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On the bank of West Lake, Jiangyuelou's main pavilion is built with red carved wood, with a total of five floors.

The outer circle of the third floor is a mahogany corridor, which is simple and beautiful.There is a woman leaning on the railing. She is wearing a light blue dress, with two braids tied behind her head, looking bright and lively.

A few cherry-pink crabapple plants shed a few petals in the breeze, and the people in the pavilion were watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the building.

A blue shadow came lightly, and the dark blue cloak depicting the stars hanging from the sky fluttered in the breeze. With a gentle voice and a cold tone, he recited a quatrain, "The smog in Beishan is beginning to be vast, and the frosty moon in Nanjin is just graying. Composite The heavy building opens to Pu, and the autumn wind comes across the river with a bright moon."

The woman couldn't help but sighed, "Hey, I finally got here, and before I even took a second look, the palace master came."

Although Mu Xingying is the most expensive teacher of the Jiangnan mansion, second only to the suzerain Mu Chengan, she is always serious and doesn't like talking and laughing, and she is not good at women.But he has willow brows and star eyes, his pupils are water-cut, and he is as handsome as a young man, and his appearance can even be described as beautiful.

So much so that he, who wears a cloud crown all the year round and holds a green bamboo folding fan, always looks forward to him, and he will surely shine, which makes girls of cardamom's age often fall in love with him.

"Xingyun, everyone has arrived at the main hall." Mu Xingying paused for a while, her tone still cold.

Xingyun, a subordinate on the left side of the Jiangnan Mansion, pouted slightly, Luo Qun turned around, and stepped out of nostalgic footsteps in snow-white boots, his eyes did not forget to take a look at the beautiful scenery, "I know, I know, I'm going right away."

"En." Mu Xingying held the green bamboo fan on her back, and followed Yu Xingyun.

In a living room in Jiangzhou Governor's Mansion, Yan Lingxi rapped on the wooden tabletop with the handle of his fan, "Where did we talk just now?"

Yue Jianghan put down the red bamboo flute in his hand, and continued, "Twenty years ago, the Jiangyuelou forces integrated by Du Lingbei were almost completely wiped out in the Yingzhou battle, and they urgently needed to recover their strength. A daughter of the family married into the royal family and had given birth to the fourth son Li Chongmao with Emperor Zhaoxiao. With this relationship, Jiangyuelou became the overlord in Huainan Road and Jiangnan Road, controlling various trade exchanges. Jianshi School and Yunxuanmen are also known as the Four Masters of Wulin.

"However, Du Men took a dangerous move." Yan Lingxi interjected lightly, and Ning Yuan beside him also frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a faint layer of black mist floating around the red bamboo flute in Yue Jianghan's hand.

Yue Jianghan looked at Yan Lingxi, nodded and said, "At that time, there was a disagreement in Jiangyuelou, originally supporting Du Lingbei, and the Jiangnan Dacang forces headed by the Li family instigated Queen Wei's coup and made Li Chongmao emperor. However, under the guidance of a counselor, the Holy Majesty led the imperial army to set up a killing array in the imperial palace. At that time, the suzerain of Dacang in the south of the Yangtze River, Li Yanshi, and his lineage all died in battle. Du Lingbei had no choice but to exterminate his relatives and hand over all the Dacang family in the south of the Yangtze River to the imperial court. In the execution, there is only one person left in Li's lineage, that person is his only relative, so he can't do anything."

"That person is Li Qingzhou's..." Ning Jingyuan rolled her green eyes and naturally thought of it.

"His mother is the tombstone you saw in the white bamboo forest, Du Yang." Yan Lingxi turned the folding fan in his hand, pointing the handle at Yue Jianghan, "At that time, my father was the one who attacked the forbidden army under the command of the Holy Majesty." Commander. And, Master Jijiu, there are loopholes in your words."

"Flaws?" Tranquility listened from a distance, thinking carefully about what he just said,

"Du Lingbei doesn't have the strength to capture Jiangnan's Dacang family. And you haven't mentioned the relationship between Ye Fengting and this matter until now."

"Oh, I really can't hide it from Eleventh Young Master. Yes, Ye Fengting's father, Ye Ying, was the counselor that the Holy Majesty got. Du Lingbei knew that it would be difficult to compete with the Li family, so Ye Ying came to the door and pointed him out that he could ask Yunxuanmen for help. Qing Ruo smiled."

"After I heard about the infighting in Jiangyuelou, the Jianghuai faction, which was originally unknown, suddenly rose up and took control of the entire Huainan Road. Presumably..."

"That's right, Qing Ruoxiao asked Du Lingbei to give up the territory of Huainan Road to the Jianghuai faction. Afterwards, all members of the Jianghuai faction were mobilized to wash the Jiangnan Dacang bloody, and the Li family disappeared from the martial arts. After Wei's rebellion, Ye Ying led I retired to Jiangzhou with the newborn Ye Fengting, when I was three years old."

In the main hall of Jiangyue Pavilion, Mu Cheng'an, the patriarch of Dacang in the south of the Yangtze River, wearing a purple robe and golden cloak, sits on the chair of the Red Heart Snakes who represent the identity of Jiangyue's master.

In the hall, the mansion teacher Mu Xingying, the young mansion master Mu Qingshu, the left side Su Canchen, the right side Xuanlian, Jiang Yue Dongge Ling Jing Wuxia and their respective competent men sat down on both sides.

In the majestic hall and Jiangnan mansion, everyone's faces were filled with the joy of returning to their hometown. Since they entered the main building, they had been watching the flowers on horseback, and they couldn't help but comment on the building.Even before Mu Chengan sat down, he couldn't help touching the top chair.

But even though Ye Fengting had taken over as the landlord for several months, he had never sat in this chair.

"Father, is this chair comfortable?" Mu Qingshu yawned lazily.

Mu Chengan stroked his beard, and the wrinkles between his brows relaxed, "Well, not bad."

Jing Wuxia, who was dressed in moon-white clothes, smiled, "Sovereign, Du Lingbei was eradicated, and Ye Fengting also died at the hands of the Jianshi Sect. Now, the Jiangyue Lord's position, please rest easy."

"Jingge collar, now you should be honored as the landlord." The back of Su Canchen's ink-colored robe was embroidered with a bowl-sized Lingxing Jiangyue white embroidery pattern, which was a pattern representing the big warehouse in the south of the Yangtze River.

Mu Chengan is also over forty years old, and his brocade clothes show an extraordinary demeanor. He raised his hand, "Don't worry about the name. After all, the seat at the pinnacle of the martial arts is not far away."

"Then let's start the next step." Mu Xingying, who was sitting quietly with her eyes closed, clenched the folding fan in her hand and opened her lips suddenly.

Although the general situation was initially settled, there was no trace of joy on his elegant face, which frightened everyone in the Jiangnan mansion, and the hall became completely silent, waiting for his speech.

"Nowadays, martial arts are divided into nine parts of the world, and Yunxuanmen occupies the third place, and Yanjia, Jianghuai faction and other major factions are also their assistants, making them account for seven percent. After careful calculation, Jiangyuelou only occupies half of the seats. , Therefore." The sharp star eyes are like the Milky Way hanging high in the night sky, as if reflecting a grander and more rigorous blueprint of the plan. "Swallow Nanyue, unite the sword room, and split the alliance. This is the plan to divide the world into three parts."

All the people in the Jiangnan mansion, except for Mu Chengan's expressionless face, were all shocked. When Xingyun, who was huddled in the corner, heard the word "Sword Room", his body trembled slightly.

Zuo Bu Su Shenchen expressed his doubts after thinking for a while, "Before the alliance was established, Wulin fell into a confrontation between the northern and southern Wulin. The decline is still that the centipede is dead but not stiff, how to annex it? What's more, the alliance has been established for decades, before there was Yan Qingchi who was gentle and gentle, and later there was Qing Ruo who smiled and gave kindness and power, so it is not easy to separate them?"

Mu Xingying stood up, and did not hide the sharpness in her beautiful eyes, "Jianshi faction and Nanyue? You can get rid of them by borrowing a knife to kill people. As for the martial arts alliance, it is precisely because of Yan and Qing's actions that there are people who are close to Yan in the alliance." There are also those who are close to Yunxuan, so the split is inevitable."

Su Shenchen, Jing Wuxia and Xuan Lian were all thoughtful after hearing this.

"Now, although Du and Ye are dead, there are still loyal members in the building who are dissatisfied with the mansion. Before planning, we need to remove them first." As soon as the words fell, the green bamboo folding fan in Mu Xingying's hand suddenly unfolded, and the light green fan surface The four words "three parts of the world" were written in the letter.

Mu Chengan rested his chin, pondered for a moment and said, "But we failed to find Ye Fengting's body, if the Sword House faction finds clues, pointing out that it was us who did it, and even stand on the same line with the Martial Arts Alliance, wouldn't we be passive? "

"Don't worry." Mu Xingying waved his folding fan, and the vigorous wind of the fan matched his rigorous eyes, "Because I know that the Sword School will definitely be like this."

It was already the third watch, and the sound of water leaking at night came from outside the house, "It seems that Du Lingbei didn't expect that Jiangnan Dacang's risky move was not without arrangements for retreat. Mu Chengan was originally from the Li family, and he deliberately Huacheng has nothing to do with the Li family, and gained the trust of Du Lingbei, and then rebuilt the Jiangnan Dacang. Now they have endured for so many years, and finally killed Du Lingbei. Is this young master's calculation correct, Lord Jijiu?"

Yue Jianghan nodded, and Ning Jingyuan thought carefully and said, "So, the current Jiangnan Dacang is still a member of the Dumen? They are feuds with the Jianghuai faction."

"That's the revenge of the extermination of the clan. Fortunately, brother Qingzhou doesn't value these things. It is speculated that after Wei Hou's rebellion, only three members of the Dumen survived, Mu Chengan, Mu Xingying and Du Yang who was still pregnant. And Du Yang gave birth to Li Qingzhou and Mu Xingxuan, and then the red flame and red spots were passed on to the former." Ning Jingyuan's expression turned cold when he heard this, while Yan Lingxi smiled.

Yue Jianghan shook his head, "You're not right. Only Mu Chengan and Du Yang survived back then. The name Mu Xingying was never heard of. Even if he is the master of the Jiangnan mansion, I have no impression."

Yan Lingxi was thoughtful, and turned to the next topic, "Then why is Ye Fengting in Jiangyue Tower?"

Yue Jianghan looked down at his black sword, which was very similar to the one in Ye Fengting's hand, and it was even very likely to be a sister's sword, "Ye Ying disappeared suddenly when Ye Fengting and I were eight years old, leaving only a black sword On the scabbard, the word 'Xuan Mo' is engraved in official script."

"The black-striped scabbard is in Ye Fengting's hand..." Tranquility was stunned, no wonder that although Yue Jianghan's blade was similar to Ye Fengting's, he didn't have the same scabbard, "Wait, Xuan Mo?" Then he thought again What.

Yan Lingxi raised his folding fan, indicating that he didn't need to say any more, then he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Missing? Has Ye Ying met anyone before?"

"On the eve of his disappearance, he only saw one person."

"Who?"

"Your father, Yan Qing Chi."

Yan Lingxi was taken aback for a moment, then closed the folding fan, and slapped his palm hard with the fan bone, "Oh!" Apparently, he suddenly realized, "It turns out that he was the genius boy that my father talked about back then."

"Genius boy, he is indeed." Yue Jianghan's eyes showed his affirmation of Ye Fengting, and then he opened the door, and the cool night breeze blew into the room, blowing his amaranth coat. "No matter what, I'm going to find him."

Yan Lingxi stood up and saw him off, still with a friendly expression on his face, "Master Jijiu. This trip to the south of the Yangtze River is not an easy task. If there is any trouble, most of the escort agencies in Huainan Road belong to the Wulin Alliance. You can contact me at any time."

"Eleventh Young Master Yan." Yue Jianghan turned around and stared at Yan Lingxi, "I haven't fully believed your words yet."

Yan Lingxi smiled unabated, nodded and said: "As expected of Master Jijiu, he is cautious enough. I don't force it. Brother Ye must be deeply concerned, and my lord can understand it better."

"Then." Yue Jianghan's eyes flashed, and the suspicious eyes suddenly approached, and he whispered on Yan Lingxi's cheek with a sneer, "What is Ye Fengting entrusting to you?"

Yan Lingxi took a long breath, and stepped back slightly, only to see a scorching hot sword energy sweeping outside the door, directly attacking Yue Jianghan's back.

Almost at the same time, a dark and vigorous figure walked quickly with the sword energy.

Yue Jianghan frowned, and quickly met with the black sword in his left hand, the two sword qis of gray and orange collided, "Boom!" The carved wooden door on the side collapsed and shattered!

"Tianya, stop." Yan Lingxi rolled up the gray robe and moved sideways, raised the fan handle to block Cheng Tianya's ink shirt chest.

Yue Jianghan raised that playful smile, "Commander Cheng really loves Eleventh Young Master as always."

"Hmph." Cheng Tianya snorted coldly, not intending to talk to the person in front of him, but just pulled Yan Lingxi into his arms.

Yue Jianghan raised his hand and brushed away the remaining sword energy, "Commander Cheng has been poisoned by fire, the move just now carries a burst of fire."

"It's just a little poison." Cheng Tianya showed a disgusted expression.

"Heh." Yue Jianghan chuckled, glanced at Cheng Tianya's expression, then turned around and stepped out of the room, "To detoxify the poison of Huangquan candle, go to a place that is cloudy and cold, and it will take one year for [-]% of the recovery. It’s not a minor illness, Commander Cheng.”

"Walk slowly." Yan Lingxi rolled his eyes and said leisurely.

Yue Jianghan put away the black sword and held the red bamboo flute to his mouth, "Ha." The red figure gradually disappeared into the night, and the sound of the flute, which was not light but not deep, was both sad and melancholy, and the more you heard it, the more distant it became.