At the end of the song, the aftermath still lingers in my ears.

The sedan chair is elegantly furnished, with a heater, and it is very warm to be in it.

The middle-aged scribe has a square face, a straight nose, thick eyebrows like a lying silkworm, and a long and narrow dragon eye, like a pool of ancient wells.

"A good song "Bright Moon Night in Mirror Lake", the sound is really like heaven, and it is secretly natural.

I can't imagine that there are such musicians in my Tian'en City, and the one who plays the qin should be the Lingyin everyone, but I don't know who the flute is.

Does the Yuan True Dao Elder know about this person?"

The green-robed Taoist sitting opposite had a thin face, sparse white beard, bright eyes, and pupils like paint, and at this time his face was showing a thoughtful expression, interrupted by the words of the middle-aged scribe, and immediately revealed a peaceful smile.

"Lord Han is the head of Letian Mansion, and there are masters in Tianen City this day, so he should be the first to receive the news.

How can the old Taoist sit and watch every day!"

The middle-aged scribe patted his forehead and laughed at himself:

"But Han has been busy and confused recently, and today's matter is urgent, so let's deal with the right thing. ”

After that, he whispered to the window of the big sedan chair: "Get up the sedan car!"

The long attendant who was waiting outside heard the words and hurriedly gestured to the sedan chair man who was resting.

The sedan chair was slowly lifted and rhythmically walked in the direction of the city government office.

"It is said that the person who came to Tian'en City this time is the famous evil demon 'Powerful Ghost Sanren', this fang has always acted ruthlessly, and he does not take the lives of the people seriously.

I don't know if there are clues on the other side of the palace?

......”

The wind and snow are getting worse, and the sedan car is far away.

In the courtyard, Xiaotong was packing up his things and moving the stove, wine cup and other things into the house.

"Cousin, I didn't expect your attainments in music to be so high, and the right talent and flute are compatible, which makes me have a new understanding. ”

In line with the purpose of having more things than less, Yuan Qingyu and Lin Zhao are both cousins in private.

"In that case, Qingyu, you go and get busy, it's time for me to do my homework. ”

Lin Zhao endured the discomfort and said as usual.

"Cousin, what is the use of your daily meditation and qi?

Yuan Qingyu blinked with a pair of beautiful eyes, and her eyebrows were full of beauty.

Lin Zhao saw that this little lady began to change her methods to ask about cultivation again, and she was immediately a little amused.

"Qingyu, don't ask too much, I told you before, and when the time comes, I will teach you the method of cultivation. ”

There were only Lin Zhao and Yuan Qingyu in the main hall, and Lin Zhao still used mana to transmit sound, explaining slightly.

Since the two gradually got acquainted, Yuan Qingyu began to constantly test to determine whether Lin Zhao was an immortal.

Lin Zhao did not hide it, and directly and generously admitted that he only said that his cultivation days were short, and the inheritance he obtained came from an adventure, and he was not registered in the Dao Palace, so it was not appropriate to make a noise.

"Okay, then don't bother my cousin!"

After saying that, he bowed and left with some disappointment.

Lin Zhao looked at the other party's back and shook his head, and said in his heart that the expression of this little lady changed at will between joy and anger, and her acting skills were natural and without the slightest flaw.

Then he also went to the wing room where he lived.

At this time, within the Purple Mansion Divine Que, the Thunder Token trembled and bloomed, making the already somewhat unstable Yuan Shen even more unbearable.

Lin Zhao even felt a wave of dizziness from time to time, just forcibly controlling his behavior with his powerful and incomparable body.

This has happened many times, as if urging it to head north as soon as possible.

But in today's situation, how could Lin Zhao act rashly.

Not to mention that I don't know enough about the power of this heaven and earth, I haven't even healed from my injuries, although my physical combat power is strong, but what if I encounter the power of this world.

Without time to think carefully, Lin Zhao immediately sat cross-legged after returning to the room, meditating and concentrating, and trying to achieve a state of mind and dwelling.

By evening, it was already dark.

In the north city of Tian'en City, at the entrance of a mansion that occupies a huge area, two angry lanterns are swaying and shaking, and the dim light dispels the darkness and brings a glimmer of light.

It's just that now the people in the city are panicking, and such lights not only do not bring a sense of security, but add a touch of gloomy atmosphere.

From time to time, snowflakes flew by, the cold wind whined, and the two big characters "Hanfu" loomed.

The ground was already covered with snow, and at this time, a commotion came from far and near, but a large sedan chair slowly walked over.

Half an hour later, in a study room in the Han Mansion, two men in scribe brocade robes were drinking tea and discussing something.

The charcoal fire in the stove next to it flickered and dimmed, making the whole hall warm like spring.

"Third brother, you are waiting for the discussion today, what are the regulations of the Dao Palace Branch, is there any trace of that evil man?"

The person who interrogated was slightly chubby, his eyes were a little cloudy, and his pale hair was neatly groomed, fixed with a white hosta.

"Big brother, it's business as usual, Yuanzhen Daoist is still dragging it, as if he doesn't want to come forward.

The younger brother didn't know what he was thinking about, maybe he didn't think he was the opponent of the evil man!"

The person who replied was the middle-aged scribe in the daytime, and his brows were furrowed at this time, and his face was a little worried.

"Hmph, since the incident in Mingjing, the Dao Palace has been a little sloppy, except for the will of the palace, everything can be pushed forward.

The state branches are even more unbearable.

Third brother, although my dynasty has been peaceful for many years, but now that the chaos has arisen, my Han clan needs to plan early. ”

At this time, the two people who were talking, the eldest brother was named Han Yuanlong, and the middle-aged scribe was called Han Yuanyi, and the Han clan where the two belonged had lasted for more than 800 years.

Today's Han family is also a well-known scholarly family in Huazhou, and many children of the clan are officials in the court.

"Oh, what did you hear from your brother?"

Han Yuanyi was startled, and looked at his eldest brother with burning eyes.

"Yes, there is a secret letter from Yuanzhou today, saying that there has been a drought in 27 northern states for many years, and hungry people are everywhere.

There are also Northern Wilderness evil cultivators who took the opportunity to sneak in and cause chaos everywhere.

However, the big families in various states are stepping up their secret training of Taoist soldiers.

When you think of my southern states, do you feel similar?"

Han Yuanlong stroked his gray beard, his eyes were full of gloom, the temperature around him suddenly plummeted, and the charcoal fire in the stove dimmed a lot in an instant.

"There is such a thing, there is chaos in the north, and I don't know if the second brother can support it in Jinzhou.

Alas, this is all a continuation of the disaster of Mingjing, if the first emperor didn't ...... back then"

Han Yuanlong's eyes sank when he heard this, and he immediately made a gesture.

Han Yuanyi suddenly came to his senses, and changed the topic again:

"Big brother, do you also have a plan for Daogong to act like this now?"

Han Yuanlong sneered when he heard this: "Needless to say, there are evil people in the Northern Wilderness sneaking in to make trouble, how can the East China Sea let go of such a good opportunity?"

It is the southern frontier, if it weren't for the Plague God Sect in charge, those people who wore fur and horns would have already run out of the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain Range!

Since the incident of that year, the Dao Palace's own strength has been greatly damaged, and the high-level monks have lost almost half.

These years seem to be indifferent to the world, but in essence, they are licking their wounds and recovering as soon as possible. ”

Han Yuanyi's brows furrowed even deeper, and he stopped making a sound, and began to think about it.

After half a tea time, Han Yuanyi suddenly got up and said to Han Yuanlong:

"Big brother, looking at the entire Kunyuan Emperor Dynasty, my Han clan is not even an ant.

It's just that the ants are still sparing their lives, and everything will not deviate from their origins, and it will never be wrong for my Han clan to step up to enhance its strength.

In this case, I suggest that the family open the treasury so that the children of the clan can strengthen their cultivation as soon as possible. ”

Han Yuanlong nodded with a smile and said indifferently: "You and my brother have thought of it together, so we will hold a meeting of clan elders tomorrow!"

Half an hour later, Han Yuanyi returned to his small courtyard and saw his wife sitting in the house, sewing a padded jacket worn by a child by the light, and said with some pity:

"Xian'er, these needlework will be handed over to the next person, why bother to do it yourself!

Doing things under the lamp is the most eyesight-draining, and I don't want you to be old and dizzy. ”

The dignified woman who was sitting looked like she was in her thirties, and her figure was a little thin, and she hurriedly got up to greet her husband, and there was a burst of cold and warmth.

After a while, the two sat down and talked slowly, and when they talked about their children, the woman said:

"Husband, Zi'er has been obsessed with the piano recently, as you know, although there are people in the house who are proficient in music and rhythm, none of them can be called everyone.

Do you have the right person? I want to get her a Master!"

Han Yuanlong was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "This is a coincidence......

Three days later, when the sky cleared, Lin Zhao was slowly boxing in the courtyard, his movements were slow, and his punches did not have the slightest strength, but it looked like an old man moving his legs and feet.

Xiao Tong's eyes on the side were full of disappointment, and he whispered softly: "Sir, is this beating the old man?"

Lin Zhao didn't hear it, and still took it seriously.

In the body, which is difficult for outsiders to perceive, at this moment, the qi and blood are like a deep sea torrent, constantly agitating and rushing, but all the essence is locked under the body surface by Lin Zhao, without the slightest leakage.

At this point, the boxing method can be called from rigid to fierce, to yin to soft.

The kind of person who rushes with blood as soon as he moves, his fists overflow, and his blood condenses into wolf smoke and soars into the sky.

It can only be said that the control of strength is still too weak, and the fist has not been struck, it has begun to escape, and the energy between the hands is stirring the sky, and it is even more lost in the strength of the body.

In this way, how can we exert our ten successes?

So such a fighting master, Lin Zhao is very disdainful, it is too unskilled!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and as soon as Lin Zhao listened to it, he knew that there was a guest visiting, so he slowly closed his fist and said to Xiaotong:

"Go and invite Lingyin, there is a distinguished guest to visit!"

With that, he walked towards his house.

The little maid was a little stunned, and after eight or nine breaths, Cheng's mother came over and asked Xiaotong to invite the girl immediately.

Xiaotong didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately ran to the backyard, but said in his heart, "Sure enough, as Mr. said, it's strange." ”

Han Yuanyi looked at the furnishings in the front hall, but when he saw that the cases were clear and elegant, an inexplicable familiar aura rose in his heart.

It is the scholarly spirit that only has it, and I can't help but feel a little surprised in my heart.

Although this Lingyin family has also been to the Han Mansion several times to entertain distinguished guests, it is the first time that he has visited the place where he lives.

It seems that the rumors are true, this Lingyin family was indeed born in a scholarly family.

Later, Lingyin received the distinguished guests with a veil, and Han Yuanyi explained his intention and wanted to ask him to teach his daughter, and presented four-color items to express his sincere attitude.

Faced with such a situation, Lingyin couldn't refuse, so she had to agree.

Unexpectedly, Han Yuanyi's tone of words changed, and he directly asked the person who was playing the flute in the courtyard some time ago.

Lingyin was about to explain, a clear long laugh sounded outside the hall, Lin Zhao, dressed in a scribe's green robe, pushed the door in, looked at Han Yuanyi and said:

"The distinguished guest came to the door, in Xia Lin Zhao, it was Lingyin's cousin, and it was rude to enter without telling him. ”

Han Yuanyi slowly got up, and his eyes were full of surprise when he looked at Lin Zhao.

In his eyes, this young man is as deep and endless as the sea, his body is as tall as a sacred mountain, and there is no lack of heroism among the rich gods and handsomeness.

Such a grooming and temperament is really the only one to see in this life.

For some reason, Han Yuanyi felt that he was in front of him, and his heart was a little weak unconsciously, and even the true yuan in his body seemed to be stagnant.

In just a few breaths, Han Yuanyi revealed his official authority several times and suppressed the other party, but it was still useless.

Whenever I met that pair of deep eyes, my mind would go blank, and my whole body would begin to feel weak.

Han Yuanyi secretly scolded himself for cowardly, but he had a kind of understanding in his heart.

The young man in front of him was absolutely extraordinary, and he couldn't suppress it, so he let go of his arms and saluted solemnly to Lin Zhao with the etiquette of a scholar.

A lot of times that's just the case, taking a step back and opening up the sky.

Then the three of them chatted together, and Han Yuanyi felt that the other party was generous and decent, although his words were indifferent, but every time he spoke up, he hit the nail on the head.

At the same time, from the other party, he no longer felt the previous sense of oppression, but made him wonder if he was too tired these days, resulting in an illusion.

During the chat, he learned that Lin Zhao was also a master of music and rhythm, so he invited Lin Zhao to enlighten the children of the Han family about music and rhythm.

When Lin Zhao heard this, he did not refuse directly, but went straight to the point, claiming that he would teach Guan Le Yunyun when his cousin finished teaching the piano.

This is exactly what the Korean won wants.

Hiring a teacher for his own children is a very serious matter, and until Lin Zhao's identity is clarified, the Han Mansion will not act carelessly.

......

Time flies, and more than 20 days have passed in a blink of an eye.

Towards the end of the year, on this day, the Han government sent an invitation, inviting Lin Zhao and Lingyin to the banquet together, and by the way, let the Han children learn from the teacher.

At noon on the second day, Lingyin sent Lin Zhao a beautiful white robe, and he was sure to let him wear it to the banquet.

Lin Zhao couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

When he walked out of the house, suddenly a beautiful son in white appeared in front of the master and servant.

Lingyin was also the same as Xiaotong at this time, instantly dumbfounded, and his heart was beating wildly.

For a while, I felt that it was a little difficult for me to breathe.

Lin Zhao smiled gently, and opened the folding fan in his hand with a "brush", and the spiritual peaks on the fan were verdant, and the cliffs were knotted.

Suddenly, an image of a gentle jade, smiling and proud prince and grandson was displayed, and there were countless romances between the eyebrows.

Lingyin felt dizzy and didn't wake up until the car stopped at the side door of the Han Mansion.

Immediately after that, his cheeks flew again, and he hurriedly lowered his head to hide his gaffe.

Lin Zhao watched all this, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

The heart path deity has long since withdrawn from the "decoration world", and you are here to provoke.

This coquettish white robe is in front of his own senior sister, and he has never worn it, how can you mortals bear it!

Not to mention Lin Zhao's wanton reading the red dust now.

Looking at the two big words "Han Fu", Lin Zhao's eyes showed a strange expression.