In front of the mahogany table with all kinds of delicacies, stands a handsome young man.

He turned his hands behind his back, raised his head, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and sighed softly.

"Huh, why is the confidant sighing?"

A cool male voice full of laughter came into his ears.

The young man bowed his head slightly, and his gaze fell on the white-clothed body. The white robe was sitting on the soft cushion that should have belonged to him, eating the delicacies that had been carefully cooked for him, and drinking the best brewed tea that he had not had time to taste...... Then he smiled and asked himself why.

Yin Shao sighed lightly and said helplessly: "Mr. Bai...... No, Prince Wang, when did I become confidants with you?"

Wang Manxiu was slightly stunned, and pretended to be surprised: "That night in Pingshui County, aren't we two still knowing each other?"

"Please don't use such confusing words. Yin Shao's eyes quickly glanced at the old man in Chinese clothes who was sitting on the other side of the mahogany table and opposite the white clothes, and said lightly: "That day in Pingshui City, the most is the most, and it can only be regarded as you know my roots, but I don't know how deep you are." ”

“...... I think your words are confusing. ”

Wang Manxiu smiled helplessly, raised the celadon teacup, and tasted the fragrant hot tea.

He raised his head, smiled faintly at the old man who looked between serious and relaxed, leaned sideways against the wall, and glanced at the seven-foot man who was standing next to Yin Shao, dressed in dust: "Senior Yin Zheng, is your body fine?"

Yin Zheng shook his head and replied: "Thank you for your mercy, the breath in the lower dantian has not been damaged, only some flesh and skin injuries, at most three days of recuperation, you can have another battle with you." ”

"Okay!" Man Xiu tapped the iron sword on the table with his left index finger, and said with a smile: "I hope that at that time, my predecessors can help me recover two more percent of my divine energy!"

Yin Zheng raised his lips and clenched his hands into fists.

Yin Shao beside him blinked and didn't say much.

Speaking of which, the old steward rushed into the house in a hurry, and informed them that after their second son, that is, his uncle, Yin Zheng, was beaten to the ground by the white clothes, he and Weng Weng had no time to think about it, and rushed out of the house while shouting, 'Keep your men behind!!'. The battle between Qimen is life-threatening, and there are very few rules to save people's lives in the Qimen rivers and lakes, if the white clothes are angry for a while, and the pillars of their family are directly discounted, it is not impossible.

And when he helped the old man and the two trotted all the way into the yard, he thought that he would see his uncle being trampled under the feet of the white clothes, either for a long time of beating, or for a long period of humiliation...... Unexpectedly, what caught my eye was the scene of the two of them bowing each other and saluting and thanking each other. The martial idiot uncle who has always known to be immersed in hard practice and does not like to treat people with things, but in his words and deeds, he is very appreciative of this white clothes. Although since the night of Pingshui, Yin Shao has understood that the depth of this white-clothed Qimen skill is far from comparable to his own - but even his uncle, who can rank in the top 20 of the Qimen martial arts review, is so appreciative, doesn't that mean that this Wang Manxiu is already ......

"Wang Manxiu. ”

An old voice came into everyone's ears.

Bai Yi blinked slightly, put down the celadon teacup, and smiled at the old man in front of the table: "What do you want the old gentleman to order?"

The old man in Chinese clothes sitting on the right side of the mahogany table coughed lightly, squinted his eyes and said, "I don't know, do you want to stay in the old Yin family and be a guest in the name?"

Yin Shao was stunned suddenly.

The so-called Keqing, in Qimen, refers to his surname Xuanshi, who is not a member of the family, but serves the family. Since it is a duty of service, the family naturally has to meet all the living needs such as food, accommodation, housing and transportation for the guest. But such a guest secretary can only be regarded as the last guest secretary, and this is the case with the 'dead man'. The family buys the lives of the dead and trains them to be proficient in killing in order to achieve victory.

The better guest secretaries are mostly some mystic masters who already have some strange skills before entering the family. The family not only had to meet the living needs of these guests, but also settled the monthly reward as a reward for them. These guest secretaries are rarely treated as outcasts like dead soldiers, and most of them are sent to the table when they have a certain chance of winning or when they need to fight to the death.

The guest secretary is the most different. The guest secretary not only has all the treatment of ordinary guest secretaries, but is usually praised by the family, and the ordinary moment is simply the dragon sees the beginning and the end, only at the moment of crisis or when the final word is needed, say "Go and invite your Excellency so-and-so!", the characters who can move in. However, there are also some Shangxi Keqing who exist as Qimen mentors in the family, and if this is the case, most of them will not be able to come and go without a trace—but they will be praised as treasures, for sure.

However, the noble treatment of the guest secretary at the table was not the reason why Yin Shao was so shocked. In fact, Yin Shao has always had nothing to do with sending gold and silver - since Bai Yi has such a profound Qimen technique, it is natural to keep him with the best treatment.

What really shocked Yin Shao was a privilege for the guest secretary at the table.

The guest can read all the secret books of Qimen in the family.

And readable, the same as learnable.

And for a master with the strength of white clothes, being able to learn means being proficient.

So, this white clothes, this Wang Manxiu, don't they know the Yin family's Qimen better than the Yin family?

After that, which one is the orthodoxy of the Yin family?

Yin Shao hurriedly coughed and stepped forward: "Weng Weng, I thought-"

"I beg your pardon for refusing. ”

Wang Manxiu brushed his sleeves and smiled faintly at the old man in Chinese clothes.

Yin Shao breathed a sigh of relief and swallowed his saliva.

"Not for now. ”

Yin Shao almost choked to death by his own saliva.

Yin Zheng, who was more than half a head taller than him, hurriedly raised his hand and patted his back gently. Wang Manxiu, who was sitting on the cotton mat, glanced at him, lifted the teapot and poured the celadon cup, then pinched the porcelain cup with three fingers, poured out the gurgling breath, and then flicked his wrist and released the three fingers.

I saw that the celadon cup slowly swirled in front of Yin Shao, stopping in mid-air, and it didn't spill any hot tea.

Yin Shao reached out and took the porcelain cup, raised his head and drank it all, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Bai Yi smiled faintly, and turned to look at the old man who knew the destiny of heaven sitting at the table.

Yin Bing, who had white sideburns and black beard, narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Why 'temporary'?"

Wang Man said: "Because there are two things that have not been completed. ”

The old man locked his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then stretched his brows and asked, "What's the matter?" Can you let the old man know a thing or two? If your Excellency is in trouble, maybe the old man can also help you. ”

Wang Manxiu blinked slightly and shook his head.

He looked up, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and opened his lips slightly.

"I have to save one and kill another. ”