If Qin Youyou was not ruthless enough and had too many scruples and hesitations, the person who fell on the snow coldly and stiffly at the moment might be replaced by her, Yan Di felt cold as long as he thought of that scene. (天天Chinese.)

The person who has been refined into a living puppet is mentally injured, and there will be no chance of recovery in this life, so for Yan Di, although it is a pity and a pity to find Mei's death, it is inevitable.

The originally cheerful mood was suddenly overshadowed.

The palace began to conduct a strict investigation, and the Holy Son of Xuguang saw the failure of Xunmei, and also knew that he could not stay in the palace for a long time, so he did not hesitate to erase all clues and sneak out of the palace that day to find his master Jiang Rulian.

Thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.

In the days of the Great Yan Fei, the inside and outside of the stable were white, and even the area around Sidi Township, the forbidden land of the Yan clan, was also covered in boundless white snow.

On an unknown mountain, a man sat cross-legged on a boulder on the top of the mountain, dressed in a white robe that almost blended into the snowy scene.

He looked no more than thirty or forty years old, his hair was black but his temples were white, and the goose feathers and snow fell on this person's body and turned into white smoke and dispersed silently, and he sat motionless in the snow like this, as if he had been sitting for thousands of years.

It wasn't until the figure of He Xichao, the Holy Son of Xuguang, approached, that the indifferent expression on his face loosened a little.

"How?" He asked calmly, without looking back at the person behind him, still looking at the direction of the forbidden land in Sidi Township from a distance, as if he could see through all the barriers and see the depths of the forbidden land.

The Holy Son of Xuguang put away his usual attitude of exile, and said respectfully: "Yan Di's precautions are extremely strict, and the disciple has not succeeded."

Sitting on the boulder, the middle-aged man is none other than Jiang Rulian, the leader of the Divine Sect who is famous all over the world!

Except for Jiang Rulian, who is known as the world's number one master, there is no one in time who can make the Holy Son of Xuguang answer with such a humble and honest attitude, not even his father.

It's just because the Holy Son of Xuguang understands very well that everything about himself is given by the master in front of him, and he is far from reaching the realm of his master.

"When Yan Di hit your senior brother hard, he was already at least a fifteenth-rank martial saint." Jiang Rulian sighed lightly and said.

He was in retreat for ten years, but he didn't expect Yan to come up with such a tricky character. Even Yan Di's brother Yan is much more powerful than he imagined.

Yan Di's cultivation is almost the same as his. It must have also cultivated the magical technique passed down by the Holy Ancestor.

Today, apart from him, there are still people who can cultivate that set of exercises with such harsh conditions, he has all kinds of coincidences, but how did Yan Di do it?

Maybe all the secrets are in this forbidden place.

The forbidden land of the Yan clan was right in front of him, and the secrets of his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and ancestors that he never forgot were less than ten miles away from him, but it seemed like the end of the world was close to him. Forever out of reach.

He had indeed squeezed into the eighteenth-rank top martial saint realm, but there were not only tens of thousands of royal guards stationed near Sidi Township, but also countless hidden powerhouses of the Yan clan.

These elders of the Yan clan may have no cultivation comparable to him, but together, they are a force that is enough to give him a headache. Not to mention the many institutions in the forbidden area. It was almost impossible for him to force his way through.

How powerful the Holy Ancestor's mechanism was, he had seen it in the Midnight City Palace before.

If it was more than 10 years ago. Jiang Rulian may feel resentful, and even give it a go. But now, he could only smile wryly and shake his head.

The peak of the eighteen-rank martial saint sounds very majestic, but it is also very dangerous, and the cultivation in the body is excessive, which may immediately lead to life and death, and he is forced to be promoted to the 6th Earth Immortal. Maybe it will be wiped out, or it may be limited by the laws of heaven and earth, and it will be out of the mundane, and it will not interfere in the affairs of the world.

Either way. None of them were something he was willing to bear.

A few days ago, he entered the palace alone to get rid of Yan's henchmen, and by the way, he hit many masters in the Xiangyue Palace, thinking that with his current cultivation, he should be nine out of ten. Unexpectedly, it fell short.

Thinking of Yan You's fearless words in the palace, Jiang Rulian had to admit that his state of mind had been greatly affected.

Perhaps God destined that their branch would be cut off from his hands, or perhaps from the moment their branch was expelled from the Yan clan, they were destined to never re-enter the Yan clan......

What if he let him stay in Yan's? He has no children and no daughters, to whom will he pass on all that he has gained?

Jiang Rulian pondered for a moment and said, "You don't have to venture into the palace again, the two brothers Yan Di and Yan are immortal, and it is useless to kill a few inconsequential people."

The Holy Son of Xuguang rolled his eyes and smiled: "The apprentice wants to catch Yan Di's new princess to be a little maid for the master."

"Nonsense." Jiang Rulian reprimanded lightly, but he didn't mean much to blame, he had no children, and almost regarded the three disciples as his own sons, so he couldn't help but be a little more tolerant and indulgent to them.

However, he suddenly remembered something and said strangely: "Yan Di, he actually married a wife?!" What is the background of this woman? Can you be married to Yan Di?"

The Holy Son of Xuguang didn't quite understand why Master cared about Yan Di's marriage, but Qin Youyou was a gift he planned to give to Master, and he was going to mention her originally, so he replied: "That's true, that woman's name is Qin Youyou, and she is a disciple of Qi Tianle, the Holy Hand of Heavenly Craft, and it is very likely that their master and apprentice will be able to understand the strange symbols on Master's drawings." A few months ago, the apprentice sent people to hunt her down, but she escaped by throwing herself into the river and was rescued by Yan Di. Not long after Yan Di brought her back to Xiangyue Kingdom, there was news that he was going to marry her as a concubine. ”

"More than half a month ago, she and Yan Di entered the forbidden land in front of her to worship her ancestors, and only left the forbidden land a few days ago and returned to Midnight City. As for her and Yan Di, they are really husband and wife, and they are not sure. The apprentice has a portrait of Qin Youyou here, and the master will understand it when he looks at it. I want to come and go with such a beauty...... It's hard to sit still. ”

The Son of Xuguang took out a roll of silk cloth from his sleeve and gently shook it open, revealing a portrait painted on the silk cloth.

As soon as Jiang Rulian came out of the customs, he learned that the eldest disciple had been seriously injured by Yan Di and had been in a coma for several years, and his heart was like a wrench, and he went all the way to Xiangyue Country to go straight to the palace and wanted to kill Yan Yandi and settle accounts with Yan Yandi.

He believed that he had reached the pinnacle of the world, so he did not correspond with his disciples, and it was not until today that he received news from his disciples and asked to meet here. So many things, he also heard about it.

He had also heard some rumors about the forbidden land from the mouth of his ancestors, and he was thinking about the news provided by the Holy Son of Xuguang, and his eyes turned to see the portrait on the painting clearly, and it was like being struck by lightning. His face changed.

"This portrait ......" Jiang Rulian snatched the portrait from the hand of the Holy Son of Xuguang, and his mind was in chaos.

The person in the painting looks very much like "her", but not "her", and "she" rarely shows such a cheerful and playful smile, even more than 20 years ago, "she" is the same age as the person in the painting. Nor has it ever been truly carefree.

"She is Qin Youyou, Feng Guiyun has already tacitly assumed that she is the daughter of his aunt Feng Yaoji." The Holy Son of Xuguang said frankly.

Daughter? Her daughter? No wonder it's so like...... It's just that when he thought of this girl's father, Jiang Rulian only felt that there seemed to be a poisonous fire burning in his heart!

What a c! You actually had children with that man!

Jiang Rulian suddenly chuckled, his laughter was full of sadness, and he finally stood up and said, "You don't have to worry about this matter anymore. Hurry back to Dolly as soon as possible to help your father prepare for war. ”

After speaking, he turned back and stopped looking at the Son of Xuguang.

"The apprentice wants to stay here and serve the master." Xuguang Holy Son Road.

"Whatever you want." Jiang Rulian's heart was so confused that he didn't have time to care about what his disciples were going to do.

The portrait was like a key that opened his chest memories of years ago.

The Son of Asahi stood behind him. He looked respectful, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the palace of Midnight City, the Queen Mother and the Emperor had already learned of Xunmei's death, and although they were sad, they quickly cleaned up their feelings. What can't be let go is Qin Youyou.

Until Yan Di returned to the palace, he was still a little embarrassed and couldn't lift his spirits.

Xiao Tinghua came with a black box and said, "Twelve Lang came to Brother Manzi, princess, look!"

Qin Youyou turned out the black box and thanked Xiao Tinghua for it. Cheer up, take the box back to the room, and see what's inside.

This box is a special "Hundred Treasures Box" made by the Wen family, which is not difficult for Qin Youyou, and after fiddling with it a few times, he heard a soft sound from the box. The lid popped up a bit.

Yan Di sat behind her, hugged her, and watched her open the box with great ease, and secretly happy that something diverted her attention.

The box contained a number of small items for women, as well as a letter.

"Huh? I thought it would be some kind of elixir baby. Uncle Xiang must have been disappointed if he knew that these things were in the treasure box. Qin Youyou was also disappointed.

Yan Di bit her ear lightly and snorted, "Your Uncle Xiang doesn't know about this at all, what's there to be disappointed in?"

"Don't know?"

"The contents of this box are what your brother Manzi wants to give you." The sourness in Yan Di's tone could be smelled even by the most dull person.

"Why did Brother Manzi lie to me? What did he send me for?" Qin Youyou will be suspicious.

The contents of the treasure box are clearly old things, not like things that will be given away.

And Brother Manzi wants to give her something, she can say it openly, why should he use the excuse that his master asked her to help open it?

She thought about it a little deeper, slowly understood, raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "You are making trouble and preventing Brother Manzi from communicating with me, right?!"

Yan Di smiled and didn't deny it, pointed to the letter in the box and said, "Look at what he said in the letter to you?"

Qin Youyou was very annoyed, but she still couldn't help it, and decided to wait until she read the letter before asking what bad things the monster Xianggong had done behind her back, and then clean him up according to the severity of the situation.