At two o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Qianshan drove to the villa at the foot of Lingxi Mountain.
After showing off the guest elder token that Kunlun did not distribute in many numbers, he successfully entered the small courtyard.
Of course, even if they don't have the token in hand, the Kunlun disciples guarding here all know the headmaster's biological brother, the famous eldest son of the Ye family in Kyoto.
"Yang Huang, have any outsiders been here these days?"
While walking towards the living room, Ye Qianshan lowered his voice and asked, "Or have you seen strangers approaching the villa?"
"Wei Shui, give the brothers a share of the Chinese cigarettes in the car. They have really worked hard in the past few years."
"Well, don't worry, think about it carefully."
Slowing down his pace, he lit a cigarette, took out one and clamped it to his ear, threw the remaining half of the pack to the leading disciple named Yang Minghuang and said: "Pei Chuan said, after you have guarded this place for five years,
He will propose to Elder Du that you be transferred back to Kunlun to practice."
"With your talent, there is probably no hope for your direct disciples, but with a little improvement, it will be more than enough to become a lineage manager."
"So, do your best and stay calm."
Yang Huang was filled with surprises, and he quickly clasped his fists and saluted, "Young Master Ye is a great kindness. Yang will remember it in his heart for the rest of his life and never dare to forget it."
Ye Qianshan smiled back and continued to smoke.
Yang Huang was silent for a while, then said thoughtfully: "In the past three years, I have been transferred from the headquarters to the villa to stand guard. In these three years, I have only seen Headmaster Ji, Elder Du, Master Pei, Senior Sister Qinghe and you.
Been here."
"Well, there are also Miss Tong Yuan and Miss Zhixia."
"Every year on the headmaster's birthday, the two of them will come over and sit down."
"Don't stay too long, only about an hour at a time."
"Other than that, no outsiders have entered the villa."
Ye Qianshan's eyes revealed a deep meaning and he said: "How have you been recently?"
Yang Huang shook his head and said: "No."
Ye Qianshan said no more and walked straight into the living room.
"Go ahead and do your business, I'll look around as I please."
With a low voice, he waved his hands absentmindedly and said, "Don't think too much, my uneasiness has nothing to do with you."
"I......"
With a long sigh, he smiled bitterly and said, "I just miss Xixi and want to come over and have a look."
Yang Huang pretended to be surprised, and without pointing out anything, he bowed and exited cautiously.
Ye Qianshan stood in front of the sofa, puffing away smoke and looking away.
After finishing one, he subconsciously wanted to take another one.
Weowu Shui, who came in shortly after, stopped him and said, "Soot, don't leave it all over the floor."
"Why do you get the cigarette wherever you go? It's so sloppy."
As she said that, she looked around and started looking for a broom.
Ye Qianshan said with a smile: "Outside."
Ruoshui glared at him fiercely and said angrily: "Throw away the cigarette butts."
Ye Qianshan said obediently: "Okay."
Opening the window, twinkling sparks flashed across the sky.
Then, he went straight to Lingxi's bedroom and checked inside and out.
Including the secret practice rooms that are not known to outsiders, they are all strictly inspected by him.
Unfortunately, after working for a long time, he couldn't find anything wrong, which made him very disappointed.
"When Xixi didn't come back, why did the thirty luck lamps in the Ye family ancestral hall turn on?"
Closing the door gently, Ye Qianshan went to the second floor without giving up.
Half an hour later, he sat on the steps dejectedly, lighting up his second cigarette despite Wu Shui's stern warning.
"What's wrong?"
"If the thirty luck lamps didn't light up again because Xixi came back, then what was the reason?"
Talking to himself, talking to himself.
Unable to figure out the key, Ye Qianshan felt an inexplicable anger rising in his body.
He was anxious. He was obviously anxious, but he was helpless.
The fog covered his eyes, making it difficult for him to distinguish between east, west and north at the moment, and his mind was in a mess.
