Those ghosts were shocked when they heard this, and they looked at Mr. Lu Wen with a little puzzled eyes.

Lu Wen's face was stern: "Although the weak eat the strong in the Dizi Pavilion, it is about the cruel way of mortal survival, and the truth that people's lives are precious and the price of cultivation is higher, but as fellow disciples, you are so vicious, do you want me to personally take action to rectify you?"

Although, the division commander doesn't ask about everything in the Dizi Pavilion, which is the unspoken rule of the Dizi Pavilion.

But in any case, these "ghosts" did not dare to go against the division commander.

A slightly complicated look flashed in his eyes, and then he reluctantly retreated into the thick darkness around him and disappeared.

After all the "ghosts" are gone.

Lu Wen led the white horse to Han Xing, looked at the spear covered with silver smooth on the ground, and smiled slightly: "It turned out to be a boy from the Han family, your father and I are friends, I heard that you are following Ji Yu in the Dizi Pavilion, and I am about to look for that little baby, so it is fate." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly, his heart moved slightly, and a breeze transformed by spiritual energy lifted Han Xing and gently placed him on the back of the white horse.

The breeze cleared, and Mr. Luwyn led the white horse.

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......

At night, the business of the Lingren Pavilion is booming, singing and dancing, and the business of the Purple Mansion is equally divided.

Lingyue, who was dressed in red, leaned against Yan Shan on the top floor with a sword, looking at the scene of drunken gold fans in the building, her expression was indifferent and unmoved.

Until, a man in white entered the Lingren Pavilion.

It wasn't the man's temperament or his appearance, but because he was carrying a man on his shoulder, a person she knew well.

Ling Yue's face sank slightly, and she strode downstairs according to the hilt of her sword.

A pretty face, full of thick frost.

After the man in white walked into the Lingren Pavilion, he was very calm, and stood there motionless with a person on his shoulder, as if waiting for something.

The fans and singers in the Lingren Pavilion looked at the man in white and were a little curious.

The red-clothed sword walked over and bowed slightly to the man in white: "Mr. Lu Wen, long time no see." ”

The man in white raised his hand, his eyes were full of appreciation: "Please, great progress, excellent performance, continue to work hard, and reach the top of the kendo, it's not a problem." ”

Lingyue nodded and straightened up.

At this time, the people in the Lingren Pavilion knew that it was the division commander in the Shangwu Pavilion.

But they were still confused.

Ling Yue looked at Han Xing, who didn't know life and death on Mr. Lu Wen's shoulder, and asked coldly, "Who did it?"

Mr. Luwen said: "The black hand under a group of masked men. ”

Ling Yue frowned and said, "I know, thank you Mr. for your help, give him to me, as for the thank you gift, when the son leaves the customs, he will serve it." ”

Mr. Lu Wen handed Han Xing to Ling Yue and asked in surprise, "Ji Yu is in retreat?"

Lingyue nodded.

In an instant, Mr. Lu Wen recalled the bits and pieces of Ji Yu in the Herringbone Pavilion, and he was a little dazed.

Ling Yue carried Han Xing on her back, and when she saw Mr. Lu Wen with such an expression, she asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with going up to find the son first?"

Mr. Luwin nodded frankly.

Lingyue said: "Childe doesn't know when he will be able to leave the retreat, if Mr. has time to wait, he can stay in the Lingren Pavilion for the time being." ”

Luwen thought for a moment and nodded.

Then, Ling Yue carried Han Xing on her back and prepared to go to her residence.

Where they live, very high.

Lingyue's body is very petite.

Although Han Xing is only a teenager, he still looks much taller and stronger than Ling Yue.

Such a girl, carrying such a teenager, looks very mismatched, a little weird, at least makes people look very pitiful.

Lu Wen felt a little embarrassed, so he stepped forward and asked, "Well, or I'll come?"

Ling Yue glanced at him and said lightly: "Thank you, no, the person that Gongzi handed over to me, I didn't take a good look at it, so I naturally have to be responsible for it to the end." ”

In the eyes of many people, Ling Yue's tone was a little rude, even full of a kind of alienation.

But Lu Wen knew that it wasn't, because Ling Yue practiced swordsmanship.

After staying in the Lingren Pavilion, Bai Yuan also heard the movement below, pushed the door and walked out, and couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw that it was Mr. Lu Wen, who had taught him in the Herringbone Pavilion.

Lu Wen followed Lingyue up the tall building with an embarrassed face and came to the special accommodation area of the Lingren Pavilion.

He saw Bai Yuan standing at the door, was slightly stunned, and realized a little, then walked over, patted Bai Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Since you have entered the Lingren Pavilion, you should work harder, the past has been done in a cloud, you should put it down." ”

The teacher speaks, and the disciple should be respected.

Bai Yuan immediately came back to his senses, bowed down and saluted Mr. Lu Wen, and said, "Thank you for the teacher's teaching!"

Mr. Lu Wen nodded and said, "Your grandfather has a lot of vision and has chosen a bright road for Baijia Villa. ”

His words have a deep meaning, and Bai Yuan seems to understand it.

Just when Bai Yuan was at a loss, Mr. Lu Wen had already followed Ling Yue to a clean and spacious room.

On the windowsill, there are several pots of cacti and a laurel tree, which are rich in emerald color and fragrant with laurel.

Ling Yue said: "This room is more intentional in our rooms, it was originally prepared for the son, but unfortunately he said that he didn't want to see the pot of laurel, so he left it idle." ”

"There's a lot of tea in there, so maybe there's something you like. ”

Mr. Lu Wen nodded, knocked on the table, and asked thoughtfully, "Your son-in-law, why did you suddenly retreat?"

"At first, I thought it was the same year's appointment. ”

Ling Yue thought for a while and said: "But now I don't think so, according to the character of the childe, it's not very similar, you have also been his husband in the Herringbone Pavilion for a year, isn't he always so unexpected and imaginative?"

When Lu Wen heard this, he stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Ji Yu Xiaoyou, very human!"

Lingyue was laughing and wanted to leave the room.

Sensing her depressed mood, Lu Wen restrained his smile and asked, "Are you going to take revenge?"

Ling Yue shook her head: "Han Xing is the person that Childe values, Childe will protect himself, and I am just guarding Childe." ”

Lu Wen listened to this sentence and looked at the back of Ling Yue leaving, thoughtfully.

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Han Xing was seriously injured by someone, and the news of his life and death finally spread in the city of Dizi Pavilion, causing a great sensation.

For a while, anyone who wants to throw an olive branch to the Lingren Pavilion, or wants to throw a big tree to enjoy the shade, everyone is in danger.

Dugu Jing has already taken drastic measures against Lingren Pavilion and Ji Yu.

And there has been no response from the Lingren Pavilion.

This is very weak in the eyes of the Western Chu people, and it is very cowardly in the eyes of Shangwu Pavilion.

For a while, the reputation of Lingren Pavilion and Ji Yu was instantly swept away.

What was once a one-year appointment became a complete joke.

And the most common object of ridicule and ridicule when people laugh and talk about it has suddenly become Ji Yu.

However, there was still no reaction from the Lingren Pavilion, and Ji Yu seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Under the use of people with hearts, the Lingren Pavilion was instigated, Ji Yu was afraid, Dugu Jing was worthy of being the first in the Dizi Pavilion, and the rumors that who could compete with others, under the control of people with hearts, swept the entire city within the city like waves.

For a while, Dugujing's limelight was pushed to the top again, and it seemed that as long as the Lingren Pavilion fell and Ji Yu died, all forces could be nominally surrendered and unified.

This situation lasted until the day Ji Yu came out of the customs.

Han Xing has been awake for a few days, but he can only drink some porridge, he is extremely weak, and it seems that his limbs are broken, and his spiritual source is completely destroyed, which is similar to Bai Yuan's situation at that time, and even a few points worse than Bai Yuan.

The red-clothed young man with almost perfect appearance stood in front of the bed with his hands in his hands, without any expression or emotion, and was a little eerily calm.

The light of day poured in, and the air in the room was inexplicably cold.