heart pole

There are many buildings in Qinzhou Yanfu, and the black brick walls and tiles are surrounded by green bamboo and strange rocks, which is elegant and solemn.Apart from the main pavilion, the Qixuan Pavilion, the tallest building in the Yan family, is a weird building, because unlike other square-structured pavilions, the eaves of each floor extend to seven different directions, making it a seven-cornered pavilion.

Under the windless and moonless night, the Qixuan Pavilion was still as dark as ever.

"Ding." In the pitch-black first floor of the pavilion, a dark blue candle suddenly lit up.

"Ta, ta..." Following that, footsteps sounded.In the northeast corner of the seventh floor, a chilly air drifted around. A man in a black robe stepped into the drowsy blue shadow candlelight. He held a glazed mirror in his left hand. colorful.

The silver cloth boots exposed under the robe stepped on the deep purple carpet with a white cross pattern, and there was a "click, click" in the floor of the Qixuan Pavilion, and then, at the northeast corner of the seventh floor, a black wooden chair stood up quietly.

"All here?" The black robe was draped over the wooden chair, and there was a dark blue carved screen on the side of the chair.Holding the glass mirror in his hand, he sat upright, the eyes reflected in the mirror seemed to be frozen, as if waiting.Just like his deep tone, like a still shadow sinking into a wall, without seeing waves.

Immediately afterwards, the second floor also reflected dark blue candlelight.

Corresponding to the frosty breath in the northeast corner, a scorching air flow diffused, and another man in black appeared in the southwest corner of the seventh floor.Leaning against the black textured wall, he took down a dark blue Yaoqin on the wall, and the moment he took the piano, a black chair was moved out of the dark compartment.

He sat down lazily and plucked the strings of the qin, and the sound of Lingling qin resounded like a ring. "Old Ba, I haven't seen you for so many years, I'm quite mature." His tone was brisk and careless like the leisurely sound of a piano.

Afterwards, the third and fourth floors also flashed a faint blue light.

At this moment in the Qixuan Pavilion, it was clear that the windows were closed tightly, but the air was suddenly blown by the whistling wind, and immediately there was the clamor of knives and swords.

The hazy black curtain hanging from the window of Xuantiexuan in the northwest corner was lifted several feet away by the fine blade wind, and the black wooden chair fell down after the blade wind silenced, shaking the ground lightly.

A black-clothed swordsman with two black knives on his back walked to the chair and sat down, "Old Seven, this is the first time we have met as a whole in so many years."

The curtain in the southeast corner was almost at the same moment when the swordsman entered, and a gap of several feet was lifted by the strong and soft sword energy. The man in the black robe carried a pale green long sword on his back, and hung a bunch of ice blue tassels, black and white. Shadow sneaked in from the gap without a sound.

"Ha, all of them? Does that include Little Eleven?" He glanced around, and with a wave of his black sleeves, a gust of blade wind "clicked" to move the mechanism on the wall, and a black wooden chair was immediately moved from the dark place. After sitting down, "Fifth, you say that, someone at home discovered our existence?"

"Crack." Someone applauded in the dark, and finally, the blue candles on the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors all lit up.

"Roll, wheel." The black wooden car slowly drove out from the shadow in the north corner, and the black feather fan swayed gently, matching Yan Linghai's elegant and calm temperament. "My brothers, you will not be buried in the darkness, and sooner or later you will stand under the sun, just for that common goal."

The men in ink in the four directions of northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest raised their heads at the same time, and looked through the dark carved screen to focus on Yan Linghai.

"The Everbright Inkstone Family, is it?" His tone was light and slightly serious.Only to hear the sound of footsteps on the seventh floor again, but it was due east.

A dark gray mist floated between the dim lights, and someone in the mist chanted: "The world is bustling with streams and clouds, and the lonely city is thousands of miles away. There is no disturbance in the world, and there are thousands of spring breezes in the morning."

The eyes of the young man in a gray robe are strange, and he walks leisurely and leisurely.I saw a black folding fan suddenly opened, the breeze blew by, and the gray robe that looked tattered swayed slightly.

"Moreover, use such an extreme method." The footsteps on the seventh floor did not stop, but came from the other end. magnificent.

The woman was wearing a dark gray robe, holding a white ice-patterned Yaoqin in her hands, and there was a thin snow-like clothes inside the gray robe. The moment she stepped out from the due west, it was like the sky breaking through the clouds, and she was so happy for this gloomy pavilion. Add a bit of warmth in early spring and evening snow.

"Ha." Yan Linghai rolled his eyes slightly, and Wen Ya smiled lightly, "Eleventh Brother and Ninth Sister, this is the first time that all of us are here."

"Everyone is here? Hehe, are you underestimating someone?"

At this moment, black sword energy rained down one after another, accompanied by the rustling sound of iron chains, seven iron chains were pulled from seven directions in the hollowed-out patio in the center of Qixuan Pavilion, forming a sparse Net, a black shadow descended lightly.

The slender legs under the black veil lightly touched the center of the iron chain, and the cold face on the dark gray robe exuded a lingering aura. It was the current head of the Yan family, Yan Xai.

Yan Linghai sat gracefully on the small car seat, with his usual kind smile on his face, "Don't dare, if you neglect the actions of Third Sister, I'm afraid..."

The man in black who was playing the qin uttered a sarcastic remark, "I'm afraid it's not just the eldest, the fourth, and the tenth, but even our bones have already been terribly cold."

"Hmph." Yanlae raised his dark gray robe, and the long black ink sword suddenly appeared at his waist, and he immediately unsheathed it. "Second brother, before Yuezu takes over, don't forget who is the head of the Yan family now!"

The pitch-black sword pointed straight at Yan Linghai's forehead, Yan Ling turned around like a gray eagle, and the blade stabbed like sharp claws.

The swordsmen and swordsmen in the southeast and northwest corners clenched their weapons on their backs almost at the same time, but Yan Linghai raised his arms calmly, signaling not to move rashly.

The feathers on the black fan trembled slightly due to the whistling sword wind, but Xuan Mo stopped before he was about to touch Yan Linghai's eyebrows.

"You." There was deep resentment and unwillingness in Yanlu's eyes, the long sword in his hand flicked twice, and hung down by his side.

Yan Linghai's smile remained undiminished, "I've already said, everyone is here." He gently caressed the child in his arms, his slender knuckles brushing his face like the spring breeze of the morning light.The twelfth younger brother Yan Lingyi, who was only seven years old, was soundly asleep, uttering ravings from time to time.Yanlu looked at this scene, feeling disgusted in his heart, feeling this very unpleasant feeling of being coerced.

"Ah, ah." Yan Lingxi's folding fan shook, "Since all the members are here, we can no longer break branches and leaves on our Yan family's own land." He pressed the mechanism on the wall casually, and two black sheets The chairs appear in the due east and due west directions respectively.

Yan Lingxi smiled calmly and leisurely, "I mean, can you remove the crossbow on it? It would be bad if it scares our little brother."

The graceful old Jiu Yanshuang of the Yan family trembled slightly at this time, the arm supporting Yaoqin, she immediately raised her head when she heard the words of Yan Lingxi, and saw three crossbows hanging on the corner of the beam, facing Yan Linghai. middle.

"Well, it's not good." Yan Linghai smiled a little bit, while the feather fan fluctuated, there was a slight sound of mechanism turning on the beam, and the crossbow disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Sit down, third sister. The head of the Yan Family doesn't sit down, we are juniors..." Yan Lingxi folded the fan, and the handle pointed to Yan Linghai's side.

The pitch-black floor trembled for a few breaths, and the seventh black wooden chair located in the north of Qixuan Pavilion appeared beside Yan Linghai's cart.

Yan Xun snorted coldly, Xuan Mo put into the sheath, turned around and lifted up the gray robe, and sat down Ling Ran.

The black wheelchair in the north stood side by side with the black senior chair, and the gentle and indifferent temperament was facing Ling Ran's sharp aura. The entire seventh floor of the Qixuan Pavilion was filled with an increasingly fierce atmosphere of confrontation.

"Ha." Yan Lingxi and Yanshuang, who was standing in the west, looked at each other and took their seats.

At this moment, three people in gray robes, five people in black robes, seven high-ranking chairs and one wheelchair each occupy a place.

Between the cold candle lamps and in the air, sword wind and sword energy flowed, scheming secretly, and the meaning of confrontation diffused.

"Don't talk. Are you waiting for my little brother to speak first?" Yan Lingxi held the handle of the fan and tapped his forehead. After pretending to be sad, the black fan suddenly opened. The gray fan that should have been blank before, unexpectedly One word emerged: Jing.

"Then, let's talk about the most popular Changyuan Formation right now. I met an opponent in Youdie Ridge. He has a black-clothed subordinate who uses the Jianghuai school of swordsmanship."

"The Yan family is one of the eight sects of Marquis Wu, and martial arts is already familiar to many knights in the rivers and lakes." Said the man in black with a pair of knives in the northwest corner.

"Oh? Brother Wu, does this mean that Jianghuai School is one of the eight sects?" Yan Lingxi rolled his eyes, and his smile grew stronger.

"Eleven. So, the person in Youdie Ridge who used the Changyuan Formation to plot against you is from the Jianghuai School?" The black-robed man holding a glass mirror in the northeast corner wiped the frost on the mirror with a snow-white silk cloth, over topic.

"Those who can learn martial arts from the Jianghuai sect are not limited to those within their sect." Yan Xun was still sarcastic.

Yan Linghai caressed Yan Lingyi's hair with lowered eyes, and said in a gentle manner: "The Jianghuai faction is a good opponent, the third player in the martial arts alliance, and has been trying to replace the position of the Yan family in the alliance. Yunxuanmen built a new sword city, and also monopolized the salt and iron trade in Huainan and Huaibei. I heard that the Jianghuai faction has been coveting the business of Jiangnan Dao recently, and I don’t know how your new friend from Jiangyuelou is doing.”

"I've never worried about the matter of Lord Ye." Yan Lingxi said with a leisurely smile, shaking his fan.

Yan Ling stared at the movement of Yan Linghai's hands, and said coldly: "Hehe, you are gentle."

Yan Linghai tilted his head slightly, and his smile seemed to be sarcasm, "Compared to someone who cruelly killed his own brother, he is indeed gentle."

The black-robed man playing the qin in the southwest corner spoke bitterly, "Hey... second child, why do you always try to annoy third child? She has suffered so much fame and discussion for so many years, I am afraid she has lost her temper long ago. "

Although there was killing intent in Yanlu's eyes, he didn't have much resentment. Ling Ran looked sideways, and turned his sharp gaze to the second, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth children of the Yan family, "Boss, fourth, I have been investigating the death of the tenth old man, and I have discovered something recently. As for you... If the rumors over the years were not fabricated by you, I would rather let the patriarch out."

Yan Linghai paused for a while, "Oh? Then, who wants to sit on the head of the family?"

The eyes of the black-robed people present all had subtle changes, and their eyes moved from screen to screen for a few breaths, but they remained calm.

Yanlao's slender left leg was lifted up, his face was resting on his pale fingers, his eyes were slightly disdainful, "Second brother, what do you mean by this, why bother to cover up?"

"It's not me." Yan Linghai smiled innocently.

Yan Lingxi squinted his eyes when he heard this, and got up suddenly after a breath, his gray pupils flashed with vigilance.

He was facing the west, but he heard a chuckle, "hee hee."

The elegant woman in white suddenly took off her gray robe, flung it vigorously, and stood up gracefully like a snow swallow with wings in the dark night, "That's right, it's me."

The eyes of Yanlao were very surprised. She looked at Yan Linghai next to her, who still smiled unevenly, "If it is a healthy competition, Sanmei and Shishi, why should you two be vigilant. The purpose of the Yan family has always been One, isn't it?"

"Gudong Gudong... Kaka..." There was a violent mechanism sound from the top of the Seven Profound Pavilion. The previous mechanism sound was nothing more than a rustle, but at this moment, it can be described as deafening!

Silver lights shone on the beams of the house, and hundreds of crossbows carried arrowheads that glowed translucently in the dark night, hanging between the citron trees.

This scene, such a sound, made Yan Lingxi startled, and then his expression changed.

The glass mirror in the hands of the black-robed man in the northeast corner tilted, and the mirror met Yan Lingxi's eyes, but only a blurred and distorted shadow was reflected.

"coming."

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