Wen Zhongyu came to Murong Yan to go to the back mountain to practice swordsmanship.

Qianyuanzhuang is surrounded by water on all sides, and there is a towering mountain in the southwest, and the cliffs hundreds of feet high are cut smooth like ghosts, which has become a natural barrier in the village. In fact, there is a secret passage on this cliff, and Wen Zhongyu and Murong Yan climbed the cliff every day to practice swords.

The two of them walked out of the compound to the cliff, and after a few steps, they looked up and saw three handsome girls and two young men each holding their swords and walking in a panic. The other party didn't care about the existence and surprised eyes of Murong Yan and the others. On the contrary, Murong Yan saw that those three women were not the maids of the White Camel Mountain? Where did they come from in a hurry this early in the morning? Murong Yan glanced back at them suspiciously.

Wen Zhongyu smiled: "What is Sister Yan looking at?

Murong Yan turned around and said, "Brother, you don't know, but three of the five people who just passed over are from White Camel Mountain!"

Wen Zhongyu was also taken aback, and said, "What are the people from White Camel Mountain doing when they come out early in the morning? I'm afraid something is wrong!"

Murong Yan nodded.

Suddenly, I heard a whistling sound in front of me, a kind of fury and indignation!

Murong Yan could hear that it was sent by a master with profound internal skills, and she also heard that it was sent by her mentor Nangong Xiong! Could it be that the mentor had encountered something or that there was any difficulty, so she was so shocked that she hurriedly flew onto the roof.

Wen Zhongyu also nodded and flew to follow, his posture was also light and graceful, and his clothes were fluttering.

Yu Wenqing hid to the side and looked sour.

Murong Yan saw a yellow figure passing by quickly, and the man also glanced at himself, a mask under the sun, a pair of eyes full of essence.

Murong Yan did not rush to stop him. It looked up and followed the prestige.

I saw a big man rushing over, it was Nangong Xiong, the teacher!

Murong Yan and Wen Zhongyu hurriedly greeted each other.

Nangong Xiongren did not come to his side. He already roared angrily: "The girl hasn't stopped the man in the yellow shirt soon, Shaochuan is in his hands!"

Murong Yan scolded. With a turn in the air, he lifted his strength and exerted his strength, and the person rushed over Wen Zhongyu like lightning and rushed straight to the yellow-shirted man, and the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed and rolled up with sword flowers in the sky.

Wen Zhongyu was also stunned, he retracted his feet and turned around to carefully look at the person in the yellow shirt in front of him, rolled down the room and flew out to copy the bread from the ground.

Wen Zhongyu didn't run out a few steps, but a person appeared to block the way.

A Peugeot teenager is none other than Yu Wenqing!

Wen Zhongyu shook his shoulders and flashed.

Yu Wenqing followed sideways, and wanted to drag Wen Zhongyu.

Wen Zhongyu was furious. Turned over from the scabbard in the air and kicked it, shouted angrily, and said angrily: "It's a friend or an enemy, make it clear before you do it!"

Yuwen Qing shook his body and dodged, rushing out to block the way.

When Wen Zhongyu saw that this person was stubborn, he was probably not a good person, so he hurriedly landed his sword in his chest.

Yu Wenqing touched his face, looked at Wen Zhongyu carefully, and said with a smile: "It's really a cute and pretty look! Yu Wenqing, the young master of the White Camel Mountain, has seen the young master!"

Wen Zhongyu snorted coldly. put away his sword and said angrily: "Since it is the young master of the White Camel Mountain, it must be a guest! Since the young master knows the young master, he should not make a move to stop me and mislead my business!"

Yuwen Qing smiled and said, "What's the matter? Isn't it just a private meeting with the eldest lady of the Murong family!"

Wen Zhongyu shook his feet and said angrily: "Please be more respectful to the young master of the village, haven't you heard that the young master of the Murong family, Shaochuan, has been kidnapped?

Yu Wenqing put his hands behind his back. He looked at Wen Zhongyu with affection, and said with a smile: "What does the Murong family's affairs have to do with you and me!

Wen Zhongyu said angrily: "Why is the young master making trouble here at this time, the Four Swords Alliance has to wait for the arrival of the Xin family's children." Why are you in a hurry, don't get out of the way, don't delay my business!"

There were loud shouts in front, and Murong Yan dared to make a move with the man in yellow.

Wen Zhongyu was even more anxious. Shaking his shoulders and about to fly out, Yu Wenqing still twisted his waist to block the way, and looked at Wen Zhongyu with a smile.

Wen Zhongyu slapped it with a palm. said angrily: "Miss Yuwen, don't play childish!"

Yuwen Qing's face turned red when he saw through his identity at a glance to strangers, but it aroused the naughtiness of his girl, and he smiled coquettishly: "Since the young owner knows my identity, then I can't leave today!"

Wen Zhongyu was stunned when he heard this, hurriedly flew backwards, and said, "Why is that?"

Yuwen Qing said proudly: "Since the young master can accompany the eldest sister of the Murong family, he has to accompany the young master!"

Wen Zhongyu said angrily: "Fart, shameless!"

Yuwen Qing stepped forward and smiled: "Well, you look so good at scolding!" Yu Wenqing said and reached out to touch Wen Zhongyu's face.

Wen Zhongyu slammed his sword with his right hand, shook his shoulder and slashed with his left palm.

Yu Wenqing didn't dodge or dodge, and said with a smile: "Since the young owner wants to do it, let's learn first!"

Murong Yan's cultivation was already the first in the world, and he flew past the yellow-shirted man, waved his sword to force the man back, and said angrily: "Thief, return my child!"

The man in the yellow shirt was also quite surprised by Murong Yan's skills, so he hurriedly stopped and dodged, and said angrily: "Who are you? Who is your child?"

Murong Yan said: "Auntie, I am Murong Yan, the eldest lady of the Murong family, and the child in your hand is my son Shaochuan!" Murong Yan saw Shaochuan hanging his head in that person's hand, motionless, his soul was scattered, and when he was angry, he attacked with a sword with a nod of his feet.

The man in the yellow shirt shook the child in his hand and said, "If you move again, I will pinch the child to death!"

Murong Yan hurriedly abandoned his sword and hurriedly said, "Don't hurt my child!"

The yellow-shirted man sneered: "Don't worry, the child is just a point, and he is not injured at all! Why do I believe that you are Murong Yan? Who is this child?" The yellow-shirted man stared at Murong Yan with a pair of cold eyes.

Hearing that the child was not in danger, Murong Yan's heart was somewhat calmer, and he hurriedly said intermittently: "Child, the child is the child of me and Ren Tianqi of Guangling Renjiabao, called Shaochuan, four years old this year!"

The man in yellow snorted coldly and said, "How can Ren Tianqi have a child with you? Do the children of the Murong family still need to practice drugs? Who are you fooling!"

Murong Yan was shocked and said, "What? Shaochuan is poisoned!" Murong Yan pounced on him, his hands folded out.

The yellow-shirted man flew up like a whirlwind to avoid it, staring at Murong Yan tightly.

Nangong Xiong had already rushed to seal the back road of the man, and said angrily: "Thief, don't let go of my grandson quickly, lest the old man do it!"

The yellow-shirted man glanced at Nangong Xiong and sneered: "Should I call you Mr. Gu, or should I call you Jade-faced Yama? What does this kid have to do with you?"

Nangong Xiong was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "It turns out that she is also a not simple lord, what's the matter, she Murong Yan is my apprentice, and that Shaochuan is my apprentice grandson, what's wrong?"

The yellow-shirted man looked at Nangong Xiong and Murong Yan, sneered, and said, "I'm confused with the two of you, how did this Murong family become your apprentice again?

Nangong Xiong said angrily: "Is it my apprentice who cares about your birds, do you still think that there is a chance to escape from the palms of the two of us?"

Murong Yan was startled when he heard this, hurriedly put his feet away, and said, "Master is slow for the time being, maybe he is really not the one who kidnapped Shaochuan, listen to me for the time being!"

Nangong Xiong felt that Murong Yan's words were reasonable, and nodded.

Murong Yan said: "The ancient predecessors are the mentors of my husband Ren Tianqi, and few people in the world know about them; my Murong Yan met my husband five years ago in my Gusu Murong Zhuang and got married, although my husband's life and death are unknown, but my Murong Yan has been accepted by my mentor and ancient predecessors, so, isn't the child my mentor's grandson?"

The man in the yellow shirt nodded, handed Shaochuan to Murong Yan, and said with a smile: "There is no problem with the child, it's just that this child seems to have been practicing poison for a short time, and this is what the eldest lady should pay more attention to!"

Murong Yan took the child and flew back, and made a move to wake up Shaochuan.

Shaochuan opened his eyes and saw that it was his mother, and hugged Murong Yan and cried.

Seeing that the child was fine, Nangong Xiong and Murong Yan were relieved.

Nangong Xiong hugged his fist at the yellow-shirted man and said with a smile: "Dare to ask your friend your name, you are polite in Xia Nangong Xiong!"

The man in the yellow shirt also smiled politely and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Nangong for accepting such a good disciple again!

Nangong Xiong glanced at Murong Yan in surprise and said with a smile: "So good!"

Murong Yan was also busy holding the child to greet the yellow-shirted man, and said, "Murong Clan's husband has thanked you!"

The yellow-shirted man hurriedly flew away and said with a smile: "Why should the eldest lady be polite! Why, Yan Luo, don't you want to go to the mountain peak with me to watch the battle? Your old man Wang Chongyang is not very chic in life, and he is very down! It would be a pity to miss it!" The yellow-shirted man turned around and glanced at Nangong Xiong.

Murong Yan looked at her teacher suspiciously.

Nangong Xiong's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again and said yes.

Nangong Xiong said with a smile: "I said baby, now this Shaochuan is back, but there are still a few rare masters in the world who are impatient with loneliness on this mountain, my old man has to go up and take a look at the fun! The child will wait for me to come back in the evening, you have to take care of the child! If the old man I don't go to see Shaochuan at night, I will be reluctant to go down the mountain, you wait for yourself to take care of yourself!" Nangong Xiong smiled strangely at Murong Yan.

Murong Yan Bingxue is smart, how can she not understand what the master means.

Nangong Xiong turned around and flew away with the yellow-shirted man.

Murong Yan hugged Shaochuan in surprise, picked up the sword, and said with a smile: "Where have you been, you miss your mother!"

Shaochuan leaned on Murong Yan's neck and said, "Mom, I'm so hungry!"

Murong Yan flew down to the room with the child in her arms, and said with a smile: "Hungry, let's go back to take a bath and eat, my mother is going to take our family Shaochuan to meet someone!"

Shaochuan said happily: "Are you going to see our uncle? Shaochuan misses my uncle so much!"

Murong Yan buried and said: "Something without conscience, with the same virtue as your old man, doesn't he miss his mother?"

Shaochuan hugged his mother and kissed him, and said coquettishly: "Shaochuan always thinks about his mother!"

Murong Yan's mother and son went back happily, but they forgot that there was another Wen Zhongyu! (To be continued......)