Wang Anfeng's expression was slightly condensed, the divine light in his eyes was dark, his eyes suddenly raised, and he scanned it carefully several times, but he still couldn't notice the slightest abnormality.

His breath sensing is extremely keen, and he has seen the grandmaster more than once, but he has never encountered this kind of character, when he appeared, it seemed that he had stepped on a thousand clouds and mist, and he was mighty, but when he left, he understated it, and couldn't help but turn around and look at Hongluoyu, and said:

"Third Master, she ......"

Hong Luoyu shook his head and smiled:

"Don't ask, you don't know."

"Since ancient times, the Yin and Yang family has had more Fangshi and the like, divination is a strong point, and when the practice reaches this point, it is normal to give birth to some skills that are different from martial arts, as for the bloody calamity......"

The thief sneered disdainfully, and said:

"Who hasn't encountered a bloody disaster since we have come so far? Even the old medicine jar, how could there be less blood on his hands? Since you are walking the rivers and lakes, isn't it normal for you to have swords and swords around you? I'm telling you, little madman, don't leave her alone. ”

"It's time to eat, drink, sleep, and really meet ......"

Wang Anfeng stroked the sword with his right hand and said calmly:

"Draw your sword."

Hong Luoyu stroked his palms and laughed.

Thirteen steps forward, the space between heaven and earth returned to clarity, Wang Anfeng turned around to look, but found that he and Hongluoyu had only walked more than twenty steps away, and they only looked at five steps under the wine flag.

The tavern keeper sighed and muttered that business was not good today.

The crowd on both sides is not bustling, nor is it in the minority.

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze.

The tender green willow leaf fell to the ground, was swept up by the wind, and floated down to the small river on the side of the road, causing faint ripples.

On-Yang Family......

Wang Anfeng sighed in his heart.

Among the hundreds of sons, the Yin and Yang family is only one of the nine streams and ten, and even the power has not been strong, it can only be similar to the rather weak schools such as famous families, and there are already such mysterious and extraordinary immortal methods, so how powerful is the head of the three sects?

It is said that the Yin and Yang veins separated from the Daomen five hundred years ago, first calling themselves the branches of the Daomen, and then parting ways, and their prestige gradually declined.

At that time, the disputes of the countries, the Taoist Gate Yan saw that the people with the country were extravagant, could not be virtuous, and made strange changes by looking at the news of yin and yang, and made more than 100,000 words of the great sage, which was respected by the master of the Daomen Gate at that time.

It is praised as 'the language is big, it must be a priori small things, and it is big, as for the boundless.' ''Now above the Yellow Emperor, the common technique of scholars, the prosperity and decline of the world, push away, to the heaven and earth have not been born, and the dark can not be examined. 'The prestige is grand for a while, and it will end in a hundred years.

The master of the contemporary Yin and Yang family was twenty-four years old when he took over the golden rope and jade lock and the Liangyi sword, not through martial arts, but he was able to sit firmly, which shows that his talent withered.

Until 20 years ago, the Seven Kingdoms fought in chaos, and with the art of yin and yang, the auspicious divination was fierce, and more than 30,000 people arrived at the capital city of Daqin Tianjing across the battlefield, without losing a single person, before he became famous, and the emperor sent people to welcome him into the palace, telling the art of the five elements of heaven and earth, arguing against the ministers, and being nearly speechless.

In the next seven days, the three sects of Confucianism, Mo, and Taoism had hidden in the mountains and rivers to enter Beijing, and debated for seven days and nights with the young master of the Yin and Yang family, who was only old enough to be their granddaughter, and the twenty-eight-year-old woman was drawn in three battles, but no one in the world dared to underestimate it.

At that time, it was better to think that it was better than the Confucian who argued, and he was dressed up.

However, it is rumored that the old Shangshu of the dynasty once said in private that the Yin and Yang family is high and deep, enough to compete with the three religions, but it is difficult to get started, and it is even more difficult to master.

Back then, because of the birth of the Yan, and now because of Wang Guancicada, it is prosperous.

The three religions have great talents from generation to generation, and they will not be green and yellow, and the Yin and Yang family will have saints for 500 years.

Unless you can find a remote place and educate you, no one can compete with it.

If the rest of the people say this, I am afraid that they will be ridiculed by the whole world, and the self-proclaimed white-clothed scholar is never afraid to put his heart in his heart to the pen, but the one who said this is really highly respected, the elder of the three dynasties.

Those noble positions in the court can be inextricably linked to him in the upper count, and it is impossible to say clearly, and several changes in facts have proved the accuracy of this old gentleman's eyesight, how can they say it, how dare they say it.

After sparing a huge circle in Wanling City, Wang Anfeng returned to the inn, and now there are many fewer pedestrians here, most of them are going to the front of Mei's house to see a big scene that is rare in a hundred years.

In the past, I just saw those young masters bullying others, where have I ever seen them beaten with blue noses and swollen faces, lined up in a row carrying the guilt on the ancient book of Jing Tiaoxue? This is a good play, which is more exciting than several big scenes of the troupe on the stage of the city tower.

Zhu Yunmeng hid in the crowd, covering most of his face with a folding fan, and looked at the gentlemen kneeling in front of the gate of the Mei family with a pair of jade-like eyes.

One by one, as their maid said, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and they were extremely miserable. The little maid probably saw that the young lady was in a good mood, stepped forward, smiled and whispered:

"How? Miss. ”

"Isn't it interesting......

Zhu Yunmeng raised her hand and gently patted the forehead of the little maid dressed as a scholar, and said, "Call Childe, what young lady ......" The little maid consciously lost her words, stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to say more.

Zhu Yunmeng's eyes fell on those gentlemen again, and recognized many guys who wanted to take advantage of her before, who looked like dogs at the time, but now they are miserable one by one, crying and mourning, she only feels comfortable when she sees it.

At this time, except for these gentlemen, their elders also followed, and because of the presence of these people, the onlookers only dared to watch quietly, and did not fly out of a corner of rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves to beat the water dogs.

Among them, the man in the light green official's uniform had to be supported by a plump beauty next to him to be able to stand firmly, his face was pale, and he had to kick him hard when he glanced at his uncompetitive son next to him.

The young man with a blue nose and swollen face just shook, but his father's face was pale, his breathing was a little weak, and most of his arms were not in the warm fragrance and warm jade.

It was a good enjoyment that made the onlookers envious, but the middle-aged man was just upset in his heart, looking at his son next to him, but his anger was rising more and more, and he wanted to kick it twice.

Daqin officials audit, there is a year of a small test, three years of the big test, five years of the rules of the test, according to the four good twenty-seven most standards, divided into upper, middle and lower three, each class is divided into upper, middle and lower three classes, a total of nine grades.

Originally, he only got the middle and lower in the last three-year assessment, which is acceptable, although it is useless, and there is no big mistake in the evaluation, if there is such a problem at this time, I really don't know how to do it, the more I think about it, the more angry I become, but the door of the Mei Mansion is still closed tightly.

The old servant came out, and before he could finish his intentions, he said lightly that he knew, and please wait a while, turned around and went inside, and closed the door at once, eliminating the idea of them going in with them.

I don't care about their position.

The beauty next to him raised her sleeves to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, and he raised his eyes to look at the two words of Meifu on the vermilion gate, which were in the same vein as the two words on the plaque of the east gate of Wanling City, as if he noticed the height of these two doors and the thickness of three hundred years for the first time, which made him a little breathless.

Whispered in his mouth:

"The ears are full of songs and ballads, and the mountains are full of eyes, and the Wanling City is full of green and micro. People have felt that spring is long, and the brook households still share the water. Xiaose entered the building red, and the night sound was murmuring. The clouds and birds are all fine, and the plum blossoms of Wanling are blooming everywhere. ”

"Wanling Plum Blossom ......"

In the courtyard of the Mei family, the first floor is more deep, there are three miles of plum blossom pavilions, the old lady of the Mei family with white hair is sitting on one side of the stone table, and Mei Lianhua is sitting on the cushion next to her, with white fingers, making a pot of tea, using the first-class spring tea that entertained Wang Anfeng and others before.

The set of tea sets used is quite ancient, the system is like an antiquity three or five hundred years ago, and other places are not big or small, but the Mei family has many of them, and there is no shortage at all.

No matter how much Mei Lianhua likes swordsmanship, she is always a woman from a family, and at this time she sits upright and makes tea, and her movements are complicated and do not feel messy, but she has a sense of calm beauty. The kind old servant stood beside him with his hands hanging down beside him.

Whispered a general overview of what was going on outside.

The old lady of the Mei family just sniffed the fragrance of tea, and said two words lightly.

"Nope."

The old servant smiled slightly, and it was not strange for such an answer.

He has been serving by the old lady's side since he was young, and has seen the indulgence of spending a lot of money when he was young, and the loneliness of sitting alone, knocking on chess pieces and falling lanterns.

As for his character, he is more familiar with the old lady's sons, and he is said to be a servant, but no one in the entire Mei family dares to regard this kind old man as a servant.

Leaned over at the moment, bowed slightly, and said softly:

"Then I'll let them go back......"

The old lady's white eyebrows wrinkled into a pimple, and said:

"Leave them alone."

"Let them kneel for me outside, kneel for as long as you like, kneel to death, it's okay, it's an old corpse, it's already a smelly thing, it's best to die, Wanling is also cleaner!"

The old servant smiled and bowed his head and stood beside him.

Mei Lianhua sat quietly next to her, although she was the most favored by the old lady on weekdays, but at this time she didn't dare to say even a word, the Mei family has been around for three hundred years, and the old lady is the most important gift.

Now the row of gentlemen knelt in the doorway. It is a great humiliation for those families, but in the eyes of the old lady, it is even more shameful, which can be called the corruption of the family.

In the three hundred years of the Mei family, there has never been a disciple who dares to insult the distinguished guests of the family, but this kind of absurd thing happened when he was still alive.

When Mei Zimo came back yesterday, he was whipped 200 times with a wide board of rattan, beaten to the point that he only had half his life left, and he was out of his family tree, and he cried until he fainted on the spot.

The old master, who was usually kind and accustomed, started a fire for the first time in twenty years, and no one dared to say anything wrong.

Mei Lianhua somehow thought of a sentence she heard when she ran out to listen to the book review. The old man who has experienced the sword and sword shadow is wearing a long robe, playing with beads, and telling you that he wants to be kind to others, so he really thinks that he has never killed people with a knife?

Old lady Mei took a sip of tea, looked in the direction of the inner courtyard of the Mei family, and was a little worried in her eyes, and sighed even more when she saw the cranes only flying in the sky, but not falling.

Mei Lianhua secretly looked in that direction.

It was the third uncle's yard, and she often followed the third uncle to learn to play and shoot in that yard, so she also knew that at this time in the past, Mei Wangsheng should have fed the cranes, but now the cranes are dancing in the air, but none of them dare to rein in their wings and fall, just hovering.

The bamboo forest swayed, and the branches and leaves rubbed and rattled.

What she knows, no one in the entire Mei family doesn't know, even the entire Wanling Prefecture City, the children of the family know how much the old head of the Mei family has expectations for the third grandson Mei Wangsheng.

The old man looked in that direction.

Although the Mei family has many branches, it can really be called the pillar, only the head of the Mei family in Tianjing City at this time, the three-grade imperial doctor, and today it is said to be stable, but there has been less turmoil in the court.

I don't know how many high-ranking officials and nobles made a mistake and ended up losing all the games.

He didn't know how much he wanted Mei Wangsheng to be able to walk out of that courtyard and become an official in the court.

With the military merits accumulated by Mei Wangsheng back then, and the support of the Mei family, in ten years, he may be able to rise from Danyang County step by step, go straight to the court, and serve as the noble seat of the three provinces and six departments.

At that time, if his father is still there, the Mei family will have two Dinghai God Needles, Optimus Jade Pillar, even if he dies, he can still smile Jiuquan, worthy of his ancestors.

For this reason, he even met Mei Wangsheng's unreasonable requirements, let him be idle in Mei's house, planted the first-class golden jasper in the bamboo in the distance, raised a little cinnabar on the blue sky of Qingyun fairy crane, every day to play the qin and drink tea, lazy life, never said about him.

I only hope that one day he will turn back and walk back on the right path.

But Mei Wangsheng seems to have really become a hermit, and the sharp spirit of the year is completely dispersed.

The old man saw that the flying crane was circling and gradually drooping, sighed, and withdrew his gaze, his expression was always a little complicated, a trace of frustration, and a trace of relief.

Mei Lianhua was slightly stunned and her eyes widened.

In that courtyard, there was a long robe slowly walked out, yesterday she knew that her third uncle seemed to have been kneeling in the house for a night, but she never thought that at this time, Mei Wangsheng had changed into a light crimson round-necked robe, holding a sword in her hand, black hair like ink, and white clothes were better than snow.

Twenty-three years ago, the third son of the Mei family crossed the horse in white clothes and entered the reed flower.

He walked slowly.

The long sword in his palm roared.

Zhu Yunmeng watched those families outside, and he didn't know how comfortable he was, and he almost wanted to clap his hands and laugh to be happy, but because of his identity, he couldn't do that kind of thing, and his face was a little red.

Just peeking at the looks of those bystanders, when I saw that almost everyone was secretly a little happy like himself, but he wanted to hold back a serious face full of righteousness, he felt more comfortable in his heart, and the corners of his lips under the folding fan were pursed again, and he couldn't hide the merry smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

In order to hide his expression, he folded a fan to cover the corners of his lips, raised his head slightly, and happened to see a person walking slowly on the side of the street, wearing a white dress and a white skirt, holding a sword.

Zhu Yunmeng was a little stunned, and remembered that when she came here before, she had seen this white-clothed beauty, but she was obviously met on the way to Mei's house, but she was so late, as if she was walking very carefully.

Holding a sword in his hand, his eyebrows are cold and picturesque.

The sword was as slender as the wind on a mountain.

Thinking of the smuggling that he had just heard, saying that these family members came here to ask the Mei family for forgiveness, and then through the Mei family, confessed to Na Qingfeng, Zhu Yunmeng's eyes widened, and he guessed the identity of this woman, only to feel that there was a lot of excitement to watch, and his heart was excited.

At the right time.

The middle door of Meifu is wide open......

When one person stepped out, a hundred swords rang out in unison, and they rose up!

PS: Today's 2-in-1 offers............

Well, I want to apologize, it's only about 4,500 words, because I'm a little tired after the last 10,000-word update, and the number of words I wrote is not very much, and I'll resume normal updates tomorrow......

PS2: Thank you for the 10,000 reward of the Blue and White King, thank you very much (hug your fist)

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