Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Ye Wanqing looked at the teenagers beside her, and asked for a moment, "Do you know them?"

"We are all conferring on Moon Peak."

Xue Lan knew what he meant, and said to him, "Don't worry, he can't find me after looking for trouble, but it's Junior Brother, you should think about yourself."

"Consider my suggestion, too."

Ye Wanqing frowned and didn't respond, he went back to the yard, followed by his two disciples and saw that he was doing well, so he put his heart back to where he was.

"My son, I think it's better to let Big Brother Qi and the others come over... Are you injured?"

"My son, the elder said earlier that my son can go to the Houfeng alone, my son, you should think about it."

"Your safety is paramount."

Ye Wanqing shook her head, wrote a letter by herself, and handed it to her disciple, "Send this letter to Qi Jin, and if he replies, send it as soon as possible."

Qi Jin is the person Jiang Yueji entrusted to him, and now he obeys him, he doesn't have to hide this matter, he wants to hear Qi Jin's suggestion.

He came to Fenglai, Jiang Yueji hoped that he would go back, and would not see him suffer.Qi Jin regards him as his son now, and considers his wishes in many ways.

Apparently Qi Jinpian is not very worried about him, his life is stuck in Qi Jin's hands, besides ensuring his safety, Qi Jin would rather he suffer more.

The two disciples were sent back by him, and he was sitting beside his bed. Jiang Tong and Song Bili had obviously heard about it, and they were very angry.

"Yan Shi is a habitual offender. He likes pretty little boys, but he hasn't suffered any disadvantages."

"Because he is the young son of the Yan family. The Yan family is a family of government agencies. The equipment manufactured by his family ranks first in Kyushu. The city lord thinks highly of them, and all the elders turn a blind eye to him."

"If you offend him, it is estimated that you will be targeted by him during the trial. He has many colleagues, such as the son of the Cen family, Cen You, and Xiao Buyi."

Hearing the familiar name, Ye Wanqing was a little dazed. When he came, he heard that Xiao Buyi was also in Fenglai.

"Xiao Buyi?"

Jiang Tong: "Yeah, you don't know Xiao Buyi? He is very famous in our peak, he is equivalent to a marginal figure...but his strength is unfathomable."

"Xiao Buyi is the heir of the former wife of the Xiao family. There are many good and bad families. He only recognized him the year before last. His ranking in Yuefeng has always been high, and he even won the top five in the Kyushu combat power list last year."

"He has a very good relationship with Yan Shi... He even borrowed Yan Shi to obtain some manuscripts of the Yan family's organs, and then improved them and sold them to the Yan family. It is said that he received a lot of kickbacks."

Naturally, the Yan family doesn't do business that loses money, so it can be seen that Xiao Buyi is also talented in organs.

This seemed to be something Xiao Buyi would do, Ye Wanqing's face appeared in Ye Wanqing's mind, and there was no way to connect Xiao Buyi with Yan Shi.

"Cen You is a member of the Cen family. He originally followed Xiao Junlan, not to mention his strength. Ji Shizi, although you are the son...but you are not in Jingzhou at this time, and Fenglai is their territory. famously insane."

"If you provoke them... I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out."

When he mentioned the familiar name again, Ye Wanqing's fingertips moved slightly. During the moment when he was in a daze, Xue Lan didn't know what he was looking for, but finally found it, and came to him with a light blue porcelain bottle.

Xue Lan's voice was gentle, "Are you afraid, Junior Brother?"

Ye Wanqing's wrist was held, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw it, but the other party said "don't move", and the cold ointment stuck to his wrist.

Both Jiang Tong and Song Bili had ignored Xue Lan just now, and they were quiet for a while before speaking.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid. Xue Lan is one of the top three in the Kyushu Power Rankings. He made it in a month. With him around, Yan Shi and the others must restrain themselves a little."

Ye Wanqing thought it might not be true, he and Xue Lan were not related, but this person can reach the top three within a month, so he must not be a person to be underestimated.

"Who is number one?"

"First of all, they are Fu Guang's disciples. Don't look at them, most of them are quasi-slayers, but they are also a group of mad dogs, and they will fight to death."

"This combat power list only counts the disciples of the Immortal Sect, especially the Four Great Immortal Sects, and does not include the Slayer Envoys and monks other than the Immortal Sect."

"I heard that if you can stay on the top of the combat power list for three months, maybe you can be accepted by Xiao Junlan as an apprentice."

Ye Wanqing, who originally wanted to work harder: "..."

Ye Wanqing's breath changed too obviously, Jiang Tong noticed it, and joked: "Do you know that many of the disciples of the Four Great Immortal Sects came for Xiaojunlan?"

"It seems that the son doesn't like him?"

Ye Wanqing noticed that Xue Lan's fingertips paused slightly, and it soon returned to normal. He didn't bother to move now, and today Xue Lan had just saved him, so he let Xue Lan apply the medicine for him.

"I can't say whether I like it or not."

Song Bili is Xiaojunlan's fancied younger brother. Hearing the words, he asked, "Why? Xiaojianshen is so powerful. He looks good and has a good temper. I heard that he taught many disciples. It is said that he was a man in Jiannan Villa. He is also very humble, writes well, knows medical books and classics, and has solved many difficult and difficult problems..."

As soon as Xiaojunlan was mentioned, Song Bili talked endlessly, as if he could talk for three days and three nights.

Ye Wanqing couldn't hear people praising Xiao Junlan, so he found a reason at random, "Everyone else likes it, but I don't want to like it."

"I see. I used to be the same as you," Song Bili said. "It means that you like him too much, and you don't want others to like him too."

"Xiaojian God is well-known in Kyushu, and many disciples believe in him, Ji Shizi, I understand your feelings very well."

Seeing Ye Wanqing's breath getting colder and colder, Jiang Tong's face turned dark when he heard it, and he stabbed Song Bili with his elbow.

Song Bili realized it, and scratched his head embarrassingly, "Ji Shizi, I'm sorry, I'm a little excited, if you don't like it, I won't talk about it in the future."

Ye Wanqing said "hmm", he had time to pay attention to Xue Lan, and caught a glimpse of Xue Lan on the celadon bottle, and he knew it was Xiao Junlan's personal seal.

"what is this?"

Ye Wanqing immediately withdrew her hand, as if she had touched something dirty, and avoided the wooden stick that Xue Lan continued to smear.

"This is the wound medicine developed by Xiao Jianshen. It is made of cold grass. With the addition of spiritual power, the medicinal properties of cold see grass can survive for a long time. The medicinal effect can prevent wounds from infection and heal quickly."

Song Bili: "In the past, medicinal herbs were very expensive, and cold see grass had low shelf life. People in Kyushu were rarely able to buy wound medicine when they were injured. After Xiao Jianshen developed the wound medicine, basically everyone The wound medicine can be used, and the people don’t have to have their limbs amputated or die of fever due to wound infection.”

"This bottle of wound medicine only sells for five cents. Xiao Jianshen never kept the prescription privately and gave it to the city lord. It has benefited countless people in Kyushu."

Ye Wanqing just raised her mouth casually and met Xue Lan's gaze, only to realize that she was really too sensitive.

"This wound medicine has been in circulation for the past two years, and almost all of our disciples have a spare bottle."

Song Bili took out two identical bottles of ointment, exactly the same as the one in Xue Lan's hand.

The wound on his wrist has almost healed. It takes two or three days for ordinary people to heal, and it is faster for their disciples who are cultivating immortals.

Ye Wanqing's memory has been blank for three years. Many things have happened in these three years. He only realized now that no one in Xihe Palace told him about these things.

"Junior brother has been watching what I do." Xue Lan finished giving him the medicine, and put the medicine bottle into Ye Wanqing's hand, "You think about it again, next month will have a trial, which is related to your assessment score."

"It's the turn of Yan Shi and the others to come up with the test this time. They are in a group. If the younger brother falls into their hands, the test must not be easy."

Xue Lan had a nice voice, and she spoke to him calmly. His deep voice touched his ears, and his fingertips touched the cold wall of the medicine bottle, and he did not reply to Xue Lan.

They haven't met yet, if Cen You sees his face, no matter who he is, he probably won't let him off lightly.

The night was calm, Ye Wanqing saw Qi Jin the next day, Qi Jin didn't reply to him, but came over in person.

Qi Jin wore a black cloak, covering part of his face, and said, "I've heard what happened yesterday, is your son injured?"

Ye Wanqing shook her head, he trusted Qi Jin more, so he told the truth.

"How is your son's recent cultivation?"

"There has been some progress, but the spiritual power I have condensed is very little, and the spiritual power can't be used on the sword yet."

Qi Jin: "My son lacks talent, so if you want to cultivate immortality, you will naturally have to put in more effort than others."

Ye Wanqing said "hmm", "I know about this, and I'm ready."

"As for Young Master Yan's matter, this subordinate can settle things for the prince in the name of the prince, and it can also make the rest of the life of the prince peaceful, and no one will dare to come here to provoke the prince at will."

Ye Wanqing knew that there was something in Qi Jin's words, and saw that the other party did not respond.

"The ancients often said that 'gold grows sharpened sand, and swords grow out of the southern sky'. The subordinates can fight back for the son, because the son is the son, and the son always does not rely on his own strength."

"If the son wants to stand at the top, these hardships are the only way to go. The subordinates respect the son, and promise to protect the safety of the son, and will obey the orders of the son in the future."

Ye Wanqing understood what Qi Jin meant, since Qi Jin let him come to Fenglai, he tried to raise him as much as possible and let him grow up by himself.

"I see, you don't need to interfere in this matter, I will find a way myself."

"How did the person I asked you to check last time do?"

Qi Jin: "My subordinates have already checked. Xue Lan had been staying in Fenglai before. She has always been the elder's favorite disciple. She has always kept a low profile, and only recently has she gradually appeared in front of people."

"As for Xiao Buyi and Yan Shi, Xiao Buyi is casual on the surface, and his subordinates have found out that he has contacts with many disciples of aristocratic families, and none of them belong to the same sect."

Ye Wanqing asked Qi Jin to go down after listening. He returned to the Jiange as usual, and listed the current problems on his seat.

1. Concentrate spiritual power on the sword as soon as possible

2. Yan Shi, Cen You, Xiao Buyi, Xue Lan.

3. Pass the trial at the end of the month

He wrote the last one for a long time, outside the window the birds were flying and the grass was growing, and the time flew by at the end of the setting sun, but some emotions accumulated in his heart, like a piece of rotten ink.

The handwriting at the end of the paper was scrawled and messy, and the handwriting seemed to be able to penetrate the back of the paper.

——Xiao Junlan

The window was open, and after the sword pavilion was over, the people left almost. The paper on the table was blown out by the wind, blown to the sky with the wind, and scattered in the long wind.

The last piece of paper was held by a cold white slender hand.

The sycamore tree was shady, and a disciple not far away called out to the boy sitting on the tree.

"Xue Lan."

The young man glanced at the handwriting on the paper and saw the last three words, the corners of his lips raised a little, his eyes were like thick sea fog, and he carefully put the paper into his arms.

Then leaned on the trunk and jumped down.

"coming."

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