Zilan

There are more than a dozen tables in the small inn, which are scattered on the left and right sides, leaving a path leading to the gate for Xiao Er to run around.

Not long after the door opened, the inn was already full of people, and the little second hand was sweating profusely with dishes on his shoulders.What he hates most about the shopkeeper is that he refuses to find another guy to work, insisting that there are not so many places for the new guy to live in.Xiao Er felt that this was all his excuse for not wanting to pay more wages, and the empty room in the backyard could be filled with a few camels.

"Xiao Er, add some tea." A big man on the left shouted.

"Fall by yourself." Xiaoer didn't even yell back.

The big man sat down in embarrassment amidst the laughter of his friend, and said angrily: "This attitude is too crazy. Sooner or later, this dilapidated shop will be demolished."

As soon as he finished speaking, his friend covered his mouth. The friend carefully looked around for a few times before letting go.

"Don't say such things in the inn." My friend warned.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just an inn." The big man was puzzled, but his voice was lowered.

"It's because this inn is under the protection of Tianshamen." A bright voice interjected.

Tsing Yi sat down, and the young master who covered his face with a white jade fan bent a pair of fox eyes: "Wen Lun, I wonder if I can share a table with the two of you."

Although it was an inquiry, he had already sat down firmly, but the two of them were not entangled in this matter.

The big man turned pale: "But that Tianshamen?"

Wen Lun asked back: "Is there a second Heavenly Demon Gate in this world?"

Speaking of Tianshamen, few people in the Central Plains know about it, but everyone in Mobei is familiar with it.No one knows who owns the Tianshamen. All they know is that the Tianshamen rose overnight and subdued all the forces in Mobei. , and has since become a tyrant in Mobei.

But the strange thing is that Tianshamen only wanders in the Mobei area, and doesn't care about anything outside of Mobei.Therefore, if you offend the Tianshamen, you must either leave Mobei alive, or go far away and don't step into this place again, so Mobei people fear and respect this Tianshamen.

"Don't worry, there is no one but me..." The friend comforted, seeing Wen Lun paused next to him, "No one heard except me and Mr. Wen."

The big man looked at Wen Lun with a pale face, hope in his eyes.

Wen Lun frowned and nodded: "I won't say anything, but I have something to ask."

The big man hurriedly said, "What's the matter?"

"I don't know if the two of you have encountered a black-clothed swordsman who is accompanied by a young man wearing a white veiled cap." Wen Lun added at the end, "It doesn't look easy to mess with."

The friend shook his head and said, "You're talking about the Yunchuanjiang family?"

"What happened to Yunchuan Jiang's family?" the big man asked.

My friend thought he was really stupid for practicing martial arts, but he still explained patiently: "The young master of the Jiang family in Yunchuan was kidnapped, and now even the government has issued a wanted arrest. Whoever can find the young master Jiang will get a reward of 20 taels of silver." .”

"Who is so bold that he dares to kidnap the Jiang family?"

"One sword keeps the soul." The two voices coincided with each other.

"One Sword to Keep Soul?" The big man became interested, "Then this young master Jiang won't come back, who can snatch someone from One Sword to Keep Soul, unless the ghost comes back to life."

"Even a ghost can't stand him." Wen Lun smiled with disdain.

"I don't think you are from Mobei. You don't know how scary the Yin Gui is. He is Mobei's nightmare." The big man trembled, "He is much more terrifying than Tianshamen, bloodthirsty, adulterous Cruel killing, coupled with Yin Gui's high martial arts skills, like a ghost, no one can kill him. There is also his Yin Guimen, who work for tigers, and no one who falls into their hands will survive."

"In the end, he was still killed. His corpse was violent in the desert, and his body was bitten by wild beasts. The ghost is just a human being."

The big man opened his mouth, blushing, and finally found a way to refute Wen Lun: "Then the sword is not necessarily better than Yingui. When Yingui is alive, no one can win him except ghost killers."

Hearing this, Wen Lun smiled inexplicably, noncommittal.

"Mr. Wen, did that man save his soul with a sword?" The friend interrupted suddenly.

Looking in the direction he pointed, a black-clothed swordsman wearing a black veiled hat was talking to Xiao Er. There was an empty circle around him, and everyone who passed the black-clothed swordsman would unconsciously stay three feet away from him.

"What's the matter with this Xiaoer, he doesn't care when I talk to him, and he's flattering if it's someone else." The big man turned his head indignantly as he spoke, only to find that there was no one in Wen Lun's seat.

The silent wind blows, and the green branches of the courtyard sway.

A hand silently reached out to the black figure in front, and when it almost touched the shoulder, a cold light came from the side.

The scene of flying flesh and blood did not appear, and a white jade fan was held against the edge of the sword.

"Yan Zhuoqing, I've been looking for you so hard, why are you dressed up like this." The white jade fan moved down, revealing a face with a strangely brilliant smile.

"So it's Wen Lun." Yan Zhuoqing seemed surprised, lifted the veil and said distressedly, "I can't help it, I have a family now, so I can only listen to my wife."

Wen Lun spat in disregard of his image, and didn't believe a single word he said: "I asked you to protect Young Master Jiang, but you're better off yourself. Don't tell me you've been guarding and stealing yourself, and you've caused me to be implicated by you."

"It's still standing still."

"If I hadn't been running fast, Jiang Tai would have almost chopped me down with a knife." Wen Lun recalled that scene with palpitations, and "Quick Sword" still lived up to his reputation even after retiring for many years.

"Didn't the Jiang family give all the money that should be given, so it's fine." Yan Zhuoqing yawned and turned around the curtain.

"You've guessed that the Jiang family is very trustworthy, but it's just a pity that you missed a chance to befriend the Jiang family."

"Aren't you too." Yan Zhuoqing sneered.

"Having said that, where did you get Young Master Jiang, you should return it to the Jiang family." Wen Lun was puzzled, "I really don't know what you're thinking, what's the use of taking Young Master Jiang away? It's troublesome to carry."

"When did I say I would send the young master to Jiang's house?" A leaf cut through the paper fan, wiped Wen Lun's face and inserted it into the tree trunk behind him. "He is mine now."

Wen Lun was startled by his hooliganism, no one would stamp that it was his own when he kidnapped someone, and blurted out: "The family you are talking about..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing Yan Zhuoqing's expression, he knew that there was no need to ask any more questions, and he was disgusted by his youthful look.

"Did the Jiang family promise that if they successfully protected the young master, they would agree to a condition?" Yan Zhuoqing asked suddenly.

"So what?" Wen Lun had an ominous premonition.

"How about I go to Jiang's family to propose marriage on this condition?"

Wen Lun stared at Yan Zhuoqing, who was eager to try, and said seriously: "You can test whether Jiang Tai's knife is fast."

He also kindly reminded: "Today and tomorrow, the government's arrest will be spread to Mobei. I advise you to take Young Master Jiang and leave early."

"It just so happens that the young master and I are leaving too." Yan Zhuoqing didn't take it seriously, since the young master can only be his, "I don't have time to chat with you, I have to nourish my little orchid."

Wen Lun felt that the use of the word "nourishing" was really subtle, but he couldn't tell where the weirdness was, and with Yan Zhuoqing's character, he knew how to grow flowers?

When Yan Zhuoqing opened the door and entered the room with the medicine in hand, the person on the bed just woke up.

"Hero Yan." Jiang Jiuwan's face was flushed, and he smiled extremely embarrassingly.Although it has been cleaned, the soreness of the body is still a reminder of what happened last night.

Yan Zhuoqing helped him up, and squeezed the hands on his waist gently: "Ah Wan, you are wrong."

There was a tingling sensation in his waist again, and Jiang Jiuwan grabbed the clothes on his chest tightly.

"Zhuo, Zhuoqing."

Yan Zhuoqing hugged the young master who looked like a spring flower tightly in satisfaction: "Did you sleep well?"

I lost weight again, and the body that I had raised a few days ago wore back after some illnesses, so I was worried last night and didn't make it to the end. Let's wait for the young master to get better.

With a face so red that it was bleeding, Jiang Jiuwan nodded slightly.Whether it's because of the people sleeping next to him or because he was tortured hard, it's always a rare dreamless night.

"What is this?" Jiang Jiuwan was referring to the black curtain cap that Yan Zhuoqing had just casually placed on the table.

Yan Zhuoqing turned his face away, kissed his eyes, and smiled against his forehead: "Didn't the young master say that you are the only one in my eyes?"

"You don't have to do this, you don't have to wrong yourself because of my rude demands." Jiang Jiuwan tightened his palms, and Jiang Jiuwan's heart beat like a drum for these words, but what came out of his mouth was contrary to what he thought in his heart.

"How can this be considered a grievance? It is precisely because it is Ah Wan that I am very happy." The delicate kiss fell from the forehead, lightly itchy like a feather, and Jiang Jiuwan subconsciously pursued it, but when she was licked on the back of her neck, she suddenly His body tensed up, and the surging pleasure made him hold Yan Zhuoqing's back head uncontrollably.

"The next time Ah Wan says something like this, I'll be really angry, and I don't know what I will do."

There was another hickey that was soaked red on the neck that was already full of breasts, Yan Zhuoqing raised her head and kissed the corner of his eyes.Water filled his eyes immediately, and Jiang Jiuwan's sensitive body was dyed a thin red, as delicate and beautiful as a moistened orchid, so moist that one wanted to hold it in the palm of his hand.

Yan Zhuoqing wanted to hide him more and more, to a place where no one could see him.

"Ah Wan, let's go tomorrow."

"Okay." Jiang Jiuwan agreed without hesitation.

"Aren't you going to ask where?" Yan Zhuoqing couldn't help rubbing his soft hair.

"As long as you're with Great Xia Yan, it doesn't matter where you are."

Young Master Jiang pecked his cheek while he was not prepared, and the corners of his eyes were bent like the moment when a peach blossom blooms in March. He shyly and bravely peeled off the petals to show his heart, so beautiful that people want to be eternal.

Every word struck my heart, Yan Zhuoqing thought, if the young master is the goblin in the storybook, then he is the man who is willing to give his life because of his fascination.But fortunately, they are not goblins and scholars, otherwise they would not be able to grow old together.

Taking a mouthful of the medicine, Yan Zhuoqing lied to her red lips that were ravaged last night, with vague words hidden between her lips and teeth.

—You got it wrong again, young master.

The curtain was accidentally torn off by struggling hands that couldn't breathe, and the figures were intertwined.

A sword keeps the soul, and has since disappeared from the rivers and lakes.

The Jiang family also withdrew their wanted arrest for unknown reasons a few years later.

The author says:

Happy Children's Day.This chapter is two in one, so the main text ends here, and there are two extra episodes after that.