Dao Fruit

"Your young master?"

Looking at the big man who appeared in front of her, Han Weier took a look, then clapped her hands and said with a smile: "I remember, I met you once when we were in Xuankou Town. You were Qiu Yan's servant."

Going north from Jiannan Road to the border of Dongdu, you first have to pass through Xuankou Town, where Qiu Yan formed an affair with King Yan. At that time, this young lady from the Han family also looked like a man disguised as a woman. After witnessing what happened, they naturally remembered Dai Guo.

"Qiu Yan's servant?" After hearing this, An Jin looked at Dai Guo carefully and made secret calculations, but on the surface he remained calm. With his eyesight, after observing Dai Guo, he discovered something strange about him. shape.

"This man has a strong physique, his eyes are dark and shining, his muscles are tight, and his back is straight. He must have a certain level of cultivation. He walks alone in the dense forest, neither slow nor slow, which shows his courage. He is not an ordinary person, and he is willing to work for Qiu Servant of the Yan family? However, there is a hint of panic in this person's eyebrows, and there is a sense of panic. Could it be that something happened when he came here? "

Here, An Jin observed the words and expressions, trying to get some clues from Dai Guo, and then speculate on Qiu Yan's situation. He organized the words in his mind, hoping to speak out when they met.

On the other side, Han Weier and another person were also thinking separately.

"As expected, they are all studying, just like the young master. I wonder what evil is brewing in their stomachs. Their eyes are twinkling and their breaths are changing, huh?"

Watching the three people meditating, Dai Guo muttered to himself. Suddenly his face felt a slight sting, and he woke up with a start. He looked over and saw a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. It was the third person.

"This person's gaze made me feel Qi. This person also has cultivation! What's his origin?"

Just when Dai Guo was in shock and doubt, the third person said: "Since Mr. Qiu has sent people here, he must have figured out our intention. Brother, please lead the way. I believe there will be no setbacks in this trip." ”

Han Weier and An Jin nodded after hearing this.

Naturally, Dai Guo didn't say much. He glanced at the man named Yang with a slightly puzzled look, then turned around and walked in the direction he came from, striding like a meteor.

The mountain temple is located in the forest, rarely visited. There used to be a trail, but it has long been covered by weeds due to age. The path Han Weier and the others took was not the abandoned path, but a cross. The woods are even more remote. There are overgrown weeds along the way, and there are soft soil and steep slopes from time to time. If you accidentally slip on your feet, you may fall down, even if you don't fall to death, you will be seriously injured.

However, although Dai Guo's physique was huge, he seemed to be thick-boned, and his body was not light, he took each step with ease, as if he was not exerting any force at all, leaving only very shallow footprints on the soft ground.

Han Weier, who followed closely behind, was much inferior to her. As a girl, she walked quite lightly, but her footprints were still much deeper.

The man surnamed Yang in the back looked very different. There was no trace left when he stepped on the ground! While walking, this person looked around from time to time, as if he was looking at the surrounding scenery, and looked particularly timid.

Behind these three people is An Jin, who is trudging hard. This middle-aged Confucian scholar who seems to be taciturn. Although he is physically strong and often exercises his bow, he obviously has no energy, blood, muscles and bones, and no life cultivation. , walking depends entirely on physical strength, and I don’t feel bad when walking on trails. Once I go deeper into the forest, my physical strength cannot keep up as time goes by.

As he walked, his breathing gradually became heavier, his body swayed, and he almost missed the mark several times. Even so, An Jin still seemed calm and collected, following without changing his expression, showing a certain amount of Qi-nurturing skills, but there was a trace of blood on his forehead. I was sweating profusely, and I didn't know whether it was due to the rush or the cold sweat.

As time went by, although An Jin's complexion remained the same, he was sweating more and more and his walking speed was getting slower and slower.

Previously, he, Han Weier and three other people took a carriage from the city to the village outside Linwai, and then switched to walking. However, after all, they walked for a long time and were close to the limit of their physical strength.

"If we walk a few more steps, we have no choice but to rest. It's just that the forest is deep and there are no dangers. If it's not absolutely necessary, it's best to keep going."

An Jin's face turned red while he was panting violently. He was thinking, but before he could finish his thoughts, something suddenly changed in front of him, and the scene suddenly became clear.

The dense woods receded and was replaced by a piece of farmland. Judging from the color of the soil, it must have been opened not long ago. The entire farmland occupies a small area. Several houses and a ruined temple can be seen in the distance.

"Oh?" Seeing this scene, both Han Weier, who had known about it for a long time, and An Jin and the man surnamed Yang, who were meeting for the first time, all showed a hint of surprise.

Such a scene is actually not uncommon among the people, but it is particularly conspicuous when placed in the woods. An Jin subconsciously looked behind him, and then looked around, seeing the dark woods.

This piece of farmland seems to be growing in a forest, with an empty space carved out of it, which is incompatible with the surrounding scenery.

In fact, the traces of the previous battle have also disappeared.

"This Qiu Yanguo is a wonderful man." The man surnamed Yang looked at him for a few times and laughed.

At this time, someone walked out of the house and greeted him. When he got closer, An Jin saw the person's appearance, compared it with his memory, and recognized it was Qiu Yan himself.

"You all came through the forest. Qiu missed me from afar. Please atone for your sins."

From a distance, Qiu Yan raised his arms and saluted. His words had already reached several people's ears before anyone arrived.

"No, I came here without telling you." The man surnamed Yang responded with a smile, "Brother Qiu, you and I have been in contact before, but this is the first time we have a face-to-face conversation."

"Brother Yang is right." Qiu Yan had already walked over. He glanced at a few people and without deliberately greeting them, he stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, "Everyone, please."

Han Weier and the man surnamed Yang were smiling and about to move forward, but An Jin, who was out of breath, struggled to calm down his breathing, and then said: "Mr. Qiu, I am waiting here to ask you to return to Wenzhou." Xuanlou, gentlemen are waiting for you upstairs.”

After hearing this, Qiu Yan looked at An Jin and said, "Qiu knows what I'm saying, just follow me."

After hearing this, An Jin opened his mouth to speak, but after a change of thought, he swallowed the words in his mouth, nodded, and followed.

Qiu Yan's eyes swept over several people, and his perception extended over them, capturing a strong atmosphere of literary thoughts, a faint, almost substantial sense of luck, and in addition, there was a trace of thin dragon aura.

"The three of them were entrusted by the great Confucians to come here to look for me. They naturally blessed the great Confucians' literary spirit. What they want to ask about is related to the governance of ancient times, the development of humanity and the changes in the doctrines of several academies. Therefore, It involves literary fortune, as for this trace of dragon spirit..."

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan's eyes fell on the man named Yang. This was the first time he met this man, but it was not the first time he dealt with him. He had met this man that day when Qiu Yan was hunting down the soul of Taoist Jinwu.

Yes, this person is Yang Ying, who has some friendship with King Yan, and at this time, there is a trace of dragon aura wrapped around his body.

This dragon energy did not originate from him, but was involved because of King Yan's entrustment.

"That day, he showed up and took action, displaying amazing methods. It was obvious that he had attainments in spiritual practice, but he didn't care about mixing with the prince. He was even entrusted by him, entangled with cause and effect, and he didn't know what his plan was."

While thinking, several people walked across the farmland, entered the fence, and came to a simple room. Qiu Yan invited several people to sit down.

There was a shortage of supplies in the forest, including no tea, fruits and vegetables, but Han Weier and others didn't care about this. As soon as they sat down, Han Weier said: "Brother Qiu..."

Before she could finish her words, Qiu Yan waved his hand: "Don't say more, don't forget what I told you. Qiu doesn't ask how you found him, but he is a guest, and I should do my duty as a landlord." Friendship, but don’t expect extraneous things.”

After hearing this, Han Weier frowned, annoyance flashed in her eyes, and then sighed: "Brother Qiu is really quick to talk, but it was Weier who made a mistake. I don't expect you to forgive me. I keep all those words in my heart, The purpose of coming here this time is to take those things away so that Brother Qiu won't even be able to sleep well if they are left here."

"Oh?" Qiu Yan narrowed his eyes, then nodded, "This is best. Hu Qi, go to my room, bring the package next to the bed, and give it to Miss Han."

"Yes." Hu Qi, who was standing aside, responded.

This action made Han Weier's eyelids twitch.

"This Qiu Yan is so straightforward. He really wants to return those three magic weapons to me. Don't he have no attachment at all? Those are three magic weapons! If it were me, I wouldn't be able to be so neat, but he didn't even hesitate. You don’t give me a chance to speak. How to proceed?”

Just as he was thinking about it, the package had been brought, and Qiu Yan handed it to Han Weier without any hesitation.

Han Weier took the baggage, hesitated for a moment, and then said frankly: "I hope Brother Qiu won't take it to heart about what happened before. I do have some calculations, but they are also well-intentioned. I believe Brother Qiu will understand one day."

Qiu Yan still shook his head: "After all, you have helped me, and the previous matters have been wiped out. You said that I would understand later, and I made it clear. I hope you don't make a mistake."

"Of course," Han Weier breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she was putting down the burden in her heart while picking up the baggage in her hand, with a smile as bright as a flower, "This is good, so as not to add too many things and complicate things."

Qiu Yan nodded and said no more. He noticed that An Jin was hesitant to speak, got up and walked to the table.

This simple house was where Qiu Yan studied. There was a table and several bookcases in the room. Qiu Yan picked up a scroll from the table, walked back and handed it to An Jin, saying: "How many of you are there?" I already know your purpose, just give this to a few gentlemen."

"This is..." An Jin hesitated, "Is it possible that Mr. Qiu doesn't plan to go back with me?"

Qiu Yan did not answer, but pointed at the scroll.

"Please open this thing, Qiu's words are all inside." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)