The senses and divine senses of the Nine Rank Cultivator were so keen, the person behind him actually slapped himself on the shoulder silently, it would not be too difficult to easily seriously injure or even kill himself, he turned around and saw a face that was exactly the same as his current one.

"Brother Yun!"

Yan Xiaoliu's biting back molars finally loosened, and he couldn't help crying at Yan Yunhuai, but he only cried a few times, then restrained his emotions, and silently turned around to continue to sort out Yan Bosheng's remains.

Yan Xiaoliu said that he was Yan Yunhuai's scholar, but it was better to say that he was his younger brother, the younger brother who had been following in his footsteps.

Seeing Yan Xiaoliu's movements, Yan Yunhuai didn't stop it, but just looked at the corpse carefully with his eyes to confirm whether it was his master's.

……

Yan Huanan, who returned to his Yunhuai Mountain Courtyard, soon received a message from the main courtyard.

Luo Xinyou is back, and the eldest girl also brought two guests back to the young master's mansion.

In other words, the real Yan Yunhuai that the Gu clan reported to him was likely to have returned.

At this time, the Yanshan elders who supported Yan Huanan and the elders of several major sects that he had attracted had already gathered in the council hall.

The Great Elder of Purple Gold Peak was the first to speak, and he was the highest in the audience, and if he didn't speak, it was not easy for others to say anything first.

"Childe, we have already notified our respective sects, early tomorrow morning, the head of the sect will take someone to Yanshan, if Yan Yunhuai changes from fake to real, why will we be embarrassed tomorrow?"

Many people nodded their heads, all wanting to ask this question, but everyone turned their heads to each other, and the second elder of Guixian Island snorted coldly in disdain.

"Yan Yunhuai has been missing for many years, and he has announced his death before, and now he is back, but the old family master has been buried, who can prove that he is Yan Yunhuai, and not pretended?"

"But Luo Xinyu ......"

An elder of Yanshan was about to say something, but was blocked by Yan Huanan on the main seat.

"Luo Xinyou's words are not to be believed, Elder Aqiu, why don't you tell you why our young master of Yanshan died three hundred years ago!"

The representative of the Gu clan who was hiding in the corner on the side uncovered his hood, Na Que Ruxin was still cultivating because she was punished by the clan rules, and she couldn't appear in front of people, because this Elder Aqiu came on behalf of her, and it also represented that this abandoned Gu clan had decided not to jump sideways.

Elder Aqiu is very beautiful, she is from the Xilan Tribe, and she is the sister of the head of the Xilan Tribe.

She nodded to Yan Huanan and explained to everyone:

"In order to befriend the Yanshan forces, our Shaodu tribe gave a poisonous Gu carefully cultivated by the clan to the wife of the young master of Yan."

Seeing that the elders looked puzzled, she continued:

"Shaodu said that she also saw Young Master Yan on the day of the Gu gift, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured, but within a few days, Young Master Yan was seriously injured and died, and Shaodu was outside the coffin and sensed the breath of the poisonous Gu."

"Shhhhh

The Yanshan elder who had just spoken let out an inhalation, turned his expression to joy, and said:

"Okay! Luo Xinyou actually poisoned my young master of Yanshan, and now he has come up with a fake young master to deceive me and others! Hahahaha! Tomorrow, let's see if the old guys in the Law Enforcement Hall still protect her! ”

Everyone looked shocked, eccentric, and finally all smiled uniformly, good things, good things, with this handle, this Yan Yunhuai can only be fake, this young master of Yanshan can only be Yan Huanan in order, oh no, it is the new master of Yanshan, it can only be the great-great-great-grandson of the old master, Yan Huanan.

While everyone was delighted, a young girl sitting at the end of the table scratched her head and asked the white-clothed monk who was admiring the blue on the wall:

"Master, shall I give him a shot directly? I don't think there are many people here who look like good people, but my air cannon only has six rounds, and I have to recharge when I run out. ”

When the representative of a certain middle-level sect sitting next to her heard this, he turned his head and looked over, he and this girl and several people around him were the lowest status in this hall, and they sat far away from Yan Huanan, and they didn't have any right to speak, but they were just responsible for conveying the order to their own sect after listening.

"Shhhh Which family are you the representative of, there is no place for us to speak here, beware of disturbing the elders of the upper sect to talk about business, and when the time comes, give your sect small shoes to wear. ”

Ignoring the representative's kind reminder, Bai Buyan walked to Tang Xiao's side, his eyes still wandering between several pairs of danqing.

"Master, do you like these?"

Bai Buyan nodded:

"I didn't expect that there are such calligraphy and painting in Yanshan, the artistic conception in the painting is integrated into the Tao, these pairs can be regarded as the magic weapon of the ink treasure above the nine products, this one contains a lot of good, the aura is very strong, and it is a good place to plant spiritual plants."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Tang Xiao and said firmly:

"There must be a lot of good stuff."

Tang Xiao's eyes lit up, and he immediately looked at the other Danqing, and nodded with a smile.

Good guys, baby in the painting! It hung in a place where everyone could see, which was really something she didn't expect.

Hearing that these two were discussing such a terrible matter, the sect representative who persuaded Tang Xiao not to speak was dumbfounded, could this be said in front of everyone?

As a subordinate sect, he didn't have any consciousness, he was afraid that his behavior of talking to the little girl just now would make others think that they knew each other, so he would implicate his own sect, so he quickly sat farther away.

In addition to him, of course, there were other people who heard the conversation between the master and apprentice, although their voices were not loud, and there were the voices of the elders of the upper sect discussing at the scene, but the cultivation of those present was not low.

Yan Huanan in the first place had already looked at it, and after seeing that it was two extremely ordinary monks, one big and one small, he couldn't remember which sect these two belonged to for a while, so he said with a smile:

"This fellow Daoist's eyes are vicious, could it be that which Danqing master is it?"

Bai Buyan didn't pay attention to his question, but said to Tang Xiao:

"Won't it be too noisy?"

Tang Xiao nodded, but still found to make up for it:

"There's a funeral going on here, so it's normal to cry!"

Bai Buyan nodded, and Tang Xiao raised the blue short cannon barrel and aimed it at Yan Huanan on the main seat.

Yan Huanan instinctively stretched out his defense, while the people in front of him did not react so quickly, the muzzle of the cannon was not aimed at them, and they did not feel any sense of crisis.

In their eyes, this ordinary little girl raised a strange and ordinary bucket in front of Yan Huanan, not understanding what she was trying to express, and not knowing which sect representative brought the juniors, she didn't look very smart.

"Bang!"

Tang Xiao pulled the trigger the moment he raised the air cannon, and then the master and apprentice looked at Yan Huanan on the main seat seriously, Yan Huanan at this time was the ancestor, but after all, the body was Yan Huanan's, and the master and apprentice were not sure if the air cannon would have the effect it should have.

When everyone heard the sound, they looked at Yan Huanan vigilantly, but when they saw Yan Huanan, they were only slightly stunned, and then they seemed to remember some sad past, and two lines of tears slowly flowed.

The master and apprentice seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then talked about something else.

"This revenge target should be accurate, right?"

"Shouldn't it? Do you want to try to kill Luo Xinyou too? ”

"Ahh Will it be too late? She is a Taoist companion of Comrade Xiaoyan. ”

"Then wait until he's done crying, and then see."

"Uh-huh!"

Tang Xiao didn't want to do anything to Luo Xinyou, after all, she felt that Luo Xinyou was quite good, and she had left a lot of orders in Nanguo City, and she was likely to be a long-term big customer in the future.

In the hall of the annex of Yunhuai Mountain Yan South China, the elders and representatives of all the forces were all confused, but soon, with the five empty sounds of "bang bang", five more big people fell into sadness.

There was an eerie silence at the scene, whether these people were good or evil were betrayed to Tang Xiao by the color of the ID on the top of their heads, and not a single bullet from her air cannon would be wasted.

But the first few people began to cry in unison, so that the others in the lower position didn't know for a while whether to investigate the rudeness of the big and small just now, or to ask the big guys what the situation was.

In the end, there are representatives of the sect who don't know the cause of Yan Bosheng's death, and they think that this may be before the incident, everyone should express their sorrow for the old family master, otherwise tomorrow the mourning hall will be so disrespectful, and the bigwigs will not be happy.

So someone started sobbing.

Slowly, everyone entered the moment of fighting for acting, and they sobbed one by one.

Soon, there were bursts of whimpering and crying in the council hall, and as the six people in the top position cried more and more, the performances of the people below could only change from conservative restraint to slowly exaggerated, and they cried heartbroken one by one.

Looking at the scene that was gradually developing in a strange direction, Tang Xiao blinked his eyes and said to Bai Buyan who had seen it:

"I only fired six shots."

Seeing this, Bai Buyan sighed:

"Leave the rest to them!"

Tang Xiao nodded, and saw Bai Buyan's big sleeves wave, and all the danqing hanging on the wall was put away by him.

The scroll he drew was an imitation of other people's mountains and rivers, and he could only simply pretend to be a person and thing, but there was no such effect that could cultivate and warm Yang baby, mainly because the painting was not so good, so he had to take it back and study it.

And everyone else was crying vigorously, even if they talked to Tang Xiao, the one who saw Bai Buyan's actions, didn't dare to jump out and say anything, Yan Huanan didn't say anything, these two people must be people's guests, not representatives of the small sect, he can't touch this mold.

Bai Buyan took Danqing away, and took Tang Xiao back to the guest room of the main courtyard.

As for the louder and louder cries coming from afar, the two of them directly ignored them.

Although the initiator ignored the earth-shattering cry, the entire Yunhuai Mountain, or even the entire Yanshan Star, could not ignore the cry.

Luo Xinyou's beautiful brows furrowed, this cry was obviously wrong, how could anyone in Yun Huaishan dare to start crying like this before the mourning hall was set up?

The eldest girl Lechuan sent a message to her young lady as soon as possible.

The cry came from Yan Huanan's courtyard.

Luo Xinyou's brows furrowed even tighter, what is this for? She wasn't sure what this ancestor was doing for a while, outsiders hadn't come yet, who was this show for?

In the mourning hall, Yan Yunhuai and Yan Xiaoliu, who were checking Yan Bosheng's body, both looked in the direction where the cry came from in a slightly surprised way.

The two looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

Just now, when Yan Yunhuai was investigating whether there were any remnants of Yan Bosheng's soul, he received a drop of Yan Bosheng's soul blood that had been condensed and eliminated from the old bloodline, and a passage from Yan Bosheng.

Obviously, this is a message specially reserved for Yan Yunhuai alone, if he doesn't come, or if he really dies, Yan Bosheng may really be gone.

Yan Bosheng's several resurrection artifacts left in the family have long been destroyed by the ancestor, the value of the peak monk's resurrection artifact is comparable to that of the galaxy, but not everyone can have any superfluous, destroying these resurrection artifacts, the ancestor is also very distressed, fortunately, two of them can still change hands, and he refining them for his own use.

And the drop of soul blood that Yan Bosheng left for Yan Yunhuai was for him to bring to the ninth peak of the Qi Sect, and the palm peak of the ninth peak had received Yan Bosheng's life-saving grace in the early years, and it was time for the other party to return the favor.

Yan Yunhuai can naturally understand why he went to the Instrument Sect, he must have asked the family to give a resurrection magic weapon to save the master.

Speaking of this, he thought of his long resurrection process, and couldn't help but want to go to Luo Xinyou to theorize again, why was he reluctant to spend money to go to the Instrument Sect to rebuild a resurrection artifact for himself, but instead threw him so far away to fend for himself and wait for the resurrection? What did the arithmetic of the Thousand Machine Pavilion tell her?

Carefully put away the master's soul blood, and let Yan Xiaoliu continue to tidy up the old man's body, after all, the funeral still has to be done, and he has to see what big drama the ancestor left him.

Yan Xiaoliu, who knew that Yan Bosheng still had hope, no longer wiped his tears and concentrated on cleaning up his remains, but every time he stitched up a wound, he couldn't help but scold the ancestor who took away Yan Huanan.

Yan Bosheng didn't really pass on any useful information before he died, and Yan Xiaoliu didn't know who the enemy was, but as soon as Yan Yunhuai mentioned it, the two locked the enemy on the ancestor, first, Tang Xiao reminded him, and second, no one else had the motive and courage to murder the old master.

Yan Yunhuai looked at the old man's large and small wounds, and there was anger rising in his heart, with the old man's physique, the injuries of the idle can be healed in a very short time, but these injuries are obviously repeatedly cut with extremely high rules, the initial wounds may have even been opened hundreds of years ago, and the meridians are full of toxins, Yan Xiaoliu has to wear isolated magic gloves when dealing with them, otherwise they may die violently if they are contaminated.

He watched quietly as Yan Xiaoliu tidied up the old man, and the fists in his sleeves were so clenched that his bones gurgled.

It's a pity that his cultivation hasn't recovered yet, otherwise he would want to beat the newly acquired face of the ancestor into mud now.

Soon, he received a message from Luo Xinyou, his old lover and several sect masters arrived, and without disturbing Yan Xiaoliu's work, he silently withdrew from the mourning hall.

At this moment, in the study room of the young master's mansion, there are several beautiful women with stunning appearances, all of whom are not the same, each with its own merits.

Lethe pushed open the door of the study, and the beautiful eyes of all the beauties looked out of the door.