Yan Xiluo looked at Su Yuluo who walked in front of him, and looked at her carefully, "You are Su Yuluo?"

Looking at the old man in a gorgeous robe in front of him, Su Yuluo not only complained in his heart: So old, still dressed like this? It's not those amorous people, it looks like I'm going to have to be careful.

However, she still said very respectfully: "The little girl Su Yuluo has seen the owner of Wei Zhuang."

Yan Xiluo's eyes narrowed slightly, she saw the vigilance in the depths of Su Yuluo's eyes, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "As soon as you come, you want to break into the mountain, this doesn't seem to be in line with the rules."

Su Yuluo knew that the other party was asking the master to ask for the guilt, but thinking that she was sending someone under the fence, she had to bow her head and admit her mistake: "I'm sorry Master Wei, it's the little woman who is reckless, and I hope that the owner of the village, Haihan."

"Huh." Yan Xiluo flicked his sleeves, turned to leave, and then said softly, "Follow me."

"Yes." Su Yuluo said respectfully, and then hurriedly followed.

After going around the villa, Yan Xiluo took Su Yuluo to the courtyard of the back mountain.

As soon as he entered the house, Yan Xiluo quickly closed the doors and windows, locked them, and checked the window paper for chips.

This move made Su Yuluo's vigilance rise again, and she unconsciously stroked her hand on the hilt of the knife. She felt that the old man in front of her seemed to be about to do something wrong to her, she calmed her breathing, and her sharp eyes stared at the old man in front of her.

"Why are you so nervous? Besides, what kind of eyes do you have?" Yan Xiluo asked with a smile.

"Nervous?" Su Yuluo sneered, "I don't know my face but I don't know my heart, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!" Her voice grew colder.

Yan Xiluo was confused for a while, and he looked at Su Yuluo very puzzled, "What kind of person and that kind of person? Why, you're trying to make a big fuss about the Famous Sword Villa."

"Oh, cowardly, go die, you are not ashamed." Su Yuluo glared angrily, and the long knife on his waist was instantly unsheathed and slashed at Yan Xiluo's neck.

Yan Xiluo shook his head with a faint smile, the other party misunderstood what he meant, he stretched out his right hand unhurriedly and firmly clamped Su Yuluo's knife.

"How is this possible, how can you know how to jujutsu." Su Yuluo looked at the old man in front of him with a shocked expression, the other party only relied on two fingers to defuse her offensive with at least eighty percent of her strength, and the strength used seemed to be the same as hers.

"Because, we are from the same school." Yan Xiluo chuckled and explained to her, "I think you misunderstood, I closed the doors and windows just now, not because I wanted to do something wrong, but because I had something important to say to you." With that, he slowly let go of his hand.

Su Yuluo didn't choose to strike again, but quickly put away the long knife, intending to test the other party first: "Is there anything that you have to close the doors and windows to say?"

Yan Xiluo smiled faintly, then turned around, and tore off a piece of dough from his chin with his right hand. When he turned around again, his face had changed drastically.

Looking at the handsome and stunningly handsome man in front of her, with a face like a well-carved mustache, Su Yuluo couldn't help but open her mouth wide, she pointed to Yan Xiluo's face, and she couldn't speak.

"This is the way I am." Yan Xiluo spoke, "Because I was entrusted by Wei Tinglu on his deathbed, I took his place and continued to sit in the Famous Sword Villa."

Su Yuluo smiled awkwardly, looked at Yan Xiluo apologetically, and clenched his hands unconsciously: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood what you meant just now."

"It's fine." Yan Xiluo waved his hand indifferently, "How can you say that you are also your own family." Looking at Su Yuluo's puzzled expression, Yan Xiluo explained, "Don't you want to ask me why I know how to do jujutsu."

Su Yuluo nodded his forehead and looked at Yan Xiluo with a curious expression.

"It was my master who taught me, and through your sword posture just now, I have already determined that your sword posture is no different from mine, plus Yang Ming told me in detail in the letter before, so I can be sure that your sword technique is definitely related to our master."

"So, you're Yang Ming's senior brother?" Su Yuluo guessed.

"No, I'm his junior brother." The words are calm

"Because I'm just Master's outer disciple, and Senior Brother is Master's closed disciple."

Su Yuluo bowed slightly, she naturally knew the gold content of the closed disciple, remembering what Yang Ming had said before, she said with a bitter face: "How to say, you are also my senior uncle and ancestor."

"Why do you care about this?" Yan Xiluo walked to the coffee table and poured a cup of tea for Su Yuluo. "Do you like tea?" As he spoke, he brought the teacup to Su Yuluo.

Su Yuluo nodded, took the teacup and took a sip. Feeling the taste of tea, she was overjoyed and took several sips in a row. After drinking, she didn't forget to praise, "Uncle Shi, what kind of tea are you? Why have I never drunk it, and it's too high."...

Nanjue is rich in black tea, and most of the tea customers are mainly black tea; Beili is rich in green tea, and is most famous for its spring tea on the edge of the West Lake.

"You can just call me Brother Yan, Uncle Shi sounds weird; Besides, I'm not that old." Pouring himself a cup, he continued, "The green tea you can drink in Nanjue is not too high-quality. High-quality tea, the dignitaries and dignitaries who left the north are not enough to drink, how can they trade it in the south. So, you get the idea." Yan Xiluo also finished a drink.

"By the way, Brother Yan." Su Yuluo remembered something, "Yang Ming asked me to bring him some good tea from you next time we meet."

"Got it." Yan Xiluo rolled his eyes and complained, "You know that you can get my wool."

After complaining, he turned his head to look at Su Yuluo: "You have been living in the mountain behind me these days, what do you say." I have extra room here."

Su Yuluo thought about it, and then looked at Yan Xiluo with a look of hope, "Brother Yan, can you teach me martial arts?" I feel like you're a little better at jujutsu than I am." After speaking, he didn't forget to wink at Yan Xiluo.

"Yes, but you've just arrived today, so let's rest for the night." He walked to the door and slowly opened the door, "I heard from Senior Brother that you have injuries on your body, how are you doing now?"

"Healed."

"That'll do." Yan Xiluo led her towards the room next to her, "This room is usually cleaned up, you just need to move in with your bag, remember to find me if you have anything, I still have something to go out for, you can rest in the house first."

"Okay, Brother Yan."

Coming out of the back mountain, Yan Xiluo regained his disguise, and he quickly came to a dark corner.

There was a man dressed in black, who had been waiting here for a long time. Seeing Yan Xiluo's arrival, the man hurriedly saluted respectfully and said, "Old Wei."

"Hmm!" Yan Xiluo nodded, "Let you send the imitation sword out, there is no problem in the middle."

"Nope." The man continued, "We threw those imitation swords to those charlatans, who only care about profit and don't ask much at all."

Yan Xiluo bowed slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "After this batch of swords comes out, the work of imitating swords can be stopped." After a pause, he continued, "If we get too much, someone will inevitably find out about us. And when it is over, give it to the brethren." As he spoke, he threw a bag of silver to him.