This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

"...Actually, this matter is a misunderstanding, real person, you know that Shangguan's family is engaged in the business of the world, and it is necessary to deal with the imperial court, which is helpless."

In the dead of night, Anping vaguely heard a stranger's voice in his sleep. He got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, opened the window and saw the branches on the moon, and the front yard was still brightly lit.

Anping's drowsiness dissipated, and he was curious, so he put on some clothes and tiptoed forward.

In the front hall, Master Yushu and Lin Jia were sitting opposite each other drinking tea, the latter said with shame on his face: "Really, the Shangguan family has absolutely no intention of becoming an enemy of the Qingcheng faction, you have to accept these gifts anyway, and they are counted as gifts." It is compensation to that little brother of your faction."

Master Yushu glanced at the piles of presents on the table, then slowly turned his eyes to the door, and said calmly, "Come out."

An Ping, who just came to the door close to the base of the wall, froze when he heard the voice of Master Yushu, and then walked into the hall from the main entrance a little dejectedly, and saluted generously.

"I've met my uncle, I've met my senior." Anping bowed and bowed. He was immature, but this courtesy was very decent.

Lin Jia nodded secretly. Hearing the address of the other party, he couldn't help being surprised. He asked at the right time, "Really, who is this?"

Daoist Yushu beckoned for him to come to his side, and then explained: "His name is Anping, and he is a new disciple accepted by my junior brother Gui Yun."

Anping returned to the Qingcheng sect with Master Yushu, and finally worshiped under the sect of Daoist Guiyun, one of the three masters of Qingcheng.

Although Master Yushu himself admires Anping very much, he has already accepted his closed disciple Dongfang Baoer, so he has no intention of taking her under his name.

Moreover, Anping's nature is peaceful and quiet, with a kind of pure temperament that does not contend with the world, and he has an appetite for Daoist Guiyun, and he can learn more from following him than from the real Yushu.

"It turns out that he is a senior student of Daoist Guiyun, no wonder he is such a talented person." Lin Jia praised without hesitation, although there was an element of scene talk in it, it was by no means aimless.

That day they were ordered to intercept the Qingcheng faction, although Anping's martial arts performance was mediocre, it was rare at his age to be able to face danger without chaos.

The Qingcheng faction deserves to be a great Taoist sect. There were three Qingcheng masters who shocked the world, and then there were excellent seeds like Anping to ensure their longevity. Lin Jia couldn't help being a little envious.

But he didn't forget his reason for coming. After taking a look at Anping, he immediately returned to the topic just now: "Really, this conflict is caused by some villains in the family. It is definitely not the owner's intention. Mingchao."

Master Yushu pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Although your family is not in Jianghu, but Shangguan Shaoqin's reputation for benevolence and righteousness has also been heard by poor Taoists. This matter must be a misunderstanding."

"What the real man said is true." Hearing this, Lin Jia was overjoyed.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, I'm sorry I can't accept these gifts, so please bring them back to Mr. Lin." Master Yushu said and wanted to return the gifts.

"Impossible—"

Lin Jia quickly evaded it and said: "Although it was a misunderstanding, I did not know the severity of the attack and accidentally injured the brother of the noble sect. This gift must be taken away by the real person, otherwise the world will say that I don't understand etiquette in the Shangguan family."

Master Yushu frowned, and opened his mouth to refuse, but Lin Jia got up first, saluted, and hurriedly said: "It's getting late, Master should go to bed earlier, and I'll come back to apologize to that little brother in a few days. "

"Mr. Lin"

Master Yushu raised his hand to persuade him to stay, but Lin Jia hastily retreated with his hands clasped together: "Really, please stay and take my leave."

Lin Jia left behind countless gifts, and quickly disappeared into the night with the Shangguan family. Master Yushu looked back at the mountain of gifts, shook his head with a wry smile, and called, "Anping."

"The disciple is here." Anping stepped forward.

"Why were you sneaking around outside the door just now?" Daoist Yushu asked warmly.

"Disciple, uh, disciple is just curious." Anping blushed, hesitating for a while, then reorganized his mood and said again: "Disciple wants to know who is visiting late at night, so I am curious and want to spy on it, please master Uncle punishes."

"It won't be the case next time."

Daoist Yushu touched the other party's head, this child is honest, he is satisfied with the other party's frankness, so he will not punish him this time.

"Thank you uncle." Anping smiled and bent down to salute.

"Since you saw it, what do you think?" Master Yushu asked casually.

An Ping was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and thought for a while before hesitatingly said: "Master, I think that senior just now is a little bit different."

"What's the difference?" Daoist Yushu asked.

Anping thought for a while and said, "He's not like the master, he's not like the uncle, and he's not like the brothers."

As Anping said, he felt strange, so he grabbed his hair and smiled awkwardly, but Master Yushu didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with this ambiguous answer, and he looked at Anping with more and more satisfaction.

This was a small episode, but Anping gained more and more respect from Master Yushu, and the already close relationship between uncle, nephew and nephew got closer by three points.

But in the middle of the night, there was still one person tossing and turning unable to fall asleep. The yard where the real Yushu lived was not big, and Anping, who was resting in the backyard, could hear the movement in the front hall, let alone Amao, whose internal strength was still higher than him by accident.

On the bed, Amao, who was in pain, was tortured by the cold qi again and was sweating coldly. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making a painful sound, but the conversation between Master Yushu and Anping was like a magic voice. The surge of hatred that made him dye his eyes red.

As far as Amao is concerned, he hates Master Yushu for being unfair, but he hates Anping for taking everything from him. In his opinion, if this person hadn't intervened, he would have already become famous in Qingcheng School.

Now the better Anping performed, the more Amao hated him, but he was not as healthy as others, and could only linger on the sickbed like a dead dog. This oppressive life drove him crazy.

The pain in the body and the hatred in the heart were intertwined. Amao covered his head with a quilt and finally endured this torture, but when he pulled the quilt off profusely, a pale mask appeared strangely stayed on the bedside.

"Varied--"

Amao's exclamation got stuck in his throat, and the other party pointed at his chest, blocking his voice.

"I thought it was a simple sick child, but I didn't expect there to be a surprise."

A playful voice came from under the mask. Under Amao's terrified eyes, the man rolled him up with a quilt, picked him up, and left the small courtyard without a sound.