Lu Zi'an said: "I see that the son is unforgettable, has an amazing memory, is proficient in calligraphy and painting, and is also good at swords, but he is not good at killing, he is polite and courteous, and his bearing is extraordinary, so he must be after everyone." The traces of Linghua on his body are so obvious, it must have something to do with it, but it is not clear whether this person is an enemy or a friend, and he needs to be careful to beware. ”

Lu Ziyu said: "Got it, brother." ”

Wen Xuan knocked on the door at this time, "Brother Zi'an, are you sleeping?"

Lu Zi'an hurriedly motioned to Lu Ziyu to put away the excerpt, and responded, "No, come in." ”

Wen Xuan staggered into the house, obviously drinking. Drunken and confused, he came to the table and gave a salute: "Brother Zi'an, Brother Ziyu are fine." The two brothers stood up and returned the salute and invited Wen Xuan to sit down together.

Wen Xuan said: "I'm here to bid farewell to my brother, and Brother Ziyu is also here, so let's resign together." ”

Lu Zi'an asked, "What's the matter?"

Wen Xuan took a breath, "Well, my father's death is going back to worship."

There was silence in the room. Wen Xuan's father and uncle were assassinated by the Meng clan at the foot of Mount Hua, so that the major families made up their minds to jointly eradicate the Meng clan, and when it comes to the deceased, it is inevitable to mourn.

"Ah Xuan, nothing more than sadness. ”

Wen Xuan smiled, "It's long gone, the revenge has been avenged, life still has to look forward, Wenshan still needs someone to handle it." ”

"One more thing. ”

"Ah Xuan, please speak. ”

"It's the son. ”

"Are you going to take him back to Wenshan?"

Wen Xuan shook his head, "I brought him back, I wanted to find the answer from the two brothers, but I still found nothing, I see him lingering in the library every day, guessing that he likes it very much, let him stay here, when I finish dealing with Wenshan's affairs, I will accompany the two brothers, and then solve the puzzle of the son." "It's just ......"

"Ah Xuan, but it doesn't hurt to say. ”

"It's just that the imprint of Linghua on his body is obvious, I'm afraid it will be coveted, will it bring trouble to the two of you......?

"Don't worry, I, Lu, can keep him safe. In addition, we are also curious about where the spiritual brilliance on his body comes from. ”

Wen Xuan was silent for a while, and got up to say goodbye.

Out of the room, Wen Xuan bypassed a bamboo forest, came from the guest room, knocked on the door, and asked, "Childe, have you slept?"

The lights in the room were flickering, and someone was reflected on the door.

As soon as the door opened, the young man wore his hair loose and his close-fitting middle coat, and his eyebrows were sparse, and there was a homely cordiality.

Wen Xuan hurriedly looked away and gave a salute. The young man returned the salute, asked with his eyes, and Wen Xuan said: "Childe, I have something to go back to Wenshan, more in March, less in January, and I will come back when the matter is over." ”

The young man let him into the house and sat down, Wen Xuan said as he walked, after sitting down, he still didn't dare to raise his eyes and look directly at the young man, "I see that you like this library very much, you can stay here, when do you want to go back to Wenshan, trust me a little, I will send someone to pick you up." ”

The corner of the young man's eyes trembled, "Back to Wenshan", these words really made his heart move, he was a rootless person, he didn't know where he was born, where he died, who his surname was, but he had a family, but Wen Xuan said this, as if he was a Wenshan person, so that he also had a place to come.

This Wen Xuan, how domineering and ferocious he was when he was arrested, but at this moment he showed such a pure heart, he is really a person who is both good and evil, multifaceted, complex and contradictory,

The boy nodded. Turn around and write "Please take care of the baby" on the bookcase.

Wen Xuan also followed him to the bookcase, and when he saw his words, he couldn't help but smile at the young man, and said, "In a short period of time, you actually wrote the regular script so well." He smiled and looked at the boy.

At this time, the young man's loose hair half covered his eyebrows and eyes, the tips of his hair reached his waist, and his slender and white knuckles were still holding the ink jade pen.

Blown by the cool breeze outside, the flush on his face dissipated a little, and he said to himself, "This wine is too strong."

The boy went to the library every day, and the people around him often teased him as a "nerd". In the past few days, although I have not found any books related to Linghua, I have seen a few books derived from the Fuxi Bagua I Ching, and there are few

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