"Young Master Nie is so kind that Yuan has no choice but to repay him with his life. From now on, all Mr. Nie needs to do is tell me about it and I will go through fire and water."
Suddenly, Yuan Guihai knelt down on one knee and said to Nie Yuan, his voice full of sincerity.
"Senior Yuan, what are you doing? Get up quickly." Nie Yuan hurriedly lifted Yuan Guihai up.
He didn't expect that just a secret method would cause the lord of a city to treat him like this.
"Master Nie, there is no need to say anything. Yuan's life will be Master Nie's from now on."
After standing up, Yuan Guihai cupped his fists and saluted, then left in the air, probably going back to study the technique.
"Old Nie, what's going on? Suddenly a bloody sword floated from the sky. Without saying anything, he chopped off the old bastard. Who did that majestic voice come from?" Waiting for people to leave. Finally, Dongmen Chuixue stepped forward, pressed Nie Yuan's shoulders and shook him vigorously.
"Stop shaking it. If you shake it again, your father's brains will come out." Nie Yuan pulled Dongmen Chuixue away. "I told you that the Dongming Realm is nothing. Look at you. I’ve seen what the world looks like.”
"Oh brother, you are my brother. From now on, my little brother will follow you."
Dongmen Chuixue came up to Nie Yuan humbly, put his arm around Nie Yuan's shoulders, and took away a few explosive charms from his body.
In response, Nie Yuan gave Dongmen Chuixue more than just a few looks.
The two beauties behind him were much more reserved, holding hands and walking gracefully.
"Come to my house for a stroll?" After walking for a while, Nie Yuan glanced at Dongmen Chuixue.
"Listen to our brother." Dongmen Chuixue kept touching Nie Yuan's chest, trying to find a few explosive talismans.
Nie Yuan pulled Dongmen Chuixue away, then turned to look at the two women: "Where are the two beauties."
"Listen to the young master." Rou'er smiled.
"Whatever." Biyun said lightly.
"walk home."
Nie Yuan gave an order, and the four of them turned around and walked towards the military store. They bought some wine and meat along the way. Biyun had been so busy before and couldn't eat well. Now there are guests, and they must be well entertained.
drive!
As they were leaving, they suddenly heard a horse neighing. The four of them turned around and saw four tall horses breaking into their sight.
Immediately, three men and one woman appeared with extraordinary bearing. They were all wearing uniform Taoist uniforms with the same pattern embroidered on them as on the Biyun Jade tablet. At a glance, they knew they were disciples of the Tianxuan Sword Sect.
Nie Yuan's eyes narrowed, and Nie Yuan recognized the woman. She was Song Waner, the proud daughter of the Song family. She probably came back because of the ancient ruins.
"Song Wan'er, the body of Tianyin." Biyun murmured. As a disciple of the Sword Sect, she knew it.
"Song Wan'er? Old Nie, isn't that the woman who almost became your wife?" Dongmen Chuixue joked.
"Who the hell did you listen to?" Nie Yuan glanced at Dongmen Chuixue.
"Don't worry about it, just say yes or no."
"Yes Yes Yes."
While a few people were talking, the Sword Sect disciples were whizzing past.
During this period, Song Wan'er glanced at Nie Yuan lightly, without any emotion in her eyes.
Nie Yuan also looked at it indifferently. Although he showed no expression, there was a wave of waves in his heart. This was the memory of the original owner.
"Hey, disciple, do you still have such a past? Tell me about it." Biyun turned into a curious baby and approached Nie Yuan and asked.
"Interesting or not." Nie Yuan rolled his eyes at Biyun and walked over.
Rou'er was the only one present who remained silent. As a maid in Nie Yuan's courtyard, she knew what the relationship between the young master and Song Wan'er was like. Gods and men learned from it, but now that Xiao Lang was a stranger, it was impossible to poke his wounds.
After a while, the four of them returned to the military store, and the cleaned stone table was once again filled with food.
Before the four of them could sit down, the two old men heard the sound and walked out of the room.
When they looked at Nie Yuan and Biyun, they had mean smiles on their faces.
"Who are these two uncles?" Dongmen Chuixue asked.
"What, was it that my sword wasn't strong enough just now? Didn't you remember me?" He Qingyun pinched his beard with a hint of pretentiousness in his voice.
"My voice is still not domineering enough to make you remember me." Lu Ningyuan licked his hair, also in a pretentious tone.
"It turns out they are two seniors. I have to kowtow to you two." After saying that, he quickly knelt down and banged his head three times. When he was done, he quickly stood up again.
This operation left everyone present stunned.
Dongmen Chuixue didn't care about other people's opinions, picked up two glasses of wine, and toasted to the second old man.
No wonder Nie Yuan was so confident when facing a strong man in the Dongming Realm, considering that he had two powerful men in his family.
But he has to be taken care of by the two elders. If he is not happy, he might even teach him one or two peerless skills.
"I like this baby."
He Qingyun laughed loudly, took the wine glass from Dongmen Chuixue's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.
"I would also like."
Lu Ningyuan also said with a smile, also took another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
Later, the uncle and nephew taught Dongmen Chuixue a secret technique.
Dongmen Chuixue was so excited that she knelt down and kowtowed three times to the second elder.
After the interlude, four young people and two old people sat at the same table and started eating.
During this period, the two elders specially asked Nie Yuan and Biyun to sit together.
This made Nie Yuan and Biyun want to scold their mothers for a while.
"Everyone has eaten."
Just when a few people were enjoying their meal, a man came to the garden. He was a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes that day.
The shop door was closed, so he climbed over the wall.
"Eat something?" He Qingyun glanced at him.
"No." The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes bowed to He Qingyun and Lu Ningyuan before saying, "The juniors are here to send invitations. Tomorrow, the younger generations from each family will gather at Yuehe Tower to discuss the trip to the ancient ruins."
With that said, the middle-aged man in fine clothes took out the invitation from his pocket and placed it on the stone table.
Nie Yuan opened it and saw a page full of words.
After reading it once, Nie Yuan got a general idea.
This ancient ruins is not simple. There are still conditions to enter it. Monks under twenty years old can enter at will. Once they are over twenty years old, those who enter will die.
That’s why it’s the younger generation that is negotiating, not the older generation.
And this organizer is Song Waner, the body of Tianyin.
He originally planned to join in the fun, but when he saw the name, Nie Yuan lost interest.
"Since the invitation has been sent, I will take my leave first."
The middle-aged man in fine clothes bowed to the two elders again and then left the backyard.
The way out is still to climb over the wall.
"Give it to you."
After the middle-aged man in fine clothes left, Nie Yuan threw the invitation in front of him towards Chuixue at the east gate.
"No, my dad will definitely get one for me." He said and threw the things back.
"Then I'll give it to you." Nie Yuan threw it to Biyun again.
"Hey, no wonder you don't want to go. It turns out it was your ex's team." Biyun opened it and looked at it with a smile on his face.
After hearing this, Nie Yuan's fair face suddenly turned dark: "I'll give it back, I won't give it away to you."
"No, I insist on going to see it."
As he said that, he hid the invitation behind his back, for fear that Nie Yuan would snatch it away.
"Master, I want to go too." At this time, Rou'er, who was chewing the duck leg, interrupted.
"Don't go. You are so good-looking despite your low cultivation level. I'm afraid you will be in danger if you go." He Qingyun said.
"Oh well."
