Ling Shang and Song Xiaomin discussed for a long time behind closed doors, and Yan Huan was anxious.

When the three of them arrived at King Xu's mansion, it was already night.

Ye Mushen had already finished what he wanted to say, and he couldn't get close to Ye Mutao after all, so he left in the evening.

He still remembered that Jiang Qingyun owed himself a condition that he should always get back before leaving Yan'an.

When Ling Shang heard that the guy had gone to find Jiang Qingyun, his eyes instantly darkened a lot.

After a few words with the new prince, he hurriedly went to the Taishou Mansion.

Song Xiaomin regarded Yan Huan as a life-saving benefactor, and did not blame him for the failure to find the code.

He had a sick look on his face, apologized for what he had done to Yan Huan's ancestors and grandchildren before, and said a lot of good things about him in front of Ye Mutao, pleading for Yan Kun.

After Yan Huan escaped from Xuanyuan Tomb's death, his temperament became indeed more gloomy than in the past.

But at the same time, he was even more in awe of the unknown power and the inspiration brought to him by the "Xuan Bone Sutra".

After all, he is not like Ling Shang who does not distinguish between good and evil, is cruel and selfish.

Even, he still has a kindness in his heart that Ling Shang scorns.

Although he did not let go of his resentment against Dali Siqing and the prince, he was polite on his face.

These people are powerful and powerful, and he is just a gangster with a serious case, and he has nowhere to redress his grievances and grievances.

Besides, the dignified Dali Siqing also lowered his posture and apologized to him, what else could he blame?

The way of the world is like this, and he has already seen through it.

Zhang Yaochuan was ordered to come to the bell tower with a team of people and put down Old Man Kun.

The moon is bright, and the ambush near the bell tower has dispersed.

There was silence all around, only Zhang Yaochuan's people lit the hunting torches.

The skinny old man has been tormented by illness all these days, and he threw himself into Yan Huan's arms with a violent cough.

The miserable cough made Yan Huan cover his body in cold sweat.

He would rather be hung from the bell tower for a few days.

Zhang Yaochuan asked tentatively, there are some good tonics in the house, which can be given to Master Zu; If Yan Huan is willing, he can be a guest at the house for a few days.

Yan Kun hurriedly waved his hand, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't bear to hear it, "No need, no need; The old man's fate has been decided, and there is no use for any medicine......"

said to Yan Huan again, "Ah Huan, you promise me to wash your hands from the golden basin today, go to a place where no one knows you, and be a responsible person." So that I can go to see your father with confidence......"

Yan Huan's eyes were stained with a layer of red blood, and he knelt in front of him on his knees, "Grandpa, I promise you everything." But please, don't leave me alone......"

……

Many years later, Zhang Yaochuan became the chivalrous and famous "Canglang Swordsman" praised by everyone on the rivers and lakes.

Hunting down evil spirits, punishing traitors, and covering all over the world, he has become what he has been longing to be for many years.

But there was not the slightest sense of relief.

The misfortune of the Canglang Swordsman began on this night.

This is a later story, so let's not press the table for the time being.

……

Ling Shang rushed to the Taishou Mansion and hesitated at the door.

I really want to burn the remnants of this Jiang clan with a fire.

I don't know what that guy wants from Jiang Qingyun.

No, what Ye Mushen wanted to do, Ling Shang had always known very well.

There is only one person in the world, who can make him bend his mind to meet people like Jiang Qingyun.

That person, Ling Shang hated for more than 20 years, and later reluctantly saved him a few times, and he was also deliberately slandered and tormented.

Ling Shang remembered what the man had asked him the night before: Why are they brothers?

There was a sudden, sharp pain in the abdomen; A string of sinuous black runes also climbed on the wrist.

Turning around to find a place to breathe, he heard a slightly urgent voice behind him, "Why are you here?" ”