Suddenly, Yan Jin put his hand into his arms, and then took out a folding fan from there, he hurriedly opened the folding fan, held it up in front of his eyes, he glanced at the fan, and then looked at the bamboo forest not far away, back and forth a few times, slowly the bamboo forest in the painting on the fan surface and the bamboo forest in front of him overlapped incredibly, but the ink painting lacked the faint gold dyed by the sunset for the bamboo forest, maybe this is also the original appearance of this bamboo forest on weekdays.

And at this time, what Yan Jin has in his hand is the folding fan he has been using to defend himself - be careful.

Yan Jin looked at the ink painting on the fan, as if she had discovered a new world, patted the person next to her, and said in surprise, "Ming Haoqi, Ming Haoqi, look at it, look at it!" I'll just say that I've seen it before, and the bamboo forest on this fan is exactly the same as the bamboo forest you have here, and I think this is the same bamboo forest at all! ”

In fact, as early as when Guo Chengming Haoqi first got this folding fan, he had already discovered it, and Ye Xingchen had also mentioned it at that time, but at that time, Yan Jin was confused.

Ming Haoqi stared at the painting on the fan in front of him, the bamboo forest in the back mountain has not changed for hundreds of years, so he is almost certain that the bamboo forest on this painting is the one in front of them at this moment, and not only that, but the most important point is that this painting should still be from him.

The reason why Ming Haoqi said that it should be from his hand, not definitely from him, is because in Ming Haoqi's memory, he has never painted such a painting, not to mention that since Mo Han's death, this window has never been opened, and today Yan Jin was opened, which is the first time in more than 300 years. But this painting is indeed painted by him, when Ming Haoqi was in Guo Cheng, Yan Jin took the fan back, and when he looked at it again, he easily found an extremely small word next to a bamboo tree in the far right of the fan, although it was very inconspicuous, but he recognized it at a glance It was a "Heng" word.

Ming Haoqi has a habit of painting, he always likes to paint his own calligraphy in the painting, as a part of the painting, unless he points it out, it is generally difficult to be discovered.

Although there are thousands of thoughts in his heart, he is afraid that Yan Jin will have unnecessary troubles, and Ming Haoqi does not show too much on his face, besides, since this fan is painted by him, then this fan will definitely not hurt Yan Jin, and Yan Jin seems to be very precious This fan, thinking about this, Ming Haoqi said, "Maybe someone once painted it after seeing this bamboo forest in Budu, and then it was made into a fan by someone with a heart, and it happened to be in your hands again, you don't have to care too much." ”

Hearing Ming Haoqi's words, Yan Jin couldn't help but think of that Taoist priest, this folding fan was given to Su Zimu by a Taoist priest back then, could it be said that the Taoist priest had something to do with Yunzhong. But these don't seem to matter anymore, because now Yan Jin can't even remember what that Taoist priest looks like, and besides, he is not Su Zimu after all, how should he open his mouth to ask, and in what capacity should he ask. And just after seeing Ming Haoqi's reaction, it didn't seem like he knew the origin of the folding fan, so Yan Jin gave up and continued to ask, just stood side by side with Ming Haoqi in front of the window, quietly admiring the golden bamboo forest at the last moment today.

At this time, Ming Haoqi seemed to have the same idea as Yan Jin, for a while, the two of them stopped talking, under the golden sunset, time seemed to suddenly return to the countless evenings more than three hundred years ago, and there were often two figures in front of the window at that time, one of the figures reflected the golden light of the bamboo forest in front of him with a smile in his eyes, while the other figure always had the innocent smiling face of the person in front of him in his eyes.

It was the most enjoyable moment of the day when he didn't spend it.

This is the only moment when he is unwilling to suppress and wants to let go of his true feelings.

Suddenly, Yan Jin heard the person next to him speak, "Xiao Yun, why didn't you tell me about this?" ”

Yan Jin's whole mind was still on the bamboo forest, and for a while, she couldn't answer the question that Ming Hao suddenly spoke, and after thinking for a long time, she suddenly thought that Ming Haoqi might be asking about what he didn't tell him if he was injured today, so he hurriedly explained, "I didn't want to hide this from you, it's not too late, I just said that I was looking for you, but I ran into Ayin first, and then I ......."

Before Yan Jin could finish speaking, he only heard Ming Haoqi say again, "I'm not talking about this matter." ”

"It's not this, it's what? I told Tian Xin everything in the afternoon, and I don't have anything to hide from him for the rest! Yan Jin searched in her mind for a long time, but she really couldn't think of anything else, so she simply didn't want to, a pair of bright eyes stared at Ming Haoqi without blinking, and her face was full of innocence and ...... Bummer.

Ming Haoqi looked at Yan Jin's appearance, and sighed helplessly in her heart, it is estimated that it is impossible to let Yan Jin say it herself, the bamboo forest outside the window, the afterglow of the sunset has gradually faded, and the original lush verdant under the golden light is also very exciting at this time.

Ming Haoqi retracted her gaze, looked at Yan Jin gently, and said softly, "Xiaoyun, why didn't you tell me about the beating in the teahouse?" ”

Yan Jin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, very strange and very familiar, in short, this feeling was very good, he liked it very much, because this wonderful feeling even brought the smile on his face more and more bright.

Yan Jin leaned on the window frame behind him and looked at Ming Haoqi with a smile, and said, "This matter, don't you say that I forgot about it, Chen Tao beat me with a teacup in the teahouse earlier, but he was intercepted halfway by Ah Nian at that time, but it was him, his own cultivation was not good, but his forehead was broken by the teacup thrown back by Ah Nian, you also saw it." However, it is useless to say anything now, everyone else is dead anyway. ”

After Yan Jin finished speaking, Ming Haoqi did not speak again, and this time there was a long silence between the two.

Outside the window, the night fell, and a crooked crescent moon had been suspended in the air at some point, Yan Jin only heard Ming Haoqi sigh lightly, and after a while, he whispered in a very light voice, "Xiaoyun, promise me, don't hide anything from me in the future, okay?" His voice was very small, so small that although Yan Jin was standing side by side with him, he was just right to hear what he was saying, and for some reason, Yan Jin heard a thick sadness and begging between the lines of his words.

Although Yan Jin was very close to Ming Haoqi, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but despite this, Yan Jin still agreed with a ghostly gesture, "Okay." ”

On the third day of the Yunzhong Apprenticeship Conference, Liu Yihao successfully passed the test of master-apprenticeship, and even more fortunately, the master who became attached to him turned out to be Luo Xiang, so that Liu Yihao directly became disciples of the same generation as Ye Xingchen, Xu Jinnian and others as soon as he entered the clouds.

Zhong Yang had just finished announcing the list of new disciples in Yunzhong this year, when suddenly a poignant voice came out from the crowd under Xuanxiao Dan, "I was wrong, I don't want to die, I ......" Before he finished speaking, he saw that the man suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand, and a sword pierced his heart, the sharp blade instantly submerged into his chest, and the next second the tip of the sword penetrated through the body and penetrated out from the back, and in a blink of an eye, the man had fallen to the ground, motionless, and could no longer make a sound from his mouth.

The whole thing happened too quickly and suddenly, and many people didn't figure out what was going on, even Ming Haoqi and Zhong Yang, who were the first to react, could only watch him fall when they were a few steps away from the man, and they didn't have time to do anything.

Zhong Yang hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to probe the man's snort, then turned to Ming Haoqi and shook his head, "The man is dead." ”

All of a sudden, the crowd seemed to explode, and there was a lot of discussion.

Ming Haoqi also has a little impression of this person, he saw this person in the inn yesterday morning, and there is a bruise on the back of one of his hands that Ming Haoqi beat with a teacup, thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance in the direction where Yan Jin was, and saw that Yan Jin happened to be looking over here at this time, but he was not looking at Ming Haoqi.

At this time, I saw Yan Jin's brows furrowed tightly, and his mouth pursed into a straight line, and it seemed that he also recognized this person.

Taking advantage of the commotion, Yan Jin stepped forward and took a closer look at the person lying on the ground, and suddenly found that he actually knew this person again. The man who died was none other than the man who stabbed him in the shoulder in the street yesterday. Yan Jin subconsciously touched his right shoulder, although there was no injury there now, but remembering the vicious appearance of the man when he stabbed Tian Xin with a sword, he still had palpitations.

Ming Haoqi looked behind Yan Jin again, and the person named Tian Xin was also there, but at this time, she looked at this side with a cold face, realizing that Ming Haoqi was looking at her, and she didn't want to restrain the ruthlessness in her eyes at all.

Zhong Yang glanced at the noisy crowd around him, and said, "It's really unfortunate that such a thing happened at my cloud collection meeting today, I believe everyone has seen the actions of this son, it was actually suicide and death, although the things behind it are not very clear, but please be cautious, and return the deceased a clean to show respect." ”

Then Zhong Yang called someone to carry the body away, briefly explained a few words to Ye Xingchen, and left in a hurry.

"Ah Heng, do you see something?" As soon as he entered the door, Zhong Yang asked.

Ming Haoqi wasn't sure what he was thinking now, so he could only shake his head and say, "I don't know, the person who committed suicide just now was in front of our eyes, and there is no sign of evil possession or manipulation behind the scenes, if it weren't for what he said before committing suicide, it really looks like he simply wanted to commit suicide." ”

Zhong Yang was almost sure that the person was not committing suicide, and the words he said on the Xuanxiao Dantai just now were just a pretext to block the mouths of the people, and there would definitely be people who didn't believe it, and the reason why he left in a hurry was to avoid anyone from asking again, thinking about when Zhong Yang was so embarrassed like today!

Zhong Yang said, "Now it seems that Chen Tao is very likely to die like this, and now we don't even know whether the murderer is a human or a ghost, and two people have already died, so it can be seen that this murderer must not be simple." But the only thing that is certain now is that he is coming for us in the clouds. ”

Ming Haoqi didn't speak, if it was really it, no wonder he didn't find it for so long, it turned out that it was not lost, but came here.