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We walked all the way to the village. We met almost no one on the road. The houses in the village were piled with frost. Yang Guanxian and two of his men followed the old man in white. Not far away, the old man in white opened the door of a small courtyard near the east of the village.
The east part of the village is the poorest place in the entire Xiaoling Village. All the people living there are old people. They usually pickle some sauerkraut and sell it to several big restaurants in the capital. There are also a few old people who have some medical skills and help people in the village to see doctors.
Yang Guanxian followed the old man in white, followed by two of his men.
The taller man stopped and looked back.
"What's wrong?" said another subordinate.
"It seems like someone is watching us." The tall man said softly, with a serious expression.
After all, Yan Qinglin and the others were also in this village, so they had to be careful.
Another subordinate looked around and saw nothing, so he said, "Go in quickly. It's not safe to stay any longer."
The two men entered the house together.
After they left, a figure quietly poked his head out from the corner of a low house and looked at the yard.
"Quan Jiuwei, what are you doing sneakily!" A voice shouted from behind.
The figure was startled, and quickly turned around to cover the visitor's mouth, and said with a glare: "Stop yelling!"
The person who came was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and he was shocked by his excited reaction.
Quan Jiuwei let go of his hand and said, "What do you want me to do?"
"It's just my master." The young man pointed to the small courtyard where the old man in white and Yang Guanxian entered. "I heard the old man said that my master brought a big fat man back and asked me to serve tea. Didn't I meet you now? How about you
Go, I just have to help Old Man Liu and the others smash rice cakes."
"I still have something to do," Quan Jiuwei turned around and walked back, "It's your job to serve tea and water, you can do it yourself."
"Hey!" Seeing him like this, the young man suddenly became angry and pulled Quan Jiuwei, "It's my job to serve tea and water. You committed a crime in the capital and came to our master and apprentice. If it weren't for our master and apprentice to take you in,
You, maybe you are just like those refugees who are starving to death outside, and you still dislike the job of serving tea and water? No, you still have to carry the tea today!"
"Let go!" Quan Jiuwei pulled him away.
"I won't!" The young man said stubbornly, "If you don't see what kind of dog you are, how dare you look down on me! Give me some water!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Quan Jiuwei grabbed the boy by the collar and slammed him against the low wall behind him. The force was so strong that large snowflakes fell down on the wall. The boy gritted his teeth in pain and his back was numb.
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"I'm warning you, if you speak rudely again, I will definitely kill you!" Quan Jiuwei said fiercely, "If it weren't for your master, I would have gone south now. He tricked me all the way back to Beijing. Don't think that I don't want to do anything.
I know! You two, master and disciple, cheated and cheated on me all the way, and you dared to bite me. Go back and tell Ji Hong that I won’t accompany you anymore!"
With that said, he threw the boy to the ground.
The young man pinched his collar and coughed violently. The winter was dry and cold, and his back hurt again. When he recovered, Quan Jiuwei could no longer be seen.
The young man thumped the snow angrily, got up and ran towards the courtyard.
The windows in the room are bright and clean, it is very empty, and there is no trace of fireworks or human atmosphere.
Yang Guanxian sat at the table and looked at the paper on the table. On it were written the three words "Professor to the World". Yang Guanxian had already memorized this content, and he was familiar with it.
"It's my fault," the old man in white sighed, "If I knew she was making such a big fuss in the capital, I wouldn't let her come to the capital."
Yang Guanxian remained silent and looked at the pages on the table without moving his eyes.
"You must have seen it, right?" the old man in white said again.
Yang Guanxian glanced at him and nodded, his lips still pursed.
"It turns out she is your apprentice," said the subordinate behind Yang Guanxian. "They all thought she must have been raised by an expert. It's not surprising."
"Haha!" The old man in white touched his beard and said, "How dare you, how dare you, she is so smart."
"Can't you find her?" the man said.
"Look at the many officers and soldiers in the capital, who has found her?" the old man in white asked.
"That's true..." the subordinate muttered.
"Master!" The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, with wind and snow rushing in. A young man ran in and said angrily, "Master, Quan Jiuwei got angry at me and ran away!"
Yang Guanxian was stunned and said in surprise: "Who?"
The old man in white frowned: "Run away?"
"That's so bad, he's so stupid!" The young man stamped his feet and cursed.
Seeing the young man's embarrassment, the old man in white reacted and scolded: "Look at what you look like, pack up your clothes and bring over some food and drink!"
"Then over there in the Nine Dimensions..."
"Go quickly!" The old man in white interrupted him.
The young man pouted, patted the snow on his body, turned around and left.
"Quan Jiuwei," Yang Guanxian said, "Sir, do you also know Quan Jiuwei?"
"Oh?" The old man in white smiled and said, "From your tone, you also know someone named Quan Jiuwei? But it may have the same pronunciation. There are not many people with the same name and the same pronunciation in the world."
"That's right." Yang Guanxian smiled, and his serious face became honest and cute when he smiled.
He raised his hand to touch the "Faithful Letter" on the table, his smiling face changed slightly, and his eyes were meaningful.
The name Quan Jiuwei rarely has the same pronunciation. "Quan" means comprehensive, "Nine" means wide number, and "Wei" means protection. When Quan Jiuwei was still a baby, he was almost killed by Pan Naifeng's first wife.
Qiao was killed, but fortunately he was saved by an expert. The expert named him Quan Jiuwei, and the surname also meant to keep the child safe.
A few days ago, Quan Jiuwei suddenly disappeared and disappeared from the world. Unexpectedly, he met him here. Moreover, what the young man said was that Quan Jiuwei ran away, and ran a little inexplicably. So, could Yang Guanxian think that the other party was here?
Hiding from yourself?
And, Yang Guanxian even more boldly wondered what the relationship between the so-called Qingzhou Saint in front of him and Quanjiu Dimension would be.
This person first recognized that he was not Guo Ting because he had met his second brother Yang Changshan. The second brother was always cautious in doing things and never used his real name outside. Even if his whereabouts were discovered, there was no way anyone would know his surname "Yang".
So, how did the Qingzhou Saint know this surname?
One possibility is that this person bumped into any of the three brothers in the capital, or visited Zuixian Tower.
The second possibility is that Quan Jiuwei told him, and it was most likely that his second brother told him when he set off for Beiyuan.
Also, this Qingzhou Saint is actually looking for Ah Li and dares to claim to be Ah Li’s master, haha...
I dare not say anything else, but at least one thing Yang Guanxian is certain about is that he can teach a girl like Ah Li, that is, such an expert has a certain age, a high virtue, a transcendent meaning, and unparalleled peace of mind, without saying a word.
, just standing there will make people feel relaxed and at ease. Obviously, the Qingzhou Saint in front of him, who looks like an immortal, does not feel this way, and Yang Guanxian has no good impression of him.
So, here comes the biggest question, what is this person’s purpose and why is he looking for Ah Li?
"This word," Yang Guanxian looked at Gao Shiwen and sighed, "Every time I read it, I am amazed that an eleven or twelve-year-old girl can have such writing power. But speaking of it, in fact, I not only know her, but also
I have done several businesses indirectly, and it was this ink."
