On the Sifang Pavilion, if you want to enter the Qiuling Gate, there is a fragrance coming to your face.

The pavilion is fresh and tidy, and there is a stone table carved with the pattern of nine dragon arch beads in the middle, and all kinds of strange things are placed on it, including the Qinggang Lingyan of the East China Sea, the Yueji Pearl of the Northern Regions, and the Jiuxi Broken Feather of the West Desert......

They are all precious rare treasures, stacked on the stone table at will, there is a jade book case on both sides, the case is a jade Cambodia, and there are Qinghe River inkstone, Baichuan Han inkstone, everywhere reveals a chic and indifferent book atmosphere.

Ji Hao took the two to the second floor, knocked lightly on the door, and said respectfully, "Master, someone brought it." ”

Mr. Yuye hadn't gone out for half a year, and even the three disciples under his door didn't know what he was doing in it, but in the dead of night, he could vaguely hear some muffled percussions.

"Let Yan Wuyi come in. ”

A deep voice came from the room, revealing the vicissitudes of time.

Yan Wuyi was surprised, and when he saw Ji Hao slowly pushing open the door, he entered the room nervously.

"You can't. ”

Ji Hao hurriedly stopped Murong Xing, who wanted to follow in to see Mr. Yuye's true face.

"You said it earlier, Mr. Yuye wants to see the two of us. Murong Xing grinned, and the thief's squinting eyes inadvertently twitched inward.

was about to take a look, but Ji Hao closed the door, and he inevitably felt unhappy, and he was secretly worried about Yan Wuyi's safety.

"Whoever Master tells you to go in will go in, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Ji Hao said solemnly, his eyes full of disdain.

"You kid, stubborn. ”

Murong Dao waved his hand, sat down peacefully on the bench on the side, and waited for Yan Wuyi to come out with Erlang's legs crossed.

Seeing that he was honest, Ji Hao didn't care.

At this moment, Yan Wuyi stepped into the house, only to see that the lights were slightly dim, but he could also roughly see the layout.

There is no shadow of Mr. Yuye in the main house, and the first thing I saw was an ancient painting hanging on the north wall, and the words on the painting were clearly seen with a sweep of my eyes.

"Southern Jin Dynasty Seed Beginning?"

Yan Wuyi muttered to himself, although he had never learned Wendao, he also knew what dynasty the Southern Jin Dynasty was, and then looked at the ancient paintings, there were a few lines of poetry on them:"

When thinking about it carefully, a rickety figure walked out of the back room, it was the owner of the Autumn Tomb on the river, Mr. Yuye was not empty.

Yan Wuyi cautiously looked at this strange man of the long summer, only to see that his face was shriveled and ruthlessly filled with thick wrinkles, his dark yellow skin looked more and more withered under the faint light, and his chin had a sparse gray-white beard.

The Mr. Yuye in front of him was a weathered hundred-year-old man, his dark brown pupils turned slightly, as if he was looking at Yan Wuyi curiously.

The old man was deep and terrifying, Yan Wuyi just glanced at him, and he felt a faint tremor all over his body, and a majestic coercion overcame, but fortunately it had dissipated in an instant.

"Yan Wuyi has seen Mr. Yuye!"

Seeing that Mr. Yuye had no malicious intent, Yan Wuyi said with respect on his face.

Mr. Yuye's eyes froze slightly, and then a rather playful smile appeared.

"The Quartet Pavilion never does anything in vain, and if you want to know the news, you must pay accordingly. ”

Yan Wuyi naturally knew this, but he didn't prepare anything valuable, the so-called no chips is the biggest bargaining chip, since Mr. Yuye is willing to make an exception to meet him, then there must be hope that this matter will be successful.

"I'm alone, my family is poor, I'm afraid I can't come up with something that can make Mr. tempting, but I Yan Wuyi can promise you three things in the Sifang Pavilion. Yan Wuyi responded calmly, but his heart was full of waves.

Although the sincere words seem immature, every word is in Mr. Yuye's ears.

"Promise?"

Mr. Yuye smiled helplessly, he naturally knew that Yan Wuyi was betting on the next unknown, betting on his talent and future, and on his future achievements.

As early as noon today, the Sifang Pavilion had already received news from the Hanmu Academy, and the thin young man in front of him was a wizard of the three ways of cultivation of the Array Martial Fu Clan.

Before reaching the sixteenth, you can carve the wind seal, easily break the four unique formations, and the realm of the six knots can compete with the strong of the heavenly veins......

Yan Wuyi has the confidence to gamble with the Sifang Pavilion, it depends on whether Mr. Yuye dares to accept it.

The mood of this old man, who was like a withered tree, was finally slowly shaken, or he was ready to gamble as early as when he decided to see him.

"What do you want?"

Mr. Yuye's chapped lips moved slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he asked directly.

Although there was some knowingly disgust, his tone was still mixed with a hint of coercion.

A piece of news, and three things that the young man Tianjiao should do, Mr. Yuye knows which is more important.

Even if Yan Wuyi didn't reach the level that satisfied him in the future, the Sifang Pavilion wouldn't suffer much damage, but if Yan Wuyi could really fulfill his talent, then the things that the Sifang Pavilion could get would definitely be much more than he had paid.

"Presumably, you already knew about the slaughter of Duan Mansion, and you took the liberty to come here, just to ask Mr. where my little sister Wuyu is now. Yan Wuyi said in a deep voice with a happy face.

This Mr. Yuye is indeed much stranger than he imagined, but after a little thought, he answered the gamble.

Jiangshang Qiuling Quadrangular Pavilion, Mr. Yuye is not empty, if he doesn't even know, I'm afraid that the little sister is in danger, but since he dares to ask, he must be completely sure.