A big event happened in the ancient city of Huai last night.

Cai Shusheng of the Lucky Luck Gambling House fought with people in front of an inn and died.

That night, the Lucky Luck Gambling House was ransacked by several people in black robes, and all the thugs raised by the gambling house were killed in battle, and the owner of the gambling house jumped into the cesspool and escaped with his life.

The next morning, the owner of the gambling house posted portraits everywhere in Huaigu City to arrest the murderer.

Whoever catches the murderer and recovers the looted property, half of the casino's property is his.

The portrait is of a man and three women, with scars on the faces of the men.

There were also several black-robed people.

"They did it......"

Yuwen Baojian stood on the street with a haggard expression, looking at the portrait and talking to himself.

"Yes, young master, it's those four people!" a pink young man beside him nodded, and then added, "But the gambling house made a mistake, not one man and three women, but two men and two women." ”

The young man pointed to Song Zheliu's portrait and said, "This is a man." ”

Yuwen Baojian looked at the portrait of Song Zheliu, his eyes were confused, what a good man, why didn't he belong to him?

Wow!

Yuwen Sword suffered a little loss on Meng Fan in the weapons shop, and the loss of face was small, but the few sky-slaying powerhouses who accompanied him to protect him died, and he never dared to tell his family about it.

However, his haggard is not because of Meng Fan.

Since the first time he saw Song Zheliu in the weapon spectrum, the man's beautiful face was deeply engraved in his mind, occupying his entire heart, making him sleepless all night, and Song Zheliu's shadow lingered when he opened and closed his eyes.

"Hey, the falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers. ”

Yuwen Baojian sighed, took his gaze back from Song Zheliu's portrait, and walked home.

On the way back, the pink boy wanted to hold Yuwen Sword's hand as usual, but was opened by Yuwen Sword.

Yuwen Sword had no interest in the pink boy at all......

When he arrived at home, Yuwen Baojian suddenly found that the atmosphere was not quite right.

The subordinates of the family were all guarding outside the lobby, not entering, with a frightened look on their faces, as if there were fierce beasts in the lobby, and a loud laughter came out of the lobby.

"Uncle is here!"

Yuwen Baojian was overjoyed when he heard this, and walked towards the lobby.

The pink boy followed.

Yuwen Baojian turned around and scolded: "Get out, don't appear in Yuwen's house in the future!"

After that, he entered the lobby without looking back.

His father, Yuwen Linjiang, sat on the main seat, and next to him sat an old man wearing a gray robe with thick hair but a little gray, and there was a strong killing aura on his body, which made people feel cold all over his body, as if he had killed many people.

Yuwen Baojian didn't say hello to his father, but greeted the man first, and asked excitedly, "Uncle, why are you here?"

The old man was none other than his uncle Yuwen Linhai.

It was an elder of a sect called the Mystic Sect.

"Haha!" Uncle Yuwen Linhai smiled heartily, diluted the killing aura on his body a little, and beckoned at Yuwen Sword, "Sword nephew, come, come here!"

"Hmm!" Yuwen Baojian hurriedly walked over, sat down next to his uncle Yuwen Linhai, and added tea to his uncle.

"Okay!" Yuwen Linhai glanced at Yuwen Sword, "I haven't seen you for a few years, but you look more heroic, are you married?"

"Let's talk about it in two years. Yuwen Baojian glanced at his father and said, "My father introduced me to a few women, and if I didn't see it, I will also raise my realm by a few levels, and I don't want to get married and have children early." ”

When he said this, Song Zheliu's "Qianying" couldn't help but appear in front of him.

"Ambitious. Yuwen Linhai nodded, "Our Yuwen family should also produce a few strong people, you see that my uncle's hair is a little gray, and it should be your young man's turn to guard the foundation of the family!"

"Uncle, what realm are you in now?" asked Yuwen Baojian with great meaning.

"I haven't made an inch in the past two years, and I'm still in the late stage of the triple stage of immortality. Yuwen Linhai showed a look of regret on his face, "The twelfth floor of Changsheng, the further you go, the more difficult it becomes!"

"If I can reach my uncle's realm in this life, I will be content to die. Yuwen Baojian's eyes showed a faint hint of joy, and after patting a sycophant, he asked, "How long will my uncle stay at home this time?" If I only stay for a day or two, my nephew will be sad, and there are still many things to ask my uncle about cultivation. ”

"Can't stay for a day or two. Yuwen Linhai waved his hand, "I have to leave soon, this time I'm just passing by." ”

"What is Uncle going to do?" Yuwen Baojian asked anxiously, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

He wished his uncle could stay at home for a few more days.

With his uncle's Immortal Triple Realm cultivation, it was an easy matter to help him snatch Song Zheliu back!

"Sword, don't ask!" Yuwen Sword's father, Yuwen Linjiang, said, "Your uncle is an elder of the Secret Xuan Sect, and there are some things that cannot be said outside. ”

"It doesn't matter. Yuwen Linhai took a sip of tea and said, "It's not a secret that Chongming Bird is in the world, there are many forces that come to fight, I heard that even the Eighteen Heavy Mountains that are eight hundred miles away, there are many people coming, the Secret Xuanzong is not far from Niutou Mountain, how can you let Chongming Bird be snatched away by others?"

Yuwen Linhai glanced at Yuwen Sword: "Nephew, uncle came to Niutou Mountain to capture Chongming Bird this time." ”

"I'll just say, Huaigu City has come to a lot of outsiders in the past few days, it turned out to be for this. Yuwen Sword said: "The secret Xuanzong is here alone?"

"Uncle alone is not enough?" Yuwen Linhai said with a smile.

"Enough, enough. Yuwen Baojian said with a smile.

"Actually, a team of people from the Secret Xuan Sect came a few days ago. Yuwen Linhai's voice sank, "For some reason, I suddenly lost the news, my uncle wants to find Chongming Bird, and he also wants to find those people." ”

"Uncle, my nephew has a reluctant request, I don't know if to say it?" Yuwen Baojian pondered for a moment and spoke.

"Treat your uncle as an outsider, what can't you say?" Yuwen Linhai pretended to be serious and glanced at Yuwen Sword.

"Can Uncle bring his nephew with him?" Yuwen Baojian begged, "In the past two years, my nephew's cultivation has not made much progress, and I have always wanted to go out to practice, it would be good if my uncle could take my nephew with him, and my nephew could ask my uncle for advice along the way, and he could also open his eyes, if he could see his uncle kill in all directions, or catch that heavy bird, it would be better!"

He didn't say this on a whim.

In fact, it is a point.

He was sure that after Meng Fan and the others left Huaigu City, they must have gone to Niutou Mountain to catch Chongming Bird, and the portrait of the murderer in the gambling house also wrote that Meng Fan and the others fled to the west!

And the uncle wants to go over there to catch the heavy bird, and he has to find someone, which is just right for him.

He seemed to see that he had already grabbed Song Zheliu's little hand......

On this day, after obtaining his father's consent, Yuwen Baojian followed his uncle Yuwen Linhai.

At this time, Meng Fan had already arrived at the entrance of Niutou Mountain......

(End of chapter)