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Chapter 702: Before I Return, They Have to Live Well

After speaking, he raised his head and stared at Xuanwu and asked about Bai Sheng, "Xuanjia Guard Talisman, has it been taken away by someone sent by the Tong family?" ”

Xuanwu's face ached, "Naturally, I took it, I personally put the talisman on the corpse, they found the talisman but they were so happy that they didn't even clean the battlefield and left, but let us lose a few brothers less." ”

Jiang Zebei chuckled, "A talisman in exchange for a few lives, it's worth it!" ”

Xuanwu disagreed, but he didn't dare to refute it.

"How did Meng Wenhang die?"

He hadn't shown up during the day, and he didn't have time to talk to Xuanwu in detail, only knowing who had died.

Then at this moment, Zhu Ziyue and Chen Qishan were brought by the people below.

Naturally, this is also his command, and no one is allowed to enter the small courtyard without his command.

Xuanwu and Jiang Zebei's faces were similar, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he said: "Meng Wenhang was not killed by our people, judging by the injuries on his body, he was killed by people sent by the Tong family." ”

Jiang Zebei nodded, indicating that he understood.

He stood up and straightened his clothes, "Hasn't the teacher gone to bed yet?" ”

"Yes, Dean Xu knew that you were getting together with your friends, so he didn't come to disturb you, and was waiting for you in the front yard."

"Then let's go meet the teacher."

Jiang Zebei raised his feet and walked out of the door.

When he stopped when he walked to the door, he turned to look at Zhu Ziyue and Chen Qishan lying on the table.

"Xuanwu."

"The subordinates are here!"

"Go and send a letter to the capital, if Zhu Ziyue and Chen Qishan win the imperial examination next year, be sure to ensure that they are thorough, don't fall into the whirlpool of the capital, and before I return, they must live well."

"Yes!" Xuanwu knew who to send the letter to.

The master and servant left the room one after the other.

There was a night breeze outside, and Xuanwu took the cloak from the secret guard waiting on the side and put it on for Jiang Zebei.

"Let's go." The boy spoke up.

The door was gently shut.

This time, see you again, I don't know what year and month.

Zhu Ziyue, who was lying on the table, opened his drunken and red eyes.

He lay on the table and didn't move, tears welling up in his eyes.

Rolling tears flowed uncontrollably from the boy's eyes.

This is the second time he has shed tears after the death of a loved one.

The boy lay on the table and didn't dare to move, just wept silently, and finally cried tired, and slowly fell asleep with drunkenness.

Jiang Zebei came to the front yard and saw Xu Tian standing outside the door, as well as Xu Wenzhan and Xu Wenrui behind him.

"Here we are." Xu Tian's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was sick.

Jiang Zebei stepped forward and put the cloak on his body and draped it on Xu Tian's body.

"Teacher, it's cold at night."

Xu Tian touched the cloak on his body and choked up: "Young master, ......"

"Teacher, you should call me Aze." Jiang Zebei laughed.

Xu Tian looked up at the young man in front of him, with reluctance, distress, and entanglement in his eyes.

This is his first student, the student who has taught for a year, and his master.

"Aze." Xu Tian called him that for the first time.

Jiang Zebei gently bowed to him, which was a response.

Xu Tian wiped the water in his eyes with his head sideways, and Jiang Zebei looked up at the starry sky of Tianshan Mountain, as if he didn't see his movements.

However, Xu Wenzhan and Xu Wenrui, who were behind them, looked at their father directly, and the eyes of the two brothers showed complexity.

Their omnipotent, respected father was in tears at this time.

Since they were children, they have never seen such a side of their father.

After a while, Xu Tiancai eased up, and his voice was already calm.