Curses were heard one after another in the southern region.
Most of them were kidnapped. They were restless at night and gathered together to greet the kidnappers.
Ah, sneeze!
When Zhao Yun came to Yan's house, he came in sneezing.
It was Yan Ruyu's boudoir, and he walked in easily through the wall.
Tonight, Yan Ruyu did not paint, but was reading paintings there. To be more precise, she was watching Mr. Zhao passing on the mantle to her. Well, it was a New Year's gift. She secretly looked at it in the dead of night.
Maybe he was so fascinated by it that he didn't even notice someone walking in.
She didn't realize it until someone stood behind her.
"Hey, where are you studying?"
Zhao Yun was as conscious as ever, holding a memory crystal in his hand.
The saintly daughter of the Yan family peeked at the picture of the Spring Palace in the middle of the night. This scene had to be filmed in its entirety.
Yan Ruyu was awakened and stood up in a hurry.
I don't know whether it was because I had seen it too much and felt something, or because I was too shy to be caught in the act. That beautiful cheek turned red instantly, and I wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in and cool off.
"I still have some more."
Zhao Yun picked up the memory crystal and spoke earnestly.
Yan Ruyudun's beautiful eyes burst into flames, and regardless of whether she was reserved or not, she pounced on her and grabbed it, naturally not for the new year's goods, but for the memory crystal. If word of this spread, she would become famous.
"bring here."
"No."
"Stop."
In the middle of the night, the woman's boudoir was filled with jingling bells.
If you stand outside and listen, you might think you are being robbed if you don’t know?
It was a pleasure to watch Xiu'er. Fighting all day long was too boring. It would be good to have a scene like this from time to time. Without such benefits, there had to be some special programs. Now this program is very good to her. She can't do it.
After so much fussing, we went to bed to talk about our ideals in life.
Therefore, her disciple still has great potential.
When she returns, she will have to be properly trained.
After a long time, the movement in the room disappeared.
Looking at it now, it really feels like being robbed, the ground is in a mess.
Yan Ruyu finally gave up and squatted on the ground with her face covered, shameless to see anyone.
Mr. Zhao is still the same Mr. Zhao, it's a bit uncomfortable to hold back his laughter.
People!
You also have to go out and walk around frequently. If you don’t go around, how can you gain knowledge?
Tonight he gained a great insight. He thought that only shameless people like him would study New Year's goods secretly, but he never thought that such a beautiful girl also had a special liking for picture scrolls.
I don't know when Yan Ruyu got up.
There was no fire in her eyes, but there were tears in her eyes. She was probably crying because of anger. This Zhao Yun was really a ghost. He didn't even knock on the door when he entered a woman's boudoir. Otherwise, why would she be in such a mess?
"Don't cry! I'll give it back to you.
"
Zhao Yun coughed dryly and gave him the memory crystal.
In fact, he still had a piece in his arms and went back to appreciate it slowly.
Yan Ruyu took it, glared at Zhao Yun fiercely, and instantly crushed the small crystal stone to pieces. She originally wanted to leave a good impression on this guy before getting married, but now her integrity seemed to be shattered.
"Your grandpa is out of prison."
Zhao Yun stopped talking nonsense and finally became serious.
Yan Ruyu shook her head angrily, her cheeks still red.
"How about making some big noise!"
Zhao Yun took a deep breath, feeling really upset as he waited.
Before Yan Ruyu could respond, a little maid opened the door and came in. She was panting. It looked like she had run all the way. She took a breath before saying, "Miss, our ancestor has left seclusion."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yundun's eyes brightened.
As the old saying goes, it's better to arrive early than to arrive late.
"Come with me."
Yan Ruyu walked out of the room without saying any more nonsense.
She didn't need to say anything, Zhao Yun followed closely behind.
Also following was the little maid, who looked at Zhao Yun a little strangely. Even if he was the lady's master, he couldn't stay in the lady's boudoir in the middle of the night! You must know the difference between men and women.
"Miss, the Southern Territory has been very lively recently."
From the moment Zhao Yun closed his eyes, the little maid caught up with Yan Ruyu.
The young lady shut herself in her room all day long and did not know what was going on in the outside world.
"How lively." Yan Ruyu smiled softly.
"Many people have been kidnapped, including Lin Rong from Shangyang Island, Yu Wenhuahai from Taihang Island, the second elder of the Gongsun family, and the ancestor from Tianlang Island." The little maid was very dedicated and did not forget to speak.
I counted with my little hands, and the more I talked about it, the happier I became, because these things have suppressed the Yan family.
"Is there such a thing as this?"
Yan Ruyu couldn't help but be startled after hearing this, and even glanced at Zhao Yun beside her. She felt that this matter was related to the Holy Son of Tianzong. Even the great Yuan family dared to copy it, and there was nothing else he didn't dare to do.
"Low-key."
Although Zhao Yun said nothing, his expression said everything.
Yan Ruyu was caught off guard. It was really this guy who did it.
While they were talking, the three of them had arrived at a small bamboo forest. Zhao Yun had been here once before. The last time he came here, he treated the injuries of the ancestor of the Yan family. After so many days, he could be considered as revisiting his old place.
The little maid didn't come in and was waiting outside.
As they walked deeper, they saw an old man sitting under a tree. He was the ancestor of the Yan family. When Zhao Yun arrived, he was violently coughing up blood, his face was as pale as bloodless, and there was still the aura of death lingering around him, making him extremely old.
Zhao Yun looked at it and frowned slightly.
The ancestor of the Yan family was seriously injured, and the foundation was already broken.
The person who took action must have been very good at it, and did not want his life. As long as he was disabled and at the peak of the quasi-tian, the current ancestor of the Yan family might not be able to defeat an ordinary quasi-tian.
"grandfather."
Yan Ruyu hurriedly stepped forward and helped the ancestor of the Yan family.
Mr. Zhao was more direct, placing one hand on his back and imbuing him with immortal power.
"This immortal power." The ancestor of the Yan family subconsciously raised his eyes, he recognized this aura.
"It's a junior." Zhao Yun nodded with a smile. This old man probably wouldn't poke him out.
"It is true that heroes emerge at a young age." The ancestor of the Yan family smiled hoarsely. He remembered that the last time Ji Hen came here, he was just a Ksitigarbha-level martial arts cultivator. Now that he comes back, he is actually a genuine Quasi-Tian, with such a speed of advancement and such a terrifying talent.
, even if you look around the world, you may not be able to find the second one.
“Senior, I have something to ask of you.”??.
"What are you talking about, little friend, but it doesn't hurt to say it."
"He wants the arm from the ninth floor treasure house." Yan Ruyu continued.
"It's easy to say." The ancestor of the Yan family took the key casually without asking the reason, "Yu'er, go get it."
Yan Ruyu didn't waste any time, took the key and turned around to leave.
Behind him, the ancestor of the Yan family coughed one after another.
"Senior needs to rest." Zhao Yun said, still instilling immortal power.
"I really have no shame in living." The ancestor of the Yan family laughed sadly, "This noble family has been reduced to relying on a wedding to continue the inheritance. Even if we die, we will have no face to see our ancestors."
"Shangyang won't live long." Zhao Yun said with a smile.
"Little guy, please don't act recklessly," the ancestor of the Yan family said in a panic.
"Junior, you have a sense of propriety." Zhao Yun did not elaborate, but casually took out a secret method from an ancient scroll, which is a body refining technique from the Marrow Cleansing and Yi Jin Jing. It is an improved version. "After practicing it, you can reshape your foundation."
"Seriously?" The ancestor of the Yan family hurriedly answered.
After a brief glance, his expression couldn't help but be shocked and horrified that there is such a wonderful method in the world. Just by looking at the introduction of the secret technique, he knew that this method was extremely overbearing and could really reshape his foundation.
"My dear friend, I will never forget your kindness."
The ancestor of the Yan family burst into tears of gratitude. Perhaps he was too excited and coughed up another mouthful of old blood.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yun really didn't dare to provoke him anymore, and he didn't mention some things again, such as cleaning up the old dog in Shangyang. It wouldn't be too late to talk about it after cleaning up, and most of the Yan family would move away by then.
In this way, Qianqiu City has another force.
Not long after, Yan Ruyu returned, holding a long box in her arms.
Zhao Yun took it and opened it with a flick of his hand, revealing a bloody arm that was frozen.
"Thank you."
Zhao Yun put away the box, turned and left.
Yan
Ruyu subconsciously took a step forward, and finally swallowed back the name she was about to call out, with a gloomy expression and a sad smile. The ancestor of the Yan family sighed and blamed himself. He was too useless to protect him.
Without his granddaughter's thoughtfulness, the entire Yan family would have been defeated by him.
Outside the island, the sky and the ghost-faced Yama are waiting.
It was Zhao Yun who called them here. They all have special talents!
"You can get it."
Seeing Mr. Zhao coming out, Cang Qiong was the first to come forward.
Zhao Yun picked up the long box with a flick of his hand and handed it to the two of them.
The scene that followed was particularly funny. A killer and a senior from the Demon Realm were holding the bloody arm, sniffing up and down, left and right, like two pugs. One of them might not be able to do it later.
These two will get into a fight over this big bone.
"Watch while walking."
Zhao Yun summoned Dapeng and spread his wings to fly high.
The two of them were indeed very dedicated, and they really understood everything.
"never seen it."
Cangqiong first retracted his hand and shook his head gently.
He has never seen anyone who is normal. After all, he is not from this era.
What Zhao Yun was looking at was Ghost Faced Yama, a heaven-level killer of Rashomon with a wide range of experience. Unfortunately, Ghost Faced Yama also shook his head. The world is such a big place, not everyone he has seen.
"This is difficult to find." Ghost Faced Yama took a deep breath.
Qing Qiong is very optimistic. After all, this is a clue and can always be found.
As long as the other person is still alive, there is hope of finding him, and he still has to have good thoughts.
"Zhao Yun. Save me."
Suddenly, Zhao Yun heard this cry for help again.
After hearing this, he stood up and looked around with all his eyes and all his senses. With him as the center, it extended infinitely in all directions. He had heard this cry for help three times, especially this time.
Most clearly, over and over again, someone must be asking him for help.
"Don't be so surprised." Cang Qiong glanced sideways at Zhao Yun.
"Did you hear the cry for help?" Zhao Yun asked as he looked.
"Call for help?" Cang Qiong and Ghost-faced Yama both raised their eyebrows and lowered their eyes to look in all directions.
When they arrived, the two of them shook their heads in confusion.
"You two go find someone first." Zhao Yun said, throwing the two of them down.
And he, relying on a feeling, looked for him across the sea. The people who knew his identity were all very close to him. Those who dared to call him Zhao Yun by his first name were either old friends or relatives.
"Your uncle's."
Cang Qiong and Ghost-faced Yama cursed loudly, their faces extremely dark.
What they agreed upon was dropped by them halfway.