readx;? Bai Yufeng followed Nangong Wan'er back along the road, but Nangong Wan'er didn't mention Ling Lingqi's matter again, and Bai Yufeng didn't ask again, both of them deliberately diverted the topic. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Bai Yufeng and Nangong Wan'er returned along the road, in the deep courtyard of the Nangong family, an old man wearing a broken straw hat walked to a quiet courtyard, and flew directly to the center of the courtyard with a little foot.

"Do you know I'm coming, I've already made tea?" the old man chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, his eyes hidden under his straw hat.

"Yes, if you don't come early or late, you should come at this time!" There was a loud scolding from inside the main room, but the scolding was full of joy.

The old man laughed twice, and directly pushed the door into the house: "Haven't you heard Brother Liu 'Friends come from afar, it's happy'?"

An old man with a white beard and a bare head stood up from a horseman, with a square face, sharp eyes, and bronzed skin, and his face was full of anger at this time: "What am I happy about, as soon as your surname Meng comes, my private goods will suffer, did you steal the jar of 'Ye Huang' yesterday?" But no matter how you look at it, the old man who is called 'Brother Liu' does not have the slightest anger, he is the contemporary head of the Nangong family, Nangong Muyang.

The old man who just pushed the door in, needless to say, was Zhuge Fan, and only he could jump in directly from outside the wall without any scruples.

This small courtyard is Nangong Muyang's residence, ordinary people are not allowed to enter at all, everything inside is taken care of by Nangong Muyang himself, and there is not even a servant.

"Borrow, it's borrowing, how can it be called stealing?" Zhuge Fan said with a smile, took off the broken straw hat on his head and hung it on the wall, "Don't you still have a can, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink it, so I'll help you drink a little." ”

After taking off the straw hat, Zhuge Fan showed a thin face, a pair of eyes were sunken deeply, and there was an inch-long scar on the top of the left and right eyes, as if he had been stabbed with a sword, it is conceivable that if the wound was moved down a few points, Zhuge Fan's eyes would have been blinded.

"Hmph, I have to keep an eye on it today!" Nangong Muyang glared and said, "What are you looking for me to do, are you not convinced by losing yesterday?"

"Yesterday I gave you a plate, and you were still proud. Zhuge Fan said in a hoarse voice, "But I have more important things to talk to you about today." ”

"What's the matter?" Nangong Muyang touched the top of his bare head, looking vigilant.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Zhuge Fan couldn't cry and laughed, and said angrily.

"Because when you ask me to do something, it's never a good thing. Nangong Muyang tasted a cup of tea and said with a headache.

"It's good that you know. Zhuge Fan also took a sip of the teacup, and the conversation changed, "Wan'er, that girl is okay?"

"It's okay, I'm glad I met you this time, otherwise I'll ......," Nangong Muyang replied.

Zhuge Fan waved his hand: "Actually, the person who really saved Wan'er is not me, there are other people." ”

Nangong Muyang was stunned: "It's not you?"

"It's not me, it's the kid. Zhuge Fan nodded, as if he had made up his mind.

"The ...... Ling ...... "Nangong Muyang couldn't remember Ling Lingqi's name for a while, and when Zhuge Fan introduced him, he only said that he was a friend he made on the road, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"The surname is Ling Qi. Zhuge Fan replied, "I originally planned to wait for your birthday in a few days, but I decided to talk to you in a panic." ”

"What's going on, you tell me to hear it. Nangong Muyang saw that the old friend in front of him for decades was so cautious, and he couldn't help but look pale, and secretly used his internal strength to investigate the surroundings.

Zhuge Fan took a sip of tea and told him how he met Ling Lingqi in Xiliang at the beginning, and what happened to him with the Divorce Fairy and the Hundred Poison Fairy.

After hearing this, Nangong Muyang frowned and said, "In this way, Wan'er's girl was saved by Ling Gongzi, but even if it was saved by Ling Gongzi, why are you so cautious?"

"When Ling Lingqi rescued Wan'er, he used 'Taiqing'!" Zhuge Fan added.

Nangong Muyang was stunned, and his brows furrowed even tighter: "'Taiqing' has always been in the hands of the 'Poison King', so it is possible that Ling Lingqi is the heir of the Poison King?"

Zhuge Fan was silent for a moment: "Even if it's not a descendant, it has a lot to do with it...... t”

Nangong Muyang was stunned, snorted, looked at Zhuge Fan with a little displeasure and said: "So what? Heroes don't ask where they come from, why should we care about Ling Lingqi's mentorship, the same sword, in the hands of the evil people, it is the sword of evil in the hands of the righteous people, and in the hands of the righteous people, you haven't even seen through this point so far?"

"Of course I don't care about this, what I really care about is that Ling Lingqi has a lot to do with Lingjiazhuang back then!"

"Lingjiazhuang, why is it related to Lingjiazhuang again...... Should it be ......" Nangong Muyang frowned, trying his best to think about something, and then shook his head, "Impossible, didn't that little boy have already fallen off the cliff and died?"

A trace of pain flashed in Zhuge Fan's eyes: "Or fell to death, or didn't die, although someone found the corpse in the world at the beginning, but at that time, the corpse was no longer the same, and it was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake! In my opinion, Ling Lingqi and Ling Yi are very similar, and in terms of age, if the little boy didn't die at the beginning, it happened to be Ling Lingqi's age, plus Ling Lingqi was also secretly inquiring about Shandong's 'Lingjiazhuang', so I deduced that there must be a great relationship between Ling Lingqi and Lingjiazhuang!"

In the end, a trace of excitement flashed in Zhuge Fan's eyes, he and Ling Yi, the owner of Lingjiazhuang, were friends for eight worships, but when Lingjiazhuang was in trouble, he happened to be far away in the Western Regions, and when he rushed back to Shandong, Lingjiazhuang had been wiped out. Ling Yi's two sons and daughters were escorted by several decent and outstanding disciples to escape from the secret passage at that time, but they were betrayed by the traitors and chased and killed by the evil people who caught up with them later. He didn't help much back then, it has always been a knot in Zhuge Fan's heart, and now Ling Lingqi is very likely to be Ling Yi's son, that is, the last bloodline of Ling Jiazhuang, how can he not be excited?

"Okay, if he is really Ling Yi's descendant, what do you want to do?" Nangong Muyang frowned and said, the case of Lingjiazhuang back then became a heart disease of the righteous path of martial arts, it was simply a big nightmare, and it opened the prelude to the bloody storm in the martial arts over the years, if Ling Lingqi really had anything to do with Lingjiazhuang, things would be much more complicated.

"That's exactly what I want to ask you. Zhuge Fan sighed and said, "Back then, several major sects mishandled it, which led to the collapse of Lingjiazhuang, if Ling Lingqi understood the situation at that time, what thoughts would he have about the martial arts righteous path? )

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