Of course, the matter is not over yet, Yan Yuehai and his party really said goodbye to the martial arts conference, non-stop, rushed south overnight, and soon returned to the Shuangyan Dart Bureau. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info dusty and dusty, returning from a long trip, simply and quickly turned over and dismounted, Mr. Yan stood at the door of the dart bureau, and he had not forgotten this thing, he immediately spoke and advised: "This Yangzhou trip, the matter of Wulipo outside the peach blossom forest, no one is allowed to mention it again." The disciples nodded in response, and then entered the house.

In addition, he also began to prohibit Yan Shuangshuang from going north, openly and secretly, to prevent her from meeting with Yan Xueya, his own uncle, and he didn't know what his intentions were.

But the girl has grown up, she always has her own ideas, and over the years, she has followed her sister out to go out for darts, and she has seen the market, and her heart is full of spirits, so she wants to see more and more Tiannan and Haibei, but she is far from the north, and she is never allowed to go, which of course makes Yan Shuangshuang very unhappy.

Because of this incident, she has had many disputes and quarrels with her father, Yan Shuangshuang is young and willful, with a somewhat stubborn temper, the more the family does not allow it, the more she is like a wild horse that has escaped, trying in vain to break free from the shackles of the family, running to the distant world, and even made a ridiculous thing about running away from home. It's just that before she went far, she accidentally heard a major event that everyone discussed, and these stories she had never heard stopped her from moving forward, and she couldn't move a single bit.

"I heard that since he was defeated by the young Mo Yin Gongzi at the martial arts conference, the arrogant Yan Xueya was so humiliated that he abandoned himself on the spot, and hanged himself on Wulipo outside Yangzhou City three days later!" In the small teahouse across the street from the dart bureau, the good deeds took a sip of tea and began to talk about the rights and wrongs of the rivers and lakes without hesitation.

"This person has been dead for so long, why is he still talking about it?" The other asked, puzzled, as if he was very surprised by this.

The tea drinker waved his hand, showing some disdain and impatience in his eyes, but he still raised his voice and immediately explained: "It's not that evil person in the Divine Sect, Mu Heng, the leader of the Divine Cult known as the white-haired Yama, who is making a big fuss about his death every day, which makes this matter boil, and I don't know what medicine he took wrong!" ”

"Yes, yes, it's the Dongsheng Divine Sect, it's evil! People claim to be the descendants of the Lingcha, the reincarnation of the moon god, the cowhide blows through the sky, what is the main altar outside the East China Sea, and say that the evil sword of Yujing Villa is a sacred object in their religion, you say ridiculous? As soon as Yan Xueya died, Mu Heng jumped up and down, what do you say that the surname Yan has to do with him? I don't know what I have in mind, jumping so high, as if his ancestor died. ”

"That's right." Another person in the audience chimed in, "Didn't they say that the Divine Sect was a demon sect, how could it be related to Yan Xueya, I'm afraid that the so-called East China Sea General Altar, the Patriarch and the Pope, also picked up the wild history booklet in the neighborhood at random and recognized it with a random finger." After finishing speaking, everyone laughed in unison, as if they thought this matter was very funny, "Otherwise, how could my own artifact run into the hands of the Bai family?" ”

"Hey, it is said that the evil sword, the origin is really not simple, Yujing Villa has many talents, countless masters, and no one can control this sword, it can only be hidden in the secret room of the village, and no one has used it after being covered with several layers of dust!"

"I've heard that the sword that is regarded as the most precious sword by Yujing Villa is a magic sword that can suck people's blood and devour people's hearts! Maybe it really has something to do with the leader of the Demon Sect, and the members of the Dongsheng Divine Sect may not be all gibberish......

The more he spoke, the more he didn't know it, and before he could finish listening, Yan Shuangshuang forgot about running away from home, and hurriedly ran home to ask his mother who was holding the insoles in the house for verification. The conversation that day was very simple and clear, she rushed into the door, and before she could change her clothes and take off her long sword, she asked, "I heard that I have an uncle named Yan Xueya?" ”

This is really a very rude act, not even a shh ”

Although he was in a hurry and forgot the etiquette, Yan Shuangshuang also realized the inappropriateness in his words and deeds, and originally planned to ease his tone, but before he spoke, he immediately saw the unnaturalness on his mother's face, so he gritted his teeth, planning to ask his mother for guilt later, she said categorically: "You just tell me, don't you?" ”

This non-negotiable makes Zeng Wan, as a mother, very embarrassed, Zeng has a special background, his personality has been very soft and docile since he was a child, he speaks softly, and he is never aggressive, but the daughter she gave birth to is completely different, and the momentum when talking to others is several times stronger than this mother.

Right now, her daughter wants her to explain the past they deliberately hidden, what the hell is she...... How to respond?

Zeng hesitated, his expression drifted, and finally replied, "Yes." Since she is her daughter's own uncle, she really shouldn't hide the existence of this person, so she finally plans to give her daughter a slight explanation and compensation.

"So......" Yan Shuangshuang clenched his palms, remembering the rumors he had just heard, "Is he already dead?" ”

“…… Be. This time, the mother's voice was much less hesitant, and it was clear that she didn't intend to hide it from her anymore.

"That'...... Why didn't my father and mother tell me, and why did she seem to be indifferent? Yan Shuangshuang raised his voice, his round eyes widened, and asked in an unbelievable tone, "That's my only uncle, my father's only brother, why has no one mentioned it in the family?" And I didn't know anything about it since I was a child? Grandpa, if his old man is knowledgeable under the spring......"

Zeng Wanqing never expected that one day her daughter would be so serious and ask everything about this uncle so directly. She closed her eyes, and for a moment a flood of emotions welled up in her heart, not knowing how to explain the entanglement.

"Mother, you say!" Yan Shuang's eyes were full of incomprehension and doubt, and even a little grievance and anger.

Zeng Shi lost his mind in a daze, remembering his rather unusual background and later tragic encounters, and the bumpy love road, he couldn't help but secretly wipe a few tears. Finally, she raised her lowered head, held her daughter's hand and whispered: "Shuangshuang, my father and mother have my father's troubles, you listen to your mother's words, don't mention this matter in front of your father, can you remember?" ”

“…… Why? Yan Shuangshuang didn't understand, didn't understand, and couldn't understand.

Zeng shook his head and stared into her eyes, which were full of helplessness, sadness, and plea, "You promise your mother, okay?" ”

“…… Daughter...... The daughter remembered. Although Yan Shuangshuang is strong and stubborn, he will never persecute his mother, and when he saw that his mother was in tears, he had to nod and no longer ask.

A good change is that it didn't take long for Yan Shuangshuang to gradually become free of his father's restrictions, he had no scruples in the world, and experienced a lot of dangers, but he was almost never seriously injured, and even bled very little, the senior sister and parents said, "Shuangshuang is the lucky star of our Yan family, as long as she is there, ensure that the road is smooth, and nothing can happen." ”

"Yan Shuangshuang, the baby daughter of the head of the Shuangyan Dart Bureau, is in her prime, pretty and lively, and is a lovely little beauty." This is a beautiful talk that many people in the rivers and lakes have heard, and even Bai Jingfeng has mentioned it when he talked with his friends.

But at this moment, the corners of this Peugeot girl's mouth continued to spill blood, because when she fell into Fan Yuqing's arms, her head leaned back weakly, and the blood slid down her cheeks to the surroundings of her ears, and dripped on Fan Yuqing's clean sleeves, like blooming blood plums, which was shocking at a glance.

Du Xiaoshan, who was standing on the side, saw this scene, she couldn't help but weaken her knees, and landed on one knee, her face instantly turned pale, she clenched her teeth, and finally suddenly raised her head and shouted at Hua Yue: "You killed her!" How dare you kill her! She unconsciously clenched the hilt of her sword, her murderous aura gathered all over her body, her beautiful face gradually revealing distorted pain, and her quiet eyes gradually turned red and bloody.

Du Xiaoshan, who had already witnessed the death of several brothers and sisters in front of her, didn't want to add any more.

No one knew that since Wuzhou Qingshan came back alone, how the strong and turbulent guilt swept through her whole body, and she couldn't sleep for her dead brothers with inexplicable guilt, and she knew that even if this guilt was spoken, the dead could never be resurrected.

She is the only survivor of the blood-colored banana forest in Gyeongsan, which is an indisputable fact that cannot be justified and does not need to be justified. On the other hand, how deep this guilt and remorse is, how much she hates the cold-blooded and ruthless woman in front of her.

Kill her...... Kill her...... For the sake of the dead brothers...... For the sake of both ......

"Brush-" This time, the sword was decisively drawn, and no one stopped it.