Liu Yinan stood on the roof, with an old man standing on one foot beside him, and a bright moon behind him.
This picture has a unique charm.
Liu Yinan looked at a house in the distance, just south of the medical center. The house was hidden in darkness, and there was nothing surprising about it.
However, the old man's eyes were also looking in the direction of the room.
Liu Yinan turned around, saluted the old man, and said respectfully: "Senior, I'm going back first."
The old man smiled and nodded.
Liu Yinan jumped lightly on the roof and landed in the yard. He walked to his room unhurriedly and opened the door gently.
The old man watched Liu Yinan go back to his room to rest, then looked into the distance, sighed, and said to himself: "Even if it's bad, you have to let it go."
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in the dark.
Next to a house, there is an image of a person leaning against the wall.
Looks extremely lazy.
"It's so late, and I don't feel honest. Where can I find tea if I'm not honest?"
The tone sounded like self-pity.
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In the cave.
There is an altar.
There was a man sitting on the altar with a ferocious expression on his face, as if he was enduring great pain.
A circle of red light emitted around the altar, surrounding the altar. The red light reflected the man's ferocious face, making it look particularly terrifying.
The man on the altar seems to be practicing some kind of martial arts. His posture of sitting cross-legged is a bit weird, and it doesn't look like the orthodox immortal cultivation method.
Moreover, the orthodox Immortal Cultivation Method, with long-lasting majesty, tranquility and solemnity, and long aura, will never look as ferocious as this person.
At this time, a man wearing a mask came next to the altar.
"I didn't expect that you would reach the innate realm after practicing this technique for just a few days. If you had been given a few more days to practice, I'm afraid that person wouldn't be your opponent."
The man sitting cross-legged on the altar opened his eyes, a flash of red light flashed in his pupils, "Who is that person?"
His tone was full of murderous intent.
The man in the mask was the one who claimed to be the master of the pavilion. He said, "Don't you know who that person is?"
The man sitting cross-legged on the altar clasped his hands, and a wave of air suddenly appeared and spread out in all directions. When it hit the stone on the ground, the stone shattered directly.
This is no ordinary innate master!
However, when the air wave reached the man wearing the mask, it was like a wisp of breeze blowing on a stone, motionless.
"Actually, you know who that person is, but you want to be sure if he is the murderer of your brother, or you don't think he can kill your brother and want to know if he has any other helpers."
The man at the altar said, "Is that the boy?"
"He had no helpers. It was indeed him who killed your brother alone."
The man asked: "Where is he?"
The master said: "Do something for me."
The man asked: "What happened?"
The master of the pavilion said: "Catch someone."
The man asked: "Who?"
The master of the pavilion said: "A strange man."
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The next morning.
He Yidao got up early.
Yan Wen also arrived at He Yidao's yard early and stayed in the yard for a long time.
He Yidao opened the door and saw Yan Wen walking around in the yard. He ran towards him with a smile and directly took his arm.
"Xiao Dao." Yan Wen smiled and called him very kindly, "Have you just come to Bianjing recently?"
He Yidao didn't know why and nodded.
Yan Wen's smile became even brighter, "Then let's go to Bianjing City for a walk after breakfast!"
He Yidao is about the same height as Yan Wen, only a little taller than Yan Wen.
He Yidao touched his nose and nodded.
There is a faint fragrance on Yan Wen's body, which is a little light but not strong, just right.
It smells really good.
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The streets in Bianjing are much busier than those in small towns.
Because Bianjing is much larger than the small town on the edge of the mountains.
After breakfast.
He Yidao was pulled by Yan Wen and ran outside the Yan Mansion.
The two came to a place selling rouge and gouache. Yanwen looked at these things and was very happy.
"Xiao Dao, do you think this color looks good?" Yan Wen pointed to a color similar to pink.
He Yidao nodded and asked, "Do you like it?"
Before Yan Wen could answer, a voice suddenly came from the crowd, "If Miss Yan likes it, I will buy you this rouge and gouache."
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
"Get out of the way!"
Amidst the shouts, a path emerged from the crowd, and walking from that path was a rich man dressed in luxurious clothes.
This man's name is Wang Jinhua. He has a delicate appearance. He is a handsome man, but there is a ray of Yin Qi condensed between his eyebrows.
Bianjing is a political and cultural center in the secular world, where the children of high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen gather, and naturally there are many playboys.
The visitor smiled and said, "Miss Yan, is there anything else you like? As long as you want it, I will buy it for you."
Yan Wen frowned, pulled He Yidao and prepared to leave.
"Hey, hey, Miss Yan, don't leave!" Wang Jinhua said, blocking the way Yan Wen left, "Is there nothing you like here?"
He looked at He Yidao next to Yan Wen and asked with a smile: "Who is this little brother?"
The question was polite and courteous.
But He Yidao frowned. He didn't like the person in front of him because this person reminded him of Tangshan.
Yan Wen looked at Wang Jinhua who was blocking the road and glared angrily, "Wang Jinhua, get out of my way!" As he said that, Yan Wen pulled up his sleeves, looking like a bully who was about to hit someone.
Seeing this, Wang Jinhua's originally smiling face showed an awkward expression, "Miss Yan, don't be angry, I will get out of your way right now."
After saying that, he stood aside and said to his men: "Open the way for Miss Yan!"
The crowd automatically made a way out of the way. Yan Wen snorted coldly, pulled He Yidao and left.
"Master..." The servant approached Wang Jinhua and was about to say something, but was interrupted.
Wang Jinhua stared at the two people's leaving figures with a gloomy look on his face, and said to himself: "Who is that kid? I don't care who he is. And that Yan Wen, if she hadn't been pretty, I wouldn't have done it at all.
Ignore her... This bitch is a bit powerful, but fortunately I found a helper..."
There was a smile on Wang Jinhua's face as if his conspiracy had succeeded.
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"Sister Wen." He Yidao called Yan Wen beside him, "Who was that person just now?"
Yan Wen disdainfully said, "Oh, just one of his subordinates defeated the general."
He Yidao naturally knew that Yan Wen still had some skills in his hands. Although he was not high, he would have no problem defeating a big man. And the man named Wang Jinhua might have been exposed to wine and sex all the year round, and his body had already become very weak. Yan Wen thought
It's not too easy to repair him.
And judging from Wang Jinhua's reaction just now, it should have been repaired by Yan Wen.
"Sister Wen, have you ever practiced martial arts?" He Yidao suddenly asked.
Yan Wen thought for a while and asked another question, "Do you know why I only have the word '文' in my name?"