"...Prince Jing, if you insist on going, I have no choice but to inform Master."
"No need to notify you." Suddenly, a very young and gentle voice sounded in the air in the distance. The man was as fast as a ghost. Before he finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of them, "Master already knows."
It's gentle words.
Wen Yan was wearing a black cloak, which seemed to be the one Xiao Chenzi once described. It seemed low-key and pure black, but the details were very elegant and gorgeous.
The man in white and his junior brother both grew up in the sect. They have seen this cloak for more than 20 years.[
Of course, Wen Yan was changing clothes...it's just that he loved this style and all the cloaks were the same.
It can be seen that Wen Yan is indeed a dedicated and long-term person.
But today, Wen Yan didn't wear a cape or hat...
Yuyu and the others have all seen Wen Yan's true face, but this is his biggest secret, so Yuyu and the others have not told it, waiting for him to find the opportunity to tell his two apprentices.
Junior brother, let’s not talk about it for now... He always puts on a weird face in disguise, so that they can’t even understand the expression on his face.
As for the man in white...he is really worthy of his face that looks like he has been relegated to immortality.
When he saw that the person he had called master for twenty years and who had always been regarded as the mysterious "old man" in his heart had a face that was younger than himself, he was not even a little shocked. He just turned to look at his junior brother very calmly.
"On my eighth birthday, the candy you gave me disappeared before I could eat it."
"I said Master stole it, but you said Master doesn't eat sweets because he is old."
"It seems he really stole it."
He was still unable to hear the sadness or joy in his usual voice, and he spoke very calmly, sentence by sentence.
But the people who came out from Prince Jing's Mansion to see him off only felt a rumbling sound in their ears, as if the God of Thunder was having a meeting...
Everyone was so thunderous that they could hardly stand still. Yuyu also wanted to sit on the carriage for a while...
Of course, Wen Yan's sudden appearance cannot be that he was just passing by to make soy sauce, and two hundred years of accumulation is no small matter. His martial arts can only be described as unfathomable.
Fortunately, Yuyu's location was some distance away from Wen Yan, and it was very safe according to visual inspection. Helian was not distracted to take care of Yuyu that night.
But... no one expected that when Yuyu walked past the man in white, the man in white, who had always looked peaceful, suddenly raised his hand, holding a jade flute in his hand, and pointed it directly at Yuyu's throat.
"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm."
The man in white was obviously not used to threatening people like this, and his voice was a little unnatural, "But I can't let you go to the branch of the sect."
A look of embarrassment appeared on his honest little face. Yuyu was very confused, "But my silver needle is poisonous, what should I do?" [
"..." The man in white lowered his head and realized that his chest and abdomen were densely pricked with countless silver needles. As for why he didn't feel anything at all, it was probably... poisoning and muscle paralysis.
Of course, Yuyu's hand speed is not that fast, nor can she be so unaware. This is a mechanism she specially developed to guard against super masters.
Otherwise, if she encounters an enemy who is too powerful in Qinggong, even if she knows how to use poison and acupuncture, she will be captured before she can react, leaving her with no chance to resist.
This mechanism came in handy today.
Looking down at himself like a hedgehog, the man in white's reaction was:
"I haven't eaten enough," he put down his hands with a detached look, "don't argue with me."