Dao fruit.

"It seems that Brother Li, you have a good relationship with that old friend..."

The person who asked the question smiled slightly, drank the wine in the glass in front of him, wiped his mouth and said: "Good wine, the mortal world is really a world of flowers and flowers, it is much better than the miserable life on the mountain."

The person who spoke was not very old, he looked no more than thirty, with an ordinary face, but his temples were extremely long, and he had a dusty and unrestrained aura. He was wearing a long gown, and his gestures were crisp and neat.

The last person also said: "Brother Li and Brother Yang said so, and I, Duolu, naturally have no objection. I came to the Central Plains this time to increase my knowledge. Just now, Brother Zong has opened my eyes. How can other good shows? miss?"

Compared with the other three, this person's speech and behavior are obviously different. He is tall and strong, with a rough temperament. Although he is wearing the Central Plains brocade clothes, his hair is messy, his eyebrows and eyes are different from others, and he does not seem to be from the Central Plains.

"Okay! Both of you, please!" Yan Wang laughed and got up to lead the way.

"Please!" The rest of the people stood up.

Zong Heng was originally an aide of King Yan, and he was promoted to be able to drink at the same table. At this moment, he realized the seriousness, slowed down his pace, and fell behind several people.

King Yan nodded slightly, stopped, and whispered in Zong Heng's ear: "Go back to the mansion and tell Gongyang Yi, let him invite Daoist Jinwu here, and say that this king has something to ask for."

Zong Heng arched his hands and said: "The subordinates know, and if they don't know where the prince is going, they can tell the chief."

King Yan waved his hand: "Don't ask too much, just talk, the Taoist priest will naturally know." The words were quite impatient.

Zong Heng didn't dare to ask more questions, and quickly retreated after saluting.

"Brother Zong, where are you going?" Seeing Zong Heng leave, the rough man's eyes flashed.Asked seemingly unintentionally.

"What Zong Heng has learned is exhausting, and he is exhausted right now. Mr. Li told him to go back to rest," Yan Wang said, "By the way, Brother Yang and Brother Duolu, I will introduce an expert to the two of you later. .” When he spoke, his face was slightly pale.Brow slightly wrinkled.

"Skilled people? Good thing, good thing. I'm going down the mountain this time to meet strange people in the world. It's better to have as many good people as possible." The man in the long coat said, his eyes moved, and he noticed King Yan's complexion. "Brother Li's complexion is not good? But are you sick?"

"It's okay, it's an old problem." King Yan raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his two fingers trembled according to a certain method, which activated the restraint in his skull, and vaguely concealed a headband.

That day, King Yan vainly tried to snatch Qiu Yan's writing thoughts, but in the end Qiu Yan beat him to the door instead.First he was severely injured, then he was forced to take a red pill, and then put on a headband.

Since then, these two things have become a serious concern for King Yan. The red pill is fine. He invited a master of medicine to recuperate him several times, and it is confirmed that there is no problem. These days, he has not seen anything wrong with his body.Coupled with medicine, medicine, food supplements, worries have long been put down.

But the headband is different, it seems virtual and real, and ordinary people can't see the clue, but as long as Yan Wang thinks that it is unfavorable to Qiu Yan, he will have a headache, and the pain is unspeakable, even forcing him to jump up and down. .Extremely embarrassed.

He was born in a noble family, and he has always been one-sided, but now he has more ambitions, but now he has suffered a disadvantage.Don't talk about revenge, you can't even think about it, it's an unbearable humiliation, but you can't think about it too much, depressed and aggrieved.

This kind of life lasted for a month before there was a turning point, but it was Taoist Wu Ya's teacher who came to him and questioned Taoist Wu Ya about it. King Yan finally found a savior and invited Taoist Jin Wu, the head teacher, over.

This Golden Crow Taoist has extraordinary abilities. He can see the reality and reality on King Yan's head. He knows that thoughts are mixed with energy and blood, blended into flesh and blood, and involve thoughts.

However, although it cannot be eradicated quickly, the suppression is not a problem. The Jinwu Taoist placed another restraint on King Yan's head to block the headband, but after all, it has penetrated deep into the flesh. When Qiu Yan was hostile, he still felt uncomfortable.

Pressed a few times, the discomfort disappeared, King Yan returned to normal, smiled at the two: "Okay, please follow me."

The long-clothed man and the rugged man didn't ask much, they nodded and followed. The three of them left the tavern and walked in the direction where Qiu Yan left.

As soon as the three of them went upstairs and downstairs, many people stood up on several tables and left in a hurry.

It can be seen that King Yan is traveling in low clothes this time, and he does not reveal his identity in words, but he is of the blood of a real dragon after all, and he cannot tolerate any negligence, so many guards and masters pretend to accompany him.

………………

"Brother Li, are you going to say hello to that old friend?" After walking a few steps, the man in the long coat saw the clue.

"That's right." King Yan nodded without making a sound.

The reason why he was so eager was because the resentment in his heart was too great. He had already sent people to look for Qiu Yan's traces, and even sent people to Jiannan Road to investigate.

However, even if it is a prince, after all, he does not enter the officialdom, so the officials of Jiannan Road will naturally not buy it.

After repeated searches but failed, the resentment in King Yan's heart became more and more intense. Now that Qiu Yan is found, how can he endure it?

Besides, according to Jinwu Taoist, to get rid of the hidden dangers on the head, besides peeling off the cocoon, there is a quick and effective way, which is to kill the instigator!

"I, Duolu, can't miss a person who can make Brother Li so important, so I want to make friends!" The rough man heard this, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said.

"What about this person, you two will know when you see him." King Yan smiled without saying a word. Great help—King Yan still remembered Qiu Yan's power and power, and knew that with many guards alone, he was no match at all, so he asked Zong Heng to call the Jinwu Taoist, and he followed up to prevent Qiu Yan from disappearing again.

The three of them walked all the way, but they were leisurely and contented, looking around from time to time, but King Yan had something on his mind, so they walked faster and faster.

Not long after, the man in the long gown brightened his eyes, pointed forward, and said with a smile, "That's the man."

From a distance, King Yan had already seen Qiu Yan, who had turned into ashes and would never forget it. Hearing this, he nodded. Go sit there and wait for me to send someone to invite him."

Following the gazes of the two, the rough man Duolu saw Qiu Yan, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, he shook his head and said, "This man doesn't seem to be a martial artist, but a scholar, but he doesn't see him. How much book breath, I think the knowledge is not as good as the few people around Brother Li."

This Duolu is not from the Central Plains, but he admires the atmosphere of the Central Plains. This time he came here, he respects those who have achieved something in their studies or have skills. After making friends with King Yan, many of King Yan's staff are respectful and polite. His eyesight is extraordinary, and he can distinguish Wensi's breath just by looking at it.

However, as soon as Duolu finished speaking, the man in the long coat shook his head and said, "Brother Duolu, you missed your mark this time. Brother Li's old friend is not an ordinary person."

"Oh?" Duolu raised his eyebrows, showing the appearance of humbly asking for advice, "Brother Yang, what's your opinion?"

The long-clothed man smiled and said: "I don't dare to take it for a high opinion, but since I went down the mountain, I have met many literati, compared it many times, and I have received some goods. I know that ordinary people can understand, their thoughts are in line with order, and they draw a breath. Evans in the ordinary population."

"Is there such a saying?" Duolu frowned, secretly remembering it in his heart, "Since this is the case, the lack of literary thinking on the person does not mean that he is ignorant and incompetent?"

"No," the long-clothed man shook his head, "but everyone in the world has literary ideas. You must know that this truth is not only written in books. The ancient sages and sages wrote the truth, not creating the truth, but recording the truth of the world in the book. When you do things on a daily basis, you will unknowingly agree with one or two principles, and you will naturally be creative."

"So..." Hearing this, Duolu finally understood that he was not a fool. When he thought about the front and back, he immediately showed surprise, and turned his head to look in the direction of Qiu Yan.

"That's right," the long-clothed man still smiled, "When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Isn't it strange that there is no trace of the literary thought that everyone should have? How can such a person be an ordinary person? ?”

As soon as he said this, Dolu's eyes immediately burst into eagerness, and he was about to call Qiu Yan, but suddenly his face showed shock!

"Huh? That man entered Han Xiangguo's mansion!"

It turned out that when he looked at it, he saw that Qiu Yan's feet changed, and he walked into a mansion with a plaque of "Han Mansion" hanging on the gate.

When Duolu came to Dongdu this time, there were a few places that he was particularly concerned about. The Han Mansion was one of them. He was not allowed to enter the house several times before and after. , and the old Xiangguo is generally not seen, only those who have some friendship with Han Laoxiang can come in and out at will.

"This person is indeed extraordinary!"

Hearing the two people's compliments to Qiu Yan, Yan Wang felt embarrassed. He wanted to explain to the two people when he made the move, so as to prevent the two from withdrawing. He did not expect such a delay to turn into such a situation.

"Forget it, wait until the Golden Crow Taoist Zhang arrives to make a decision. However, since you have found the trace of Qiu Yan, you must not let it go easily! You must keep an eye on it!"

………………

"This King Yan is haunted."

In the Han mansion, Qiu Yan shook his head slightly. He mixed the heart demon fragments into the red core and blended them into the opponent's soul. King Yan was in control of every move, but because of the dragon spirit, it is not good to interfere too much, but if the opponent does not learn the lesson, Picking up grievances is another matter, now that Qiu Yan's cultivation level is not what it used to be, and if he really wants to do something, he has less scruples.

Thinking in his heart, Qiu Yan, led by the old servant surnamed Wu, went outside Han Yi's study again, then straightened his clothes, revealed his identity, and walked in.

Han Yi was practicing calligraphy. When he saw Qiu Yan coming in, he put down his pen and said, "Are you here to return the book?" After saying this, he frowned, "Huh? ? Shilin breath?"