The face is red and white, the morning is fleeting, and the time in the memories is like lightning and flint, passing by in a dazzling eye. The three people who worshiped the Xianwen Pavilion together back then are no longer teenagers, and Yan Wufang inherited the mantle of Xu Wencai and became the owner of the Xianwen Pavilion, with a little more weight on his body, and he became more and more unsmiling.

Zhuang Jiang is amazingly talented, Wen Taowu is becoming more and more sophisticated, and his ambition is also rising, and the evil thoughts are in his heart, and he is no longer what he used to be.

And Lan Musk Er is still the simple-minded Lan Musk Er back then, but the people who drank and guessed boxing with her were no longer the old men, but Tiangang, Li Menglian and other junior boys.

It is not like Yan Wufang to shoulder the heavy responsibility, to sit in the Xianwen Pavilion, nor is it as overt and secretly calculating as Zhuang Jiang, Lan Musk Deer only carries a whistle stick and a jar of wine all the year round, and often mingles with wine and meat monks, unscrupulous Taoists and beggars who are not very famous; Confucianism attaches the most importance to etiquette, and even the kitchen is a place where gentlemen stay away, not to mention messing with such people? Knowing that Yan Wufang couldn't take care of this Lan Musk Deer, who was already a senior uncle, the elders of the Xianwen Pavilion were always angry and asked the old hall owner Xu Wencai to come out of the mountain to make decisions for them to cross out Lan Musk'er's name from the list of the Xianwen Pavilion, lest she ruin the reputation of the Xianwen Pavilion, but Xu Wencai's maintenance of her has never changed.

Li Menglian and this deviant little uncle of Xianwenguan are like-minded, and only he knows that this little uncle of Xianwenguan is not only both civil and military, but also has a lot of knowledge of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism.

Since then, Li Menglian has always introduced Lan Musk Deer as a confidant, because at this time, although Wen Zhai didn't like the rudeness of this person ignoring his seniority and calling him by his name, he met him with courtesy.

Lan Mu'er smiled and said: "Not drunk, not drunk, just such a little wine, we drank thirty jars of five people in the early rain building, this is also... How far is it to go?",

After speaking, he rubbed his eyes again, and said with drunken eyes: "Little Lianzi, I remember what you said the other day... Old man Lin of the Fish Dragon Academy has a fine bamboo tube wine in his private cellar, you have to steal it for me... What about wine?",

"Forehead ......",

Li Menglian's face was suddenly embarrassed.

It was all drunken talk from two years ago, and he had long forgotten it, but it was hard for her to remember.

"Also, you said to take me and the old hob meat... I went to steal the secret recipe of the apricot shop on South Street, why did I miss the appointment again?",

"Ahem......",

Li Menglian's old face turned red again.

Knowing his disciple's temperament, afraid that Lan Mu'er would tell him all the things in his half-drunk, Wen Zhai reluctantly glanced at the silver hard bow on Tiangang's back, and said, "Isn't that Zhuang Jiang's Heavenly Wolf Bow?

The wolf bow and the inner saint and the outer king are the treasures of the Xianwen Pavilion, and they have a long reputation in Confucianism, Xu Wencai abdicated and let Xian is pass on the wolf bow and the inner saint and the outer king's double sword to Yan Wufang, Yan Wufang thought that he was not good at archery, so he handed over the wolf bow to Zhuang Jiang for safekeeping; in the eyes of outsiders, Zhuang Jiang had no cultivation at all, so this bow was passed to Yi Xuan and Yi Lin successively, and now somehow this bow is in the hands of Lan Mu'er.

If he had the heart to look at it a few more times, he only felt a powerful force surging in the bow like a moon wave, as long as he guided this bow a little, it would have the power to chase the stars and the moon.

Tiangang said: "The wolf bow is the treasure of my Xianwen Pavilion, not Uncle Zhuang's personal possession, Zhuang Jiang's heart is not right, it is insulting to the master, and the hall owner has taken back the wolf bow",

This bow was originally forcibly snatched from Yi Lin's hands, Yi Lin was defeated in the Great Array of Ten Thousand Souls, his reputation plummeted, and when he returned to the Xianwen Pavilion, he was seriously injured.

Naturally, he couldn't announce this kind of thing, and said: "In terms of archery, Uncle Lan is even more far above Uncle Zhuang."

Although Lan Mu'er was drunk, she listened to this sentence, waved her hand and said with a smile: "That guy Zhuang Jiang... Hey... It's okay to read and write, but it's okay to talk about swordsmanship... Archery, she's far behind",

"Hmph, isn't it good to read and write?

In the heart of Wen Zhai, an old pedant, Zhuang Jiang, known as the "Pearl of Wenli", is much more clever than this deviant Lan Musk, but faintly heard that Zhuang Jiang's heart is not right, so he did not dwell on this topic, glanced at Tiangang and said: "You have all arrived at the gate of the Wu clan, but you don't go in, but what are you doing here?"

It's good that he didn't look at it, but when he looked at it, he found that there were still a few ambushes in the dark.

The mountain road in front of the Wu Clan was only a few miles long, but it gave him the feeling that all the grass and trees were soldiers.

Tiangang said with a smile: "Wenzhai seniors should know that this so-called reincarnated saint is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface, as far as I know, it is not known whether it is a curse or a blessing to go to the Wu Clan, and it is because the owner of the pavilion specially asked me to stay here to respond."

Although it has been confirmed that the Confucian blood disaster a few days ago was provoked by Zhuang Jiang, and the reincarnation of the saint is also inextricably linked with her, he can't say it clearly, and now in the eyes of outsiders, Zhuang Jiang is still a member of the Xianwen Pavilion, even if he wants to make the truth public, he will have to wait for Yan Wufang to properly solve this problem.

Wen Zhai frowned, looked back, and said, "Menglian, you should stay here too",

"Senior ......",

Li Menglian couldn't help but be stunned.

Wen Zhai said: "The murderer is still at large, and so many things have happened when I wait for the front foot to come and the back foot, how can the word 'coincidence' fool the past? If it is really a saint, it is the same no matter who you and I greet it, if it is not...... , you are with Mr. Lan, she can protect you well",

If it weren't for the saints, then this trip to the Northern Regions would definitely be a disaster.

But he didn't say it.

Lan Mu'er said drunkenly: "Old man Wenzhai... You... What a cunning, such an unconscious student... Delivery... Leave it to me",

"There is Mr. Lauran",

Wen Zhai made a gesture to her, and regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, he led a group of disciples and went straight away.

Lan Mu'er could only shrug her shoulders, patted the dirt beside her, and signaled that Li Menglian and the others had their own presence, so they didn't have to worry about anything......

After a while, a few more people came along the mountain path, led by the girl with a bewitching posture, a beautiful and charming face, eyebrows like daisies, eyes like stars, she smiled, but people who were familiar with her would never feel warm when they saw her spring flower-like smile.

They only feel a bone-chilling cold.