On the river with flowing water and floating lights, a gorgeous painting boat quietly flows down the water, and the lanterns hanging on the boat sway gently in the evening breeze.

In the spacious room, the eight famous prostitutes of Yongling, who had never appeared on the same occasion and had to be divided into one by one, bowed their heads quietly, knelt in front of the red-clothed man sitting in the room, and said in unison: "Subordinates see the young master." ”

The man in red lifted his eyelids, the small red mole on his right eye was hidden in it, and the eight girls kneeling on the ground were already full of grace and beauty in the world, but they were completely suppressed in front of him.

"Get up."

"Yes."

In the painting boat, it is not someone else who occupies the beauty of Yongling, it is Chu Yiyang.

The Qinlou Chu Pavilion on the Yongling River, where water and fire are incompatible and struggle is endless, are all the properties of the Hehuan Sect.

In order to manage the area under its jurisdiction and gain insight into what is happening in the territory, it is necessary to set up intelligence bases.

The famous prostitutes on the Yongling River have always been selected from the peripheral disciples of the Hehuan Sect, even if they are only peripheral disciples, such qualifications and means are enough to find out the information they want from the mouths of the guests who come and go.

The eight people kneeling on the ground have changed their temperament since they entered the painting boat, and they have not seen the slightest arrogance.

Although they are sought after by thousands of people on the Yongling River, it is difficult for ordinary people to see each other, but in Hehuan Sect, they are just the most ordinary peripheral disciples.

Seeing the young master, they didn't dare to raise their heads from beginning to end, until they waited until this sentence of "get up", then they stood up straight and looked at the young master sitting in the painting boat, and then from the cultivation realm, qualifications to appearance, they all felt crushing suppression.

Chu Yiyang sent a letter to the door, and the time for getting the reply was earlier than he expected, so he left the Kunlun Sword Sect before Yaochi.

The reply sent by the door mentioned that there was nothing abnormal in the various jurisdictions, only there was an abnormality in Yongling City, and he was the closest to the Kunlun Sword Sect here, so he handed it over to him to check.

At present, the outer disciples who were in charge of intelligence in Yongling City were already here, and Chu Yiyang listened to them report the changes in the city in turn.

As soon as he heard it, he found that the changes in Yongling City were really similar to what happened at the succession ceremony.

There is a lady who sees her daughter who died young, and the depression is cured without medicine, and the mother and daughter continue to have a front edge, and there are ancestors who have been rediscovered in the countryside, and they have dug up treasures to get a small fortune, and there is a surge in the number of violent deaths in the death files of the government, which can not be covered up by unexpected explanations.

Because the eyeliner of the Hehuan Sect also includes fat powder embroidery and other trades, I know these things that go up to the deep boudoirs of the high-ranking families, down to the windfall of the peddlers' pawns.

It's really going wrong everywhere, and there are problems everywhere.

Chu Yiyang listened to their reports, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the table: "Tracing back to the origin, the initial change was before the Kunlun succession ceremony." ”

Hearing his words, Qin Yuan, who was standing in the middle, pleaded guiltily: "It's the subordinates and others who are useless and didn't notice it in time." ”

"It's none of yours." After she finished speaking, she heard the young master's voice sounding indifferently, and when she looked up, she saw that the young master's gaze did not fall on her, but seemed to be looking at a certain place in the void, "Seeing relatives again, even if yin and yang are separated, you must hide and cherish this moment and a half of reunion." ”

The first thing that happened was that the ancestors of the family and the closest relatives of the flesh and blood returned one night to bring good fortune, if they were all like the later, the obsession of the dead soul was to come back for revenge, then the basic situation was miserable, and it could not be hidden.

Hearing him say this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was rumored that even the emperor who had dragon qi to protect his body in the imperial capital fell ill, and the concubine died directly, this time the human movement is not a trivial matter.

Just thinking about it, I heard the young master ask again: "What about the other thing that you want to investigate?" ”

"Got it." This time it was another Qingli woman who answered him, "The demon cultivator who the young master is looking for has chartered a painting boat on the Yongling River in the past few days, and has chartered the girl in my building, listening to music every day, and never leaving." ”

On the Yongling River, in a small painting boat, Yan Xun, who was dressed in green clothes, was sitting on the Luohan bed, holding the handrail with one hand, and playing with a small golden hairpin in the other hand.

Under the painting boat, the black python dives into the deep black river, its head rests under the boat, and moves quietly forward with the movement of the painting workshop.

By the cover of the night, no one on the Yongling River found that there was such a magic python in the water, otherwise there would never be such a song and laughter on the river.

The woman who plays the pipa in the workshop is only delicate, and she does not have the slightest cultivation on her body, but she is a mortal, and she plays the pipa well. The most outstanding of her facial features is a pair of eyes, which can often make people feel when she looks at the guests while playing music.

It's just that she looked at Yan Xun, but this noble and handsome Lang Jun only cared about looking at the golden hairpin in his hand, and didn't look at himself at all.

Yan Lang came to the Yongling River for a few days, so he wrapped her alone for a few days, and he came back like this.

She knew that her appearance was not outstanding, so she should have been content, but she couldn't help but want to be more special, and wanted Yan Lang's gaze to stay on her, to be watched by him, as if she was his only love.

She looked at the golden hairpin and bit her lower lip slightly.

This hairpin looks like a woman's thing, but I don't know where Yan Lang met his confidante?

As soon as her heart was in chaos, the sound of the piano under her fingers was also chaotic, causing Yan Xun, who was sitting on the side, to look at her, and then smiled slightly and put away the golden bell hairpin.

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Chapter 43

"This piece is too mournful, and it's easy for the musician to be sad, not good."

His voice sounded, like a sympathetic whisper between the bed, and the plain hand who played the wrong note immediately stopped, and the blue-clothed girl sitting on the round bench blushed, lowered her head and said, "The slave family will change the song." ”

The intoxicating peach blossom eyes that looked at her, the curvature of the end of the eyes was slightly curved, with a tenderness that made her fall at first sight: "Next time." ”

When the girl holding the pipa in her arms heard this, she raised her head in a bit of a panic, and bit her lip worriedly and thought: Did she play the wrong note and reveal the resentment in her heart, which made Yan Lang dislike?

However, at this time, the painting boat they were on shook slightly.

This is like an ordinary collision between the painting boats on the Yongling River, and the stewards of the boats are experienced, and the people in the painting boats only feel this shaking and then return to stability.

"Young Master Yan." The steward, who acted as a boatman, stood at the bow of the boat, and the voice came, "A guest has come aboard the ship to visit." ”

Yan Xun smiled slightly: "There are friends from afar, and they should be treated as a couch, and guests are invited to board the boat." ”

For a few days on the Yongling River, there has been the eyeliner of the Hehuan Sect staring, and the day has sensed a familiar atmosphere in this city, and now it has finally come.

Seeing that a guest was coming, the girl who played the piano knew what he meant by saying "next time".

She got up from the stool, leaned over slightly with the gesture of arranging her dress, and looked out through the half-rolled bamboo curtain on the side.

I saw a ship several times taller than the painting boat they were on, parked on the side.

The shaking just now was caused by the big ship coming up, and it can be seen that the person who controls this gorgeous big ship is also a good hand at supporting the boat, otherwise it would not be such a light movement.

She was really curious about what Yan Lang's friend was like, so she deliberately slowed down.

Finally, when I went out of the boat, I saw the other party's appearance.

A river of flashy flowing lights seemed to dim when this red-clothed boy appeared.

He was like a beautiful lamp wrapped in ice, burning brightly in front of her, and his long black hair was like a crow feather, not completely tied up, as if it had condensed a city of romance.

It's just that how beautiful this face is like a peach and plum, how cold and frosty people are, which makes people afraid to approach.

The girl in blue holding the pipa subconsciously stepped aside and let him enter the painting boat with the four white-clothed maids behind him.

When she saw the corners of the last man's clothes row in front of her, she hugged the pipa tightly, and boarded the boat that was quickly rowing with the steward who was waiting outside, and left from the painting boat.

There were many pleasure boats coming and going on the river, and after the gorgeous boat brought people in, it quickly adjusted its direction and continued to move forward.

And the boat, which has no helmsman, seems to have no effect, and continues to drive smoothly with the Yongling River downstream.

From the time Chu Yiyang entered the painting boat, Yan Xun's gaze stayed on him.

From the layers of red clothes like fire, the waist tied in the belt, and the white placket reveals from the layers of red...... All the way up, to the face that was more mature than in his memory but still perfect, he deeply felt that the appearance of the young master of the Hehuan Sect, from the pale color of the pupils to the hair, was completely in line with his expectations.

It's just that...... A trace of pity appeared in Yan Xun's eyes, and the bell was gone.

The red clothes and golden bells, the lack of one of the two, is like the incompleteness of a famous painting, which is a regret for appreciation.

As soon as the man in red stood still, the four white-clothed maids who followed him began to replace the utensils in the painting boat.

The tables and chairs placed in the painting boat were replaced, the cloth cut from brocade was covered, the lit incense burner and the boiled incense tea were placed, and then he stood beside him and watched the young master sit down.

There is no girl playing the piano in the painting boat, and there are still all kinds of tunes and songs floating outside, in an atmosphere of fun, it is the quietest painting boat that seems to go down the river on its own.

Chu Yiyang looked at Yan Xun who was sitting on the Luohan bed opposite, his injuries had healed most of his injuries in Qingye Mountain City, and his strength had recovered, so it was even more difficult to see his depth now.

And the black demon python that accompanied him was moving forward with his head on the boat underwater, and there was no Buddha bigger than him in Yongling City.

The demon cultivator in front of him appeared in Aoba Mountain City before, and he was attracted by the Yin attribute of the Blood River Great Array, but now he did not return to the Demon Domain, but came here, mostly because he was attracted by the abnormal movement in the city.

Chu Yiyang would leave Kunlun so simply and leave here because he saw the red dot on behalf of Yan Xun staying here.

The time when Yan Xun came was earlier than the Hehuan Sect's intelligence base collected the generation of the original origin of the change, and there were other information channels, but Chu Yiyang and the system didn't know what it was.

When he was looking at Yan Xun, Yan Xun was also looking at him.

He knew the news that the young master of the Hehuan Sect was seriously injured, and now it seemed that it was indeed a big step away from when he had fought against him under the blood pool.

He saw Chu Yiyang's four maids standing behind him, although they were obviously his henchmen, but they still didn't deliberately talk about meeting in the blood pool that day, just sat up slightly straight, and said to him: "I have admired the name of the golden bell prince for a long time, and I finally saw him today, it is really fate." ”

Chu Yiyang raised his hand and picked up the pot and poured tea with his eyes down.

In the sound of clear tea soup pouring into the cup, he opened his mouth and said, "Yongling is the territory of my Hehuan Sect, and the city lord of Yan does not hide his tracks, and lets my people stare at him, isn't he just waiting for me to come?" ”

After finishing speaking, he put down the pot, and with a strong urge in his hand, one of the jade cups filled with tea flew out of the table and flew towards the Tsing Yi Demon Cultivator who was leaning on the Luohan bed.

Yan Xun stretched out his hand and caught the teacup that flew in front of him in a clever way, his slender fingers reflected the jade cup, and the tea in it was full without spilling a drop.

Chu Yiyang drank tea, and Yan Xun made the same action.

After drinking tea, Chu Yiyang spoke again: "My two golden bell hairpins are in your hands, I don't know what conditions Yan Cheng wants to return them?" ”

"It's simple." Yan Xun looked at the person who was completely different from the person under the blood pool, turned the teacup in his hand, and thought with interest that some of his temperament had changed because of the abnormal change in Aoba Mountain Castle, and some of it was pretended, "As long as you answer my two questions, Young Master." ”

Chu Yiyang: "Speak." ”

"First ......" Yan Xun's intoxicating peach blossom eyes reflected his shadow, and he said as gently as when he didn't know his identity in the blood pool, "How did you come out?" Second, what are you here for? ”

The words fell, and there was silence in the painting boat.

The bustle outside is set off, and it seems that this world is becoming more and more cut.

The four maids standing behind Chu Yiyang instinctively disliked Yan Xun's intimacy without any sense of distance, but knowing that the seemingly harmless demon cultivator in front of him was a demon cultivator who even people in the Demon Domain were afraid of, they all knew that they had no room to interject.

The system asks, "How?" ”

To answer him, or not to answer him?

Originally, the negotiation with Yan Xun should have been in the [Demon Abyss], which knew the plot and took the lead, but now in this extra new plot, it has no help to provide to Chu Yiyang.