Qin Jian's heart was sinking, and there was no source or successor of the rain needle, but this rain needle of hatred took Lin Yifeng's life, which made him think of someone with a chill in his heart.

Fang Buwen saw Qin Jian's face change into fear, his heart was also tight, he didn't have time to ask anything, Qin Jian had already sighed, and said slowly: "The sky is full of hatred and rain needles have appeared, and Murong Gufeng has a successor." ”

Fang Buwen has always been immersed in the past of the past for a day, and he has fallen into it so deep that his thoughts are confused, Qin Jian's words came out, he was still stunned for a moment before he reacted, and his face changed greatly.

After a moment of silence, Fang Buwen broke the silence first, and said as if talking to himself: "Maybe things didn't happen like that, they didn't suffer like that!"

Qin Jian also relieved himself, lowered his head, and said slowly: "She is the only heir of Murong Gufeng, the heir of Murong Gufeng, even if she is a teenage girl, she can still appear in a strange town, and the rain needle full of hatred may not be fully exerted, but it is enough to make the world's thief king, who is perfect in light skills and can only be called a master in martial arts, go to Huangquan." ”

Qin Jian got up slowly, walked out of the pavilion, Fang Buwen looked at Qin Jian helplessly, and still said: "She is by the pond outside the forest, she is crying, she is very fragile, Murong Gufeng's heir should not be like this, maybe you changed her." ”

Qin Jian's body paused, and he was stunned before walking slowly, Fang Buwen's words touched him a lot, Fang Buwen looked at Qin Jian's reaction, he just sighed, he didn't want Qin Jian to hurt Yan Xiaojun, and all the persuasion language was so insignificant, Fang Buwen could only hope that what he saw was true, and he could only hope for this, so he would say - it was you who changed her words.

Yan Xiaojun sat quietly on the edge of the pond alone, on a deliberately dug smooth stone slab, the moon was already in the sky, the figure in the water looked so beautiful after the moonlight hazy modification, and the hair that was originally tied up had fallen out. Silver flower makeup, silk butterfly lightly, although the bangs braided ring is rough, but in the pond, the moonlight has been exquisite, the plain clothes are like snow, the reflection of the water looks beautiful like a picture, this beauty disappears from time to time, looming, a tear slides down into the water, ripples should be scattered in tears, the beauty is folded, a moment to fully recover.

Yan Xiaojun didn't think about wiping away his tears, but Gu Ying looked at the reflection of the pond in a daze, the reflection on the water surface was reborn in the folds that faded and spread, and the reflection into the painting had been disturbed, and another figure appeared in it.

Yan Xiaojun hurriedly wiped away the tears that had not yet slipped from his eyes, looked sideways at Qin Jian, who was already sitting on the side, a strong smile hung on his face that still had tears not dried, Qin Jian also smiled stiffly, looking at Yan Xiaojun, he couldn't open his mouth for all the questions, Yan Xiaojun was so fragile and pitiful at this time, but there was a kind of poignancy that I saw pity, which made people feel care and pity.

Qin Jian temporarily forgot about the hatred of the rain needle and Lin Yifeng, and the handkerchief he took out of his arms gently wiped away Yan Xiaojun's tears, and asked softly: "What's the matter, so much sentimentality, but not the Brother Yan in my mind." ”

Fang Buwen's words echoed in Qin Jian's mind, Qin Jian looked at Yan Xiaojun with some pity, and in Yan Xiaojun's Chu Chu gaze, the cynical laughter was gone, and he said softly: "No matter what happens, I will be by your side." ”

Yan Xiaojun's tears were hard to stop, and before Qin Jian wiped away her tears again, Yan Xiaojun had already thrown himself into Qin Jian's arms and said sobbingly: "No one has ever cared about me like this, my father-in-law is tortured by pain every day, but calling me martial arts has never really made me feel warm." ”

Qin Jian hugged Yan Xiaojun unconsciously, he felt Yan Xiaojun's body trembling a little, maybe because of the cool breeze of the autumn night, her body was very cold.

After a moment of hugging, Qin Jian unconsciously stroked Yan Xiaojun's smooth hair, which seemed to be an infinite temptation, his hand was almost unconscious, but Yan Xiaojun's heart was indescribably warm, and a sense of security that she had never had before made her forget everything at this time and be deeply immersed in it.

A trace of sound brought Qin Jian back to reality, and Fang Buwen slowly walked on the forest path in the courtyard back, unconsciously muttering to himself: "The prodigal son is so affectionate, how can he go through so many long years of rivers and lakes! There is only one prodigal son in the world, Qin Jian, and God is not thin on the old man, but also on Murong Gufeng!"

For a long time, Yan Xiaojun was reluctant to leave Qin Jian's warm arms, Qin Jian said softly: "Xiaojun, have you ever been to Hanzhong?"

Yan Xiaojun just shook his head gently, although Qin Jian's question was very plain, but his heart was extremely nervous, Yan Xiaojun's gentle movement made him feel relieved for a while, and he didn't realize his strengths.

Yan Xiaojun raised his face to look at Qin Jian and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qin Jian smiled and said, "It's nothing, by the way, did your stepfather mention the hatred of the rain needle?"

Yan Xiaojun shook his head, but said negatively: "Brother Qin, my father-in-law mentioned it once, it's been too long, and I can't remember it just now." ”

Yan Xiaojun's mood returned to that time, and said faintly: "My father-in-law was very angry that day, and he said to himself that the rain needle was gone forever, and he would never hope again, he died with Murong Gufeng in the Wind Cliff! When that jade plaque came here, the enemy he hated to the bone would naturally know who he was, and when I saw Mr. Fang, I only had the pain of my father-in-law in my heart, so I 、、、、、、"

Qin Jian caressed Yan Xiaojun's hair, maybe this was just caressing Yan Xiaojun's pain, Yan Xiaojun's mood gradually calmed down, it can be seen from his comfort in Qin Jian's arms, looking at the pond as quiet as a mirror, feeling Yan Xiaojun's calm heartbeat, Qin Jian asked again: "Xiaojun, the rain needle is your father-in-law's life-protecting school, you are his only heir, why didn't he teach you?"

Yan Xiaojun said softly: "I don't know, maybe it's the cause of the pain, my father-in-law is very withdrawn, although he regards me as a daughter in his heart, but he rarely really talks to me, most of the time it is difficult for us to say a few words a day, and he never talks about him." I remember I asked curiously, but when I mentioned it, he would avoid it, and then there would be a long silence, and you could see from his face that he was in pain, and he had endured such torture every day, so I would not mention the things that would make him unhappy. ”

Qin Jian was a little disappointed, he couldn't get any clues from Yan Xiaojun, but he was more lucky and happy, Yan Xiaojun's words at least didn't deceive in his opinion, and every sentence was worthy of his deep belief. Yan Xiaojun is a simple daughter in Murong Gufeng, all Murong Gufeng gave her was suppressed love that could not be fully given, he did not bring any danger to her, Qin Jian understood these things from Yan Xiaojun's words.

Qin Jian couldn't get anything from Yan Xiaojun's words anymore, he was also more willing to enjoy the warmth that he hadn't had for a long time, a kind of warmth that only relatives could give, Qin Jian looked at the calm pond and felt Yan Xiaojun's calm and tranquility.

Fang Buwen had already fallen asleep, he knew the movements of Qin Jian all the way, and the transfer of the Sword Sect and the Sword Alliance Branch Hall had not escaped his eyes.

Fang Buwen knew that he could see everything, but that there were many people who were extending his sight and hearing, so that he could see everything.

Qin Jian left Taochuan Town, Fang Buwen's eyeliner followed all the way, and as soon as the news of Yan Xiaojun angrily killing **** in the forest on the border of Hanyang and Ankang came back, Fang Buwen issued a few instructions, and the masters near and far were rushing back.

If Peach Blossom Island is captured and Fang Buwen is killed, the people who collect and investigate the news of the rivers and lakes will no longer get commissions for them to enjoy a luxurious life, so they will not let the fall of Peach Blossom Island and the killing of their employers, they will try their best to protect Peach Blossom Island, at least they will save Fang Buwen.

Early in the morning, the birdsong is pleasant, the sun has not yet entered the courtyard of Qihong Village, the lake has been bathed in the warm feelings of the sun, two gorgeously decorated big boats stop on the lake that looks boundless, the Sikkim depiction pillars, the building is colorful, printed with the endless halo of the morning sun, in front of the big ship, left and right 100 meters away, three small boats riding the wind and waves to guide the way, guard.

In the past, this deserted lake road on the lake seems to be lively now.

Fang Buwen came down from the pavilion in the front hall, came to the hall, pondered for a while, and went to prepare breakfast.

The years on the island are not bitter, every once in a while there are boats to deliver food, and there is also very little meat, because Fang Buwen rarely eats meat, just some chicken is sent, and it is placed in an ice cellar in the backyard that is not left and right by the four seasons, and then there are some fresh fish raised in a few ponds, but life on the island is lonely and boring, so Fang Buwen has a lot of time to spend on food, and habits are forced to become like.

Yan Xiaojun got up in the morning and washed up, just when Qin Jian came out after washing, poured the water from the wooden basin under a peach tree in the courtyard, put the wooden basin and came to the hall with Yan Xiaojun.