But since I was thirteen years old, I have seen my husband draw more than once. With a high perspective, my eyesight is almost the same, and I only say the husband's words in his spare time.

But he didn't know how good a scholar in Qing silence was when he was young. In just a few words, the old man with extraordinary temperament had his eyes lit up. After careful consideration, he felt a sudden sense of enlightenment, and suddenly he turned from an old senior with extraordinary temperament to a warm-hearted old man.

The very familiar way pulled Wang Anfeng to sit down, which made the young disciples guarding in the distance stunned.

Just when Wang Anfeng felt a headache because the old man was too warm, Gong Bairong walked quickly from outside the Sanchong Gate, but she was the only one, and the old friend was not seen. Wang Anfeng looked slightly stunned. Gong Bairong entered the pavilion and saw the old man pointing at the scroll with an eager face, and was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, I took the initiative to salute:

"I have met Elder Zhou."

The old man turned around and his expression became colder after eagerness, and he just nodded.

Wang Anfeng stood up and looked at Gong Bairong who was only here, and said, "The owner of the manor..."

Gong Bairong apologized and said, "Young Hero Hai Han, the owner of the manor is indeed a common thing, but she also said that since he is an old friend, he should not care about these common etiquettes. You might as well stay in the manor for a while, and wait until the matter is over and we are we welcome the young hero."

Wang Anfeng took out a bag from his arms and handed it over and said, "Then, please hand over this item to the owner of the manor."

Gong Bairong took it, thanked him, and left quickly again.

Wang Anfeng looked at the village in the mountain and raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows. At this moment, many people from the rivers and lakes came up from the bottom of the mountain, including eighteen women in white with swords, surrounded by a man in black clothes. The young master Wang Anfeng and others saw before going up the mountain, who was born in the Hidden Sect Damo Stele Forest.

The old man next to him also frowned and stroked his beard and said, "The people from the Damo Stele Forest are also here."

"At a young age, just like his father and brother, he is full of feminine spirit, vulgarity, too vulgar."

"The martial arts of the thirty-seven-faced stone tablets will be lost one day. Brother Wang, if you don't dislike it, you might as well go to the other courtyard to talk. I still have a lot of paintings. I originally planned to give them to my friends, but I never thought that many people didn't come, and it was useless to waste my efforts. I also made a special trip to tell Master Xuan this time."

"Master Xuan?"

"Is the old man Yi Ye Xuan born?"

The old man surnamed Zhou smiled and said, "It was Ye Xuan between the mountains and rivers. I was asked by Junior Brother Ren Changge to come here, which is not right... At this time, I should call Master Xuan. Something happened to my Xuan in the past two years. I was so tired that Junior Brother Ren, who was originally in the death gate in Fufeng Academy Palace, came out of the mountain to serve as Master Xuan."

"After so long, I still haven't changed my name."

Zhou Shen raised his hand and patted his forehead lightly, and smiled helplessly.

Wang Anfeng had seen the Xuan Master who could be called a righteous and righteous person with his own eyes. He nodded and said:

"It turned out that Mr. Zhou was in person. I had never known Mr. Zhou before, and I hope to atone for my sins."

Zhou Shen smiled loudly and said, "Why are you so rigid?"

"Come on, I have also mentioned my identity. Don't you come here? The technique of using the pen tip you mentioned before is extremely unique, so I will talk to me carefully."

As he said that, he refused to allow Wang Anfeng to refuse. He grabbed his arm and took him out of the public hall.

Wang Anfeng felt that the old man's cultivation was only sixth grade, and he was unwilling to forcibly shock him. He also thought to himself that it was Mr. Ren's sect after all, and the girl his friend Xiahou Xuan liked since childhood was a child was the only daughter of the previous Xuan Lord. This time, the conspiracy in Baihu Hall would be known to him.

Before this, we had to confirm that there was no container for the White Tiger Lord among the people who came to Ye Xuan. At that moment, we had to give up half-heartedly and follow the old man. We passed by the people in the Great Ink Stele Forest, and walked up for a while before we arrived at the villa that was distributed to Ye Xuan.

But at this time, there were several Ye Xuan disciples at the door, who seemed to be at a loss.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old sat under the tree in the door. He looked up at the distance and was dazed in a daze. His soft black hair was slightly curly and he was wearing a jade crown. He looked like a boy behind him, but his face was pale and his beardless. He smiled and narrowed his eyes, and bowed slightly to the front.

Zhou Shen and Wang Anfeng, who were mostly famous among the Qin gentry, stopped together.

The former was just shocked.

Wang Anfeng's face was already a little wrong. At this moment, he thought about why the world's number one farm can stand in the court without being in chaos. The old owner not only has the best martial arts skills in the world, but also has some relationship with the royal family. The couplet on the farm was written by the previous emperor, and the contemporary emperor wanted to call him "The Third Uncle".

The seventeen-year-old boy noticed the old man's return, his eyes lit up, rushed out, and said in his mouth:

"Mr. Zhou..."

The boy saw the young man next to the old man, his smile stopped abruptly, and then his brown eyes suddenly burst into amber-like light. He stretched out his right hand and pointed at Wang Anfeng, and stuttered:

"King, king..."

Zhou Shen recognized the identity of the young man and coughed twice to attract the young man to enter, and even to vaguely keep the identity of the young man next to him. Although everyone knows that the old owner is the third uncle of the emperor, if it is on this day, if the eldest son of the crown prince and the eldest grandson of the Qin Emperor appear in a place full of fierce people in the world, it will be a little wrong no matter how you look at it.

But just as he pulled Li Changxing's cuff, Wang Anfeng looked complicated and sighed, saying:

"Your Highness."

All over his body and two core disciples of Ye Xuan were stunned.

But then Li Changxing's reaction almost made them scream.

The Emperor Changsun, who had the expectations of the next generation of the royal family, tidied up his clothes and gave a serious gesture. He could not tell any fault in his actions. He said respectfully:

"Changxing has met Uncle Wang."

"The last time I was in Fufeng, I didn't recognize my uncle, and I hope he will forgive me."

The old man next to him widened his mouth and looked at Li Changxing. He was a real emperor's grandson, not a fake person who exchanged the prince. When he looked at Wang Anfeng's eyes, he looked a little weird.

Li Changxing spoke again, and the next sentence was.

"When did Uncle Wang break up with that Miss Xue and marry my aunt Qiwu?"

"Or otherwise, that Miss Xue is a kid..."

Wang Anfeng's hand knife fell on Huang Changsun's forehead.

No one, including the eunuch behind Li Changxing, reacted. Wang Anfeng looked at the boy who was covering his head and crying pain in front of him. He was not such a reckless person, and wanted to keep a distance from the royal family. But after hearing what he said, he subconsciously took action. Then he thought of the first village in Baihu Hall that had ambushed many times, shook his head and said:

"Nothing."

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The story of the Lord Yi Ye Xuanxuan is from Chapter 38 to Chapter 56 of the world.
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