Yu Xiaohuan and his entourage temporarily boarded a westbound passenger boat, and before they reached the Three Gorges, they disembarked on the north bank, ready to buy horses in a nearby market, and rode to Changming Mountain.

The Changming faction is there.

But just as they were looking for a horse seller in the market, Luo Le's brother Lesheng suddenly stood in front of them.

Seeing Le Sheng standing in front of him with a smile, looking at himself, Luo Le's face flashed with a hint of joy at seeing his brother, and his heart became worried.

What's going on?

Yu Xiaohuan exchanged glances with Murong Nanzhi and the others, and wondered, who is this person, how does it feel like we know each other? It wasn't until they heard Luo Le's greeting the next second that they understood.

"Brother, why are you here?" Luo Le tried to stay calm and make himself act as happy as he had met before.

Hearing Luo Le's words, Yu Xiaohuan's heart trembled, this brocade-clothed man who seems to have an extraordinary temperament in Yushu is Luo Le's brother in Southwest Lejia! Eh, that is, the head of the killer organization!

Don't ask her why she is so sure, her IQ is not so high, it is purely due to the experience of watching too many TV series.

But when the head of the organization suddenly appears here, is he going to kill me, or is he going to kill me? Yu Xiaohuan was the only thought left in her heart.

"Take care of some buying and selling." Lesheng replied.

"Brother, are you done?" Luo Le looked well-behaved and sensible, "Why don't you go and get busy with you first, I still have something to do with my friends, so I won't delay my brother." ”

"Why, don't you want to see your brother?" Le Sheng actually smiled, revealing the gentle gaze of the sensible brother looking at the naughty brother, but he saw that Luo Le's brother felt furious in his heart, and he almost wanted to turn around and run away.

Just thinking about it, of course.

"How is that possible?" Luo Le said with a smile on his face, but he wanted to cry in his heart. "My brother has always been the busiest, how dare I delay you?"

"Looks like you're resentful of me." Le Sheng said, "Okay, the affairs here have been dealt with, so my brother will accompany you." I wonder if you're going to enjoy the mountains and rivers, or are you doing something big? ”

He actually showed an active and discussative expression. Luo Le was even more panicked in his heart, this was definitely not the brother he usually saw!

"No!" Finding that he blurted out and refused, Luo Le hurriedly explained, "I still have a lot of friends here." ”

Subtext: How inconvenient that is!

Who knew that Le Sheng did not come down from the stairs he paved, but looked directly at Luo Le's friends and said, "Friends, do you mind if I am happy to join you?" ”

This, their brothers want to take the opportunity to get close, who can be so ignorant and say no! And they are now in a difficult time, one more person, one more strength! And Murong Nanzhi almost clapped his hands and praised.

From the moment she saw Lesheng, there was a light in her eyes that she had never seen before. Her eyes fell on Lesheng's every move, full of joy, where could she still remember the current situation of their group?

Only Yu Xiaohuan was secretly complaining.

Oh no, I want to add a Luo Le who is tormented in his heart.

Except for Yu Xiaohuan, the others knew that Luo Le was actually the second son of the Southwest Lejia, and his identity was not lower than that of several of them, the daughter of the head of the family, and the eldest disciples of the sect!

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Jiangnan School of Water Painting.

A female disciple hurriedly came in from outside and reported, "The head of the sect, the disciple of the Shanmo Sect asked to see him and said...... said that they had not seen their young master for a long time to welcome their relatives back, and they came to consult the situation. ”

"What?" Murong Wen, the head of the Water Painting School, jumped up from his position suddenly, and he didn't care about the gaffe, and said in surprise, "They have been off for more than half a month, and they can all play around in Sichuan and Shu, how come they haven't arrived yet?" ”

The disciple who reported it saw that the head was angry, and was afraid that the head would spill his anger on her, so he secretly buried his head low and let the scabbard in front of him cover his face.

The head of Murong frowned, and it wasn't until the mother-in-law who was waiting next to her secretly prompted that she came back to her senses and said to the disciple who came to report, "Please send a disciple from Shanmo in." ”

When the disciple who reported heard this, he hurriedly retreated.

As soon as the first disciple to report had withdrawn, the disciple who had been listening to the news from outside hurriedly came in.

"It is said that ...... exploded on the surface of the water passing through the Dongting Lake section," said the second disciple, bowing his head and clasping his fists, "it is said that it was the boat of our water painting school that was blown up." ”

"Our ships?" Murong Zhangmen's eyelids jumped, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Is there a boat going upstream from our water painting school recently?" She turned back to the mother-in-law who was standing in a proper manner behind her.

The mother-in-law lowered her eyebrows and replied, "Only Miss's boat." ”

The head of Murong's body shook slightly, took a step back, and clenched one hand tightly on the handle of the master's exclusive throne.

At this time, as soon as the disciples of the Shanmo Sect walked to the front of the hall with the disciples who had been announced, they heard the head of Murong say in a deep voice: "Arrange it, all the disciples outside will go to the Yangtze River to inquire about the news of Nanzhi and Young Master Yin, and then send a group of disciples to check the explosion of the painting boat, and be sure to find out the cause and effect of the explosion, and there must be no mistakes!" ”

When the disciple of the Shanmo Sect heard this, when the second disciple who returned to the sect withdrew, he didn't care about any etiquette rules, so he hurriedly entered the hall of the Water Painting School and asked, "Master Murong, may I ask if something happened to the young master of my sect?" ”

The head of Murong had no choice but to inform the disciples of the Mountain Mo Sect of the news he had heard.

After the disciples of the Shanmo Sect generally understood the situation, they did not dare to delay for a moment, so they set off again to find Yin Nanchuan's traces at the place of the incident.

In the hall, only Murong interceded and the old woman who had been with her for decades.

"Master, do you want to contact the Xijian Sect and the Divine Sword Sect on both sides of the Yangtze River?" The mother-in-law said cautiously, "After all, at the beginning, the young master of the Breathing Sword Sect and the eldest disciple of the Divine Sword Sect all set off with the young lady's ship. ”

"Let's postpone this matter for two days." The head of Murong lightly touched his forehead and said with a tired expression, "The two factions have not interfered with the river water for decades, and our water painting school rarely has any contact with them in order not to offend either party. Now we haven't figured this out yet, and if they want to rip it off, we're afraid we'll lose it. ”

"Yes." The mother-in-law still said calmly, "The old slave owes it to consideration. ”

Two days later, the Water Painting School still had no news about the whereabouts of Murong Nanzhi and Yin Nanchuan, but they learned that the explosion two days ago was caused by these two people and several young people who left the Water Painting School together at that time, and the matter seemed to be related to the killer organization.

The head of Murong was shocked, and he could no longer force himself to compose, so he immediately sent a message to the heads of the Shanmo Sect, the Xijian Sect, and the Divine Sword Sect to convey the news he had just gotten.