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Yan Qingchi, the owner of the Yan family, hosted a banquet in the east building for Ning Jingyuan, and Yan Lingxi and Yan Linghai were also seated at the same time.

An entire hour passed after the three of them were seated, when the sky was almost dark, the Patriarch Yan Qingchi finally appeared in the East Pavilion. Wearing a large cloak, it is almost impossible to detect the vitality of this old man.

It is hard to imagine that such a person is actually the person who founded the martial arts alliance with Qing Ruoxiao more than ten years ago, and is known as the supreme martial artist.

When Yanqingchi stepped into the hall, Yanlingxi immediately got up and bowed his head respectfully, Tranquility was a full beat behind him.

Yan Linghai has a handicap and cannot get up, but bows his head respectfully, "Father Gui'an, this is Mr. Ning from Yunxuan Sect."

Hearing this, the old man glanced sideways at Ning Jingyuan and nodded slightly. "Okay." The old voice was also lifeless.

"Second brother!" As soon as Yan Qingchi was seated under the service of servants, there was a brisk shout in front of the door, and a boy about seven or eight years old appeared, also dressed in black.

Yan Linghai smiled kindly, and waved to him, "Come, Lingyi, sit here."

The boy smiled heartily and trotted a few steps to come to him.Yan Linghai rubbed his mind, and looked at the person sitting opposite him with a smile, "This is my twelfth younger brother Yan Lingyi, a naughty boy who is still young, Mr. Ning laughed."

Ning Jingyuan nodded calmly, "Second Young Master, you are too polite. Although Lingdi is young, he is talented and intelligent, and he will be a pillar in the future."

Yan Lingxi next to him heard the words, pushed him with his elbow, and whispered: "Brother Jingyuan, am I considered talented?"

Tranquility glanced at him from afar, "You've got a ghost in your mind."

Yan Linghai saw that Yan Qingchi had already started to play with the bowls and chopsticks, he respectfully raised his hand, his words and deeds showed etiquette, "Father, Mr. Ning, eleventh younger brother, twelfth younger brother, please."

"Please." Ning Jingyuan and Yan Lingxi were seated at the same time, but the former's eyes suddenly looked out of the window, it was a dark night gathered by dark clouds.The latter also followed his gaze, and both of them set their sights on the library pavilion of the Yan family.

In the quiet night, a blue shadow, like a low-swirling swallow, circled around for a few weeks, and rushed into a pavilion in the southeast corner of Yan Mansion without a sound.This pavilion presents a strange heptagonal structure, with seven upper and lower floors, and each floor has seven sides.This is the place where Yan Lingxi said to hide the piano - Qixuan Pavilion.

"It's just 340 three pianos, and I have to find them myself, so annoying." The shadow that flew into the pavilion looked around twice. He is currently on the seventh floor, and each side of the seventh floor is really hanging. There are seven dark blue pianos with the same appearance.

Li Qingzhou was wearing a women's blue jacket and skirt, with a simple hairstyle.

According to him, wearing women's clothes is more convenient for action. Of course, Ning Jingyuan thinks this is a poor excuse.

He slowly closed his eyes, raised the pale golden long sword in his hand, the scorching breath penetrated into the sword body from the hilt, and swung a crimson sword energy in an instant!

The sword energy brushed over each zither at a very strange angle, but it didn't make any vibration or sound.The sword qi silently drew a red heptagonal shape, and bounced back to the sword in his hand, and there was an ethereal sword sound humming along with the shaking of the sword.

"It's really annoying." Li Qingzhou curled his lips. Obviously, all the pianos on the seventh floor are the same, and the green shadow is as light as a swallow. From the seventh floor to the sixth floor, at the moment of landing, a strong murderous aura suddenly surged.

That was the sound of iron chains breaking through the air, coming from seven directions. The cold iron chains wrapped around Li Qingzhou's neck, arms, legs, and feet in an instant. The person with the pattern of white rice characters "shua, shua, shua" stepped on the seven pillars of the inner guardrail on the sixth floor, holding the iron chain in his hand tightly.

"Who dares to trespass into the Yan Family's Library Pavilion!" Someone among the seven people asked loudly.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk is really unique." Li Qingzhou put on the iron chain that locked his neck and said lightly.

The seven walls on the sixth floor were lit with faint blue candle lights, reflecting Li Qingzhou's secluded figure, "Don't dare to speak hard." The other end of the chain was pulled suddenly, and Li Qingzhou's body was on all fours, hanging in the air. The pale golden long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. "Be honest with me, little thief!"

"Haha." Li Qingzhou smiled casually, "What are you going to do with me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really don't understand the style." Li Qingzhou's right palm suddenly gathered a group of red golden flames, and the long sword that had fallen on the ground turned into a bright red flame in the faint blue light, "Whew!" The waves of flames flashed like a blood moon in the dark night, "Bang!" The six iron chains were instantly fused, leaving only the one that locked Li Qingzhou's right arm.

The flame wave was like a boiling hot wind, blowing across the seven walls of the six-story pavilion, and the seven faint blue candle lights were extinguished at the same time, followed by all the 49 lyres on the six-story building, all making soul-soothing sounds.

Li Qingzhou landed lightly on the sixth floor, regained his sword in his left hand, and exerted strength with his right arm, dragging the half-hidden person out of the darkness bit by bit, "You guys are so annoying." He looked at the other end of the chain. People, smiled amiably. "It seems that there is no sixth floor." The tone was quite regrettable.

There seemed to be the sound of horseshoes outside the Yan Mansion. The listener was interested. Yan Lingxi's arm that was holding the chopsticks suddenly froze. Yan Linghai smiled at the two sitting opposite him friendly, "It seems that your third sister is back."

"Well, then I should go out to greet you." Yan Lingxi paused for a while, quickly swiped his finger on the stage a few times, and then stood up with a smile.

Yan Linghai nodded in satisfaction, then patted the twelfth younger brother who was eating meat next to him, "Would Lingyi go to see your third sister together?"

Yan Lingyi reluctantly raised her head, her mouth puffed up, and her face was full of resistance, "No, no, third sister is too fierce!"

Yan Linghai patted his head lightly, and turned the wheelchair, "Then let's go, Eleventh Brother."

"Okay." Ning Yuan glanced at the mark written with his fingers on the table when Yan Lingxi got up - a word "save".

"Senior Yan." Ning Yuan also got up immediately, and hurriedly bowed to the head of the family, Yan Qingchi, "Your junior also go out for a walk."

The gate of Yan Mansion is [-] feet high and [-] feet wide. It is about the size of a pavilion, enough for cavalry.But except Miss Yansan, no one would dare to ride a horse into Yan's house.

"Drive!" A woman in a jet-black dress stepped into Yan's house on a fast black horse, her cold eyes stared ahead, her loose long hair danced in the wind.Walking ahead were the two brothers of the Yan family who were pushing four wheelchairs.

"Huh!" The woman pulled the reins, and the black horse under her neighed for a long time. The strong wind from the running horse swept across the Yanling Sea and Yanling River, and finally stopped the horse's hooves one step in front of the four-wheel chair.

Yan Linghai is just like the boundless sea, with limitless resources, even though his sister is so informal, she still has a smile on her face, "You're back?"

Standing behind him, Yan Lingxi also smiled, even more friendly than Yan Linghai, "Third sister, you are back."

The third young lady of the Yan family, Yan Lai, jumped off the horse, her tone was uneven, and her expression didn't change too much, she just responded lightly, "Yes."

"We are already eating, I don't know you are coming back now. Lingxi, ask the cook to cook some more." Yan Linghai patted Yan Lingxi's arm.

Yan Lingxi lowered his head and was about to leave, but was stopped by Yanlu, "Eleventh brother, no need."

In astonishment, Yan Lingxi was looking at her cold and sharp eyes, and seemed to read a little warning, which made him squint his eyes and become alert.

Yanlu turned around without a word, and the black figure went straight to Qixuan Pavilion at a very fast speed.

"Hey. There are no fifth or fourth floors, and my patience is almost worn out." Li Qingzhou leaned against the guardrail of the fourth floor and retracted his sword carelessly. The caretaker of the Ink Shadow Department.

"I hope the third floor won't disappoint me." He put his right palm on the railing and flipped into the third floor with a backflip.

He stood quietly, feeling quietly, "The cold air, the familiar cold air, is especially strong in this layer. The zither is right here..." His eyes gradually approached a certain zither in the darkness...

"Whoosh, whoosh..." The seven sharp arrows that flew out suddenly in the dark, "ding ding ding" were separated by his sword swing, and Li Qingzhou's lazy voice sounded, "Annoying murderous aura, hindering the search for things below."

At this time, boundless murderous intent surged into my heart from all directions.Seven strong crossbows sprang out from the third wall without knowing when, and they were spinning and stringing at the same time, shooting arrows continuously during the rotation angle.

This level of arrow feathers is easy for Li Qingzhou, but it only slightly delays the time for him to touch the target.

"Crackling..." The third floor, no, the fourth floor, the fifth floor... The sound of mechanism turning could be heard throughout the Qixuan Pavilion, "Boom, boom, boom!" Li Qingzhou noticed all the outer windows of the Qixuan Pavilion, From bottom to top, one by one closed, no, not closed, but the mechanism turned the iron plate to seal it!

Seeing this, Li Qingzhou stepped on the guardrail and jumped to the fourth floor.Arrows were flying around like rain, and the long sword in his hand turned into a crimson sword wind, and the arrow feathers scattered in all directions during the whirling.

But his jumping speed slowed down due to the interference of the back arrow, the windows on the fifth floor had been sealed, and the sixth and seventh floors were also completely sealed by iron plates.

Like a wandering swallow, Li Qingzhou landed on the sixth-floor guardrail, his feet were five feet above the ground, his head and surroundings were pitch black, and he fell into complete silence. Even the mechanism for firing the arrow feathers stopped, as if to kill him completely. Locked in the Qixuan Pavilion.

"Hey." Li Qingzhou sighed, but he didn't look depressed. He glanced at the wall and found that all the pianos on the wall were sealed inside the wall due to the mechanism, and there were only empty walls and extinguished music in all directions. candle light.

Li Qingzhou listened quietly. The surrounding environment was not completely quiet, but there was a faint sound of airflow, "Haha. I feel that shooting arrows is too wasteful, so I used poison gas instead."

"How can a thief like you steal what you have found through breaking through the iron shoes for so many years. Wait for death with peace of mind." A voice sounded from outside the Qixuan Pavilion.