The man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed with a white expressionless mask on his face was not actually a prominent person. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because, after Yan Ziming knelt on one knee, he could listen to Yan Ziming, who was looking down at the ground, and Yan Ziming, who was clasping his fists, said very respectfully: "Son Ming, meet the master." ”

Yan Ziming's voice was as low and magnetic as ever, but the tone of his voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

This kind of gentle tone is different from the pretended gentleness that Yan Ziming pretends to be when he speaks to his subordinates, and it is even more different from the gentleness with the affection of men and women when Yan Ziming speaks to Leng Qing.

This gentle tone is Yan Ziming's respect for the elders, without any distractions, extremely clean and pure respect.

And this simple sentence also succinctly stated the identity of the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, wearing a white expressionless mask on his face.

And on that side, after Yan Ziming finished speaking, he saw the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, wearing a white expressionless mask on his face, and was called "master" by Yan Ziming, nodded slightly at Yan Ziming, and said in a slightly indifferent voice: "Get up!"

"Yes, master. With such a gentle tone and respectful response, Yan Ziming stood up.

After standing up, he saw that Yan Ziming didn't dare to be as presumptuous as he usually was, but tied his hands to his side, standing in a proper manner, which was diametrically opposed to his usual appearance of being a fool or pretending to be stupid.

Yan Ziming, who is so well-behaved, is afraid that he has never even seen Wang Quan and Mu Wen!

At the entrance of the bamboo house, after standing firmly in such an orderly manner, Yan Ziming raised his head slightly and looked at the man who was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed with a white expressionless mask on his face.

Because the man was wearing a mask on his face, and there were only two round holes in his eyes on the mask to see, let alone spying on the man's appearance, it was impossible to even figure out where the man's eyes fell.

However, in the end, there is more than 20 years of master-apprentice relationship, even if he can't see it, Yan Ziming can clearly feel that their master's eyes are falling on him impartially......

"It's still three months before the once-in-a-decade gathering of the Nine Kingdoms begins, and you're too early. A calm but neutral voice came from under the white expressionless mask, a deliberately slowed tone, with an unclear flavor.

At this time, Yan Ziming, who was standing at the entrance of the bamboo house in a regular manner, shook his head slowly, and then clasped his fists, and replied with careful words: "Back to the master's words, the apprentice came to the top of Qinshan this time, not because of the gathering of the Nine Kingdoms, but because the apprentice has a few questions, and he wants to ask the master in person." ”

"Oh?" a short, emotionally uncertain question came from under the white, expressionless mask.

Without waiting for Yan Ziming to ponder the intention of that questioning voice, he heard the calm but energetic voice say again: "Okay, you ask first." ”

Hearing such straightforward words, Rao was already prepared on the way here, but Yan Ziming was still slightly silent for a moment.

After a short silence, he saw Yan Ziming, who was standing at the entrance of the bamboo house in an orderly manner, put down his fist-clasped hands, lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and then raised his eyes as if he had made up his mind, and looked firmly at the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, wearing a white expressionless mask on his face.

Staring at the white expressionless mask on their master's face without blinking, Yan Ziming asked word by word: "The apprentice wants to ask the master, first, did the master calculate that Leng Qing would be taken away and would flee into the Wanchun Tower, so the master specially ordered the apprentice to return to the Red Ice Kingdom later? Second, on the day of the apprentice's wedding, was the 'elixir' condensed with the blood of a thousand-year-old spirit fox sent to the apprentice by the disciple's brother, was it from the master's hand? Third...... The apprentice wants to know...... The Red Charm Poison in the Disciple's Body...... Can it be resolved?"

On that side, Yan Ziming's questioning voice had not yet dissipated, and on this side, under the white expressionless mask, a calm but energetic voice came out leisurely: "Only these three questions?"

Yan Ziming, who was standing at the entrance of the bamboo house in a regular manner, nodded in a regular manner, and then replied with a very positive answer from their master: "If you go back to the master, there are only three questions." ”

Yes, the reason why Yan Ziming was so impatient, and even rushed to the top of this Qin Mountain day and night, was not only to temporarily avoid Leng Qing, but more importantly, to ask their master these three questions.

In fact, not long after meeting Leng Qing, Yan Ziming already had some vague doubts, whether his encounter with Leng Qing was already in the calculation of their master?

However, Yan Zi knew that no matter how much he doubted, things that did not have real evidence could not be easily judged.

Especially, when the object of suspicion was still Yan Ziming's most respected master, Yan Ziming could only silently suppress this suspicion.

Besides, after all, their master is a strange person who knows astronomy and geography, and there is nothing in this world that their master does not know! In this way, even if their master really calculated when and where he would meet Leng Qing, Yan Ziming would not feel strange at all.

However, when Yan Ziming got the "wedding gift" given to him by Zhu Zimo from Leng Qing, the doubts that had been suppressed in Yan Ziming's heart became stronger and stronger.

What is the thousand-year-old spirit fox blood?

It is a rare treasure that can only be seen by chance in all kinds of ancient books!

Such a rare treasure, even Yan Ziming, who is the prince of a country, doesn't have the ability to get it, where did Zhu Zimo get the ability to get this thousand-year-old spirit fox blood?

Although the dark forces under Zhu Zimo's hands are incomparably huge, and may even far exceed the dark forces under his control, Yan Ziming is also sure that it seems that the rare treasure of the thousand-year-old spirit fox blood is Zhu Zimo, and he doesn't have the ability to get it!

So, where did the "elixir" that Zhu Zimo gave him that was condensed with the blood of a thousand-year-old spirit fox come from?

On this issue, Yan Ziming thought about it, and the only person he could think of was their mysterious master!

As for the red charm poison in his body......

In short, the doubts in Yan Ziming's heart were accumulating more and more, and it was a coincidence that he happened to run into the incident that Leng Qing did......

So, Yan Ziming simply left a letter and went out of the palace alone to the top of Qinshan......

Okay, let's get back to that.

In the face of their master, Yan Ziming could be said to have restrained all his twists and turns, and answered every word with great honesty and no concealment. But......

"You have these three questions in mind, and I think you are really confused by them. But have you ever thought that since you can ask these three questions, you already have the answers to them in your heart? A calm but breathless voice came from under the white expressionless mask without any emotion.

At the entrance of the bamboo house, but seeing a pair of narrow and seductive Danfeng eyes looking at the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed with a white expressionless mask on his face without blinking, Yan Ziming felt a little helpless and wanted to sigh......

Yan Ziming knows that when their master speaks, he rarely has a straight time, no matter what happens, their master likes to go around the bend and say in a foggy way.

After all...... This kind of speech is always twisted and turned, it seems that no matter how you say it, you can't get around the routine on time, you have lived in the court for more than 20 years, and Yan Ziming, who is the prince of the country, is simply too familiar!

It's just that Yan Ziming doesn't understand, although their master has been in and out of the palace, he doesn't seem to have dealt with the royal family of any country, how can he learn such a bad habit?

Fortunately, because he was too familiar with the way their master spoke, although Yan Ziming did not receive a positive answer, Yan Ziming did not have any anxiety on his face, and his face was still as calm as before.

In the next moment, I saw Yan Ziming clasp his fists again, and continued to use his low and magnetic voice, still gentle tone, and respectful demeanor, and said: "Back to the master's words, these three questions have puzzled the apprentice for a long time, but the apprentice thinks that the answer in the apprentice's heart is the apprentice's own answer. The apprentice came this time just to hear your answer, master. ”

"Hmm. In response to Yan Ziming's words, the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed and wearing a white expressionless mask on his face just nodded.

After nodding, the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, wearing a white expressionless mask on his face, still did not give Yan Ziming the answers to his three questions, but said in an indifferent tone in his calm but neutral voice: "Before answering your question, let the teacher ask you a question first." ”

The voice was only for a short time, and Yan Ziming, who was standing at the entrance of the bamboo house in an orderly manner, had not yet reacted, but had already heard the calm but neutral voice asking: "How many months and days have it been since you last climbed to the top of this Qin Mountain?"

Hearing this, Yan Ziming, who was standing at the entrance of the bamboo house, was silent for a moment before bowing his head, and clasped his fists at the man who was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed and wearing a white expressionless mask on his face, and replied in a gentle tone and respectfully: "Back to the master's words, it has been five, three months and eight days. ”

On this side, before the aftermath of Yan Ziming's reply dissipated, he could already hear the calm but full of anger voice and asked again: "I have another question for the teacher, can I ask you a question?"

Hearing such a "respectful" question, Yan Ziming immediately lowered his head, maintained a posture of clenching his hands into fists, and replied with a little trepidation to the man who was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed with a white expressionless mask on his face: "If the master has any questions, but it doesn't hurt to ask, the apprentice will answer truthfully, and dare not deceive in any way." ”

"There's no need to be nervous, I just want to ask you, how long are you going to stay on the top of this Qin Mountain this time?" A calm but neutral voice and indifferent tone came from under the white expressionless mask.

Xu asked this question very casually because of the tone and words, but Yan Ziming, who was still maintaining the posture of clasping his hands and fists, did not hesitate when he heard this, and replied truthfully in a respectful tone: "If you go back to the master, the apprentice should stay here for about three months, and the apprentice will not go down the mountain until the day of the gathering of the Nine Kingdoms comes." ”

nodded, but the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed with a white expressionless mask on his face suddenly asked, "How do you want the teacher to answer the three questions you asked?"

Because these few sentences of dialogue were only a moment's work, Yan Ziming's hands that were clenched into fists never let go.

Hearing this question at this moment, Yan Ziming lowered his head and made a slight gesture towards the man who was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed with a white expressionless mask on his face, and then raised his head and replied without hiding his thoughts at all: "I hope that the master will answer truthfully. ”

Yan Ziming is indeed so hopeful, very desperately hopeful, otherwise he will travel thousands of miles to make this trip, what is the point?

It's just that after Yan Ziming's words fell, the small bamboo house was inexplicably quiet.

However, Yan Ziming knew that their master had always done what he said, so even if the room was inexplicably quiet, Yan Ziming was not worried that their master would avoid answering.

Sure enough, after a very short period of silence, I heard the calm but breathing voice say in a leisurely tone: "First, being a teacher can be regarded as a matter of the world, and it is naturally difficult to be a teacher. Second, the 'elixir' coagulated with the blood of a thousand-year-old spirit fox was indeed condensed by Zi Yan with his own internal force, but the thousand-year-old spirit fox that Zi Yan used to collect blood was accidentally caught and raised by the master in this vast mountain range a few years ago. Third, the red charm poison can be cured, and the teacher has asked Ziyan's subordinates to pick the herbs that are equipped with the antidote. ”

As the calm but breathless voice fell, Yan Ziming, who was standing at the entrance of the bamboo house, knelt down on one knee again and only said respectfully: "Disciple...... Thank you for your doubts. ”

To be able to get such an answer, it is enough, enough......

This time, the man sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed with a white expressionless mask on his face did not let Yan Ziming get up first, but said in an indifferent tone: "Your bamboo house has not been in the middle for many years, this time you have come up to the mountain, and you want to live for three months, you can check the utensils in the house yourself to see if they can still be used, if there is any damage, and go and cut the bamboo to make a new one!"

"Yes, remember. With this answer, Yan Ziming stood up, lowered his head, and exited the bamboo house. (To be continued.) )