Qianxi stood in a daze under the few lanterns that had just been hung up in the Liangyuan Inn, looking at Bai Jinyu, Feng Chen, Xie Yao, and Yan Luo, the figures of the four people and four horses disappeared into the gradually misty twilight.

Seven years of longing, seven years of suspense.

At this moment, it seems to be over, and it seems to start again.

I don't know how long I stood there, but suddenly there was a galloping sound of horses' hooves in the market, and as soon as Qianxi turned around, a dark horse galloped in front of him and looked up and neighed, and a black figure jumped off the horse with a sword and grabbed him.

"Where's Bai Jinyu?!"

This set of actions was too impactful and fast, Qianxi first only saw Cuizhu's Cloud Harvesting Sword clearly, and then he found that the person who was clinging to him was Wen Yan!

He was stunned, and Wen Yan shook him again: "What about Bai Jinyu?" ”

Qianxi woke up, overjoyed and hurriedly pointed to the west, and said in a trembling voice: "Go, go to the city gate!" ”

In the next moment, Wen Yan had turned over and waved the reins away!

Hearing the banquet without breathing, he pumped the horse fast, and finally saw the west gate of Luzhou City after a cup of tea. By this time the twilight had ended, and in the darkness of the distance, the guards of several gates were working together to close the heavy brown gate.

"Open the door!" Wen Yan ran off his horse and shouted angrily at the guards.

The seven or eight guards saw that the comers were not good, and at the same time held the tassel guns in their hands, and the defense formed a line.

Wen Yanhu looked at the people in front of him, and with a "boring" sound, he pulled out the Cloud Harvesting Sword from the pure black scabbard, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at one of the guards: "Did there be three men and one woman riding out of the city just now?" ”

Wen Yan was dressed in domineering black, his face was cold and cold, and he was wrapped in terrifying majesty up and down, which shocked the guards at once. Some of the guards in the platoon were timid, and when they saw his formation, they involuntarily began to nod.

"Open the door!" Wen Yan said coldly.

Several guards confronted him for a moment, and the guard who was the leader was still a little bold, and said to Wen Yan: "The city gate is closed at sunset, and there is no reason to open it again, if you want to go out, please come back tomorrow morning, don't embarrass me!" ”

Wen Yan raised the cold light hunting clouds and stepped forward step by step: "You can't open it?" ”

Those guards were also martial arts practitioners, but they couldn't help but tremble a little in front of Wen Yan's face that Mount Tai was about to collapse.

One said: "You are bold! Breaking into the city gate is a capital crime! ”

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to start fighting.

"Is it long smelling the mountain?"

A voice came out from behind.

Wen Yan stopped his figure and turned to look, and the person who came was actually the governor of Luzhou City.

When Fu Yin saw that it was really a banquet, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "It's really a long time to hear the mountain, it's a blessing to meet after not seeing you for a long time!" ”

Wen Yan looked at Fu Yin indifferently and stepped forward, until he saw Fu Yin staring at the Shuyun Sword in some surprise, then he turned his wrist and put the sword blade upside down behind him, and asked, "Why is Lord Fu Yin here?" ”

Fu Yin immediately put away a stunned look, and replied: "Recently, this government is serious discipline, and every day at sunset, the garrison of each city gate will be randomly checked, do you know, a while ago, someone in Hejian Mansion broke into the city gate at night and succeeded, then Hejian Mansion Yin was dismissed, and the family in this mansion is waiting to be fed, so I should take it as a warning and be careful to supervise." ”

Fu Yin said with a smiling face, his eyes kept glancing at the Cloud Harvesting Sword in Wen Yan's hand.

Fu Yin knocked on the side, how could he not know when he heard the banquet, he took a deep look at the tightly closed city gate, and was silent.

"Wen Shan Chang," Nafu Yin said again: "In the past few days, there have been many disciples in Cuizhu who have fought against the Jingzhou Meng clan and the Lushan Song clan in the city, and this mansion is also fortunate to be able to have a glimpse of the demeanor of the three famous people." In comparison, Cuizhu's protégé abides by the door rules and restricts his words and deeds, which is really higher than that Jingzhou Meng and Lushan Song clan! ”

When this Fu Yin said this, the meaning is self-evident, he praised the virtue of Cuizhu's protégé in his mouth, and he heard that the banquet hall was a Cuizhu mountain chief, how could he cross the distance?

"Lord Fu Yin has won the prize." Wen Yan politely put Shuyun into the scabbard. Nafu Yin immediately straightened up with relief.

Half an hour later, Wen Yan led the horse back to Changfeng Tower, and saw Qianxi sitting on the threshold from a distance.

Qianxi looked at Wen Yan, who came back alone, and it was clear at a glance, the two of them sat and stood quietly at each other for a long time across the curbs of the steps.

After being silent for a while, Qianxi smiled slightly, stood up and said to Wen Yan: "I've been so sleepy recently, I'll go to sleep first." After saying that, he picked up his feet and ran upstairs.

When he lay on the bed, Qianxi really felt so tired and tired, and he was not sure in a trance, did Senior Sister Bai really come back?

In these hurried days, I have experienced joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, which is really incredible, and now there is nothing left, it is really like a big dream.

Thinking about it, he became more and more trance-like, and his thoughts fluttered and seemed to return to the days when he had just entered Cuizhu.

At that time, he had just been admitted to Cuizhu, and according to the lot, he was assigned to the second of the five veins of Cuizhu. Because of his young age and arrogance, he often provokes fellow brothers who are not too friendly.

I still remember that day, it was a windy day, and the weather was not very good, but it was a good day. Because that day was known as the fourth treasure of Cuizhu, one of the "Three Masters of the River", Wenyan gave a public lecture to the disciples of the various veins.

The theme of that lesson was to test the "Treatise on Tea" that was preached by another master last time, because the master had something to do at home, so he temporarily invited Wen Yan to save the scene.

The news that the banquet was going to be taught had spread in Cuizhu as early as a day earlier, and all the disciples were all solemn, not only carefully and conscientiously summarizing the content of the last class, but also consulting the materials and making a lot of supplements.

Everyone hopes to show their faces in front of this "Three Heroes of the River", and if they can get another word of praise from him, they can simply run rampant in Cuizhu for three days.

Qianxi, like everyone else, also stayed up the night before and read hard, preparing several pages of tea treatises. Since he had just entered Cuizhu, his enthusiasm was much higher than that of ordinary people, so he went to the study hall built by the water the next day, ready to grab a good position.

But that day was unlucky, not only the weather was stormy, but he also suddenly had a stomach upset when he was about to arrive at the study, and in a hurry, he had to entrust the manuscript to a senior brother of the second pulse and let him take it to the study hall first.

When he rushed to the study hall when his stomach was comfortable, he took out his agarwood name and was about to hang it on the sign-in board at the door, when several senior sisters and brothers with their hair blown by the wind like basil stepped in with laughter.

They teased each other a little bit of grooming, and one after another took out their names and hung them on the sign-in board, only one of the senior sisters in Tsing Yi couldn't get their names, so they buried their heads up and down and searched wildly.

"Bai Jinyu, you won't lose your name again!" There was a woman in white silk in the crowd who almost said angrily, this woman was Wen Ling.

Compared with Wen Ling's anger, Bai Jinyu seemed very calm. She searched for a while but didn't find it, so she simply didn't care, and hugged Wen Ling to sit down, comforting as she walked: "It's okay, don't be nervous, you won't lose it anyway, whoever of them picks it up will definitely hand it over to Wen Yan!" ”

Qianxi glanced at the sign-in board, there were five pieces on this sign-in board, one for each vein, and the names of the disciples of each family were written on it. Whoever comes to class will put his name under his name, so that when the master comes, he will see who is not there, and he will immediately know who is skipping class.

When Qianxi came, it was already late, and the five boards in front of him were almost full. So he quickly found the three words "Bai Jinyu" on the sign-in board of Yimai, which was the name of the senior sister in green.

Qianxi was watching, and suddenly a young man dressed in white silk walked from behind him, he didn't say a word, nor did he talk to others, and raised his hand to hang a piece of agarwood under the name of Bai Jinyu.