"Are you the child of Mr. and Mrs. He Qingyun?" Yanshan asked with lingering fear after Xue Shou's death.
He Yidao nodded, looked at Yanshan and asked, "What kind of people are they?"
The 'they' He Yidao mentioned were naturally his parents, but Yanshan was a little confused as to why He Yidao didn't understand his parents.
Yanshan thought for a while, without asking any more questions. He nodded affirmatively and said, "They are good people."
He Yidao knew that he was very famous in the world, and he was either a great evil or a great good. From Yanshan's words, he knew that his parents were not bad people.
He Yidao finally heard a few words from Xue Shou. He mentioned 'Yunwu' and the previous 'Pavilion Master'. This made He Yidao wonder whether the master of Yunwu Pavilion killed his parents.
Judging from what I know about Yunwu Pavilion so far, they are not an evil organization, although being a killer is not a good profession.
But He Yidao still has some doubts about Yunwu Pavilion. Uncle Big Bear once mentioned a killer organization, and Yunwu Pavilion is indeed a killer organization; Xiaowu also said that Yunwu Pavilion is actually not simple; this bloody hand, and his parents'
Death is directly related, and similar words were mentioned by the master of the Yunwu Pavilion.
What kind of existence is Yunwu Pavilion?
After this thrilling incident, Yanshan arranged another room for He Yidao to rest. Yanwen was also frightened and went back to his room to rest early.
The moon and stars are sparse tonight. It has just rained. The air is fine but a bit cold.
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The night in Bianjing is not like a city that is content with silence. Instead, it is full of lights. The bright lights show the unique charm of Bianjing at night.
And in this city, an uninvited guest came.
Bianjing City has a large population, but also because it has just rained, there are not many people in the city.
On a street, there was a man wearing black clothes and a curtain hat. I wonder if this man could see the road clearly at night. The curtain hat on his head was not taken off even in the dark.
His curtain hat looks familiar.
Suddenly, the man in the curtain hat stopped, because in front of him, a person appeared. He did not recognize this person, because he did not know many people in Bianjing. This person was very mysterious and wore a mask.
"You're here." The masked man said.
It seems that this person is not here by chance, he is just waiting for the man in the curtain hat in front of him.
"Do you know me?" the man in the curtain hat asked.
"Do you want to know how your brother died?" the man said.
"Who are you?"
The masked man did not answer his question, but turned around and said: "Follow me."
Just left.
The man in the curtain hat hesitated, and finally followed the man in the mask.
In the dark night, the man followed closely, and you could tell that he could still be seen even though he was wearing a curtain hat.
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The next morning.
He Yidao woke up early.
He opened the door and walked into a courtyard of Yan Mansion.
It is late autumn, and the flowers and trees in the yard have long since withered. Only some bare trees in the yard are still standing proudly. The rest are not all broken branches and leaves. The staggered branches, although there are no green leaves to set them off, still have a unique sense of beauty.
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He Yidao walked along the path paved with bluestones in the courtyard, walking among the ink-like branches. The branches were slender, and it was precisely because they had no leaves that they showed their strength.
As I walked, I stopped next to a tree.
He Yidao looked at the branches in front of him. They did not look desolate and dead, but instead were full of life.
There seemed to be a slight ripple between heaven and earth, which was difficult to detect.
He Yidao slowly closed his eyes and carefully felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him. There was no gathering of spiritual energy or rippling of spiritual energy. He was very calm.
He slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be no difference.
He broke through.
The Fifth Heaven of Qi Refining.
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Yanshan had people clean up the house early, and he handled it very quickly, although He Yidao was puzzled as to why a chess player had such ability.
He Yidao didn't think too much and asked, after all, everyone has secrets.
When Yanshan came to visit again, he brought breakfast.
"You can ask your servant to deliver it." He Yidao said.
But he regretted it as soon as he said it. He didn't know how many servants there were in the Yan Mansion.
Naturally, Yanshan would not let the servants deliver it, because he also brought something else.
Yanshan opened the box wrapped in clean cloth and handed it to He Yidao.
"What is this?" He Yidao asked.
Yanshan said: "This may be what Xue Hand wanted last night."
He Yidao took the box and opened it, and found a stone in the middle of the box. He Yidao recognized this stone. To be precise, it was an unrefined ore.
When Yanshan saw He Yidao taking the box, he said: "Little knife, although I don't know what this thing is, I bought it out of curiosity. I didn't expect it would bring such a big disaster to my Yan family. So I thought
I'll give this to you. If you are strong in martial arts, you can keep this stone."
He Yidao thought for a while and realized that this stone was indeed useless in the Yan Mansion, and would also bring disaster to the Yan Mansion. So he put the stone away.
The box suddenly disappeared in He Yidao's hand. Yanshan was suddenly stunned as he naturally saw this incredible scene.
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He Yidao stayed in Yan Mansion for two days and then left.
Xiao Wu has been away from him for a long time and has never come to find him. He can no longer stay in Yan Mansion. It is not without trouble for him to come to Bianjing.
Yanshan Yanwen watched He Yidao leave and stood at the door of Yan Mansion.
Watching He Yidao's figure gradually disappear, Yan Wen asked: "Grandpa, do you think he is really the son of the Blood Lady?"
Yanshan said: "There should be no need for him to lie to us."
Yan Wen said sadly: "I didn't expect the Blood Lady to die."
Yanshan suddenly said: "That's wrong!"
Yanwen looked at his grandfather, "What's wrong?"
Yanshan said: "If he is the child of the Blood Lady, how old is he this year?"
Yanshan looked at the back of the departing boy with a complicated look on his face, wondering what he was thinking.
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He Yidao came to a stall in Bianjing City. There was a tent here. There were several tables and benches under the tent. The guests who came to eat were all sitting under the tent.
The stall owner is an old man, who looks to be quite a bit older. He is the only one working all the time, although there are not many people under the tent now.
He Yidao walked under the tent and heard the old stall owner say: "Be objective, find a place to rest by yourself."
He Yidao came to a table, and there was a person sitting across from him.
"Why did you come?" He Yidao asked.
"I don't see you being popular and drinking spicy food in Yan Mansion, so I don't want to disturb you." Xiao Wu said with a smile. What didn't change was that there was a cup of tea on his right hand.
"Do you know about bloody hands?" He Yidao decided to ask.
Xiao Wu said: "I know, the traitor from Yunwu Pavilion."