Mrs. Youluo reminded her slightly, and Bai Nianchen immediately remembered, "The people in that tavern don't seem to be the people of Jiangling City, besides, the people inside don't feel like ordinary people, I always felt strange before, but when you said this, I think it's a little interesting." ”

"Those people should be eyeliners sent by the Lu family, right?"

"Well, I believe that the matter of Nankong Qian's return to Jiangling City today, soon, the Lu family will know. Bai Nianchen said faintly, and then looked at Mrs. Youluo again, "You are a citizen of Jiangling City, it is still a little inconvenient, you don't have to meddle in this matter, I can do it alone, anyway, the two fires of the Nan family and the Lu family will burn sooner or later." ”

After that, he got up and left, and when Mrs. Youluo saw his distant figure, she couldn't help frowning, and then instructed the slave girl at the door: "You go to the Silk Pavilion to pick a few people out, disguise yourself, follow his footsteps, and secretly inquire about some news and come back, but be careful, don't let him find out." ”

"Yes, ma'am. The slave girl bowed her head and left the private room.

After Nankong Qian returned to Nan's house, Nan Fengzhu was really waiting in the hall, Nankong Qian saw the momentum and paused, he hadn't seen his father for three years, looking at his appearance, he was much older, Nankong Qian sighed secretly, and then accelerated his pace and walked in-

"Daddy, the boy is back. Nankong saluted Nan Fengzhu in a dignified manner, Nan Fengzhu was stunned for a moment, and then showed a satisfied smile, got up and walked in front of him, stretched out his hand and stroked his hands, and motioned him to put it down, "I see that you look mature and steady, and your temperament is much lighter, how are you doing in the three years that you are in Shu Xie Zhenren?"

"Thank you dad for your concern, the child is all right. Nan Kongqian was still smiling, Nan Fengzhu smiled slightly, and then asked in a whisper in his ear, "After practicing the secret of the prophet, you didn't act willfully, right?"

Nankong was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Nan Fengzhu meant, he looked at Nan Fengzhu very seriously and said: "Dad, don't worry, the child has grown up, and he will no longer be as willful as before, besides, Shu Xie Zhenren also taught me, saying that although the prophetic secret technique can know everything in the world, since we are human beings, we must learn to respect people. ”

Nan Fengzhu nodded with satisfaction again, and looked him up and down carefully, I haven't seen him for three years, this kid has changed a lot!" "In the past three years, a lot of things have happened in Jiangling City, Dad doesn't have time to see you, this time you go down the mountain and go home, Dad can't pick you up in person, don't you blame Dad?"

Nankong was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly shook his head, "What did Dad say, Dad is the city lord of Jiangling City, so naturally he has to focus on the affairs of the city, besides, I have grown up, so why should Dad come to pick me up in person, wouldn't it make everyone laugh if it spreads!"

Nan Fengzhu laughed, "You! You have indeed grown in the past three years in Qilin Gate, if you don't want me to pick you up before, then you won't say this! Studying with Shu Xie Zhenren in Han Yanfeng, this temperament has become deferential! I don't say anything to contradict me, I'm a little unaccustomed to it!"

Nankong smiled slightly, pursed his lips and said nothing, what his father said was right, he has only been in the secret art of the prophet for the past three years, once he cultivates it, it is naturally day and night, this heart can naturally calm down, and he is no longer as impetuous as before, plus sometimes he practices swordsmanship with Shu Xie Zhenren, listening to a few words, it seems that he can really read a book for ten years, naturally it can't be compared with before.

"Dad, when I first came back, I passed by the Silk Pavilion. Nan Kongqian stood up straight, and suddenly opened his mouth to mention this matter, Nan Fengzhu glanced back at him, pretended not to know what he wanted to say, and nodded, "Well, when you go back to the city, you will indeed pass through the Silk Pavilion." ”

"Dad-" Nankong interrupted in a shallow voice, "I heard that Luo Muli is dead?"

"Hmm. Nan Fengzhu replied softly.

"Dad, how can this be?" Nankong asked incomprehensibly, Nan Fengzhu suddenly wandered around the hall, "What's so strange about this, I've also heard that Luo Muli and Lin Shuihan are in love with each other, Lin Shuihan also blocked a death robbery for Luo Muli before, Lin Shuihan committed a monstrous disaster, and he took his life to die, Luo Muli couldn't save him, so he went with him, which is also human nature." ”

"But ......"

"Okay!" Nan Kongqian was about to say something, but was interrupted by Nan Fengzhu's voice, "You came back from Beiman, and you are tired of traveling all night, so you should have a good rest in the past few days." ”

"......" Nan Kongqian wanted to say something more, but looking at his father's appearance, he also knew that what he said next was useless, he thought about it and still felt that it was over, so he said to Nan Fengzhu: "Since that's the case, then I'll go down and rest first." ”

"Well, have a good rest, when Dad is free for a while, go to the Iris Tower of the Silk Pavilion to hold a reception banquet for you, and wash the dust for you. Nan Fengzhu looked at him with a smile, Nan Kongqian's eyes lit up suddenly, and then he knew what Nan Fengzhu meant, nodded and said, "Okay!"

In March, the wind is bathing, the empty mountains are condensed with clouds, the spring river is warm, the peach blossoms are two or three, although there are no peach blossoms in the Hanxu Mountain, but if it is in the illusion, ten miles of long forest, scorching peach blossoms, for the current cold smoke and dust, it is all easy to come by.

Since Liuye gave up his position as the head of the house, he has been staying in retreat and cultivation in a deep and secluded valley in the mountains, and he doesn't know how he cultivates, nor does he know whether he cultivates the mind or spells, and Han Yanchen doesn't want to care about him so much, but the early spring has arrived, and he suddenly went up the mountain to find Shu Xie Zhenren to drink tea and chat, Han Yanchen didn't want to stay there, so he took this opportunity to go down the mountain for a walk.

He heard that Li Shiran had woken up, but his cultivation was completely ruined, and he seemed to have lost his memory, he didn't remember anything, he stayed in his room all day, and the door didn't go out, but Wang Yize, who came to see him with a white cat every day and talked to him, Han Yanchen felt that these two people were really pitiful, so he didn't bother them.

He came to the Jian Ju where Mrs. Youluo and Ning Xi lived together, and when he walked through the mountain corridor, Ning Xi seemed to appear in front of him when he sat in this corridor, and he heard that this Jian Ju was originally the place where Shu Xie Zhenren was in charge of the Qilin Gate, and then after he went to Hanyan Peak, this place was deserted.

Later, somehow it was cleaned up and used as a place for cultivation in the mountains, and Mrs. Youluo also took a fancy to the purity of this place at that time, so she proposed to live here.

Han Yanchen unconsciously sat in the position where Ning Xi was sitting, his head rested on the pillar, as soon as he closed his eyes, the familiar face appeared in front of him, he cast a spell to lay down the illusion, and turned the corridor into a ten-mile peach forest, peach petal petals, he lazily sat under a huge peach blossom tree, the petals were floating in front of him, and that face was always lingering.

He carefully took out the green forest bead, recalled the scene of the last meeting with Ning Xi, and thought of the tears on Ning Xi's face at that time, his heart still hurts faintly...... In the past three years, in the dead of night, as soon as he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was the desolate and sad back of sitting alone in the corridor, this scene has been deeply engraved in his mind, no matter what, it will not go away.

Han Yanchen looked at the green forest bead, spinning back and forth, he hadn't seen him for three years, and his thoughts were getting deeper...... "Ning Xi, I'm afraid that I have been poisoned by you in this life, and there is no cure." He laughed to himself.

After that, he carefully put away the green forest beads again, leaned against the big tree and fell asleep, and before he knew it, he slept until dark, and the night outside was getting darker, and the illusion was still red.

Han Yanchen woke up after a sleep, withdrew the illusion, and found that after it was dark, he stretched out his hand and yawned, and was about to go back to the mountain, but after thinking about it, there was no one in the middle of the night now, so it was better to take advantage of the dead of night to walk around!

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked towards the Qilin Gate again, wanting to take a good look at the main hall square and the Jinghua Palace, but what surprised him was that there were still people cleaning in the main hall square at such a late hour! He suddenly remembered in his mind that when he first entered the Qilin Gate, every night, he squatted in a corner of the main hall square and looked at his heart stone......

Thinking of the Heart Stone, Han Yanchen couldn't help but feel a trace of bitterness in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, he cast a stealth enchantment for himself and began to walk towards the main hall square.

There were a total of five disciples cleaning in the square, although they all lowered their heads, seemingly diligently cleaning, but the broom was held without thought, swaying and waving, Han Yanchen looked at them one by one yawning and having no thoughts, and couldn't help but smile contemptuously, it was really pitiful, he took a light step, slowly walked to the middle of them, and then began to carefully look at the Jinghua Hall in front of him.

"Hey, have you heard? A few days ago, a disciple discovered that someone was collecting a large amount of Thousand Bone Grass in the Beiban Snow Mountain!" One of the disciples was really bored, so he opened the conversation box and began to gossip curiously, and the 'Thousand Bone Grass' in these words immediately attracted Han Yanchen's attention, and he couldn't help but prick up his ears.

"What is the Thousand Bone Grass?" a disciple looked dazed.

"Anyway, it's a kind of herb, and it's red, and it is said that the person who collected it used it to make Gu poison!"

"It's really fake!"

"Really! This morning, the head of the sect sent his disciples to secretly check, do you know what the snow-capped mountain has become?"

"What does it look like?"

The disciple waved his hand and signaled that the scenery of the snow-capped mountains was indescribable, "Anyway, it's indescribable! The point is, do you know who went to collect the Thousand Bone Grass?"

"Who, who, who?" the big guys all came up.

"It's the second son of the Lu family in Hanyang City-Lu Feiye!"