow back, but his heart suddenly became confused. After seeing a familiar monk in the crowd, he stepped forward and pulled him to a remote place. Ask in a low voice: "Why are there so many strangers in the house?"

The one who was held back by Wen Xiaer was also a guest of the Wen family, a rather seasoned swordsman named You Shu.

You Shu heard the words, thought for a while and said: "Mr. Wen has recruited many monks these days, and he is discussing important matters in the front hall at the moment, and the strange monks Young Master saw just recently entered the mansion."

Wen Xia frowned, "Why did father recruit so many monks for no reason?"

"Mr. Wen has his own considerations, so you don't have to worry about it, Young Master." You Shu glanced at the scene in the courtyard, and seeing everyone walking towards the front hall, he cupped his hands and said to him: "You Shu is going to discuss matters, another day Greetings with Young Master again."

"Mr. Youshu, wait a minute." Wen Xia called to stop Youshu, and tentatively said, "Mr. Youshu, can you tell me conveniently, what is the important matter that father is discussing with you?"

You Shu paused, and apologized: "Young Master should know that Mr. Wen has issued a death order, and he can't disclose any matters to you, Young Master. Please forgive me, Young Master."

Wen Xia moved sideways to let Youshu go.

As Youshu said, no matter what his father was planning, not only would he not tell him, but he also ordered all guest monks not to reveal anything to him.In the whole family, he is the only one who bears the title of Young Master Mingqiu in the outer space, but he knows nothing about it like an outsider.

Wen Xia pursed her lips in a straight line, her feet flew into the air, her figure leaped a few feet above the eaves, and landed silently on one of the eaves.The concealment talisman was attached to the left shoulder, Wen Xia squatted down, gently lifted a piece of tile, and looked into the hall through the exposed gap.

The hall was brightly lit, about dozens of monks of various colors were sitting under the steps, Wen Qiufeng sat on the honorable seat on the steps, his emotions and anger were invisible.

I saw the monk on the next step stood up, bowed respectfully to him, and was about to speak, but he raised his hand to stop him, "There are people on the eaves."

The monks all around looked alert, and Wen Qiufeng said, "Don't worry, everyone, it's my unworthy son on the eaves."

Everyone relaxed after hearing the words, only to hear a monk laughing and saying: "Mr. Wen is self-effacing. The young master has outstanding talents, and he has already been famous in Kyushu at a young age. How can this be called disappointment?"

The monks in the hall echoed one after another, "That's true. Young Master Wen's array talisman is so exquisite that it is unsurpassed. Looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, there are probably very few people of the same age who can surpass your son."

"It's just a false reputation in the outside world." Wen Qiufeng waved his hands and said, "Everyone wait a moment, I'll go and see that kid first."

"Mr. Wen and your son haven't seen each other for a long time. The father and son must miss you very much. Mr. Wen, let's go, don't miss us..."

The eaves were some distance away from the ground. After listening to the conversation in the hall for a while, Wen Xia could not hear clearly, so she wanted to lower her head and listen to the gap, but suddenly felt a gust of wind behind her, "Can you hear clearly?"

Wen Xia immediately stiffened her back, turned her back very slowly, stood up, and shouted: "...Dad."

Wen Qiufeng tore off the concealment talisman attached to Wen Xia'er's left shoulder with his bare hands, and said: "After so many times, I still don't have a long memory. Your talisman is like waste paper in front of people with higher cultivation than you."

Wen Xia felt dissatisfied, "I will improve, even if I meet a monk whose cultivation level is much higher than mine in the future, I won't teach people to notice the clue."

Wen Qiufeng let go of the concealment talisman, and the red talisman slipped back into Wen Xia's sleeve automatically, and he said: "If I find out that you are eavesdropping, I will be confined to the ancestral hall at home for half a year."

"I didn't come to eavesdrop..." Wen Xia'er tried to defend himself, "I, I came to find Mo Zhu."

Wen Qiufeng said: "Mo Zhu has been sent by me to investigate the mother-child Gu, he is not in the palace."

Wen Xia blurted out: "The matter of the child-mother Gu has come to light, we can call Mr. Mo back and don't need to investigate any further."

"Are you going to investigate this matter on your own?"

"No, I didn't go, it was..." Wen Xia scolded herself, and admitted bravely: "Yes, I went to investigate. The person involved in this matter is dead, and those who should be punished have also been punished." Punishment, although some minor doubts have not been resolved, but it can be regarded as resolved."

Wen Qiufeng's voice cooled down, "Since there are still doubts left, how can it be regarded as a solution? When did my father teach you to deceive yourself?"

Wen Xia bowed her head and accepted the reprimand, not daring to speak easily.Unexpectedly, the expected admonition did not come, Wen Qiufeng said: "You tell Mo Zhu the ins and outs of the matter, and Mo Zhu will investigate the rest and you don't have to intervene."

Wen Xia claimed yes, when a letter suddenly appeared in his field of vision, he raised his head to take the letter, and asked, "What is this?"

Wen Qiufeng turned his face away and looked at the night sky, "One of the soups and medicines your mother always takes, which is produced in Mingqiu, is almost exhausted, so Tiao'er wrote to ask."

Wen Xiayou squeezed the letter in her hand tightly, a little disbelieving, "Father...Dad, are you asking me to send medicine to Qingmu?"

Wen Qiufeng said: "If you don't want to go, I will send others."

"I'll go! I'll go! I'll go!" Wen Xia was overjoyed, the corners of her lips could not stop rising, "I'm going to Qingmu tomorrow, no... I'm going now! I'm going to give the medicine now Mother sent it."

"I've put the medicine in your room. You can leave for Qingmu in two days." Wen Qiufeng said, "It's too late tonight, so you can go back to your room."

Wen Xia hurriedly nodded and smiled, "Okay, okay, I'll go back to the house right away. Dad, you should rest early, don't discuss matters with other uncles too late!" Then he turned and jumped off the eaves, and went straight to his room.

Standing on a high place, Wen Qiufeng looked at Wen Xia's figure drifting away, with a rare smile in his eyes.

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In this chapter 1, Wen Xiaer chased Jun Lingshen to see his bird w