After Jiang Lan entered the guest room, he lifted the veil on his face and gently placed it on the table, as if flowing gold and fine sand, gently stacked together.

This veil is not as shy as the Hu woman, and it is useless to cover up her face and arouses more curiosity, it is really made to hide her true face.

The material uses rare gold and jade silk in the world, which is light and can also cover the face, and there are veils made by the clever characters of the Mo family, and it can also mislead people's eyes, but it makes people unable to see the true contours of the face, and it is also a rare treasure of the rivers and lakes under the world.

Jiang Lan stood by the window, looking at the flow of people outside, along the way, although her words and demeanors were humble and polite, her face was always light, even Wang Anfeng couldn't see what she was thinking.

Hiding in Tibet along the way, and approaching Jiannan Road at this time, her heart finally eased a little, not as urgent as before.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Jiang Lan was alert in his heart, his eyes shrank slightly, he raised his hand to put the veil on his face again, and after a while, someone stopped in the door, knocked lightly three times, and said slowly:

"Miss Lan, it's an old man."

Jiang Lan heard that it was Wu Qiong's voice, and his heart was slightly relieved, but he didn't take off the veil on his face, he confessed his sin first, and walked to the door to open the door.

Wu Qiong saw that Jiang Lan did not relax his vigilance because he heard his voice, and bowed his head slightly.

There are thousands of mountains and valleys in her heart, and this alone is stronger than her father Jiang Yang, who is the master of Yiye Xuanxuan.

Thinking of the master who said that it was good or not, and that it was not good, the old man had a complicated mood, and just sighed lightly.

Jiang Lan welcomed Wu Qiong into the house, poured two herbal teas, the old man took a sip of tea, gently put the tea cup on the table, looked at the street outside that had gradually changed from the graceful architectural style of Jiangnan Province, and said softly:

"It's already in Jiannan Road."

Jiang Lan nodded.

The old man replied again: "It's not good to always trouble Miss Xue along the way, since you have arrived at Jiannan Road, it is almost time to separate from them, our Yiye Xuan's matter, in the final analysis, is still a matter in the rivers and lakes, and we have to solve it ourselves." ”

"The old man has already written a letter to the old friends of Zixiao Villa, and when the time comes, they will naturally help one or two, not to mention help to return to Yiye Xuan, but at least they can protect the safety of Miss Lan, and when the time comes, the old man will naturally return the revenge and favor that should be repaid."

"Purple Mountain Villa ......"

Jiang Lan's eyes were slightly condensed.

The seven sects of the world are jointly located on the top of the peak of the rivers and lakes, and naturally they will not be as harmonious and beautiful as ordinary people think, and the grievances and grievances between each other are often unknown to outsiders, but the fierceness is far more dangerous than those martial artists in the rivers and lakes.

For example, the Tianshan Sword Sect, which has been the leader of the world's sword path for a hundred years, has always been at odds with Yiye Xuan, while the Tianlong Academy sits in the northwest, looking at the vast weather of the iron cable across the river every day, and does not interact with the various factions in the rivers and lakes.

In the Shu land of Jiannan Dao, Zixiao Villa is like a tiger entrenched, looking at Yiye Xuan in the south, but the dragon and tiger ancestral court of the Daomen in the north, naturally there are contacts with these two major forces, and many children in the door travel together, rangers in the world, and there is no lack of elders who are friends of life and death in each other.

For example, when Jiang Yang, the lord of Ye Xuanxuan, was young, he and the current sword-wielding elder Yuan Shouyue of Zixiao Mountain Villa traveled arm in arm, and in the five years of traveling, he did the feat of stepping on the mountain with two swords and breaking the village, drinking heavily to the moon, and also did the absurd thing of not being able to sit on the ground and scold people.

The depth of affection is not inferior to that of biological brothers.

Entrusting Jiangyang's only daughter to him, Wu Qiong could not be more relieved.

When it comes to safety, the hinterland of the seven sects of the rivers and lakes in the world is only slightly inferior to the palace in the palace, not to mention that Yuan Shouyue's only son, Yuan Zixia, is young and promising, only in her early twenties, and has already entered the top five of the sword list, and the royal sword practiced by the seventh son of the Xuanyuan family.

He didn't have a little bit of 'trusting' in his heart, and he wanted to find a good home for Jiang Lan, who was regarded as his granddaughter, and after he had nothing to worry about, he would go out of the rivers and lakes and let go of it.

Jiang Lan's mind is smart, and he was once praised for having seven tricks in his heart, but when he heard the words, his eyes were lowered, but he never showed too much abnormality.

The two talked for a while, most of the time it was Wu Qiong who was talking, Jiang Lan listened quietly, he was old, and it was normal to talk a lot when they were separated, which did not distinguish whether it was an ordinary Sannong family or a martial artist on the rivers and lakes, and there was no difference in the deep affection of licking calves.

After a secret conversation, he drank a pot of daisy herbal tea, Wu Qiong stood up and said goodbye, and after Jiang Lan saw Wu Qiong away, he walked to the window, stunned.

The road was full of people, including warriors in strong suits, scribes in wide robes and wide sleeves, and many street vendors begging for a living.

The naughty boy is not afraid of the heat, laughing and running and playing.

Ignoring the shouts of his mother and sister, he stopped in front of the vendor carrying the scarecrow, who was in his thirties and looked lazy, and the straw was tied into a rough human shape by a man-tall stick, and was covered with red fruit.

At this time, there was no hawthorn, so I used the unripe red sand fruit, and there was no frost, so I took the syrup and poured it, which was still tempting, and provoked those children to willingly take out the Daqin Tongbao that they had saved for a long time, in exchange for a string of sugar gourds.

Red as a flame.

Caught in Jiang Lan's eyes, she was once praised by Jiangnan Dao celebrities as a woman with thousands of mountains and valleys in her heart, not like an ordinary daughter's family, after all, it was like a breeze transiting, blowing the green lotus in the pool, and stirring up fine ripples.

Bei Yan bit his red lips lightly and said in a low voice:

"Liars ......"

A group of naughty children all got the sugar gourd they had in mind, even if they were dragged away by the eldest sister in the family, they looked satisfied, and when these children dispersed as birds and beasts, the sugar gourd on the scarecrow went to a third of the way.

The lazy-looking big man probably felt that the weather was too hot, and he couldn't see the children who would come to buy his goods, and if he continued like this, the syrup that had just been poured on it might be dissolved, so he directly carried the sugar gourd, walked out of the street, and then sat down at the herbal tea shop at the end of the street.

The scarecrow-like stick in his hand was put down and leaned against the table.

The tea shop guy is familiar with the way, and he stepped forward to send a pot of herbal tea and two plates of melons and fruits to cut, the melon was tied with ropes, hung in the ancient well, and was taken out before eating, even the innermost part was infected with the leisurely air conditioning, and the melon was crisp and sound when cutting, and the coolness hit people.

The big man opened his chest, ate three pieces in a row, and then said heartily, there is also an old man sitting on this table, wearing a long shirt that looks hot on hot weather, with a clear appearance, a pair of lying silkworm eyebrows, but the bags under the eyes are a little heavy, adding a bit of shade to Ping.

Stretching out the palm of the emaciated knuckle, gently rubbing the tea cup, he said lightly:

"That Lan girl stayed?"

After eating melons and drinking herbal tea, the big man leaned on the chair and squinted lazily, and said, "I stayed, but because of one of the women, I didn't stay in the two inns where we greeted him, otherwise it would be more convenient." ”

The old man laughed, his voice a little hoarse and ugly, and said:

"That's enough."

"Although we and Xiahou Xuan, the young master like a tuberculosis ghost, don't look at each other correctly, but this young master's eyes are really vicious, and he let us stay here early in the morning.

Dahan frowned and said, "However, it is said that this Xiahou prince once had some feelings for Miss Nalan, and now he will join forces with us ......."

The old man sneered, groped the edge of the porcelain cup with both hands, paused, and said:

"It is not uncommon for the father and son of the superior to kill each other, but a woman, Xiahou Xuan is sick and weak, but she can firmly occupy the limelight of the younger generation of the Xiahou family, if her mind is not vicious, how can she succeed?"

"That is, the martial arts are hopeless, and I can't enter the grandmaster for life, and I can't use the Longyuan guqin of the Xiahou family, otherwise I won't bow my head and join forces with our second son, but I judge the situation and don't hesitate to attack the old lover, but I am also decisive, if it is not for the fact that I am born weak and cough up blood at every turn, it can be called a heart-wrenching heroic demeanor."

Hearing this, Dahan agreed and bowed slightly.

There were a few guests in this herbal tea shop, but none of them showed a little strangeness to the conversation between the two, and they all wore a bag around their waists, a waist knife with a blade long on the Daqin chopping knife, drinking tea quietly and not saying a word.

…………………………

Maybe it was because of the rare encounter with big business, and the very fat shopkeeper of the inn almost tried his best to serve this group of big customers comfortably, and even put down his face, so that he went to a nearby inn and invited the chef.

The dishes of Shu are different from Jiangnan Province, mostly spicy, this chef is especially good at eating rabbits, with big shoulders and round waists, and brought seven or eight cooks to the inn, and taught the people who have eaten Jiangnan cuisine for more than ten days to change their tastes.

Especially Wang Anfeng was born in Wangxian County, and most of the Shenwu Mansion are martial artists near Fufeng, so they are not used to the light and sweet taste of Jiangnan Province, and the Shu cuisine is spicy and refreshing, which is more in line with their taste.

The chef brought some shredded rabbit meat, loaded plates and plates for everyone, and was about to eat when Wang Anfeng's chopsticks suddenly stopped, and Tian Zhide next to him was slightly stunned and looked at Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng smiled and asked:

"Tian Daxia, can you hear what sounds are outside?"

Tian Zhide listened attentively, but only heard a silence, shook his head a little blankly, and said, "Nothing......"

Wang Anfeng said softly:

"Yes, nothing."

"But there are almost every family in this city with dogs, pedestrians come and go, and a moment ago I could hear the barking of dogs, why is there nothing all of a sudden?"

Tian Zhide and Fei Yonglin's expressions changed greatly, and the sound of Zheng Ran was endless, Wu Qiong threw down his chopsticks, lifted his breath and got up, and after cultivating for more than ten days, his qi was restored, and he struck out with his sleeves.

The vigor was like a dragon's roar, and it crashed out of the inn in an instant.

PS: Today's second update is presented............ Three thousand words