The warm sun of the invincible east

Hurrying along the way, Elder Mo thought that Yang Lian would be too much to bear, but he never thought that he didn't snort until Jiangnan, which completely changed his impression of Yang Lian.

Sang Sanniang was also very worried about Yang Lian's health. Not to mention the leader's instructions, she couldn't help but worry a little about their friendship. When they arrived at the boundary of Yangzhou, Sang Sanniang said, "It's so late, we Just rest in this city overnight, and you can arrive tomorrow."

Everyone has no objection. They have been rushing on the road recently. They have encountered a few groups of robbers who don't have long eyes. Sometimes they even rest in the woods. Now they are about to reach their destination. They all want to drink Hot tea, take a hot bath.

I found a good-looking inn, and when I entered the door, I saw many guests sitting in the lobby, among them were some martial arts people with swords. Yang Lian and his party kept a low profile and didn't pay much attention to these martial arts people.

"The turtle sons of the Lin family have been trying to get along with the old men recently, and the little turtle of the Lin family, the last time I met him, his martial arts are not very good, but he has a big temper." A middle-aged man with a beard said angrily. Put it on the table, "The Lin family thought they were the same school decades ago!"

"Uncle Yuan, don't be angry with your old man. They are nothing to the Lin family. It depends on how long they can be arrogant." Seeing the middle-aged man's anger, a younger man next to him comforted him, "Let's not think about these things for now. .”

"Hmph, luck for his son of a bitch, otherwise I will definitely settle accounts with his Lin family." Hearing what the young man said, the middle-aged man had no choice but to suppress his anger, and poured another full glass of wine to drink.

Yang Lian, who was passing by them, just heard this conversation, his face remained calm, but he was extremely surprised in his heart. The two people who spoke obviously spoke with a Sichuan accent. In Master Jin's martial arts world, the only sect that speaks Sichuan dialect is Qingcheng Pai, didn't the Qingcheng faction intentionally fight against the Fuwei Escort because of peeking at the evil sword manual, and recently they even got Yu Canghai's son killed by Lin Pingzhi? Why are they dissatisfied with the Lin family now?

Also, didn't these famous and decent sects go to besiege the Five Immortals Sect and the Tang Sect, what are these people doing when they come to Jiangnan?Thinking of the recent rumors in the arena, Yang Lian frowned, there must be something in it.

"Guest officers, please come this way," Xiao Er saw these more than a dozen people dressed as caravans, with bright smiles on their faces. Likes to host merchants.

After allocating their respective rooms, Sang Sanniang and Elder Mo came to Yang Lian's room and saw Yang Lian holding a teacup in a daze. After closing the door, he said, "Brother Yang, what can you see?"

Yang Lian raised his head, forced a smile and got up and said, "Please sit down, both of you." After the two of them sat down, he sighed and said, "I don't know much about martial arts, I'm afraid these people are trying to teach me something. here."

"Brother Yang means..." Sang Sanniang thought for a while, "The business in our church was destroyed, was it the Qingcheng faction?"

"No," Yang Lian shook his head, "I think someone wants to use the Qingcheng faction to divert our attention, maybe they are just being used by people behind the scenes."

Hearing Yang Lian's words, Elder Mo nodded in agreement. He is an old Jiang Hu, although his brain may not be better than Yang Lian's, but his experience knows more tricks in the Jiang Hu than Yang Lian, a copycat who crossed halfway.

Sang Sanniang frowned, "We should send a letter to the Hierarch through Feige," she said, looking at Yang Lian, "Brother Yang, you can write this letter."

Yang Lian thought about the snow on the Black Wood Cliff, and suddenly doubted whether those pigeons could fly to the Black Wood Cliff. There are many dedicated modern postmen.

Thinking that the brush calligraphy he had practiced in the past few months could finally be seen by others, Yang Lian nodded.

"Be more careful tonight," Elder Mo said in a deep voice, "Seeing that the people below are mixed with dragons and snakes, it is inevitable that something will happen."

Yang Lian said yes, Elder Mo said something to pay attention to, so he got up and went back to his room. After thinking about it, he sent two disciples to guard outside Yang Lian's door. It's hard for him to explain, after all, the main purpose of the leader's coming here is to protect Manager Yang.

Sang Sanniang got up and went out for a while and saw that she caught a pigeon and came in, but it was not a white pigeon, but a gray and black pigeon. It can only be white pigeons.

Briefly introduced the situation in a few sentences, after thinking for a while, Yang Lian added "I'm fine, Tianhan, take care of yourself." Then he rolled up the paper and stuffed it into a small bamboo tube, and tied it again. The pigeon was pushed up and after feeding a few grains, Yang Lian threw the pigeon out of the window.

After the sound of the pigeon flapping its wings disappeared, Yang Lian closed the window, waited for Xiao Er to bring hot water, took a shower, and then lay down on the bed. For some reason, he could not fall asleep all the time. His body was very tired, but his spirit was surprisingly good.

I don't know if the pigeon can fly to Heimuya. It took them four days to get here from Heimuya. If they fly at the speed of birds, Dongfang should be able to receive the letter before dawn tomorrow morning. Bar.Originally, I wanted to write "missing you" son on the letter, but I was afraid that the letter would be obtained by other people in the church, so I had to write the words of missing love as words of concern.

What if Dongfang doesn't need breakfast?What if I stay up late again?Who will help him get dressed in the morning?Thinking of what someone might do instead of him, Yang Lian found that even if he was dressing Dongfang, he was extremely reluctant to have someone replace him.

The quilt always felt that it was not warm at all under the cover. Yang Lian turned over several times and listened to the soft sound of snow outside. After nearly an hour passed, he finally fell asleep, but one hand was still holding the quilt hidden under the quilt. The soft sword below.

Leaving the courtyard where Dongfang lives, there is always a lot less sense of security.

Dongfang Bubai was falling into a light sleep when he suddenly heard the sound of fluttering, opened his eyes and got out of bed, opened the window and saw a carrier pigeon with soaked feathers standing on the window sill, and saw a pigeon tied to its feet. Dongfang Bubai immediately took off the small bamboo tube, and the first thing he saw when he opened the small scroll was Yang Lian's not-so-good calligraphy.

After reading all the content, Dongfang rubbed the last few words, smiled lightly, "I have high internal strength, why should I pay attention to these small things." After pinching, finally put this note into a gold-encrusted box next to it , buttoned the lock, got up and put on the coat, looked at the faintly bright sky outside the window, it might be Yin time now.

Opening the door of the outer room, Dongfang clapped his hands, "Come here, pass on my orders, all the elders and hall masters in the church today will go to the middle hall of the church to discuss matters."

"Yes," someone answered in the darkness, but no one appeared from the beginning to the end.

Since these decent people are already ready to move, why doesn't he make the water even more confusing?

Looking at the thick snow all over the ground, Dongfang frowned slightly, wondering if there was such a heavy snowfall in Yangzhou?

The elders who are still sleeping did not expect that they would be pulled out of the bed soon. It is not too serious to start discussing it at Maoshi. The spirit of the leader in the past few days is really good. (Mao time: [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am==)

Before dawn, Yang Lian had just dreamed that he was holding Dongfang's hand, when suddenly there was a sharp scream from beside him, he was startled, opened his eyes abruptly, only to realize that he was dreaming.Hearing the noise outside the door, he hurriedly put on his clothes, and when he opened the door, he heard words such as "dead person" and "haunted".

"What happened?" Yang Lian was so panicked that he didn't even have time to stop, and asked the two disciples guarding outside the door, "Has someone died?"

"Master, there are several people in the inn who died in the house, and someone has reported to the officials just now." When they were away from home, they couldn't call Yang Lian a position, so they had to call him son.

Yang Lian thought for a while, and when he returned to the room, he tied up his hair and saw Elder Mo walking in fully dressed.

Seeing that Yang Lian had gotten up, Elder Mo said in a low voice, "The disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were killed last night."

Yang Lian was slightly surprised, and then asked, "Did you see the corpse?"

Elder Mo nodded and sighed, "It's just that the wound is very common. I can't tell which school's technique it is from. At most, I can only tell that the murderer used a sword."

In the entire martial arts world, sword wielders can be seen everywhere. It seems that this person intentionally caused trouble. Could it be that... is it to frame the Fuwei Escort?

Seeing that Yang Lian was silent, Elder Mo said, "Boss Yang, I think we should leave earlier to avoid trouble."

Yang Lian nodded, their identities are not good enough to stay here, it is better to leave earlier, as for who killed these people, it is not important to them at all.

Because they were pretending to be a caravan, it is normal for them to be afraid of checking out early when encountering such a thing, so not many people paid attention to the group when they went out. It was not until they walked out of the city gate that Yang Lian sighed and calmed down. With his hair wet by the mist, the rivers and lakes are getting more and more chaotic.

Looking ahead, he frowned, no matter what, he had to find a way to get rid of Ren Woxing.

"Brother Yang, what are you looking at? It's so foggy. Could it be possible to see a beauty?" Sang Sanniang saw Yang Lian's expression was ugly, and thought it was something that happened in the morning that affected his mood, so she wanted to turn away. topic.

Yang Lian smiled, "Big Sister Sang is a beauty right next to me, so why do you need to look at other people?"

"You boy, what are you doing with my sweet talk, the girls in the school will be so happy if you say these words to the girls." Sang Sanniang poked Yang Lian on the forehead angrily, really looking like a big sister.

Yang Lian smiled and didn't dare to say any more. He still respected and feared the first female elder in this sect.

A group of people rode forward for a while, and the fog had gradually dispersed.

"What's going on in front?" Sang Sanniang's expression changed slightly, and she stopped the horse under her.

Yang Lian raised his eyes and saw several people lying in front of him, and he didn't know if they were dead bodies or fainted.