Master sees my hairy

It can still be like this.Xi Feng immediately followed what Bai Zang said, closed his eyes, and spread his consciousness around——

The night wind gently blew through the camphor tree next to it, and a ladybug fell from the leaves, spread its wings and flew away.

In the small lotus pond in front of Wushui Teahouse, a small goldfish with red background and gold spots spit out a string of bubbles.

One step away, Bai Zang looked at him softly.This appearance is so beautiful, Xi Feng's mind moved, and his spiritual consciousness came out, gently lifting the master's temple hair, leaving a hot spot on the round earlobe.

Bai Zang trembled, and immediately lowered his eyes.

Xi Feng didn't notice it, and continued to spread out his spiritual consciousness, feeling the wind stop and the clouds moving, and the insects and birds singing.Within the range covered by his spiritual consciousness, not a single plant or tree could escape his perception, and he could "see" more clearly than his eyes.

The fly in the ointment is that the requirements for spiritual power maintenance are a bit high.Xi Feng only spread his spiritual consciousness for a short while, but he felt a little tired, so he quickly put it back and opened his eyes.

And Song Tingxue's ability to keep his consciousness outside all the time is enough to show that his strength is unpredictable.

Xi Feng suddenly thought of something again, and asked: "Master, in the painting scene, did you also look at me with spiritual consciousness like this?"

"..." Bai Zang didn't say anything, and walked straight into the teahouse.

"Master? Master, wait for me." Xi Feng didn't know what happened to Bai Zang, so he followed behind and called him repeatedly.

Bai Zang turned a deaf ear to it.

In the lobby of Wushui Tea House, Luo Wuhuan and the others had already found a table and sat down, talking to Xiao Er.

"Strange thing? No, our Suzhou has been very peaceful these years." It was late at night, and there was no one in the teahouse, so Xiaoer said a few more words, "It just so happens that the Qiqiao Festival is coming, everyone can go and see the grand scene .”

Luo Wuhuan nodded, and then pointed to a thin figure in the corner: "May I ask, what does he do? I saw him keep his head down while writing, and I was a little curious."

"Hey, him." The little second hand flicked the cloth towel, and his tone was full of disdain, "The eldest son of the Yan family is unwilling to inherit his good family business, so he insists on writing some books. No, he was Dad typed it out, and he is writing a book there."

"The Yan family? What's his name?"

"Yan Jinyu. Why, do you know each other?"

Yan Jinyu?What does it have to do with Yan Ruyu?Several people changed their eyes, got up and walked towards that person.

Xiao Er was afraid that they were looking for faults, so he stopped them, but was pushed aside by Jing Lan.

Their mighty actions did not affect the person who was concentrating on writing the book at all, until Luo Wuhuan stretched his head over, he was startled and raised his head.

"You...what are you doing?"

Everyone take a look, what Yan Jinyu is, isn't this Yan Ruyu.

"Yan Ruyu, what are you doing?" Luo Wuhuan asked impatiently.

But the other party's eyes lit up: "Yan Ruyu? This name is wonderful, 'the book has Yan Ruyu'... Okay, okay, my book will be signed by Yan Ruyu."

Luo Wuhuan: "..."

I dare say that Luo Wuhuan helped him choose his damn name.

Several people laughed secretly, Baizang kindly reminded Luo Wuhuan: "This is in a painting environment, don't worry."

"All right, all right, I'm not in a hurry." Luo Wuhuan lifted his robe and sat down beside Yan Ruyu, "Then Mr. Yan, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to read your masterpiece?"

Yan Ruyu was blushed by him, picked up a stack of manuscripts written next to her and handed it over, stammering: "Yes, yes, please be gentle."

Luo Wuhuan took it suspiciously, and glanced at Baizang first.

Bai Zang nodded slightly.

This Yan Ruyu is completely different from the one they saw on Zhoushan Island before.It's more like the submissive little boss in Xieyangguan Shusi.

""Gusu Menghua"." Luo Wuhuan read the title first, then turned to the next page, and continued to read: "In the past, there was an ancient temple built by water..."

After reading a sentence, Yan Ruyu reached out and tugged at his sleeve and begged, "Brother, please don't read it out."

"Didn't you write the book for people to read? Why can't you read it anymore?" Luo Wuhuan shook her head, but didn't read any more, and read a few more pages.

It is said that there is an ancient temple by the river outside Gusu City, and the old abbot inside adopted an abandoned baby and took the dharma name as Junxing.The little monk Junxing often sneaked out to play in the city of Gusu, where he made many friends and many stories happened.

Yan Ruyu's small script is very beautiful, with careful words and sentences, and through the eyes of the little monk Junxing, a prosperous and dreamy water city of Gusu is slowly unfolded in front of the audience.

Luo Wuhuan only read a few pages, but found it interesting, and couldn't help but compliment him: "It's well written."

"Really, really?" Yan Ruyu looked up at him, her eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

"Ahem, it's okay." Luo Wuhuan hurriedly stuffed the manuscript to Bai Zang, and hid behind Jinglan himself, "Look at it, Lao Bai, don't you like to read this?"

Bai Zang took it and recognized it at a glance. It was written by the same person as the script "Fan Hua Xi" that Xi Feng confiscated from Yan Ruyu before.

I thought Yan Ruyu was just selling books, but I didn't expect that those books were written by himself.

Flipping through it casually, Bai Zang put the manuscript back into Yan Ruyu's hand and asked, "Your family won't let you write a book?"

"Yeah." Yan Ruyu's eyes darkened, and she caressed the corner of the manuscript, "My family has been in business for generations, and I'm the eldest son. My parents don't ask me to learn."

"So you ran out and wrote in the teahouse?"

"Ah."

Yan Ruyu showed shame, but her eyes were full of determination.

He must write this book.

Not long after Yan Ruyu left, everyone lived on the upper floor of Wushui tea house, but they were awakened by the noise outside before sleeping for two hours.

"Yan's house is in a flood! Come help put out the fire!!"

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61. Gusu Night ([-])

When they went out to have a look, the Yan Mansion not far away was already in flames.

Xi Feng randomly grabbed a passerby who was fighting the fire and asked, "May I ask what's going on?"

"I don't know, wow, it seems to be related to Young Master Yan."

I asked a few more people, but none of them knew.Xi Feng went directly to Yan's mansion, and grabbed a maid to ask.

After asking clearly, I will come back and tell everyone: "Mrs. Yan burned the book written by Yan Ruyu. In a rage, Yan Ruyu lifted the brazier, accidentally lit the door curtain, and burned the house."

Thinking of that "Gusu Menghua", Baizang felt a little regretful, "It just burned like this."

"Do you want to help put out the fire?" Xi Feng looked at the fire, it was already smaller now, but it would take a while to completely extinguish it with these people fighting with buckets of water.

At that time, there will be nothing left in Yan Mansion.

Now the Yan family couple and their two younger sons have escaped, sitting and resting by the side of the road, but the eldest son is nowhere to be seen.Mrs. Yan frequently ordered her servants to search for the fire, but Yan Ruyu never came out.

"It's all your fault!" Mrs. Yan scolded Master Yan, "Why are you bringing up that matter again in the middle of the night!"

Master Yan was also not convinced: "What does it have to do with me? You burned Ayu's book."

"If you didn't mention it, would he talk back? If he didn't talk back, would I be so angry that I would burn my book?!"

Seeing this, Luo Wuhuan said: "It doesn't matter if the fire is rescued or not, Yan Ruyu must be rescued."

"Find out where he is first." Bai Zang turned his head, "Xi Feng, try to find it."

Xi Feng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Bai Zang asked him to use his spiritual sense to find it, so he immediately spread his spiritual sense to cover the entire Yan Mansion.

Several rooms in the backyard were not on fire, so Yan Ruyu should not be inside.The front hall and the flower gallery were on fire. Because they were all wooden buildings and many curtains were hung, the fire spread easily.

Xi Feng's spiritual consciousness searched carefully, but fortunately, his spiritual power is fire, so he doesn't feel hot.Not long after, Yan Ruyu was found behind the big vase in the living room, and he was already unconscious from the smoke.

"I found it." Xi Feng said immediately, "Enter the living room and turn left behind the big blue and white vase."

Jinglan rushed in immediately.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Xi Feng hurriedly followed, but was pulled back by Luo Wuhuan.

Luo Wuhuan: "Don't hold back, lest Jinglan have to carry two more."

Xi Feng: "..."

The others didn't move, just waiting outside for Jinglan to come back.Xi Feng thought for a while, Jing Lan seemed to be like this, he was rarely seen speaking, but his strength was extremely strong, and he could always turn the tide at critical moments.

After about half a stick of incense passed, Jing Lan came out with Yan Ruyu behind her back.He didn't send him to the Yan family and his wife, but to Bai Zang.

"Both of his legs are broken." Jing Lan said.

Everyone was shocked and lowered their heads to check.

Bai Zang's spiritual power condensed into a thin blade at his fingertips, and he gently cut Yan Ruyu's pants open, only to see that the knees and the upper part of the calves of the two legs showed a distorted posture, covered with staggered bruises .

It was obvious that it was interrupted abruptly.

Xi Feng turned his head to look at the Yan family couple. They didn't know that their eldest son had been rescued, and they were still pretending to ask about the fire.

Not surprisingly, Yan Ruyu's leg was broken by Father Yan.

Burning books, breaking legs... It's hard to imagine what Yan Ruyu was feeling at that time.Xi Feng suddenly felt, could this fire be caused by Yan Ruyu on purpose?

But this will not be known until Yan Ruyu wakes up.

Bai Zang didn't bother to worry about other things, he directly repaired Yan Ruyu's leg injuries with spiritual power, and woke him up again.

"Ugh..." Yan Ruyu broke down in pain when she woke up, "Don't burn my book!"

"..." Xi Feng patted him on the shoulder, "Young Master Yan, it's me. How do you feel now?"