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Besides, Shan Simiao was walking towards Yang's house, holding the little mute by the hand, holding a large pile of desserts in his arms, which almost filled his entire arm.

When I entered the door, I happened to meet "Jiang Yingying" who was waiting at the door.

"Where did you take him?" Seeing that Shan Simiao came back leading the little mute, Jiang Yingying relaxed her tense face, and pulled the little mute into her arms.

"It's just going out for a cup of morning tea, why are you nervous?" Shan Simiao said.

"You didn't come back until noon?" Jiang Yingying glared at him angrily, and saw that the little mute was holding a bunch of candied haws in her hand, and snatched them away, "Don't give him sweets, he has bad teeth recently. "

Shan Simiao looked at her back, moving his eyes from the slender waist to the graceful buttocks until the two disappeared in the courtyard.

"You're back." Yang Yingsong's voice came from behind, Shan Simiao looked back, and saw that he was sitting in a wheelchair and walking slowly towards him.

"Is Miss Jiang okay?" Yang Yingsong asked.

"It's okay, where is the eldest son going?" Shan Simiao smiled at him.

"Third sister's bones are not cold yet, and the second brother is missing now. I still have to deal with Hu Bugui's battle right now. I am going to discuss something with my second uncle." Let the servant push himself in.

Shan Simiao noticed that the servant was holding a bowl of medicinal soup.

"If you haven't found the trace of the second son, what will Hu Bugui do?" Shan Simiao asked, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.

With Lian Yishuo's timid and despicable temperament, he would never involve Yang Yingzhu's matter on his own head, so he didn't mention a word to the Yang family.

But Yang Yingsong in front of him clearly knew that Lian Yishuo was there that night, so isn't he afraid that Lian Yishuo will get rumored?

It seems that even Yishuo may have changed direction.

"Second Uncle has agreed to fight for Second Brother."

"Oh? It seems that Second Uncle still loves us juniors in his heart."

"Well, it's all thanks to Mr. Jun." Yang Yingsong pursed his lips into a smile, with a bit of disdain at the corners of his mouth, "It's getting late, I'll go there first."

Slightly nodding his head, Shan Simiao returned to his room.A lot of things happened these days, and he didn't have time to practice the Wuxiang Jue. Now that he was free, he simply sat on the couch and adjusted his breath with luck.

Since the meridian was opened, he felt that the internal energy in his abdomen was getting stronger and stronger. Every time he circulated for a week, his limbs became smooth and comfortable, as if soaking in a hot spring on the top of a mountain. It was warm and refreshing. .What's even more strange is that, following the chanting of the mantra, the moves he has seen in his life, no matter what school or school, whether they are hard or soft, will clearly appear in front of his eyes one by one, and the vivid ones can be directly imprinted in his mind.

The fourth stage, the fifth stage, Shan Simiao's whole body was filled with genuine energy at this time, just as he was about to continue the silent chanting of the Wuxiang Jue, his brows suddenly tightened, and some cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The meridians all over his body seemed to be convulsed, and the pain came out from all over his body, which made him almost lose his temper and hurt his internal organs. Usual cramps.Slowly opening his eyes, his clothes were already soaked in sweat.

Where is the problem? Every time it reaches the sixth level, the true energy in the body is blocked like a stream of water meets a pile of stones.

He took a breath, poured himself a cup of tea, and prepared to get up and change a piece of clothing.Unexpectedly, as soon as the inner shirt was taken off, there was a knock on the door.

Boom—boom—boom, light and slow, not in a hurry, definitely not Meng Yunting.

"Brother Shan, are you here?"

This voice was actually Jun Wuyi.

Since he returned to Yang's house from the boat, it was as if nothing had happened, and he never mentioned this matter.On the other hand, Yang Yingsong didn't seem to make any more moves.

He put on a long gown randomly, and when he opened the door, he saw that he was dressed in white, with a touch of coquettish elegance.

"Excuse me." Jun Wuyi smiled, and was about to walk in, but Shan Simiao slammed his hand on the door frame, and the whole person blocked the door.

"What's the matter?" Shan Simiao raised his hand, and the untied front of his clothes fell apart again, revealing the bright red half of his chest.In some places, the dead skin has begun to fall off gradually, and white and tender new skin has faintly begun to grow.

"It's okay, I just want to come over to see Brother Shan." Jun Wuyi's eyes wandered around him, then he spread his folding fan, and pressed his lips together.

"Did you see it? Go slowly, don't send it off." Shan Simiao saw the slight ripples in his bent peach eyes, and knew that the goblin must be planning something again.

"Tsk, I thought Brother Shan would be interested in the origin of this thing." Seeing that he was about to close the door to see off guests, Jun Wuyi suddenly shook out a small knot from his hand, the knot pattern is very unique, It looks very familiar, almost exactly the same as the one on Shan Simiao, the difference is, if you look closely, there is a pattern of a drop of water circled in the middle of the knot.This one should have been put in the coffin by Yang Yingquan on the day of his funeral.

This fellow dared to dig someone's grave... Shan Simiao glanced at Jun Wuyi in front of him again speechlessly, distracted, and the other party took the opportunity to sneak into the room.

He took out another knot from his bosom and put it in his hand to examine it carefully, Shan Simiao sneered in his heart: Pine needles and Qingquan, these two people really don't shy away from it.

Turning his eyes, he sat down at the table unceremoniously, poured himself a cup of tea, and Jun Wuyi began to look around at Shan Simiao's room.

"What do you want to say?" Shan Simiao closed the door and turned to look at him warily.

"Heh, Brother Shan is really interesting. Even if you don't like male sex, you don't have to avoid Junmou like a wolf or tiger?"

The corner of Shan Simiao's mouth raised, and the flesh on his face was picked up, but he thought in his heart, compared with you, wolves and tigers are really innocent and cute.

"I heard from a servant that Ms. Yang has never liked women's reds, but she tied a pine with a wishful knot. What do you think she is thinking?" got to the point.

Shan Simiao held the tea and said nothing, what did it have to do with him, he didn't even touch anyone's hand.

"Boring, it seems that you already knew." Jun Wuyi pouted while talking, looking at Shan Simiao's expression, "But there is one thing that you definitely don't know."

Shan Simiao finally raised his head this time.

"What do you want to know from me?" Shan Simiao asked.

"Oh, I just like to deal with smart people." Jun Wuyi stood up, his eyes squinted with a smile, he closed the folding fan in his hand, and filled him with a cup of tea, "I want to know Jiang Yingying's origin."

Shan Simiao looked up at him, the two looked at each other and smiled, but each had their own ghosts in their hearts.

"How do I know that your news is more valuable than mine?" Shan Simiao asked.

"Then how are you doing?" Jun Wuyi waved his fan calmly.

"Let's hear it first."

Jun Wuyi smiled, did not speak, just dipped Ruyu's fingertips in the tea, and wrote three words on the table - Yang Yanfeng.

Shan Simiao knew that Jun Wuyi's purpose was the blood glaze from the Longevity Gate, but Jun Wuyi couldn't figure out what Shan Simiao's purpose was.Such a little-known boy, but with extraordinary skills and strange martial arts, it is really puzzling that he can still be in front of this famous uncle in this strange situation.

Shan Simiao glanced at those three words, then blew on the tea leaves, and slowly described the situation when he met Jiang Yingying, but skipped the part where he fought Hu Bugui.

"No wonder...she is Jiang Wei's daughter."

"It's your turn." Shan Simiao reminded him when he saw that he was frowning and silent.

Jun Wuyi also took a sip of tea, and said slowly, "One palace and four gates, all five lakes and four seas bow their heads."

"Everything is gone, and the six sects and five schools are all ruined." Shan Simiao answered him.

"It seems that brother Shan knows a lot."

"It must be inferior to Mr. Jun." Shan Simiao looked up at him, and he only heard Meng Yunting vaguely said a few words from Lu Jichun, but Meng Yunting, if he heard a sentence, he would miss a sentence. It's like saying nothing.

"Heh," Jun Wuyi chuckled lightly, and said eloquently.

"The four sects are the most mysterious four forces in the Jianghu. A few years ago, Yu Luocheng, a master of martial arts, founded the Wuxiang Palace, and led his four dragon masters to fight fiercely. Even the abbot of Qianye Temple, Master Yanku, was defeated by him. Under the Wuxiang Jue, the martial arts are so high that it is unimaginable, and it is called Wulin No. 1. Later, it is rumored that the Wuxiang Jue he learned was originally a Buddhist secret school. Hundreds of schools, if they meet the strong, they will be strong, and those who practice it can have a vivid memory and learn all the moves in the world."

When Jun Wuyi was talking about Wuxiang Jue, he saw Shan Simiao's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. Shan Simiao was startled, and thought that the battle with the sword formation in the secret room might have aroused his suspicion.

"Later Yu Luocheng disappeared for no reason. The four heads of dragons in his palace were completely divided for the sake of freedom. It's one of them."

"It is said that everyone in the Longevity Sect adopts the way of health preservation and practices the formula of longevity. This is why they have the skills to maintain their appearance. The inner strength they practice can delay aging and maintain their appearance. The 20-year-old disciples in the sect look like they are in their teens, and the 30-year-old Looks like he's only 20 years old."

"What does that have to do with Yang Yanfeng?"

"I met Yang Yanfeng a few years ago, but the man in his fifties doesn't look old at all."

"Oh? Just based on this, you guess that he is a member of the Longevity Sect?" Shan Simiao raised his eyebrows. If it is true, it would be interesting.

"It's not a guess, it's a certainty. Moreover, he must be the master of the Longevity Sect." Jun Wuyi tapped lightly with his fingertips, "Four years ago, there was a civil strife in the Longevity Sect. Among the three elders in the Sect, one disappeared and the other defected. Now only The one below is holding on. It just so happens that once Yang Yanfeng, the head of the Yang family, dies, the Longevity Gate will be in chaos."

Jun Wuyi paused, "Could it be, Brother Shan thinks, this is also a coincidence?"

"Even if he is the master of the Longevity Sect, what does it matter to me?"

"Of course not, but the three elders under him are quite related to brother Shan." Jun Wuyi pursed his lips and smiled, pretending to be mysterious.

Shan Simiao raised his eyes, waiting for his next words.

After finishing his cup of tea, Jun Wuyi tapped the edge of his fan on the table lightly, but he was not in a hurry to speak, as if he was waiting for Shan Simiao to ask him.

"The remaining one is the woman from that night?" Shan Simiao asked.

Jun Wuyi narrowed his eyes, and then put away the smile on his face.

"Yes. That woman's name is Yuchanzi. She is good at disguise and scheming. She was the one Yang Yanfeng relied on the most back then." Jun Wuyi replied, and then glanced at him, "Among the three, Brother Shan only asked This woman. It seems that the other two have also been guessed by Brother Shan. "

"In the Jianghu, there are not many people who have something to do with my wandering husband, so it's not difficult to guess."

"Tell me and listen." Jun Wuyi said expectantly.

"...Among the three people, the one who disappeared should be Jiang Wei, and the one who rebelled is probably Hu Bugui." Shan Simiao looked at him, and seeing him smile, it was a tacit agreement.

It seems that he has already found out what he deliberately kept from him just now, and he has wasted all his efforts.

"I thought Jiang Yingying was that woman, but if you say she is Jiang Wei's daughter, then the age is wrong." Jun Wuyi tapped the edge of the table lightly with his fan bone, "Unless..."

"Unless she's not Jiang Yingying." Shan Simiao added for him.

A flash of surprise flashed in Jun Wuyi's eyes. On the surface, Shan Simiao didn't seem to know much about the conflicts in the world, but what he said and what he did were always unexpected.

Shan Simiao, Shan Simiao, it seems that I still underestimate him.

Jun Wuyi was wary of him, but Shan Simiao had other considerations. It seemed that Jun Wuyi had revealed a lot to him, but if he thought about it, it was only superficial. It's the really critical part that hasn't been revealed yet.

For example, the whereabouts of Yang Yanfeng.

"Actually, we don't need to guess randomly, all the truth will be known in two days." After Jun Wuyi said, he walked out the door, turned around halfway, and threw the knot in his hand to Shan Simiao.

"Brother Shan's business is not losing money today, if you come here, you will be famous, but don't forget the credit for the younger brother."

"I accept your good words." Shan Simiao stretched out his hand to take the thing, saw him walking away leisurely, but felt something was wrong in his heart.

This Yang family is really getting more and more troublesome. If I knew it earlier, I might as well have been more cautious. Now I have caused a disturbance for no reason, and I haven't seen any benefits.