Standing outside the green bamboo forest, Yan Hao was a little confused, a little agitated, a little lost, but also a little hopeful. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He wanted to move forward, but he was worried that he had fallen into some trap, but an aura that seemed to be connected by blood always reminded him with a unique code in the dark that there was no danger ahead, and another seemingly nonexistent but real, real call gently cut into the depths of his soul—

Come, child, it's safe here, it's a haven from the wind and rain, it's a prairie where you can fly freely.

Confused and struggling for a moment, Yan Hao immediately calmed down the earth-shattering waves that rose from the depths of his soul, his eyes were full of clarity and wisdom, just like a wise man who has gone through ups and downs and seen the vicissitudes of the world, he immediately raised his feet and took a solid and stable step towards the two-story pavilion leading to the blue bricks and blue tiles.

It's really safe here, Yan Hao thought in his heart, I didn't have any magic, and among the thirteen young souls of Yan Mansion that I devoured, there was a kind of family relationship and breath communication that was fused with his biological father's blood, so what was there to doubt?!

As soon as he stepped on the winding path paved with white jade in the bamboo forest, Yan Hao immediately felt that the realm in front of him was open and the scene was myriad.

This bamboo forest seems to be three or five acres from the outside, and after entering, I feel that it is an illusion at all, and it is a big mistake. It is more than 300 acres in size!

At a glance, in addition to the green bamboo or green bamboo, the spiritual air in the bamboo forest is overflowing, and the cool bamboo wind is diffused everywhere.

The two-storey attic in the bamboo forest, which was originally close in front of you, is located on the top of the mountain surrounded by white clouds, although the area is not large, Yan Hao feels that it is not less than dozens of acres of square circle, the eaves are ridged, and there is a magnificent and solemn momentum in the exquisite, but it makes people feel the slightest bit of high and high.

What Yan Hao touched was only the humility and generosity that it naturally revealed invisibly.

Yan Hao walked on the bamboo forest path, turned left and right, up and down, walked quickly for about half a tea, and finally reached the top of the mountain surrounded by green bamboo, standing in front of the tall and steep two-story attic.

Looking up, you will see a plaque between the first floor and the second floor above the attic, the three words "Liuyun Pavilion" are written on it, the iron painting silver hook, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, a kind of elegant, domineering, humble, magnificent and other styles are so contradictory and so harmoniously integrated, which makes people feel a particularly intriguing artistic conception.

A twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy suddenly appeared outside the side door of Liuyun Pavilion, beckoned to Yan Hao, and said solemnly and gently: "Please come in, the thirteenth young master, the head of the family is waiting in the study." ”

Looking up, Yan Hao saw that the boy was half a head taller than himself, wearing a loose cyan cloth robe, wearing a cyan square hat, and the middle of the hat was inlaid with a piece of warm jasper the size of a pigeon's egg.

He was standing quietly on the blue stone by the side of the door, like a sword that was sharp but not exposed, thin and vigorous.

"Thank you, little brother." Yan Hao bowed slightly, and said in a crisp and tender voice, "Dare to ask the little brother's name and surname?" ”

"Hehe, the thirteenth young master is polite. I, who is guarding this bamboo garden, was originally a loyal servant of the ancestor Yanshanhong, but now I am temporarily giving Ling Zun Yanqing a cameo appearance as an errand boy, they call me Fengzhu, you can also call it that. ”

"Wind bamboo? Jun should be like a bamboo, not broken in the wind, a good name. By the way, Fengzhu, lead the way, it's the first time I've come to see my father. ”

Of course, Yan Hao knew that the Fengzhu in front of him was by no means as weak as his age, although he looked like an ordinary person with a polite and polite appearance, and he couldn't even feel the slightest soul fluctuation, just like facing a pool of calm lake, but Yan Hao could use the talent of the Silver Wolf Clan to vaguely capture his hidden sharp aura.

His realm definitely surpassed the early stage of the Great Soul Martial Master, and it was even possible to reach the later stage of the Great Soul Martial Master.

However, Yan Hao put on an unaware appearance, and naturally communicated with him among his peers.

Feng Zhu stepped into the side door of Liuyun Pavilion, and while leading the way in front, he looked back at the mini silver wolf sitting on Yan Hao's shoulder from time to time, and asked with a little surprise: "Dad?" It's a new name. However, the old slave is a little strange, this silver wolf is only a third-level soul beast, how can its strength reach the great consummation of the late stage of the soul martial artist, and still be able to transform into a human form? Thirteenth Young Master, do you think this is the cultivation potential inherent in the Silver Wolf Clan, or is it only after the catalysis of some secret method medicine that it has been able to achieve such a strong cultivation in a short period of time? ”

Yan Hao smiled and said noncommittally: "The ancestor Yan Shanhong gave it to me, maybe only he knows best." ”

The silver wolf immediately sent a soul fluctuation to Yan Hao: Cut, you can arrange it, brother, anyway, it is not worth deceiving the dead, hehe!

Fengzhu naturally didn't know that there were so many stories in it, and he didn't ask about it at the moment, and led the way with his heart in front of him.

After about ten breaths, Fengzhu stopped, and pointed to the corner ten steps away with his right hand, and a clear voice came into Yan Hao's ears: "Thirteenth Young Master, Ling Zun is waiting in the study at the corner, and Fengzhu will not be sent." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and drifted away.

Sniffing his nose, Yan Hao felt a little surprised, and said in his heart, how can this wind bamboo exude a cold and dashing aura like a green bamboo? Yes, he is the caretaker of the bamboo garden, and he is a friend of bamboo all day long, and the wind is a neighbor, so he is naturally safe and comfortable, and has the abundance of bamboo and the breath of bamboo.

Holding down the emotions that suddenly surged in his heart again, and trying his best to calm down the complex emotions that surged in his heart, Yan Hao took a step forward and walked straight to the corner.

As soon as the corner passed, a blue jade door appeared in front of him, and he just raised his right hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door slowly retreated to both sides in a creaking sound, revealing a passage that only allowed one person to pass, and almost at the same time, the voice that had appeared not long ago sounded in his ears: "Hao'er, come in, just go straight to the road." ”

It's so complicated, where is this going into the study, it's obviously going to prison to visit relatives!

Yan Hao thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say this in his mouth, but his tone was not nervous and restrained at all: "Alas, Dad, it's really hard to see you, it's beating and killing, and I almost lost my life, I really don't know if being your old son is happy or sad, alas, my son's life is bitter or sweet!" ”

"How old are you, just sigh like this," Yan Qing's voice was calm, not showing even a trace of dissatisfaction and boredom at all, "Little bastard, come in quickly, in order to see you, your father and I Yan Qing almost gave away my whole life, and now there is only one breath left!" ”

Yes, Yan Qing is also like Xiao Jiumei, who was assimilated by his fake baby son Yan Hao for a short time, and he claimed to be his father.

"Isn't it, Dad?!" Yan Hao teased, "You shouldn't be so unbeaten, right?" ”

However, a wave of surprise and suspicion arose for no reason, and a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow erupted at a speed that terrified him.

"This cheap dad, maybe maybe ......"

"Oh my God, this and this, this can't really be just one breath, right?"