"Although the junior uncle is in charge of the temple, he will still return to the Xiao family in the future. He uses a common name. Pingjiang County calls him 'Qianhe'. Although his name sounds the same as mine, he is very similar to me. He is not from the same generation, so when you see him, please don’t lie."
Wang Sanhua is a talkative person. Except for some secrets of Yingxian Temple that he avoids talking about, he almost spills the beans to Jiang Yu.
He muttered to Jiang Yu: "My junior uncle has been quite worried about the Xiao family's affairs recently. I would like to advise you one last time, don't touch his brow."
Jiang Yu still had the attitude of wanting to meet Xiao Sanyan and calmly shook his head.
Wang Sanhua was helpless. He ordered a bowl of plain noodles from the kitchen, held it carefully, and led Jiang Yu to Xiao Sanyan's courtyard.
It is a courtyard rather than a wild hut. There is some straw laid on top of the courtyard gate, and there is a accumulation of sugar-like snow.
There is a plaque with the word "meditation" engraved on it, and the edges are a little white.
The Taoist temple stands on the middle of Hongxi Mountain outside Lin'an City, and the Yelu is at the edge of the Taoist temple. It snows lightly, and the mountains echo with the sound of cranes. The world is quiet and beautiful, making people feel peaceful.
Jiang Yu thought carefully about this little uncle who saw the dragon but never saw its end.
Qianhe?
Could it be that he is a Taoist who devotes himself to spiritual practice?
Two sounds of "bang bang" came from outside the door, disturbing the purity of the room. A wisp of white smoke turned a corner in the air and swayed upwards. The man sitting on the futon meditating opened his eyes, revealing his green face. Blue pupils.
Strange, this person turned out to be Bi Tong'er.
Wang Sanhua's silly laughter came immediately after the knock on the door: "Uncle Master, I've brought you some noodles from the kitchen. You can eat first and then practice."
A voice came from inside: "I've already eaten."
"Then, you can have it as a midnight snack."
The sun hasn't completely set yet, so how can anyone have a midnight snack? He pretended to be dumb and said, "Uncle Junior, I have something to do with you."
It took a while before anyone spoke in the room.
"Leave it at the door. I'll come and get it in a minute."
Wang Sanhua touched her nose, looked at Jiang Yu awkwardly, and whispered.
"Jian Shijiang, my junior uncle has a weird temper. I hope you can forgive me."
Jiang Yu smiled, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door: "Taoist Xiao, I, Jiang Yu, came here because of my reputation. I hope Taoist Xiao can meet me."
After saying this, there was finally some movement.
The door was opened unexpectedly, and half of his face was revealed in the shadow behind him.
The man only tied his hair behind his back with a long rope. His figure was very thin. His skin was very white, like snow. He was also dressed in white clothes, which made it a bit dazzling when facing the light.
Jiang Yu blinked his eyes reflexively. The man in front of him was handsome, with a restrained aura, and a pair of long slanted green eyes with faint purple light.
Are you turning your eyes into a magic weapon? What level of cultivation do you need to achieve to do this?
Xiao Sanyan looked at Jiang Yu, then turned to look at Wang Sanhua who was looking around with a serious tone.
"Master Nephew Wang, what's going on?"
The air seemed a little stagnant, and Wang Sanhua's words became muffled: "Uncle Junior, this is layman Jiang."
Jiang Jushi?
Xiao Sanyan frowned, turned his gaze to Jiang Yu, and looked up and down.
The girl is dressed in green clothes, carrying a long horse-killing sword that is taller than a person, and a red gourd hanging from her waist. She has a handsome appearance, a pair of fox eyes that are very clear, and two red moles under her eyes that add a bit of a demonic atmosphere, but this time The man's spirit is pure and pure, and his steps are silent, just like those disciples who claim to be upright.
Jiang Yu knew that the other party was examining her, but she was calm and just laughed softly.
"I have met Taoist Xiao, Jiang Yu. By chance, I heard about the recent experiences of the Xiao family. I also chatted with Taoist Wang for a long time in the audience. After learning about this situation, I would like to ask if I can take you to the Xiao family with me? "
Things about the Xiao family?
Xiao Sanyan's cold expression suddenly froze, and his piercing eyes swept over Wang Sanhua. The latter shrank back and hid, without spilling any noodle soup in his hand.
Old God Jiang Yu was there and didn't care about the goings on between the two of them.
A strand of black hair slipped from his ear, he lowered his eyes, turned and walked into the house.
The sound was like smoke escaping from an incense burner.
"Come in and talk."
Wang Sanhua coughed twice and gestured to Jiang Yu with a cup of soup. Jiang Yu was not polite and nodded, and the two of them walked in together.
The furnishings in the house are very simple, with a table, a chair, a bookshelf, a few paintings and a futon. The smoldering charcoal basin exudes residual heat, the baking room is warm, and the animal pattern incense burner on the table is burning agarwood, and its few rises make people feel peaceful.
What surprised Jiang Yu was that there was a long spear lying beside the hanging painting. It was carefully cared for and the silver light was shining brightly. If you look closely at the pattern, you can see a green python flying through the air carved on the body of the gun. There is a faint scream that can be heard, which can deter evil spirits. spirit.
This is a top-grade magic weapon.
Xiao Sanyan sat back on the futon, raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, his eyes rested on Jiang Yu, and he said: "You are very powerful. You probably didn't want to go to the Xiao family just for the money from the announcement."
Jiang Yu handed over his hand.
"Master Xiao knows things like a god. I'm not doing this for money, I just want to find someone."
Wang Sanhua paused when she put down the bowl after hearing this, then turned sideways and stood behind Xiao Sanyan.
Listening openly is better than getting a name from eavesdropping.
Xiao Sanyan just glanced at him slightly and said: "The Xiao family's affairs are not a secret. Most of the people in Lin'an City know something about it. I don't know what Jiang Jushi wants to do. If it goes against morality, If it's something that goes against one's conscience, then I can't forgive Xiao for not being able to help."
She frowned slightly, looking thoughtful.
"It's a long story, Taoist Xiao. I come from Yunshan Mountain in the middle of Shu. An elder in my family asked someone to tell me to wait for him in Pingjiang County before he left. However, it has been almost half a year since I came here, and there is no news at all. No, I simply inquired about the affairs of Lin'an City, and then I found out that something happened to the Xiao family."
"My elder was the most enthusiastic. I heard that there was a powerful person who revealed the list some time ago. He claimed to be from Shu, but there was no news after that. The time also coincided with the time when he sent the message, so I became interested and thought I want to come to Yingxian Temple to try my luck and find out more."
It turned out to be this.
Xiao Sanyan recalled that some time ago, a cultivator who claimed to be from Shu came to the Xiao family. He met Mr. Xiao, but there was no trace of him afterwards.
The old man was also unable to see people after that period of time.
Are these two things related?
There was silence in the room for a while, except for the sparks that occasionally burst out of the charcoal basin.
Therefore, Xiao Sanyan's words seemed very abrupt at this time.
"That being the case, I wonder what Master Jiang's skills are like?"
ah? skill?
Wang Sanhua, who was eavesdropping openly on one side, was a little confused, but Jiang Yu, who was standing on the other side, had a smile on his face.
This means letting go.
She held the red gourd at her waist and gently rubbed the carvings on it with her thumb.
The magic weapon of the Flying Blade of the Cloud is as famous as the "Wordless Heavenly Book" in the Xingyan Sect, and it is not a name that is just blown away.
Jiang Yu was still a few years old when she got the Flying Cloud Blade. At that time, she had not ascended to immortality, let alone the Immortal Journey. It can be said that the Flying Cloud Blade was her best magic weapon.
If we talk about strength, this is her strength and her confidence.
Jiang Yu let out a long breath: "I would like to give Daoist Xiao a try."
As soon as he finished speaking, a few rays of silver light flashed past, lifting up Xiao Sanyan's hanging temples and cutting off a strand of hair.
There was no one on the futon, as if no one had ever sat on it.
The door behind him opened instantly, and the stagnant wind and snow were swept up again. Waves of coldness swept through with the strong wind, extinguishing the remaining temperature in the house.
Wang Sanhua blinked, only to feel a few phantoms flash past, and the wind of swords blowing.
He hurriedly stepped out of the room, only to see the layman Jiang he had brought standing at the door with a solemn face, surrounded by eleven sickle-leaf flying knives, like a goddess protecting the law, and what she was looking at was exactly him. The little uncle.
Xiao Sanyan lowered his head and looked at the temples lying quietly in his palm, silent.
He was holding the long spear with red tassels that the green python leaped into the air, with the tip of the spear pointing downwards. He was like a lonely pine, as if he had been standing in the snow without moving.
In less than a breath, several moves have passed.
Under such a movement, Jiang Yu didn't feel any trace of the other party's spiritual energy.
Hit the iron plate.
