"In Xia Yun Xiao. The young man in Tsing Yi hugged his sword as a salute, and his voice was gentle.

"Guo Xiaoyu. The plain woman turned her face and glanced back at the woman, her face calm and indifferent.

"Two ...... Are they all Lang Lang's friends?" The old woman had a calm face, and with the help of the two maids on the left and right, she took a few steps closer to Yun Xiao and the others. Lang Lang had a difficult birth, although he gave birth to a young son, his mother could not keep it, and his sorrow was greater than joy. My father-in-law's loss has not yet eased his sorrow, so he has not had time to inform Lang Lang's relatives and friends...... I don't know where you got the news, but you heard the news?"

Before Yun Xiao could speak, the plain-clothed woman bowed her head and said, "Exactly." ”

When the woman heard this, she sighed, looked at the red-clothed girl who had fainted, and said: "Miss Ye is Lang Lang's junior sister, and when she heard the bad news, she was too sad for a while, and she was excited, and she took a heavier attack on the inferior son, the woman can understand, and the two of you don't need to take it to heart." ”

Yun Xiao was slightly stunned when he heard this, and saw Guo Xiaoyu helping Ah Yue to salute the woman: "It turned out to be Mrs. Gongyi, who was rude before, and I hope Mrs. Haihan." ”

The woman's eyebrows were a little sad, and she shook her head lightly and said, "The two of you didn't say anything wrong...... is Miss Ye, and what she does is also in line with common sense...... The old woman was ashamed and didn't dare to mention Haihan. After that, she looked at the two of them, and bowed between her hands: "Lang Lang's death...... The public loser has an unshirkable responsibility...... The old woman first pleaded guilty to the two of them. ”

Yun Xiao hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand with his sword: "Madame's words are serious." ”

"This is?!" Mrs. Gong lowered her head and saw the sword in the young man's hand, and her tone was shocked.

Several old people in the hall heard that the lady who had always been gentle and quiet suddenly turned their eyes and looked at the long sword in the hand of the young man in Tsing Yi who was losing the finger of Mrs. Gong, and when they saw it clearly, they were all shocked and shocked: "Yes...... Is it ......?!"

"Lin Shuanghua Bone?!" The young man who had pointed at the girl in red and shouted was shocked: "The sword in Gongzi's hand seems to be the treasure of the third generation of my father's loser 'Lin Shuanghua Bone' drawn in the family tree!"

There was an old man beside the young man, who raised his palm and shouted: "Silly boy! Open your eyes wide and see clearly! That is Lin Shuanghua Gu!"

Mrs. Gongyi regained her composure, and her face immediately became very respectful, and she looked at the young man in Tsing Yi politely and said, "This son, dare to ask what is the relationship between the son and Guiyun Valley?"

The young man was still on the side and shouted, "What are you doing beating me! Didn't you say that the Frost Hua Sword would be in the hands of Mr. Duanmu, the Qingyun Sect Master?"

Yun Xiao's face did not change, and his eyes were solemn and gentle: "I am a disciple of the Cloud Gate Qingyun Sect from Guiyun Valley, and Mr. Duanmu is the family teacher." ”

There is a humane among the children of the public loser: "The surname is Yun and the name is Xiao...... Yes, it is Mr. Duanmu's apprentice who was rumored in the rivers and lakes two years ago, Yun Xiao Gongzi!"

"Then this sword was passed on to you by Mr. Duanmu?" suddenly a loud and powerful old man's voice came from outside the door, and everyone turned their heads.

I saw an old man in a yellow satin robe, limping and being helped by the family to walk slowly to the mourning hall.

Seeing it at a glance, Mrs. Gong said softly with worry between her eyebrows: "Old ...... How are you...... It looks like someone has beaten you again?"

"Nonsense!" The old man blew his beard and glared, and immediately said like a bell: "Who dares to do anything to the old man in this Guangling County! The old man just went up the steps and accidentally fell!"

Everyone stared at the bruises and crooked teeth on his face, one arm was still hanging loosely on his shoulder, obviously unloaded, his feet and neck were swollen like fists, and his whole body seemed to have been knocked again.

The young man from before said bluntly again: "Old Man Qiu really fell completely, not a piece of flesh fell, this injury looked like he had to change his posture back and forth on the steps and fell more than a dozen times, right?"

The old man glared, and knocked over with a cane: "You kid talks a lot!"

Yun Xiao stood quietly aside, not knowing words.

The young man retracted his neck, and Yun Xiao turned to the side and said bluntly: "The kid hasn't replied to the old man, you got this sword from Mr. Duanmu?"

The eyes of the people in Tsing Yi were as clear as the moon, warm but not warm: "Going back to the old man's house is passed down by the family teacher." ”

The old man looked at Yun Xiao angrily: "You kid, your martial arts are not satisfactory, wouldn't this sword be wasted if it fell into your hands...... Why didn't your master pass it on to that Shaoyang Cold Sword, the swordsmanship is good and the martial arts are high, so that the mystery of this Fengchen Ancient Sword is not in vain......"

"Hmph. A faint and ethereal snort came, accompanied by a light laugh, and the laughter of the people who came was clear, and they were unrestrained, and there was a detachment that did not linger in their hearts. "Where did you come from, Lao Suo, whose martial arts are not satisfactory, is there no shame in wearing this dress on your body? Why don't you strip your skin to others, and do good deeds and make the best use of it, so as not to waste the usefulness of this cloth...... Is what this boy said right?"

The red plum is like a brand, the white clothes are like snow, the jade fan is merry, and the tassels are cold.

Striding into the courtyard and facing the mourning hall, the figure was long, the face was cold and handsome, the long eyebrows were obliquely raised into the sideburns, and the phoenix eyes were sharp and leisurely.

"You...... You!" the old man was angry and angry when he saw the comer, and he wanted to say something in his straight voice, but he took a few steps back with some fear.

Mei Shuying walked to his side, and the jade fan turned and smiled: "The old man fell not lightly, remember to be careful when walking down the steps." ”

The beard of the public was blown away, his eyes were fixed on the man in white, and he gritted his teeth and couldn't speak.

Jiuli and Yingli followed Mei Shuying in, neither of them squinted, and walked into the mourning hall under the gaze of the old man.

"Childe is?" the princess knew that she was not an ordinary person, and stepped forward and asked politely.

Mei Shuying glanced at Yun Xiao coldly, and then turned to the public loser and said calmly: "In Xia Mei Shuying, there are some trivial things I want to ask the old owner of the public loser." ”

Yun Xiao didn't know Mei Shuying's joy and disgust, but he still bowed his hand politely: "Pavilion master." ”

Mei Shuying only snorted. Yingli and Jiuli nodded to the young man in Tsing Yi, but their eyes were a little complicated.

When everyone heard his name, they were secretly frightened.

Mei Shuying?!

Isn't it the first pavilion in the world known as the son of the Amazing Cloud - Mei Shuying, the master of the Amazing Cloud Pavilion!

Mrs. Gongyi's expression was calm, I don't know if she had heard of Mei Shuying's name, and she said politely as before: "The prince is a guest from afar, and we should not be lazy, but the master is far away, and even we don't know his whereabouts." ”

"Is that so?" Mei Shuying smiled very calmly, then thought about it and said, "It's really unfortunate like this." Dare to ask Madame, do you know when the old owner of the old farmer will go out, where will he go, and will he return?"

Mrs. Gong shook her head and said, "I have been out for more than a year, I don't know where I am going, and I have not informed the woman of the return date." Then he looked at the man in white and said: "It's just that the family has just been mourned, if the master hears the bad news, he should rush home, if the son is not in a hurry, you can wait for the master to return home in the village." ”

Mrs. Gong Zhi took two steps forward again, looked at Guo Xiaoyu and Yun Xiao and said: "Whether it is Lang Lang's relatives or friends, Lang Lang has not yet been buried a few days ago, and several of them can stay and pay respects." ”

Yun Xiao was silent, and Guo Xiaoyu nodded silently.

"Madam!" At this time, the housekeeper hurriedly came over in the inner courtyard: "The little young master's shape is inappropriate, the blood has not stopped so far, and it seems to be in danger......"

Yun Xiao was a little stunned when he heard this, and said: "I know some medical science, you can take a look." ”

Mrs. Gong glanced at her, lowered her hand and bowed: "The woman thanked Mr. Duanmu for his apprenticeship, and there is Lao Yunxiao's son." ”

"Madame is polite, and she will do her best. Yun Xiao asked some details with Gong Yi Jing, and Gong Yi Jing was stunned and answered one by one, and at the same time led the young man in green shirt to the inner courtyard.

"Miss Guo, Miss Ye is unconscious, depressed and sad, I ordered a few girls to take you to the guest room to rest for a while, and when Miss Ye wakes up, she will be relieved, please accept the punishment, so good?"

Guo Xiaoyu nodded gently, and without saying a word, Mrs. Gongyi led her and Ye Yue to the guest room.

Mei Shuying stood on top of the mourning hall, the breeze lifted the white curtain, and when she inadvertently looked back, she saw the plain figure that stepped out of the door.

Shuangli looked up and saw the person holding the folding fan looking at the woman's back, and he was distracted.

"Childe?" Yingli called, "What's wrong with Childe?"

The man in white twisted his eyebrows slightly, and his voice was loose and cold: "That person's back, my son feels a little familiar." ”