Outside the ancient town of Vientiane, a new low tomb was erected, buried with a small body, no one will know what the story of the people buried under this tomb had, maybe many years later, the small tomb will be smoothed by the mountain wind, and it will be gone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a red figure standing in front of the tomb, and the woman was full of despair, with her head bowed, as if she was reminiscing about the past.

Mr. San, who was not far away, also stood with his head down, not daring to raise his head to look at the graceful figure.

Mr. San couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two "mother and son" was. Back then, Yi Anbang, to the child's name Yi Anbang, came to Yuhang with a down-and-out swordsman, and the swordsman's sick appearance is still fresh in Mr. San's memory.

The down-and-out swordsman looked like a sick ghost at any time, but the long sword was majestic, one person and one sword, with a young man, and broke into the main hall of the Yanyu Building;

The first one was amazed that this down-and-out swordsman had such martial arts, and the woman in red in front of him was amazed that the young man looked like Pan An;

The down-and-out swordsman entered the Smoke and Rain Building and was entrusted with a heavy task by the first one;

The handsome young man entered the warm tent of the first lady of the Yanyu Building;

In the next few years, Xiao Lianyue walked with Yi Anbang, and the two of them looked like flirtatious lovers everywhere they went, the first adult turned a blind eye, and the people in Yanyulou didn't dare to say much.

After a few years, Yi Anbang was even more unpopular, and the wind in the building was rumored four times, saying that the little white face leaned against his wife.

At that time, Yi Anbang was in the eighteenth and ninth grade, which was the hot-blooded grade, where could he stand such words, so he put his mind to it and followed the down-and-out swordsman to practice martial arts.

Helplessly, the enlightenment was too late, the roots were poor, and no matter how hard he practiced, he couldn't do it; the people in Yanyulou looked down on him even more, thinking that he was a natural little white face, and could only surround Xiao Lianyue's skirt day and night.

Then, after a few years, the handsome young man beside Xiao Lianyue suddenly disappeared, but there was a pink and tender little boy.

At first, people thought that Xiao Lianyue was forcing a child back, but later it was slowly spread that the boy was Yi Anbang;

It is only because of the practice of the Nine Refining Demon Yuan Gong of the Qingying Sect that it will become like this; one stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the Yanyu Building suddenly explodes, and many elders think that this kind of evil skill must not be tolerated in the rivers and lakes, and they want to be the first to get rid of the down-and-out swordsman and this Yi Anbang.

Who knows, the first one didn't even ask, but began to clean up the old-fashioned elders in the Yanyu Building, and for a while, everyone was in danger, and Yi Anbang, who had become a boy, surrounded Xiao Lianyue like joy every day.

But who would have thought that Xiao Lianyue's little lover and godson would be personally ended up in this ancient town of Vientiane by her hands today.

Where Mr. San stood, sighing at this Yi Anbang's life, when he was in a trance, he heard Xiao Lianyue's voice, "Let's go!" ”

Mr. Three said respectfully: "Yes!"

Vientiane Ancient Town, inside the third floor, inside a residential house.

The black-robed old man sat in the middle of the hall with his eyes closed, breathing for a long time, Chu Hanxuan sometimes even felt that this old man was sitting like this, would he die suddenly.

He Yifan was still lying quietly, his face was a little rudder than yesterday, his breathing was steady, Chu Hanxuan was relieved, looking at the old man sitting in the hall, he couldn't help but think, who is this person?

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, the black-robed old man said to Chu Hanxuan.

"Ahh

Just as she was about to speak, Chu Hanxuan suddenly saw that He Yifan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly moved, Chu Hanxuan was overjoyed, and asked with concern: "Brother Fan, Brother Fan! Are you awake?"

He Yifan opened his eyes slowly, his vision slowly became clearer, and a beautiful face appeared in front of him, his face was anxious, his eyes were slightly red, and he seemed to have not slept well for a long time.

"Xuan ......" He Yifan wanted to say something, but his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word.

The black-robed old man sitting outside the house saw He Yifan wake up, and the wind rushed into the inner hall, looked at He Yifan, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, how did this ancient town formation break?"

When Chu Hanxuan saw him like this, he suddenly shouted loudly like a lioness with fried hair: "What are you doing!" He just woke up and couldn't even speak, can't you see it?"

As he spoke, the spirit snake software on Chu Hanxuan's waist was silently unsheathed, and the long sword was across his chest, protecting He Yifan behind him, his eyes were full of firmness and.

"Why do you want to, you have to wait for him to recover, saying, if you ask like this again, what if my husband and wife die in front of you!" Chu Hanxuan lifted the long sword upside down, and the tip of the sword with cold light was on his lower abdomen.

As long as Chu Hanxuan exerts a slight force, the long sword will penetrate his body and will also pierce into He Yifan's body.

The black-robed old man looked down at Chu Hanxuan in front of him, she was obviously a little girl, but at this time, she had a righteous and awe-inspiring look, a firm expression, and unyielding eyes, which made the black-robed old man seem to remember something back then.

After a long time, the black-robed old man stood up straight, looked at Chu Hanxuan, and said leisurely: "You guys haven't married yet." ”

With that, the black-robed old man turned around and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, Chu Hanxuan threw away the long sword in his hand, and turned his head to look at He Yifan who was lying down.

He Yifan opened his eyes slightly, one hand had already grasped the handle of the Soul Breaking Knife beside him, at this time, seeing the old man in black robe turn around, seeing Chu Hanxuan like this, his heart was relieved and he fainted again.

"Brother Fan, Brother Fan!" Chu Hanxuan shouted anxiously.

Seeing that He Yifan fainted again, he put his jade hand on He Yifan's vein, seeing that He Yifan's pulse was stable and there was no major problem, Chu Hanxuan's heart was settled.

Suddenly, Chu Hanxuan turned around and looked at the black-robed old man standing in the hall, Chu Hanxuan picked up the sword thrown on the ground, walked out angrily, and pointed the long sword at the black-robed old man.

"I know that you must have a plan when you enter this ancient town of Vientiane, in this world, the only person who can enter this ancient town is my husband, if you want to enter the battle, you look forward to my husband's long life" Chu Hanxuan said to the old man in black robe.

The black-robed old man turned his head slightly, looked at Chu Hanxuan with a smile and said, "How do I know if what you said is true or false?"

"Is it true or not, when my brother Fan wakes up, you will know, anyway, you are strong in martial arts, are you afraid that we will not be able to escape?" Chu Hanxuan was not afraid of the black-robed old man, but said provocatively.

The old man in the black robe looked at the young girl in front of him, thinking in his heart how many years have passed, and no one has dared to talk to him like this for a long time.

Thinking of this, he chuckled softly and said, "Okay! I don't think you can play any tricks." ”

After that, he was about to get up and walk out, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned back to Chu Hanxuan and said, "Presumably he will wake up in another hour or two, remember, you can't give him water to drink within the moment he wakes up." ”

"Why?" Chu Hanxuan asked puzzled.

"If you can't drink it, you can't drink it! The old man said this, do you like to listen to it or not!" The old man in the black robe walked out as he spoke, and after a short time, he disappeared again on the bluestone street.

Chu Hanxuan turned her head and looked at He Yifan who was lying on the bed, feeling anxious in her heart, "This black-robed old man's martial arts are so high, and the speed of his body is simply unheard of, this time Brother Fan wakes up, and he has to recover for a few days before he can do it, is it really to take him to Vientiane Pavilion?"