The sky was slightly bright, He Jianghai had nothing to do, and still got up early. Exercising qi and blood, the people of the Yun family next to him still stood early.

When it was late, Yun Zhongtian hurried into the backyard, his expression a little flustered.

After asking, I learned that I received an invitation from the Yan family again, and there was another mourning party for the Yan family at the moment.

"Could it be that Yan Qingliu is dead?"

He Jianghai snorted haha, that was interesting, and there was something missing.

"That's good, but it's not, a Taoist priest died......"

Yun Zhongtian will explain it roughly.

In the north of Yancheng, there is a mountain named Yingshan, and there is a Taoist temple in Yingshan, called Wuyingguan, just listen to the name to know that it is related to practice.

Its view itself does not ask about the world, has no quarrel with the world, and only talks about low-key words, surpassing the Huang family.

But in recent months, it has suddenly been quite high-profile, and he has cooperated a lot with the Yan family.

And the thing that the Yun family is most concerned about is that Yan Qingyuan, under the guidance of Taoist Wuyingguan, has recently broken through one after another and broken through the foundation building realm.

Now the Taoist priest is dead.

"The realm of foundation building, so easy to die?"

He Jianghai smiled.

"Hai Shao misunderstood, this is the person who contacted the Yan family in the Guannei, and naturally it is still the realm of foundation building, although the status is not high, but the matter is a bit serious."

Yun Zhongtian explained to He Jianghai again.

"A dead Taoist priest?"

In the compound, the door was open, and the other direction was Yun Lei, whose expression was a little excited.

Yun Zhongtian hurriedly came to Yun Lei's side, bowed his head, roughly explained, and said that the mourning party would be held at the same time as the cocktail, which was a strange operation.

"It's nothing, I'm just asking."

Yun Lei's expression was obviously a little ugly.

However, where did Yun Zhongtian dare to ask more, it was nothing more than to explain the details in more detail.

Seeing Yun Lei's messy hair and no makeup, Yun Zhongtian knew that he couldn't stay for long, so he said hello and left quickly.

He Jianghai coughed a few times and walked over to Yun Lei, Yun Lei's face darkened, and she was about to close the door immediately.

It was impossible for her movements to be faster than He Jianghai, and she easily held the door slap.

"Did you do something bad last night, tell me honestly!"

He Jianghai's eyes were full of meaning.

"Nonsense!"

Yun Lei is more confused, forcibly pushing the door, unable to close it.

"Nonsense? Look at your dark circles, don't admit it, it must have been last night, I can't sleep when I think about it. ”

He Jianghai was in the middle of the mouth, stepped forward, and hugged Yun Lei in his arms.

In the courtyard, there were a few young girls waiting for Yun Lei at any time, all of them snickering on their faces, and took the initiative to turn their heads.

He Jianghai was unceremoniously, held it in his arms, and ravaged it again.

Of course, because of extreme resistance, Yun Lei finally escaped from her clutches.

"Look at you, you have nothing to do and sleep in separate rooms, you can't sleep in separate rooms at night, won't you get wrinkles if you divide them a few more times, you can do it yourself."

He Jianghai was almost addicted to his hands, he laughed and left.

……

At the moment in Yancheng, the biggest thing is that Wuyingguan Daoist was killed.

Wu Yingguan is extremely mysterious, although outsiders don't know much about it, but its alliance with the Yan family is the key to the recent rise of the Yan family.

The Taoist priest was killed, and the seriousness of the matter can be imagined, at least it shook the Yancheng family.

At the Yan family's memorial service in recent days, in addition to the family and the religious department, there were many ordinary businessmen and even ordinary people who came and went.

Wu Yingguan's incense is still relatively vigorous.

At nine o'clock in the morning, He Jianghai and Yun Lei had already set off in advance.

Happy life, joy and sorrow, monks and Taoists are creatures, and there are many great truths.

Today is not only the memorial schedule of the Taoist priest, but also the day when Yan Qingliu left the customs.

There is another important process, that is, the marriage between the Yun family and the Yan family, which must be faced.

This kind of thing, Yun Lei definitely doesn't want to go, but it doesn't seem to be possible if she doesn't go, she and He Jianghai have three chapters of the law, and go to Yan's house in advance, not too high-profile.

She is beside He Jianghai, so naturally it is impossible to pretend that Yan Qingliu is colored, and now she is just exploring the way first.

has arrived at the place, the entire Yan family is full of traffic, and there is no atmosphere of mourning at all, but it is like a wedding ceremony.

In and out of the passage, the elders and children of the Yan family have already been sent to them, and the two of them do not pass by the main road, but there is no one who will pay attention.

"That place should be the Yan Qingliu Cultivation Retreat."

He Jianghai raised his head and looked at the watchtower above.

Towers are this kind of thing, originally from Guangdong Province, are built by the landlord Haoqiang militia, extremely attached, and there are also shooting holes.

The watchtower system of Jin Province is actually closer to military use, and it is also gossip before the blockhouse and the gatehouse.

Yun Lei frowned and didn't respond.

"I suddenly kind of want to go to the bathroom."

Yun Lei looked around, and sure enough, she looked like a pathfinder, and then spoke.

"Together, together."

"You're insane!"

Hearing He Jianghai's indifferent tone, Yun Lei's face turned red and threw him away.

Then it hurried towards its hiding place.

He Jianghai didn't have any trivial matters, he looked around with a smile, and then looked ahead, and another convoy came, and it was someone from the Yun family who came.

He looked in other directions, and the entire Yan family's mansion was close to the left, with grass and new and old buildings mixed.

People come and go, all kinds of people, etc., and the most eye-catching of them are the young men and women.

Hold a wine glass casually, quickly meet your eyes, and then pull and pull, and go to a place where there are few people, looking at these things, in fact, is more interesting.

In the hall, Yan Qingyuan cowered, not daring to talk to anyone, everyone knew that when the Taoist priest died, he was at the scene.

The current Yan Qingyuanquan still has a band-aid on his face, which is naturally the reason for the beating.

Many acquaintances came to him to laugh a few words, but in fact, it was all ridicule.

After all, he is a high school student, and if he doesn't continue his cultivation, no one takes him seriously.

When he was really squeezed, he immediately scolded back, and no one walked around him, but he himself was relaxed.

"Come with me!"

He was holding a wine glass in his hand, cursing in his mouth, and at the same time looking back and forth, various long-legged sisters, and then long-legged sisters walked behind him.

Yan Qingyuan felt that his waist and eyes were tight, and he turned sideways slightly, almost softening.

It's none other than the beautiful girl who killed the Taoist priest, Yun Lei.

"Be honest, I killed that Taoist priest, but you say one more word, you know."

Yun Lei opened her mouth to intimidate.

"Know, know...... My sister spares her life......"

Yan Qingyuan lowered his voice and pleaded.

"Come with me, and I'll spare you."

Yun Lei continued to lower her voice, pushed forward, pushed a few steps, and Yan Qingyuan didn't leave.

"You...... You're going to kill me......"

Yan Qingyuan is not a fool, when it comes to this, he still thinks that he can live, it's just a joke.

Yes!

Slightly exclaimed, I don't know if it was the tip of the knife or something, Yan Qingyuan's waist and eyes were in severe pain.

He didn't dare to look behind him at all, it was useless to look at it, this kind of person didn't hold a knife or not, it made no difference if he killed him.

He couldn't stand the pain anymore, so he could only move forward.