The Misadventure

"Tu Qinshan and Qi Tianxin have already settled down in Chuncang City. As for all the things and everything behind it, I will be at ease to practice."

Zhang Ziliang leaned back on the chair, looking a little absent-minded.

A few days ago, he suddenly heard Zhuo Lian's voice reminding him of the news about Tu Qinshan and Qi Tianxin, which made him very happy.

"Hey." Zhang Ziliang sighed softly: I used the same method to send a sound transmission to her, but I didn't get any results. I don't know if it was because she didn't respond or it didn't work at all.

Hearing Zhang Ziliang sighing next to him, Yan Qimei looked over, blinked her eyes and said, "Don't be impatient, Mr. Zhang, the eldest brother will be here soon, and there will definitely be many promises to you."

Seeing Zhang Ziliang nodded absently, Yan Qimei pondered for a moment and asked again: "Young Master Zhang, you have sighed several times, but what's the problem?"

Zhang Ziliang nodded first, then shook his head, and replied, "Nothing."

There were only Zhang Ziliang and Yan Qimei in the hall, and they seemed a little empty and quiet. The maid standing behind them also seemed a little drowsy because of the sunlight coming in from the window.

Just as Zhang Ziliang drank the last sip of spiritual tea in the teacup, there was finally a burst of soft footsteps from outside the house.

He searched for his reputation, only to see Yan Cangyao walking in with a middle-aged man of about forty years old.

This middle-aged man was dressed in a big yellow robe, with a white jade crown on his head, and his face was upright, giving people a stable and down-to-earth feeling.

"My daughter has met my father." Yan Qimei stood up from the chair first, and saluted the middle-aged man.

Patriarch Yan carefully sized Zhang Ziliang, nodded and said, "Well, he really is a heroic boy."

"I've met seniors." Zhang Ziliang got up and gave a junior salute. After all, this was in someone else's lair, so he didn't dare to take it too seriously.

Patriarch Yan waved his hand, indicating that he doesn't need to be too polite, and continued to say in a pleasant manner: "I already know what happened along the way, thanks to my little friend."

Zhang Ziliang said politely: "It's just a little effort, Senior Yan doesn't need to thank you."

Patriarch Yan nodded, took out a storage bag and handed it to Zhang Ziliang, and asked, "Which branch of the Tianji sect does my little friend practice in?"

Zhang Ziliang took the bag, smiled nonchalantly and replied, "This junior is currently practicing under the head of Sun Tianhui."

"Oh? I didn't expect you to practice in Xuanyue's lineage," Patriarch Yan asked in surprise, "Then do you know Fairy Bingpo?"

"Naturally, she's my...uncle teacher." Zhang Ziliang heaved a sigh of relief while hesitating: he almost slipped the tongue.

Seeing the other party's expression, Patriarch Yan said with a playful smile: "My wife is the senior sister of Fairy Bingpo, so I should not be an outsider."

Hearing these words, Zhang Ziliang really couldn't laugh or cry in his heart: tsk tsk tsk, everyone really regards Xuanyue as a daughter's country.

He replied: "Unexpectedly, senior and I, Xuan Yue, have such a relationship."

"Very good, very good," Patriarch Yan seemed very happy, and continued after laughing twice: "Since that's the case, why don't you stay in my Yan's house for a few more days, so that the old man can enjoy the friendship of a landlord. "

Yan Qimei also echoed with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Zhang, you can stay for a few more days."

Yan Cangyao, who was at the side, saw the politeness of these people, but he murmured in his heart: I don't know which muscle is wrong, but I actually look at this brat differently. If he really dares to stay, I have to find a chance to fix it. He can't do it.

"Thank you senior for your kindness, but this junior can only come to bother me next time. I still have a very important thing to do at the moment, so I can't stay longer."

Zhang Ziliang still has Tu Qinshan and Qi Tianxin on his mind, so why would he stay here more: besides, Patriarch Yan seems a little too enthusiastic, it's better to leave as soon as possible.

The head of the Yan family coughed dryly, and replied: "Since my little friend has something important to do, then the old man will not force himself."

After the guests exchanged a few more pleasantries, Zhang Ziliang got up and left Yan's house.

Patriarch Yan sat on the main seat in the hall, and after a moment of silence, he said to the siblings: "I didn't expect the second wife to be so bold. It seems that I usually think too much about brotherhood."

Although Patriarch Yan looked calm, his face twitched a few times unnaturally. Yan Cangyao knew that this was his father's real anger.

Patriarch Yan waved at the maid, and after she walked out of the hall, he cast a sound-proof spell to isolate the entire hall, and then started talking with his son and daughter.

It wasn't until Zhengyang set to the west that the three of them ended their secret conversation.

"Remember, don't let the wind leak, go."

"Retire, child."

Yan Qimei and her elder brother Yan Cangyao made a confession at the same time, and then left the hall, only Patriarch Yan was left sitting on the main seat with a sullen face, wondering what he was thinking.

Not long after, a young man dressed as an attendant ran into the hall quickly, bowed respectfully to Patriarch Yan and said, "Patriarch, Ice Soul Fairy from the Tianji Sect is here to visit."

"Oh, the Ice Soul Fairy is here?"

Master Yan saw his disciples nodding, stood up from his chair, and said excitedly, "Hurry up!"

"yes."

The disciple just ran to the entrance of the hall when he heard Patriarch Yan's bell-like voice,

"slow!"

"I will go to greet you in person!"

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Danxia Mountain, Liu Family.

"It's been so many years, and I don't have any news about Sister Yingyao, and I don't know what's going on with her," Xia Jinxuan sighed lightly: "In the past few years, I have been the only one who came to Liu's house alone, but fortunately, Sister Xueyao Stay with me, or I will really suffocate to death."

It stands to reason that a person of a different surname should not be involved in things like ancestor worship, but she felt that she was taken care of by Liu Yingyao since she was a child, and both Liu Hongguang and Liu Chengan treated her as their own, so they came here.

Xia Jinxuan looked at the little girl in white at the side, and asked with a smile, "Sister Xueyao is going to the mourning hall, too?"

In the past, when Zhuo Lian was around, she would always accompany Qin Xueyao, but these years Xia Jinxuan felt that Qin Xueyao was a bit lonely, so she often took her by her side.

Qin Xueyao gave a light 'um' and nodded, looking very cute.

It's just that the eyes she looked around were full of confusion and puzzlement: why do I have an indescribable sense of familiarity with everything here.

The mourning hall of the Liu family is not big, but there are many spirit tablets placed on the incense burner.

Xia Jinxuan walked to the innermost place, kowtowed three times to one of the spirit tablets at the bottom, and respectfully burned three sticks of incense. But she didn't notice that Qin Xueyao behind her burst into tears unnaturally after seeing the name on the token.

"I...why, will I cry... will...so... heartache..."

Qin Xueyao stared blankly at the spirit card, her mind went blank, but her heart felt an unexplainable pain, which originated from the depths of her soul and could never be erased.

The three words 'Weng Yunmei' are engraved on the spirit tablet, which is Liu Yingyao's biological mother.