In the backyard of the Jianghu Inn, the woman in red came to the study of the big shopkeeper Wei Xian under the leadership of Uncle Liu.

Wei Xian was still sitting at his desk in a dark blue robe, and behind him there were all kinds of books on the shelves, such as the geographical chronicles of various states, the Zongheng family, the Yin and Yang family, the military family, and the Confucian classics.

The woman in red looked at the bookshelf behind him, bypassed the big shopkeeper, and picked up a masterpiece of soldiers "Nine Pushes and Nine Performances" by herself, which was written by Bai Zheming, a master of the art of war in the former dynasty.

"I didn't see you so willing to study back then, why, you are a martial artist in the Tianxuan Realm and now want to compete for a place in the Temple of Literature?"

The upper three realms, the eight realms, and the Tianxuan realm.

"Sit down by yourself."

Facing the ridicule of the woman in red, Wei Xian did not have any annoyed appearance, the woman came to the chair opposite him and sat down, and placed the broadsword in her hand on the table.

"This knife is ......"

Wei Xian looked at the black broadsword on the table with a surprised gaze, there was a bit of caution in his eyes, this was not an ordinary knife.

"Yes, this is the butcher's knife that killed one hundred and twenty-three lives in the Yanwang Mansion back then, and since then their ghosts have been lodged in it, and then by chance, I got this knife from the abbot of the National Temple in Jingcheng City."

Fourteen years ago, one hundred and twenty-three people of Yanwangfu were beheaded in Chang'an City, blood flowed all over the ground, the torrential rain fell for three days and failed to wash away the blood stains on the bluestone slab, according to the people of the capital at that time, the first seven days, just into the beginning of autumn, hail in the sky, ghost crying, wailing sounded in the capital all night, Zhenguo Temple presided over Yongjue Abbot and Qiyunguan Lingxu Heavenly Master jointly put down ninety-nine square circle Jiao, leading the spirit to cross the evil array before the one hundred and twenty-three souls into a butcher's knife, returned to Zhenguo Temple Yongjue Abbot died that night, And Ling Xutian Master left a proverb and also ascended to the immortal.

"Scattered white snow, reflecting on the universe.

He came out of the world day by day, and collapsed and never existed. ”

The two peak cultivators of the Heavenly Power Realm were worthy of heaven and earth in their lives, benefiting one party.

But for the seal, one hundred and twenty-three souls, including King Yan, exhausted all their blessings.

Looking at this ghost-headed knife, Wei Xian's hand on the table was clenched tightly, he tried his best not to think about the incident back then, he said word by word:

"I am very righteous to Yan Wangren, and now I just want to take a pair of children to live the life I want, and I don't ...... other things"

"Bang!"

Without waiting for Wei Xian to finish speaking, the woman in red slapped the table suddenly, stood up and stared at the big shopkeeper with her eyes.

"Wei Xian, the former deputy marshal of the Luxury Yue Wolf Army, killed people with a knife at the age of twelve, followed the king of Yan to reject the Khitan in the north for 27 years, and conquered Tiele in the east, with 216 large and small battles, and never timid."

The next moment, this tall middle-aged man, the mountain in the hearts of the people in the inn, his eyes were red at the moment, he propped his hands on the table, his fingers clasped the corner of the table, and his nails were deeply sunk into the plank.

"I just want to live a peaceful life with my two children now!"

When he said this, the big shopkeeper's body trembled slightly, as if he had made a lot of determination.

The woman in red smiled faintly, picked up the pitch-black butcher knife on the table, and said:

"Make room for me, I'll be staying here for a long time now."

Wei Xian nodded, the woman in red turned around and left, and when she was about to go out, she turned her head and said to the big shopkeeper:

"That kid really looks like my sister, you're very good."

"He's my son! They are my children! ”

"Well, I know, I just said you're good."

With that, she turned and walked out the door with a smile on her face.

In the hall of the inn, the young shopkeeper was still lying on the table, and when he saw the woman in red coming out, Wei Zigeng immediately called out to her.

"Wait a minute."

The woman in red looked at the young man in front of her, her expression a lot softer.

"What's the matter? Stinky boy. ”

"Do you really know my mother? Can you tell me about my mother? ”

The woman in red smiled and was about to get the head of the shopkeeper, but he easily avoided it, she didn't care, and said with a smile:

"Your mother is my sister, and we still have a big brother, so it's not too much for you to call me a third aunt, call a third aunt to listen, and I'll tell you."

"Three...... Third aunt. ”

The woman in red smiled even more, she reached out and touched the young man's head, this time Wei Zigeng did not dodge.

"Good nephew, but the third aunt has something to do now, I'll talk to you when I have time, let's go first."

Looking at the bright red back, Wei Zigeng was stunned in place, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and said.

"It's still too little experience in the rivers and lakes!"

The woman in red carried the black ghost head knife and walked towards the inner city, with a beautiful face, a sassy heroic posture, and the eyes that came and went kept moving on her, and occasionally several young scholars were subconsciously avoided by her glance and lowered their heads.

"Why don't you like me?"

The woman in red said silently, and then laughed self-deprecatingly.

Inner city, Yuyu Building.

This towering building has stood in Yuzhou City for an unknown number of years, and even the people in the city rarely see anyone coming out of this high-rise building. At this moment, the woman in red stood at the door of Yuyu Building and knocked on the door with the broadsword in her hand.

With a "crunch", the door of the three zhang Gao slowly opened, and the woman took out the iron card and pointed at the young immortal monk inside the door, and then she entered the building.

The hall was pitch black and empty, and the only thing beside her was the whitefriar who opened the door for her.

"In Xia Yan Xin, come here to pick up the things that my sister Yan Rong once stored here."

"Wait a minute."

As soon as the words fell, the candles on the wall were all lit up in the next moment, and countless bookshelves appeared, neatly arranged, and the plaque in the center was the eye-catching four gilded characters "Jubao Fairy Pavilion". Dozens of whitefriars walked among the shelves, organizing the books in an orderly manner, re-labeling, classifying, or copying them.

"It turns out that the entire Yuyu Building is a treasure of the Cave Heaven, although I have already learned from my sister, but it is still very shocking, that great immortal is really a big hand."

After a while, a white-clothed monk flew towards Yan Xin with a book with a blue cover and a long gray cloth bag, his face was like a crown of jade, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his temperament was high, there was no sorrow or joy, his eyes revealed a blankness about anything, and the word "Yuyu" was embroidered with black silk thread on his chest.

"This is where Yan Rong Heroine stayed, according to the original agreement, the ancient books can be copied and recorded by my Yuyulou, I hope you know."

Yan Xin nodded slightly, reached out and took the blue book and the gray long cloth bag in the hand of the white-clothed monk, and Juanxiu's font had four words written on the cover.

"Fragments of Instruments".

Flipping through the book, Yan Xin took a cursory look at it to confirm, she hadn't read the contents, what made him so sure was that the book was copied by her sister herself, and she was brought up by her sister since she was a child, teaching her to write and read, and she was naturally familiar with her sister's handwriting.

"Again, my Yuyulou still has to remind Yan Nuxia that this book will definitely be coveted by other monks after leaving this building, and with the cultivation of the Kaiyang Realm after the woman has lost her natal object, I hope to think twice."

When Yan Xin in red heard this, he hugged his fists and said with a smile:

"Thank you for the kindness of the little immortal master, this will not bother Yuyulou, please send the little immortal master out of the building."

The whitefriar nodded emotionlessly, not showing any emotion, as if he was not in the same world as them.

As soon as the picture turned, the candle flame went out, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and the appearance of pitch black returned to their eyes, and they returned to the first floor.

Pushing open the gate, the street was full of people, but no one noticed the movement of Yuyu Building, nor did they notice that a person came out of it.

Jianghu Inn, noon.

Wei Ziqing came in from outside the door with a knife, and countless people in the inn nodded slightly at her, Wei Ziqing smiled and nodded in return.

When I came to the counter, I saw my brother Wei Zigeng holding his cheeks in his hands, his brows furrowed into a deep Sichuan character pattern, and he kept muttering something in his mouth.

"Dude? What are you thinking? ”

She stretched out her Qianqianyu hand and stretched out to the eyebrows of the young shopkeeper, trying to smooth the Sichuan character lines on her brother's forehead, but the door of her head was touched, and the young shopkeeper subconsciously avoided it, and only then was she relieved to see her sister in front of him.

"What's the matter, brother, why is it like losing your soul?"

With a long exhalation, Wei Zigeng said: "Ziqing, I saw a woman today, extremely beautiful, and ......"

Wei Ziqing stretched out his hand, covered the mouth of the young shopkeeper, silenced with one hand, and the corners of his eyes kept turning, and the young man subconsciously looked behind her, only to see Zhou Ying, who was dressed in Confucian green clothes, standing behind her at the moment, with a smile on her face, but her eyes were a little lonely.

Wei Zigeng seemed to know that he had said something wrong, so he hurriedly took his sister's hand away and hurriedly said, "You little girl, can you listen to me." ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to smirk at Zhou Ying twice.

"And the woman said that her mother is her sister, and they have a big brother above them, so she is our third aunt!"

As soon as these words came out, Wei Ziqing was stunned, and the other hand was still making a silent gesture, looking at her brother like this, unable to speak for a long time, but Zhou Ying's eyes behind her were much smarter at the moment.

"This is true, we have a mother? We're mothers, aren't we, brother! ”

Wei Ziqing, who was always hippie and smiling in the past, was a little dazed at the moment, tears rolling in her eyes, although Wei Zigeng was not as strong as his sister's performance, but he knew this feeling.

Women are sensual, they are sensible earlier than men, and they also know how to hide their emotions deeply before men.

"Well, we also have mothers."

There is a reason why the two brothers and sisters are so excited, fourteen years ago, Wei Xian came to Yuzhou City with two infant children to join his friend Zhou Fangru, Zhou Ying was already two years old at that time, and he saw the brother and sister at the age of babbling.

When they were young, the children in Yuzhou City always said that "the two of them are wild children, they were picked up", never took the initiative to play with them, and even bullied them. At that time, Zhou Ying would always stand in front of them as a sister, and the three of them were like brothers.

Chen Yanyu's favorite Jianghu inn shopkeeper Wei Xian is known to the whole Yuzhou City, at that time the inn was just starting, Chen Yanyu often took care of "how a big man can take a good child" as the reason, she regarded the brothers and sisters as their own children, and did their best, so in the hearts of their brothers and sisters, Chen Yanyu was her mother.

Now, for the first time, they have heard about their mother's relatives in other people's mouths, and how they are not excited, even their own father has not mentioned this matter for fourteen years.

Looking at these two people, one is his close friend, the other is his favorite person, both are childhood sweethearts, Zhou Ying smiled, tears in her eyes.

"Brother, what about her? What about the third aunt? ”

"She's out on something, why don't we go ask Dad?" They had just met and didn't know what they were talking about. ”

The two calmed down and headed to the backyard.

"Zi Geng, Zi Qing, come, come to the third aunt."

The two suddenly turned their heads, only to see a person dressed in red, with a high ponytail on his head, a goose egg face, eyebrows like a spring breeze, eyes like stars, a high nose bridge, slender lips, a little vermilion dotted on it, a smile on her face, carrying a gray long cloth bag on her shoulder, holding a black ghost head knife in her hand, she is not more than thirty years old, but it reveals a beauty different from her age, charming but not vulgar, beautiful but not demonic.

"Such a beautiful woman."

Zhou Ying was stunned at the moment, she had never seen such a beautiful woman, and then she seemed to think of something, and turned her head to look at Wei Ziqing again, the two of them were almost the same, red clothes with high ponytails, and heroic posture.

The young shopkeeper on the side was also a little stunned, at first he only saw Yan Xin, so he didn't find any clues, but when she stood with his sister, he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

The boy thought to himself:

"Hey, hey, Ziqing won't be your daughter, so who am I? Mother and daughter recognize each other, will I be kicked out of the house? ”

Yan Xin seemed to see the young man's thoughts, and smiled and flicked lightly on the young man's forehead.

"Stinky boy, what do you think? I am sisters with your mother, so it's natural to look alike. ”

The four people present all laughed, laughing so real but so illusory.

Yan Xin, who returned to the inn, did not say much to the brother and sister, and walked straight into the inner courtyard and came to Wei Xian's study.

"The room thinks you've cleaned up, just let Uncle Liu take you over, I won't interfere in your affairs, but you are not allowed to make up your mind about my two children."

Wei Xian didn't look up when he spoke, he looked at a Confucian classic book with his own care, expounding the way of the mean, in fact, this is the way of doing things for so many years that will make him prosperous in the rivers and lakes.

As stated in the book:

"The gentleman is moderate, the villain is anti-modest, the gentleman is modest, the gentleman is sometimes middle, the villain is mean, and the villain is unscrupulous."

Yan Xin didn't think much of his reaction, in fact, she was already used to it, when she was in the army, he didn't like her very much, a little girl who liked to charge into battle.

"This is what my sister left for Ziqing and Zigeng brothers and sisters, and I took it from Yuyulou."

She placed a long gray cloth bag and a thread-bound book with a blue cover on his desk. Hearing this, Wei Xian suddenly raised his head to look at the two items on the table, and then looked up at the woman in red in front of him.

"I don't agree, if Zi Geng wants to practice martial arts, I will naturally teach him personally, but let him learn this, you will hurt him. And Ziqing, don't think about it, her right hand was injured many years ago, and it is impossible to pick up the blood-draining gun again. ”

Wei Xian's tone was resolute, he rarely spoke with others in such a tone, and he had already used such a tone twice today, so much so that he had to use reading a book to calm his mood.

"This is my sister, their mother left it to them, it's up to you to decide whether to learn or not, and besides, the affairs of my Yan family ......"

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Xian slapped his palm on the table, and the qi of the pure martial arts of the upper three realms contained a murderous aura that instantly filled the entire study, but at the same time, it was well controlled in this room, an invisible barrier cut off the connection between this heaven and earth and the outside world.

If Wei Xian used all his strength, with his cultivation of pure martial arts in the upper three realms, he could easily defeat the spirit of an ordinary middle and fourth realm cultivator just by relying on his explosive momentum.

Seeing this scene, she knew that she had said the wrong thing, this sentence touched Wei Xian's reverse scales, she bent down slightly, two hands on the top of her head, trying her best to resist this majestic coercion, the black ghost head knife in her hand suddenly burst out of billowing black gas, and suddenly the ghost cried wolf howl, the temperature of the study was a few points lower, and the pen holder where the brush was placed was covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

"Wei Xian, it doesn't have to be like this."

The black qi emanating from the broadsword gradually condensed into a figure, tall and burly, and behind him were dense small figures.

Suddenly, the majestic coercion disappeared in an instant, and the moment the momentum disappeared, this space returned to this world.

Yan Xin stood up and gasped heavily, with her cultivation in the middle four realms, she had almost no chance of winning in the face of the upper three realms, not to mention a pure martial artist who was known for killing.

The black mist returned to the scabbard, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared and disappeared, Wei Xian sighed, carefully put away the books on the table and put them on the bookshelf behind, and then picked up the gray cloth bag and the blue thread-bound books and came to Yan Xin and said.

"You come with me."

Wei Xian came to Bogu Rack, slowly turned a vase on the shelf, the wall shook, and a door appeared in front of them, the big shopkeeper lit a torch in the passage, and walked inside, behind him was Yan Xin, who was still a little out of breath, and immediately she didn't dare to say a word more.

At the beginning, it was extremely narrow, and only then did it pass people, and dozens of steps forward suddenly opened up.

This is a secret room of about ten square meters, with only a long case, an incense burner, a hanging sandalwood, a jar of wine, three wine bowls and four wordless spiritual seats on the long table.

Looking at everything in front of her, Yan Xin had mixed feelings, she didn't know what to say, he knew who was enshrined in the wordless spiritual position in front of her.

"Let's stick incense."

Sandalwood was lit and inserted into the incense burner on the table, the black broadsword in Yan Xin's hand suddenly took off his hand, surrounded by black gas, and three figures walked out of it, one figure was tall and burly, wearing dark gold armor, red piping, wearing a black hairband, beard, and dignified appearance. Next to him were two children, a boy and a girl, who were held by his hand.

The moment he saw the three of them, Wei Xian couldn't control himself anymore, he was in tears, kneeling on his knees, tears dripping down one by one, he wanted to reach out and grab something, but he didn't have the courage after all.

This man, the most prestigious shopkeeper in the rivers and lakes, one of the few martial artists in the upper three realms of the Great Li Dynasty, was crying silently at the moment, and he couldn't afford to kneel for a long time.