"Yes!" Wen Qingsong reluctantly agreed, his expression was very different from usual, Yin Shanluan felt that something was wrong, and was about to raise his voice to drink him, but Yin Huangwu patted him on the shoulder.

Yin Huangwu stabilized Yin Shanluan and asked Wen Qingsong in a very gentle tone: "Then is Ying Shixuan here to see Xue'er?"

Wen Qingsong seemed to have been woken up by an electric shock in his sleep, he suddenly jumped up and hit his head on the threshold, he didn't care about the pain, and quickly knelt down and said: "Master! The disciple knows his mistake! That Sakura Shixuan has now worshiped under the sect of the ghost Li Ming's predecessor, as a disciple of the Civilization Temple......

"Sure enough......" Yin Huangwu turned her head, glanced at Yin Xueli, and saw that her "daughter" was crimson, but her eyes were full of tears.

The reason why Yinchen sent this to them is very simple, that is, on the day of the fourth day, Tian Wanzai was in the chaos of the battle and Yinchen's "affectionate look", at that moment, Tian Wanzai's eyes only had endless entrustment, and the deep helplessness of being oppressed by fate, Yinchen estimated that if Tian Wanzai refused to turn back, then the entire Black Mountain Villa, including Sakura Shixuan, would usher in the end of the road, and would be completely wiped out by the history written by the victor, and that crystal ball may be the only thing in the world that can remember Sakura Shixuan.

He felt that he couldn't live up to Sakura Shixuan's infatuation, which was the infatuation that only existed when a person full of sins was determined to atone for his sins, so he couldn't hide it, so he could only tell Yin Xueli about "another possibility", after all, if he concealed it, it would be beneficial to Wen Qingsong, but it would be unfair to both Sakura Shixuan and Yin Xueli.

After Yin Xueli saw the crystal ball, she didn't want to see any man for a long time, not even Lu Qingyun, and seriously reflected on her heart, only to realize the so-called "relationship" that she and Wen Qingsong had accumulated for a long time , In front of Sakura Shixuan's flesh-and-blood blurred body, it was so vulnerable, the flesh-and-blood blurred body was not a body that was shocked and rotted by blue oil in the crystal, but a body that was struggling on the torture rack of Beichen Star, in fact, without the crystal of silver dust, Yin Xueli also generally knew Sakura Shixuan's heart, between the demons, even the master-apprentice relationship was very weak, would Sakura Shixuan be so desperate for an order from Mr. Moxin? It's hard to imagine.

And she really only has a feeling of friendship with Wen Qingsong, and that feeling is very light, and she never saw the heartbeat of Ying Shixuan at that time. Yin Xueli knew that she might have made a choice, but she didn't know how to reject Wen Qingsong, and she didn't know how not to hurt her fourth brother Wen.

She hadn't understood it at this time, but she had never promised Wen Qingsong anything, and there was no substantive agreement between the two of them.

Yin Xueli's thoughts, Yin Huangwu knows best, because in the field of infatuation, she is experienced, although she does not dare to compare herself with the real king Zhao Guangyi, the sect leader Yinchen, but she also dares to be proud of most of the mandarin duck lovers in the world, not to mention this is a general matter, the bystander is clear, although Sakura Shixuan once attacked and killed the elders of the Iron Palm Gang, and he is considered to have committed a lot of sins in the righteous path, but now, the Iron Palm Gang is about to become a "slave Dao", who can be so accurate?

Yin Huangwu connected these joints, then stood up, Shi Shiran walked in front of Wen Qingsong, and whispered: "I will explain the private problem to you later, you talk about the business first." ”

Wen Qingsong had also adjusted at this time. He had rarely heard such a gentle tone from Yin Huangwu's seniors, in the Zhennan Gang before, Yin Huangwu's seniors were well-known iceberg beauties, and they were cold and indifferent to everyone.

"The ghost is a good senior, just come to visit, and ...... He didn't know how to get Li Yunlong's letter to your senior. Wen Qingsong took out an envelope from his pocket.

"Li Yunlong give it to me?" Yin Huangwu pointed to the tip of his nose in surprise. If Li Yunlong gave it to Yin Shanluan, it was probably written by the real king Zhao Guangyi to reminisce about the past, but for her-Lin Caiyi wanted to drag her to go shopping? But isn't she performing a very important task with Yang Ziyi now? How can she have time?

Yin Huangwu took the envelope, and as soon as he saw the ice blue "fire seal" on it, his face was straight, the ice blue seal was completely different from the fire seal in ordinary letters, it was Yinchen's exclusive means, and it was a real "ice", which showed that this was Yinchen's personal order to her.

Of course, it won't be too urgent an instruction, otherwise it would be directly transmitted to Wan Jianxin with a puppet signal, and it wouldn't be used in the ordinary way of sending a message.

Yin Huangwu opened the letter, skimmed it quickly, nodded, and shook his head again.

"The sect master doesn't seem to know that Xue'er herself has already left the school, and it's okay to teach others, not to mention that in terms of patience in teaching others, it's much better than me, being a master and a mother, so let's take it as a test for her this time." Yin Huangwu thought about it for a while, then turned around and said to Yin Xueli: "Xue'er, let you go to Pershing City to play for a few years, are you willing?"

"Play?" Yin Xueli said in disbelief, and then she was a little scared: "Pershing is the capital of the southern country, don't I still have a wanted warrant on my back?"

"Evacuated early. Yin Shanluan said: "Brother Zhao Guangyi didn't dare to come on the surface, it was easy to use some means in secret, not to mention that the imperial court is now busy paying tribute to the vassal states in the autumn, how can they have the spare time to dig over my old accounts again? They don't dare to be embarrassed in front of the vassal states!"

"Xue'er, you can get through the trick by relying on the fake identity and disguise technique given by the sect master, not to mention that now in the southern country, there is not even a decent border pass......

"Huang Wu, your words are heart-piercing!" Yin Shanluan said with a smile, a little sad and indignant in his laughter. Yin Huangwu glanced at him and didn't say anything more.

"If you go to Pershing and can help the sect master do something, it's better to be idle here......" Yin Xueli thought about it for a moment before saying, "As long as my father and mother are willing to let me go away." ”

"The sect master shouldn't treat you badly, not to mention, if you work by his side and learn a lot, young people should wander around. Yin Shanluan agreed, after coming out of the storm pavilion, he was most worried about the fate of the people who read all the time, in addition to the fate of the people who read all the time, there was only his daughter's life, although he knew that his daughter might like the boy in the Black Mountain Village, but the position was different, and it couldn't be done, and now the kid was persuaded by the ghost to change his ways, and in a few years, maybe his biggest heart disease could be solved, at this time, he wished that his daughter and the kid would go to the sect master to seek something to do. He is the world's "holy hand of books" Yin Shanluan, but he is not the old master Kong Hongkai, he knows that it is not good for his daughter to be raised in the deep boudoir.

"Don't worry, I'm going to miss you very, very much. Yin Huangwu said with a gentle smile. "Alright then, I'll go there anyway and see if there's anything new and interesting, and I'll bring it to you when the time comes. Yin Xueli said that she was about to leave, she is the kind of girl who is resolute and resolute, after the Pan Yangcheng incident, she was infected with a lot of habits in the rivers and lakes, and she felt that she was about to become another Lin Caiyi, she gave a fist salute to the two parents, which was regarded as a farewell, and Yin Huang danced out first, Yin Shanluan looked at the back of her daughter when she went out, and felt that she only saw a high-spirited vitality.

"I'll talk to Wen Qingsong about something, and you continue. Yin Huangwu said and took Wen Qingsong to the hall outside, and at this time, the ghost who had been notified was walking through the hall with Sakura Shixuan.

Wen Qingsong and Ying Shixuan glanced at each other, and they both saw the scar called sacrifice in the eyes of both sides, and at this time Wen Qingsong knew that Ying Shixuan's encounter with the ghost old man this time did not seem to be as easy as he casually said.

Half a day later.

Ghost Slayer did not return to his post, whether it was the family business or the official business of the city, he handed over to others, and he took the silver strip that Lu Feilong had buried privately to recruit masters everywhere, shouting that he wanted to open a museum, so that many outsiders who visited him thought that he had committed madness. Yin Xueli replaced Yin Huangwu and went to Pershing City with the ghost name Sakura Shixuan, complaining along the way that the scale of the Civilization Temple was too small, if it could really be as "crowded" as the Excalibur Gate, maybe he could establish a stronghold in a small place around Pershing City, and when the time came, he could place a wind spirit treasure weapon, he could "empty the cicada" to Pershing, and save "wasting his life on the road", but he didn't find that Sakura Shixuan, who was traveling with him, only smiled sadly.

Yin Xueli didn't know that the reason why Ghost Lao and Sakura Shixuan chose to take the carriage was simply because Sakura Shixuan had not recovered from his serious injuries and couldn't stand the pressure of the empty cicada at all. Under the young Sakura Gongzi's clean black robe, there are scars left by the northerners.

At the same moment, Wen Qingsong left Blood Yang City alone and went to a place in the East China Sea, which was an important port for the merchants of Blood Yang City, and it was also the place where the Blood Yang City clan would penetrate the deepest. He was still gloomy when he left, but his expression was much more relaxed.

"Rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest", Yin's predecessor's teaching opened part of his heart knot, and also let him temporarily put down his relationship with Yin Xueli, although he himself loves Yin Xueli to death and life, but a man who really loves her doesn't need to get her, just needs her to be happy. Wen Qingsong could only pray at this time that Sakura Shixuan's surrender to the Temple of Civilization was sincere, not because of some kind of secret order from Tian Wanzai, a man who had no king and no father.

He wouldn't know at this time that the Sakura Shixuan in Tian Wanzai's hand had died under some kind of secret order from Tian Wanzai long before he saw the ghost name, and the Sakura Shixuan who was with the ghost name was just another ghost name who was at the end of his rope.

History is always strikingly similar, like an inescapable cycle of fate.

【Southern Panxing City, Chongwangfu, Xiaoxiang Pavilion】

When Lin Xuanchen strode with his head held high, leading Zijuan into the gate of the courtyard of Xiaoxiang Pavilion like a lady in the main palace, all he saw was a gloomy desert.

The sisters who came to join in the fun all dispersed one by one, hiding back in the courtyard where they lived, waiting for tomorrow to come, after all, in the afternoon, Lin Xuanchen had to go to see outsiders, this may be the only opportunity in her life.

All the items that had been touched by the sisters were well recovered in their original places, and even the cloisonné tea bowls were cleaned and neatly put into the small cupboard of mahogany carvings.

Lin Xuanchen saw such a clean and decent, elegant and deep scene, only felt in a trance, and a nameless sentimentality suddenly appeared in her mind, that sentimentality was cold, slightly cool like the evening breeze of a summer night, but it was not like the biting chill of the wind and frost sword she had felt before, it was just a kind of cold like a bystander.

"It's strange, when did I feel like a bystander, wait, bystander-" Lin Xuanchen's heart slowly turned a soft sadness: "Yes, bystander, now I'm not a bystander in this garden! Since it has been promised to Brother Yinchen, then I and this garden, the sisters in this palace, are already people with different destinies, right?" Different fate, different lines, I don't know when I have to move out, live with Brother Yinchen, dress him and cook porridge, sweep the snow and make tea, my hand-hand pronunciation and lexicography, I finally have a trust, I have a bosom friend, such a destination, it is really envious of others, for a group of sisters, it is really a real detachment. If you are detached, isn't it also a spectator of everything in the garden?"

Lin Xuanchen thought silently, and recalled the song "Funeral Flower Yin" in his mango planting season: "Now the funeral flower man is laughing idiot, who does he know when he buries the slave?" "Today's slaves are considered to be detached, but among the sisters in this courtyard, who else can be as detached as slaves? They are the younger sisters of the second brother's own family, so it is impossible for them to marry the second brother? So where will they wander away? Can they really meet the brother they like? It's difficult! Brother Yinchen and Second Brother Zhao are good brothers who are considerate of girls, but they are very rare! Uncle is not a person who understands girls, otherwise how could such a beautiful Mrs. Ma be so sad that she hanged herself?"

Lin Xuanchen, who was secretly thinking about this, felt gloomy for a while, and the joy and relief of setting a lifelong event went a lot, and the way he walked changed back to the original lotus step. She slowly walked to the center of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion mansion, stood still, and looked around everything in the house very reverently, like a prayer, like a farewell.

Zijuan followed her in, her expression solemn. On the way back from the old lady, she was not in a good mood, a heart was in her stomach, beating like a drum, and her internal organs were really worse than the fifteen buckets of water. What she is worried about is not herself, or she has no self in her eyes at all, what she is worried about is the petite, beautiful, delicate and weak little master in front of her.