After the Master's reinstatement

The conference was in full swing until the third day.

After watching the game, it rained lightly on the way back.

The carriage dangled in the rain, and the carriage moved more slowly after entering the city.

Since the flood outside Jinling City a few days ago, the Yanzhi River broke its embankment, and there were many more victims sleeping on the streets along the way, and Yihan blocked the driveway so that it was even more difficult to move an inch.

On the carriage, several schoolchildren were discussing enthusiastically which young hero would win the championship in the end.

Mr. Hua didn't help relatives this time. His father's direct disciples will be on stage today. He believes that his senior brother is the most heroic, and he is undoubtedly the number one.

The two tigers were blushing: "But he is a villain! He actually hit a chivalrous sister!"

There were also several female disciples from Emei Qingcheng who were shortlisted together. Before going on stage, all of them were as beautiful and lovely as lotus flowers coming out of water.

Mr. Hua's arrogance suddenly weakened for a moment: "But... but in the martial arts field, there is no distinction between men and women, it only depends on ability!"

They each had their own support, and no one could persuade the other, and the roof of the carriage was about to be blown off.

Yu Yan sat by the window without saying a word. When asked, he casually mentioned someone.

"Linchuan Jinlin?" Mr. Hua was puzzled: "What's so good about him, he doesn't play well at all, yet you can't take your eyes off him."

Whether the moves are beautiful or not is what young people who have just entered the Tao pay attention to.

The children of aristocratic families are often restrained during martial arts competitions, so they must be considerate and decent, and they don't want to get a bad reputation as soon as they debut.Once you have concerns, it's like shackles on your upper body, and you can't do your best to show what you can.

It is rare to win good looks; but it is even more rare to be able to win repeatedly despite your limited ability.

What he saw in that young man was just such a vigorous effort.

So Yu Yan said: "Yes, I like him the most."

"but……"

Talking about martial arts with a kid is equivalent to playing the piano with a bull, and simply blocking all roads with one sentence.

"It's okay if you don't fight well enough, as long as you look good enough, is there anyone more energetic and upright than him in the entire martial arts arena?"

As soon as the words fell, Shang Yingqiu was leading the horse past the window.

Hearing this comment, he looked into the car with his dark eyes, as if pricked by a needle hidden in the cotton, and quickly moved his eyes away.

Yu Yan didn't pay much attention to the outside, his mind was busy, busy rehearsing the big day two days later.

This year, more young heroes came to Jinling attracted by fame than in previous years, and there were hundreds of people.

When there are many people, it is best to fish in troubled waters.

That's right, Yu Yan has decided to set the prison robbery day at the Shaoying meeting two days later.

There are talents from generation to generation in the rivers and lakes. In order to select good seedlings, all the sects, bodyguard bureaus, including the six sects all sent envoys to watch the battle.

At that time, the disciples of the Wulin League will welcome and send them off, and everywhere will be overcrowded, so the defense will naturally be neglected, and the hidden guards will sneak into the mansion through the secret passage dug by Su Er according to the map instructions.

From the snow-sweeping hall to the water prison, there is only half a cup of tea time.

The weather is now available, and the location is also available; people and harmony, he himself is.

All the preparations, all the bets, are waiting for the moment when the answer is revealed.

The drizzle was falling, and the young man outside the car did not hold an umbrella, and the black figure walked alone in the haze of mist and rain.

As if feeling the gaze from behind, Shang Yingqiu turned his head and smiled slightly at the direction of the carriage.

That may not be called a smile, it is too shallow and too light, like a flowering epiphyllum in the middle of the night, falling in an instant.

Only those who are destined can wait.

Yu Yan was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his eyes, hiding the trace of pity.

There is no way, thirst for talents is a common problem of every high-ranking person.

He has watched more than a dozen matches in the past few days. Those young people who are emerging, even the ones he praised, are good and have their own brilliance, but they cannot be compared.

Comparing it with Shang Yingqiu, that spot of light is like a firefly meeting a scorching sun, instantly drowned out, there is absolutely no need to compare.

Sometimes Yu Yan would think, since the young man doesn't hold any resentment towards him, does that mean that he has the possibility of plotting against him to win him over?

Marriage is written on the Sansheng Stone, and there is a special Yuelao matchmaker in charge of managing it, which is solemn.

Obviously, worshiping a master is a major event that can determine a man's future more than marriage.

The Empress Dowager is on the ground, once she worships her, she is both a teacher and a father.Among them, the relationship cannot be said to be discarded, and it is easily discarded.

Although there are many wolf-hearted people in the world, there will always be a fool who repays a little bit of kindness, right?

in case……

The autumn rain drifted in, and the chill inside the car gradually increased.

However, he smelled a familiar smell in this dampness, but it shouldn't appear at this time.

No, it must be an illusion, but outside the car, someone started to exclaim.

"Look, what's that? Over the head, over the head—"

Yu Yan suddenly felt ominous, and pulled the curtain of the car.

"..."

**

Pedestrians on the road raised their heads one after another, looking at the misty mid-air.

I saw countless round balls flying out of the surrounding roofs like scattered flowers, each of them was the size of a fist, and wisps of poisonous smoke burst out of the shell.

Poisonous gas is almost pervasive in the rain.The whole street was instantly covered in white mist, and people and animals fell everywhere they passed. Many disciples in the alliance lost consciousness before they had time to deal with it.

The screaming and fleeing crowd came out like a flood.

Above the high place, more than a dozen figures disappeared in a flash, and under the cover of the rain curtain, they attacked with a thunderous momentum.

"Hold your breath, you guys send the children back home first, and I'll go support the leader!"

Fang Yuanben, who was behind the team, immediately held his breath, raised his gun and rode up the horse to support the leader.

Yu Yan's chest was throbbing, and his throat was foul-smelling. At that moment, a mouthful of old blood flowed out.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

It shouldn't be today, and it shouldn't be now!This scene should happen two days later, two days later!

Didn't he already write down the time clearly, what's the hurry!

He and the rest of the students were first escorted back to the mansion by his disciples, and as soon as they left, he immediately took a pill.

Since rejuvenation is perverse, there must be a way to restrain it.

Since his first rejuvenation 20 years ago, he has been developing a medicine that can restrain it, and after countless attempts, he has achieved a little success.

But how long the effect of the medicine can be maintained, he himself is not sure at all.

From the depths of the alley, the crisp sound of beans popping and cracking continued to be heard.

Yu Yan stuck five fingers into the stone slab, his body exerted strength in a strange posture, and stood up little by little, but the loose joints couldn't adapt to the new weight, basically he took a step and fell, like an antelope just born by his mother , as soon as you are born, you must learn to be exhausted in the shortest possible time.

There was no way, the sword array used by Nan Zhu, if he didn't cooperate with him, he couldn't trap Shang Yingqiu at all.

Sure enough, when he arrived, the hidden guards who were in charge of attacking east and west had already retreated steadily.Nan Zhu struggled to hold on, just as he was about to die.

A familiar sharp sound pierced the eardrums.

"withdraw!"

More than a dozen bolts of silk and satin shot out from the depths of the alleyway like swimming snakes, and they came so fiercely that they made a howling sound like a crane. From the alleyway cloth spinning, colorful long silks flew out interlaced, wrapping the young man like a silkworm chrysalis in all directions.

Yu Yan jumped onto the roof. When he came, he tore off a robe casually, the ties were loose, and the sleeves rattled in the air.

He exerted force on his wrist, and Chang Ling followed Chengfeng and rushed forward.

"What are you still doing in a daze, all of them get out of here quickly—"

The next moment, there was a thunderstorm-like loud noise in the air.

Shang Yingqiu stepped down across the sky on broken silk, and the few strands of red silk wrapped around his arms fluttered and rolled in the headwind, and his figure flew into the depths of the alley like lightning.

Yu Yan didn't need to turn his head, he could feel the pressing aura coming.

The kung fu practiced by Shang Yingqiu is completely different from the appearance, fierce and fierce, extremely domineering, wherever he passes, the doors, windows, lanterns and utensils on the side of the street tremble.

His momentum of chasing and biting is as fierce as a tiger, and the movement brought out by his light kung fu is as light as an old leaf leaving a tree, which is hard to guard against.

"Master, since you are here, why do you have to hide it?"

While speaking, Shang Yingqiu had quietly arrived at one of the small buildings.

There are many rivers in Xicheng, the water and land are parallel, and the residential courtyards built along the river are dotted like stars.

His eyes flicked across the closed doors, and finally stopped at the end of an aisle.

For the first time, the fingers clasping the prayer beads turned bluish-white due to the force.

Shang Yingqiu pushed lightly.

Right at the moment when the door opened, the seven-colored silk cloth that had not yet dried out swarmed out like pinching dots, and in the blink of an eye, it was shattered into floating catkins all over the sky under the air blade.

What Yu Yan wants is this gap.

There was another loud bang, and the ignited wire detonated the warehouse.The firecrackers exploded in all directions, causing the whole building to collapse.

Of course, Yu Yan didn't choose this place for no reason.

This alley is named Yanbu Street, and as the name suggests, it is all about making fabrics.

However, only the one at the end is in the business of selling firecrackers and candles.

In his current state, if he wanted to confront Shang Yingqiu head-on, he didn't have much chance of winning, so he had to find another way to escape.

Because of this change, the neighbors are fleeing and fleeing, and the streets are empty.

Yu Yan didn't see many figures along the way, but when he flew sideways and left, a colorful thing rolled into sight lively and dancing.

That's just a cuju ball.

Of course, the ball is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that there is still a kid following the ball behind the ball.

I don't know which servant escaped by himself. The little boy was about seven or eight years old. He was the age to be fearless.

Yu Yan's pupils were twitching: "..."

Damn.

He used his strength to turn back in mid-air, rushing down like an arrow from the string.

The small building is like ice in midsummer, and the soul is scattered in the sparks flying all over the sky, and the broken stones on the floor are pouring down.

He fished him into his arms and rolled to one side.

The broken wall came down with a bang, and after the billowing smoke cleared, Yu Yan was covered in dust and knelt in the ruined wall.

Before he could stand up straight, behind him, a sword was safely resting on his shoulder.

The sword is a soft sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, and seems to move with the wind.

The trembling sword energy cut a long and thin gash on Yu Yan's neck.

The blood oozes down, and the coolness penetrates into the flesh, like thousands of ants crawling up.

"Master, long time no see."

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