After Jiang Lan entered the guest room, he lifted the veil on his face and placed it gently on the table, as if flowing gold and fine sand were gently folded together.

This veil is not as tempting as a Hu woman, but is ashamed to speak. It is useless to cover up her face and makes people even more curious. She is really doing it to hide her true face.

The materials are made of rare gold and jade silk in the world, which is both light and can cover up the face. With the veil made by a wise figure in the Mohist school, it can also mislead people's eyes. Instead, it makes people unable to see the true outline of the face. It is also a rare secret treasure in the world. I don't know how many female heroes from extraordinary backgrounds are always rare to see.

Jiang Lan stood by the window and looked at the crowd outside. Although her words and deeds were humble and polite, her face was always light. Even Wang Anfeng could not see what she was thinking.

She hid and hid all the way, and now she approached Jiannan Road. Only then did she feel a little more relaxed, not as urgent as before.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door. Jiang Lan felt alert, his eyes shrank slightly, and he raised his hand to cover the veil again on his face. In a moment, someone stopped at the door. He knocked on the door three times and said slowly:

"Miss Lan, it's me."

Jiang Lan heard that it was Wu Qiong's voice, and his heart was slightly relieved, but he had not taken off his face. He first sued him and walked gently to the door to open the door. The old scholar with white hair and white hair and blue shirt standing outside the door.

When Wu Qiong saw Jiang Lan, he did not relax his vigilance because he heard his voice, and nodded slightly.

There are thousands of mountains and valleys in my heart, and this is the only thing that is stronger than Jiang Yang, her father, who is the master of Ye Xuanxuan.

Thinking of the old man, who said it would be fine or not, was not fine. The old man was in a complicated mood and just sighed softly.

Jiang Lan welcomed Wu Qiong into the house, poured two cups of herbal tea, the old man took a sip of tea, gently placed the tea cup on the table, looking at the street outside, which was gradually different from the graceful architectural style of Jiangnan Road, and said softly:

"I've arrived in Jiannan Road."

Jiang Lan nodded.

The old man said again: "It's not good to bother Miss Xue and the others along the way. Since we arrived in Jiannan Road, we should almost separate from them. After all, our Ye Xuan's affairs are still in the world, and we have to solve them ourselves."

"I have already written a letter to my old friend in Zixiao Villa to send me a message. When the time comes, they will naturally help you. I can't say that I will help you return to Yi Yexuan, but at least I can protect your safety in Miss Lan. At that time, the old man will naturally return the revenge and favors that should be repaid one by one."

"Zixiao Villa..."

Jiang Lan's eyes were slightly condensed.

The seven sects in the world are on the top of the mountain on the peak of the rivers and lakes. Naturally, they will not be as harmonious as ordinary people think. The struggles and grudges between them are often not known to outsiders, but the fierceness is much more dangerous than those martial artists in the rivers and lakes.

For example, the Tianshan Sword Sect, which has been the leader of the swordsmanship in the world for a hundred years, has always been incompatible with Yi Ye Xuan, while the Tianlong Courtyard sits upright in the northwest, watching the vast atmosphere of the iron chain across the river every day, and not interacting with the various schools and sects in the rivers and lakes.

In the Shu area of ​​Jiannan Road, Zixiao Villa is like a tiger entrenched. Looking south at Ye Xuan, the north is the ancestral courtyard of the dragon and tiger of the Taoist sect. Naturally, there are some contacts with these two major forces. Many of the children in the sect travel together and travel around the world, and there are also many beautiful stories about the elders who are friends of life and death.

For example, when he was young, Jiang Yang, the master of Ye Xuanxuan, once traveled with Yuan Shouyue, the sword-holding elder of Zixiao Villa. During his five years, he had done the feat of crossing the mountain and breaking the village with two swords, drinking with the moon, and doing ridiculous things that he could not beat sitting on the ground and scolding people.

The deep feelings are no less than those of biological brothers.

Wu Qiong naturally couldn't feel at entrusting Jiang Yang's only daughter to him.

If we talk about security, the hinterland of the seven sects in the world is probably only slightly inferior to the palace. Moreover, Yuan Shouyue's only son Yuan Zixia is young and promising. She is only in her early twenties and has entered the top five of the Sword List, and is ranked alongside the Kingly Sword Practice by the seventh son of the Xuanyuan family.

He had a little bit of "entrusting his orphans" in his heart. He wanted to find a good home for Jiang Lan, who regarded him as his granddaughter. After he had no worries, he would go out of the world and let go.

Jiang Lan was agile and was praised for having exquisite orifices in his heart. When he heard this, his eyes were lowered, but he did not show too much strangeness.

The two talked for a while again. Most of the time, Wu Qiong was talking, Jiang Lan listened quietly, and he was old and talking too much when he was separated. This was not a distinction between ordinary people and ordinary people, or famous martial artists in the world. There was nothing different about licking the calf.

After talking secretly, drinking a pot of daisy herbal tea, Wu Qiong stood up and said goodbye. After Jiang Lan saw Wu Qiong away, he walked to the window and was stunned.

There were people coming and going on the road, including warriors in strong clothes, scholars with wide robes and wide sleeves, and many vendors who were seeking life.

The naughty boy is not afraid of the heat, and laughs and runs around and plays.

When he played, he stopped in front of the vendor carrying the scarecrow. The vendor was in his thirties and looked lazy. The straw was tied into a rough human form based on a wooden stick that was tall, and was full of red fruits.

At this time, there was no hawthorn, so I used the unripe red sand fruit. Without frost, I poured it on the syrup, which was still tempting, which made the children willingly take out the Daqin Tongbao that they had saved for a long time and exchanged for a bunch of candied haws.

The red color is like flames.

In Jiang Lan's eyes, he was once praised by famous scholars in Jiangnan Dao as having thousands of mountains and valleys in his heart, unlike the woman who was an ordinary daughter's house. After all, it was like a breeze passing by, blowing the green lotus in the pond and stirring up ripples.

Bei Teeth nippled her red lips and whispered:

"fraud……"

A group of naughty children got the candied haws that they had long been young, and they looked satisfied even if they pulled their ears away from their elder sister. When these children dispersed like birds and beasts, at least one-third of the candied haws on the scarecrow were gone.

The lazy man probably felt that the weather was too hot and he couldn't see the child who would come to buy his goods. If this continues, the syrup that was poured on might melt. He immediately carried the candied haws and walked out of the street, and then sat down at the herbal tea shop at the end of the street.

The wooden stick in his hand, which looked like a scarecrow, was placed down and leaned against the table.

The tea shop was familiar with the door and walked forward, and brought a pot of herbal tea and two plates of melons and fruits that were cut. The melon was tied with a rope and hung in the ancient well. It was taken out when it was about to be eaten. Even the innermost part was infected with the air conditioner. When cutting the melon, it was crisp and sound, and the coolness was so loud that it was very cool.

The man opened his chest and ate three pieces in a row before he said with a refreshing whisper. There was an old man in his sixties sitting on the table. He wore a long gown that looked hot in hot weather. He looked elegant and had a pair of lying silkworm eyebrows, but the bags under his eyes were a bit thick, which added a bit of gloom.

He stretched out his thin palms, gently rubbed the teacup, and said lightly:

"Was that girl Lan stayed?"

The man had eaten melons, drank herbal tea, leaned on the chair and narrowed his eyes lazily, and said, "I stayed there, but because of one of the women, I didn't live in the two inns where we greeted him, otherwise it would be more convenient."

The old man laughed, his voice a little hoarse and unpleasant, and said:

"It's enough."

"Although we don't look at each other like Xiahou Xuan, a young master who is a tuberculosis, the young master's eyes are really vicious. He let us stay here early in the morning. This time we get the benefits, but our second master should thank the sick man very well."

The big man frowned and said, "However, it is said that this young master Xiahou once had some feelings for Miss Lan, but now he will join forces with us..."

The old man sneered, groping with his hands to the edge of the porcelain cup, paused, and said:

"It is not uncommon for superiors to have a father and son to have a fratricidal relationship. However, a woman, Xiahou Xuan, was weak, could firmly occupy the limelight of the younger generation of the Xiahou family. If her mind was not stingy, how could it be done?"

"That is, there is no hope for martial arts, and I will not be able to become a master for life. I will not use the Longyuan Guqin of the Xiahou family, otherwise I would not lower my head to join forces with our second son. However, I will judge the situation and do not hesitate to attack my old lover. If I were not born with physical weakness and coughing up blood at any time, I would be called a heartbreaking heroic spirit."

The man agreed with the words and nodded slightly.

There were a few guests in the herbal tea shop, but none of them showed any strangeness when they talked to them. They wore a bag on their waists, a knife with a blade growing above the Daqin sword, drinking tea quietly without saying a word.

…………………………

Perhaps because he rarely encountered a big business, the inn's very fat shopkeeper almost tried his best to serve these big customers comfortably, and even gave up his face and persuaded him to go to a nearby familiar inn to invite the chef.

The dishes in Shu are different from those in Jiangnan Road, and are mostly spicy. This chef is particularly good at eating rabbits, with big arms and round waists. He brought seven or eight chefs to the inn to teach everyone who had eaten Jiangnan cuisine for more than ten days to change their tastes.

Especially Wang Anfeng was born in Wangxian County, and most of the Shenwu Mansions are warriors near Fufeng. They are already unable to eat the light and sweet taste of Jiangnan Road. Shu cuisine is spicy and comfortable, which is more suitable for their taste.

The chef brought some hand-torn rabbit meat and put it on plates for everyone to serve. Just as he was about to eat, Wang Anfeng's chopsticks suddenly stopped. Tian Zhide next to him was slightly stunned and looked at Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng asked with a smile:

"Hero Tian, ​​can you hear what sounds are outside?"

Tian Zhide went to listen intently, but only heard a quiet feeling, shook his head blankly, and said, "Nothing..."

Wang Anfeng said softly:

"Yes, nothing."

"But there are almost all the families in this city who have dogs, pedestrians are coming and going. I could hear the sound of dogs barking a lot the moment ago. Why did there be nothing at once?"

Tian Zhide and Fei Yonglin's expressions changed drastically, and the sound of a clanging sound was endless. Wu Qiong threw down his chopsticks, raised his breath and stood up. After cultivation for more than ten days, the energy had returned and he blinked his sleeves and hit him out.

The strong energy was like a dragon roaring, and instantly crashed out of the inn.
Chapter completed!