Red Heart Survey

Now that I think about it carefully, every time I came to Yun Country in the past, I seemed to be doing it secretly.

At first, he was worried that Zhuang Gaoxian would find out that he had a younger sister, who was hiding in Lingxiao Pavilion. Later, I was worried about an old man who didn't have martial ethics, often bullied the younger ones, and liked to wear white clothes to show off his youth. I was worried that a kick would suddenly come from somewhere while we were chatting.

Meeting Ye Qingyu always felt like a meeting between spies.

In this pure and peaceful land, I am still always on tenterhooks, which is really exciting - ah, no, it's embarrassing!

If a brother wants to see his sister, he has to ask for permission first! Who can you tell me about this?

The hegemony of the Yun Kingdom is outrageous.

Fortunately, from now on, the "heart" and "guts" can be firmly put back into their original positions and never mentioned again.

Those who worship the mountain today——

True Lord Jiang Wang!

This is the kind of dignity that even if you go to a hegemonic country, you will not worship him.

Of course, the small Yun Kingdom can also be arrogant.

The little Lord of Lingxiao Pavilion, naturally...

"Cough cough cough!"

Continuous coughing stopped the noise in the square and cut off the whispers in the sound transmission.

Lord Ye, who was dressed in fluttering white clothes and was extremely handsome, came slowly with his hands behind his back, like a king patrolling the country. The sword eyebrows clearly evoked a chill, and the starry eyes were filled with cold light. But there is a smile on the corner of the mouth.

A polite but cold smile.

A patchwork smile.

The laughter makes people panic.

"Ahaha, what are you all doing here? It's so lively! In the past years, my birthday has never been so crowded. When I woke up, I came to my own funeral in a trance - what's the matter, I don't usually see hospitality, so come now Filial piety?”

Pavilion Master Ye made a joke that was not funny, grinning, and his teeth seemed to be hiding the light of his sword!

The disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion in the square looked to the left and looked to the right. They did not dare to leave like this, nor did they dare to continue gathering.

The embarrassment of a group of people diluted the embarrassment.

Jiang Wang was about to slip away out of habit, with all his strength on his feet, but suddenly he remembered that he was actually the True King. So he stood still, turned his eyes leisurely, and looked at the person coming confidently.

I haven’t seen Pavilion Master Ye for a long time, and I don’t know if his demeanor can remain the same.

Ye Lingxiao walked closer along the road that the crowd had moved away from, as if he had just seen Jiang Wang at this moment. His eyes widened for a moment, as if he was surprised: "This is not the famous 'Heaven's Deep Sea Traveler, the Ferryman of the Torrents of All Worlds', Jiang Wang Do you want Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his hands and said in salute: "It turns out that it's 'the invincible master of all nations, the most heroic man in the world' in front of you! I have also admired his name for a long time!"

Ye Lingxiao grinned.

Jiang Wang also laughed.

Doesn't this work well together? What else can you, Mr. Ye, say?

Ye Lingxiao suddenly stopped smiling, turned around, and scolded his disciples: "You ignorant people! What are you doing here? How do you greet guests with unkempt faces? Have you burned incense? Have you bathed? ? Do you know who this is? He is the most powerful human being!"

He was so angry that he spat and felt wronged on behalf of Jiang Wang: "What's wrong with you? There's no song, no dance, not a single flower! What is Jiang Zhenjun's identity and status? Do you need me to say more? ? How can you be so negligent when he comes to the Yun Kingdom! What will the world think about it? You think I, Mr. Ye, have no etiquette!"

For a moment, only Pavilion Master Ye's heartache echoed.

The world-destroying thunder was only so shocking.

Birds and beasts suddenly dispersed in the square.

Pavilion Master Ye then turned around and offered his hand to Jiang Wang again. With eager eyes and a serious look on his face, he bowed heavily and said, "Jiang Zhenjun condescended to come here. The little sect is really flourishing! Ye Mousan Lucky to be born!”

Jiang Wang's expression went from confident and calm to restless in just one breath.

Snapped!

With lightning speed, Jiang Zhenjun held up Pavilion Master Ye's arm to prevent him from bowing down. He bowed his whole body, forcibly lowering his head by one level than Ye Xiaohua, and said in a panic: "Ye Xiaohua Pavilion Master! Uncle Ye! Don’t shame me!”

Pavilion Master Ye bowed down with all his strength, and Jiang Wang lifted him up with all his strength. The two of them were so crowded that their faces turned red.

The youngest true king in history was sweating on his forehead. He begged for mercy over and over again: "Uncle, please tell me what you have to say! If I have offended you or been impolite, it is all because of my rudeness. , I don’t know the rules of etiquette, and there is no malicious intention in my heart. Please forgive me, please don’t do this!”

After bowing for a while, Pavilion Master Ye stopped bowing. He straightened up and looked at the wrinkled sleeves that Jiang Wang had scratched with disgust. He raised his hand and dusted it gracefully: "Jiang Zhenjun. What are you talking about? Isn’t it true that you are so valuable and have such a status, how can you offend me?”

Jiang Wang stretched out his sleeves for him diligently, then stepped back and bowed repeatedly: "Uncle Ye, you are an honest elder, and I am a humble countryman. All the problems between us are all my fault. It's definitely not because of you. I was young and ignorant, and I contradicted you a lot. I apologize to you today! We still talk like before, hitting you when you need to, and scolding you when you need to. But now, The juniors really can’t bear it!”

"Alas!" Pavilion Master Ye let out a long sigh: "After so many years, An An has grown into a big girl. If you want to talk about being young and ignorant, there is only one person in the entire Lingxiao secret land now - where is Jingru? ? Jingru!”

The little girl who had escaped from Jiang Anan's arms earlier ran back with her short legs.

She was wearing a small flowered jacket and her face was red. She came here in response to Pavilion Master Ye's call, but when she saw Jiang Wang, she opened her arms again: "Uncle Jiang, hug me!"

At such a young age, she naturally didn't know how to curry favor with others.

She was just... close to Jiang Wang.

This closeness didn't come out of thin air.

Her name was Fu Jingru.

She was the daughter of the late former regent of Zhuang State... Fu Baosong.

Fu Baosong gave his daughter this name because he wanted his daughter to look in the mirror from time to time, examine her words and deeds, be a clean and dignified person, and be the same inside and outside the mirror.

Only a stubborn guy like Fu Baosong would give his daughter this name.

Only then would he have such expectations for his daughter.

The Elders Council headed by Zhang Ren was an orthodox Taoist monk who also practiced good deeds. They did not do unnecessary cruelty and did not kill Fu Baosong's entire family.

Fu Baosong was killed only to completely overthrow the Qiming New Deal. It was necessary to cut off such a flag - the others could not be killed.

Only Fu Baosong was killed.

Zhang Ren's handwritten letter to the case officer was worded like this - "Fu Baosong's crime should be borne by one person, and his family should not be harmed."

However, Fu Baosong was incorruptible, only married one wife, and his parents died when he was young. There were not many people in the mansion, and there was no family to speak of.

His wife finally couldn't bear it two months after Fu Baosong was tortured, and died for love, leaving only an orphan who was still unaware of the situation. Later, she was sent to the Charity Bureau.

After Jiang Wang got the news, he took the girl back and planned to take her to Baiyujing Restaurant to raise her. However, Ye Qingyu said that the restaurant was not a place for children and that no one in Baiyujing could take good care of children... so he sent her to Lingxiao Pavilion.

Ye, a great hero, was somewhat unhappy to take care of Jiang's children all day long. It was understandable that he wanted to vent his anger.

He called little Jingru over, and the meaning was very clear - how dare you say that you are young and ignorant?

You are also four and a half years old?

Jiang Wang pretended not to understand Ye Haojie's eyes, held little Jingru in his arms, and whispered: "Jingru, are you a sensible child?"

Fu Jingru nodded vigorously.

Jiang Wang has rich experience in coaxing children: "But your Pavilion Master grandfather said that you are young and ignorant, and uncle is not convinced for you when he hears it."

Fu Jingru immediately puffed up his mouth.

Ye Lingxiao glared at him angrily.

This kid is really true to himself. He used to complain to Jiang Anan, then to Ye Qingyu, and now he is complaining to Xiao Jingru, and he dares to do it in front of her!

Jiang Wang said slowly: "Then your Pavilion Master grandpa is angry, should the sensible child coax him?"

Xiao Jingru thought about it, turned around, and opened her arms to Ye Lingxiao in Jiang Wang's arms: "Grandpa Ye, hug me."

Her voice was very soft and the tone was not very stable. "Grandpa Ye" sounded like "Ye Ye Ye".

Ye Haojie was afraid of nothing in his life, but he couldn't stand the little girl looking pitiful in front of him. Because he also has a daughter.

It only takes one step to turn a handsome and romantic man into a middle-aged man with an ugly face and a hunched back - let him take on the responsibility of the family.

Ye Xiaohua, who was happy and unrestrained in his youth, was both a father and a mother, and took care of the little Ye Qingyu alone.

Later, he watched his last disciple Jiang An'an grow up, taught her to read and write, and taught her to practice Taoism.

He didn't bring Fu Jingru with him now. There was a nanny in the pavilion to take care of her, and Jiang An'an and Song Qingzhi usually took her out to play.

But how could Ye Dahaojie bear such a small child, with pitiful eyes and tears in his eyes, asking for a hug?

He held the child in his arms with a kind face, and then glared at Jiang Wang fiercely-

Eh?

Where is the person?

The knife-like eyes of Ye Da Pavilion Master patrolled for a while, and finally caught up with the target, but the boy had already appeared on the cloud platform over there, talking and laughing with Ye Qingyu and walking away.

…

…

The sharp eyes full of murderous intent suddenly widened.

It was as if a person full of vitality had reached the end of his life in an instant.

In the "certain inn" in Yunguo, a white-haired old man lies on his back in a recliner, trying to open his aging eyes, as if he wants to see something clearly, but his eyes are getting more and more turbid and confused.

As the pioneering representative of Yunshang Business in the inn business, relying on the unique geographical and political advantages of Yunguo, on the basis of the world of business, "certain inn" with "affordable price" as the core selling point has expanded very rapidly.

Now it has branches in all countries in the world. The next development is to expand city by city in some larger countries.

In terms of the scale of the world, it is quite likely to catch up with Sanfenxiangqilou.

Yunguo is the headquarters of "certain inn", and the inns built here are naturally of the highest standards. The room is very elegantly decorated, and there is even an indoor rockery surrounded by mist. And when you open the window, you can see the sea of ​​clouds.

A graceful woman, wearing a mask without facial features, walked in from the next room. He stood in front of the white-haired old man without saying a word.

Next to the chair was a black wooden shrine, and in front of the shrine was an old yellow dog.

He carried all his belongings with him.

The old yellow dog had droopy eyelids and long ears hanging on the ground, as if he could not see or hear anything.

The white-haired old man dozed off in the chair for a while, trying to fall asleep but ultimately failing.

"What was I originally planning to do?" he asked in a slightly confused manner.

The masked woman glanced at him emotionlessly, turned around and walked to the window, opened the window, and saw the changing sea of ​​clouds outside. She chuckled twice: "Leaving Wuhui Valley and crossing mountains and ridges, it can't be to see the scenery outside, right?"

"Maybe... not. It really shouldn't be." The white-haired old man asked: "Then why did we come here?"

"You plan to kill me here." The masked woman said indifferently: "This is a good grave."

"No." The white-haired old man shook his head: "I remember you. Swallow."

In his confused and almost stupid state, he was quite serious: "I will not kill you no matter who I kill."

This should have been an expression of importance.

"Swallow" seemed to have heard the most vicious curse in the world, and screamed: "Yan Chunhui! You must not die well! You should be cut into pieces, and you should never be reborn! You should watch all your relatives die in front of you one by one. Die in front of you again and again!!!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

The masked demon pulled out a dagger with sawtooth, slashed and smashed in the room, almost crazy: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!! Why don't you die, why don't I die?!"

But the sound could not be heard at all.

All the struggles in this life are so powerless and useless at this moment.

"Swallow." Yan Chunhui was not stimulated at all, but looked at Yan with compassion and called her in a gentle voice.

"Swallow." When he called for the second time, Yan Chunhui had forgotten Yan's pain, and his voice became calm.

"Let's go home." He said: "It's not comfortable to sleep here. I'm not used to it."

"Okay. Go home." Yan suppressed the emotions in her eyes. She walked forward, supported Yan Chunhui, and tried to help him up: "Everything will be fine, let's go home. Live the best ending."

Yan Chunhui stood up shakily.

"Can't go back!" The old yellow dog, who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb, suddenly barked.

"Dead dog! Shut up!" Yan Zi kicked directly, and at the moment of approaching, the bone knife popped out of the arch of her foot, suddenly showing a cold light.

The old yellow dog grabbed the black shrine in one bite and suddenly jumped away. His mouth was too busy, but his voice was still ringing: "Wuhui Valley no longer exists! Gongsun Buhai, Jiang Wang, and Li Yi, the three top masters joined forces to kill Wuhui Valley. If we were a step later, we would be slaughtered! Why are we still going back?"

It didn't want to say anything at this time. But if it kept silent, I'm afraid it would really become a dead dog.

Yan Zi, this stinky woman really wants to die, and she wants to die with the old thing.

The problem is...

Can you exile me first?

I'd rather be a stray dog ​​in the world than a guard dog of the Yan family!

"Jiang Wang!"

"I remember--"

Among the names of several True Lords, the white-haired old man heard the one most clearly.

His turbid eyes suddenly became clear, and in an instant, he became indescribably sharp.

At this moment, he was Yan Chunhui who had risen to the top against the tide of the times!

He said calmly: "The one who surpassed Xiang Fengqi in all aspects."

"He wants to kill me."

Thanks to the book friend "Mi Tu xjh" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 803rd Alliance of the Red Heart Sky Patrol!

Thanks to the book friend "Shen A Yao" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 804th Alliance of the Red Heart Sky Patrol! (Old readers who have been here since the beginning of the book, long time no see~)