Yan Zhuo's heart suddenly tightened, as if he had been pricked by a needle. He turned around suddenly, and behind him
——But there was no one.
The man in white disappeared, and so did the murderous aura that penetrated his bones.
Yan Zhuo considers himself an extremely sharp person. His eyes rarely make mistakes, and his spirit is also very good. There is no chance of hallucinations. Then the man in white only appeared briefly and told Yan Zhuo that he was here, and then he
He disappeared in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.
Yan Zhuo looked at Mu Yunfeng, Zhao Dahu and Uncle Zhao in front of him. They were eating, talking, and laughing, and it seemed as if they didn't see a man in white walking past them.
Is it really his illusion?
Yan Zhuo decided not to think about this matter. It was a blessing, not a curse. It was a curse that could not be avoided. Nothing in the world was difficult as long as you were willing to give up. He had always been very open-minded about these things.
Instead of thinking about questions that don't have answers, it's better to focus on what you need to do in front of you.
"What's wrong? Brother Yan, you seem to have something on your mind." Zhao Dahu raised a glass of wine and asked.
"It's nothing. I just felt someone walking by me. Maybe I didn't sleep well yesterday and was not in good spirits." Yan Zhuo explained.
"Oh, they may be the Silver Sword Guards. They often patrol the city, and their light skills are very good." Zhao Dahu showed a sad look on his face, "In addition, when we get to the boundary of Baiyun Villa, I have to tell you that Baiyun Villa is not as good as
Elsewhere, the Silver Sword Guards have great power, so if you encounter them doing business, it would be better for the two brothers to stay away."
"how to say?"
Zhao Dahu poured the wine from the wine glass into his mouth, frowned and said, "Anyone who stops the Silver Sword Guard from doing their job will be killed without mercy."
"Humph." Old Uncle Zhao's face was already drunk, "Young man, don't be afraid. My son Zhao Dahu is the deputy commander of Yinglong City. Please give him his name for help. By the way, have you seen that Xianglan? Xianglan is a
A good girl, good at giving birth."
Seeing that Old Man Zhao was drunk, Mu Yunfeng hurriedly said: "Old man, you are getting old, drink less."
Mu Yunfeng's concern for the old man was not polite, but he was sincerely worried about Old Uncle Zhao's health. Firstly, Uncle Zhao had chatted with her along the way, and secondly, although the old man wanted to take the opportunity to show off that his son had an official position,
But he was simple-minded and took good care of him. Therefore, Mu Yunfeng couldn't help but care a little more about the old man.
"It's not a problem, it's not a problem. When I was young, I could drink three kilograms of Huadiao." The old man waved his hand.
"Dad, stop bragging. You haven't even had three drinks, and your feet are already off the ground. You can't fly to the sky with three kilograms of Huadiao," Zhao Dahu said.
"Hey, you little brat, how dare you talk about your father?"
"Why, I, my son, we are all sons, why can't we say that?"
"It's outrageous!"
…
Mu Yunfeng watched the father and son arguing in front of him with a faint smile on his face. He also saw his master and master quarreling with each other in Diancang. He knew that there was no father and son in the world who didn't quarrel. The more fierce the quarrel between this father and son was.
, the more it proves that each other is in each other's heart, the more important it is.
As for Yan Zhuo, he looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a little happy and a little disappointed. If his father was still alive, would they still be quarreling like this? Would his father also want to have a grandson?
The Zhao family father and son were still arguing. Yan Zhuo's eyes were looking outside the building. The corners of his mouth were still slightly raised, but his eyes were filled with the lonely and empty sky.
The sky is very blue, and the blue is very pure. A bird flies by, drawing a faint black line in the boundless blue sky.
Baiyun Villa.
In Juyun Hall, dozens of ever-bright lamps flickered, illuminating the statues of gods enshrined in the hall in a majestic yet mysterious way.
Luo Ao, the owner of Baiyun Villa, has a solemn face and is dressed in a plain white robe, which is not pure white under the illumination of the blaring lights. He is over forty years old, and his skin is not as tight and wrinkled as when he was young.
When you raise your brows, dense wrinkles will appear on your forehead.
He stroked his forehead, as if trying to smooth his skin. He was a person who cared very much about his appearance. He knew that every time he frowned, the fine lines on his face would become deeper, so he rarely
He can frown, and even if he frowns, he will quickly relax. But this time, his brows have been frowning for a long time, so long that the web has become dusty.
"You really want to do this?"
Luo Ao spoke, but his brows were still furrowed.
"Well, yes, that's right."
Three words, five words, each word was spoken as crisply as the wind.
There are not many people in the world who speak like him, maybe there is only one person - Di Jingfeng, the head of Qingcheng.
Di Jingfeng's person is just like what he said - simple.
He is very thin.
If a person is very thin, his bones must be very prominent.
The same goes for Di Jingfeng. His skull, forehead bones, nose bridge bones, and mandible bones are all very prominent, protruding like mountains. His nose is like stalactites accumulated in a cave, astonishingly tall.
Not to mention the wind, anyone who sees wind, rain, thunder, lightning, snow, frost, or dew will be surprised.
"Why do you think I will help you?" Luo Ao asked coldly.
"It's not to help me, but to help yourself." Di Jingfeng also replied coldly, "How can Lord Luo guard the three states with peace of mind and guard the false reputation of a Jianghu village owner?"
Di Jingfeng is very good at talking. When a good talker asks you to do something, he will never ask you for help, but he will say that he wants to help you.
"Help me, what do you help me with?"
"The marriage between Baiyun and Jiangzuo will definitely threaten Western Shu, and the foundation of Qingcheng lies in Western Shu." Di Jingfeng stopped talking and looked at Luo Tao quietly, observing his expression.
"Do you think I, Baiyun Villa, will be afraid of Xi Shu?"
"It's not that I'm afraid, but I want to change the name of Xishu. For example, what about the Baiyun Dynasty?"
Surprised, surprised.
Di Jingfeng's words not only shocked Feng Feng, but also shocked Luo Ao of Baiyun Villa.
"Baiyun and Jiangzuo divide Western Shu equally. I, Qingcheng, can still help with this task." Di Jingfeng said calmly.
"You have helped me so much, what do you need from me?" Luo Ao sneered.
There is no pie in the sky, Luo Ao still knows this. If a person is willing to help you such a big help, there are only two possibilities, one is that the person is a great philanthropist, the other is that the person has great
Ambition.
And Di Jingfeng is obviously not a good person.
Di Jingfeng smiled, his smile was very cold, even if all the lights in the hall were on, it could not warm the coldness in his smile: "I don't need you to do anything, you just need to do as Jiang Zuo asks.
"
Surprised, surprised again.
Luo Ao's brows were opened in shock. He looked at Di Jingfeng with wide eyes and asked, "Are you from Jiangzuo?"
Di Jingfeng nodded.
"Did you do what happened at the Jianghu Conference?"
Di Jingfeng shook his head.
"Just because you shake your head means you're not?"
Di Jingfeng shook his head again.
"What do you mean?" Luo Ao already had a scowl on his face, but only he knew that his scowl was mixed with three parts anxiety and one part fear.
Di Jingfeng said: "I shake my head just to mean that I don't know. I know that I should know, I don't want to know, and I shouldn't know."
Luo Ao looked at Di Jingfeng in front of him. He never imagined that the power of the dynasty has been so firmly entrenched in the world. Two of the ten major sects already have a dynasty background. So, is there a dynasty in my Baiyun Villa?
A spy, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Luo Ao's back when he thought about it.
"Is there anything else?" Luo Ao wanted to be quiet. He no longer wanted to talk to this Di Jingfeng. He wanted to think for himself instead of being led by this Di Jingfeng.
"Yes, Qingcheng wants to respect Baiyun Villa as the leader of the Jianghu Alliance!"
