I am doing construction in the cultivation world

The senses and consciousness of the ninth-grade monk were so sharp that the person behind him actually patted his shoulder silently. It would not be too difficult to easily seriously injure or even kill him. He turned around and saw a face that was exactly the same as his own now. .

"Brother Yun!"

Yan Xiaoliu finally let go of his clenched back molars, and couldn't help but cry loudly to Yan Yunhuai. However, he only cried a few times before he controlled his emotions and turned around silently to continue to tidy up Yan Boxheng. Remains.

Yan Xiaoliu said he was Yan Yunhuai's book boy, but rather he said he was his younger brother, the younger brother who had been following in his footsteps.

Seeing Yan Xiaoliu's movements, Yan Yunhuai did not stop him, but looked at the corpse carefully to confirm whether it belonged to his master.

……

Yan Huanan, who returned to his Yunhuaishan Villa, quickly received news from the main hospital.

Luo Xinyou is back, and the maid brought two guests back to the young master's mansion.

In other words, the real Yan Yunhuai reported to them by the Gu clan has probably returned.

At this time, all the Yanshan elders who supported Yan Huanan and the elders of several major sects he had won over had already gathered in the meeting hall.

The Great Elder of Purple Gold Peak was the first to speak, and he was the most senior person present. If he didn't speak, it would be hard for others to say anything first.

"Young Master, we have already informed our respective sects. Early tomorrow morning, the sect leaders will bring people to Yanshan. If Yan Yunhuai turns from fake to real, why will we have trouble with our hair tomorrow?" ?”

Many people nodded and wanted to ask this question. Everyone whispered among themselves, and the second elder of Guixian Island snorted disdainfully.

"Yan Yunhuai has been missing for many years. He announced his death to the world before. Now he is back, but the old family leader has passed away. Who can prove that he is Yan Yunhuai and not someone pretending to be him?"

"But Luo Xinyou..."

An elder from Yanshan was about to say something when he was stopped by Yan Huanan who was sitting in the chair.

"Luo Xinyou's words are not trustworthy. Elder Aqiu, why don't you tell everyone why our young master of Yanshan died 300 years ago!"

The Gu clan representative hiding in the corner opened his hood. Naque Ruxin was punished by the clan rules and was still cultivating and could not appear in front of others. Therefore, this elder Aqiu came on behalf of her and also on behalf of the people. This abandoned Gu clan has decided not to jump around again.

Elder Aqiu is very beautiful. She comes from the Xilan tribe and is the biological sister of the head of the Xilan tribe of the Zhuoyuan Gu tribe.

She nodded to Yan Huanan and explained to everyone:

"In order to make good friends with the Yanshan forces, our Shaodu tribe gave a poisonous poison carefully cultivated by the tribe to Young Master Yan's wife."

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the elders' faces, she continued:
"Shaodubu said that she saw Young Master Yan on the day she presented the Gu. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, but a few days later, Young Master Yan died of serious injuries. Shaodubu was outside the coffin and noticed The breath of that poisonous poison."

"hiss…"

The Yanshan elder who just spoke made a sound of inhalation, then looked overjoyed and said:

"Okay! Luo Xinyou actually poisoned my young master Yanshan, and now he has created a fake young master to deceive us! Hahahaha! Let's see tomorrow whether the old guys in the Law Enforcement Hall can still protect her!"

Everyone looked shocked and weird, but in the end they all smiled in unison. Good thing, good thing. With this clue, this Yan Yunhuai can only be fake, and the young master of Yanshan can only be the right one. Yan Huanan, oh no, the new owner of Yanshan can only be the great-great-great-grandson of the old family owner, Yan Huanan.

Just as everyone was discussing happily, a girl sitting at the end of the banquet scratched her head and asked the monk in white who was admiring the paintings on the wall:
"Master, should I just give him a shot? Why do I feel like there aren't many good people here, but my air cannon only has six rounds. I need to recharge it when I use it up."

The representative of a certain mid-level sect sitting next to her heard this and turned his head to look over. He, the girl and the surrounding people all had the lowest status in the meeting hall, so they sat far away from Yan Huanan. He has no right to speak, he is only responsible for conveying the orders here to his sect after listening.

"Shhh! Which family are you representing? We have no role to speak here. Be careful not to disturb the elders of the sect when they are talking about business. I will give your sect some shoes to wear when the time comes."

Ignoring the representative's kind reminder, Bai Buran walked up to Tang Xiao, his eyes still wandering between several paintings.

"Master, do you like these?"

Bai Buran nodded:
"I didn't expect that there are such masters of calligraphy and painting here in Yanshan. The artistic conception in the paintings is integrated with Taoism. These paintings can be regarded as ink treasures above the ninth grade. This one contains the universe and the aura is very strong. There are spiritual plants planted in it. Great place.”

Having said this, he glanced at Tang Xiao and said firmly:
"There must be a lot of good stuff."

Tang Xiao's eyes widened and he immediately looked at the other paintings. Bai Buran smiled and nodded.

Good guy, the treasure is hidden in the painting!Hanging it where everyone can see it was something she didn't expect.

Hearing these two people discussing such an outrageous matter, the sect representative who advised Tang Xiao not to speak was dumbfounded. Could he say this in front of everyone?

He didn't even realize that he was a lower-ranking sect. He was afraid that his behavior in talking to the little girl just now would make others think that they knew each other, which would implicate his own sect, so he hurriedly sat further away.

In addition to him, of course there were other people who heard the discussion between the master and the disciple. Although their voices were not loud, and there were discussions among the elders of the Shangzong, the cultivation levels present were not low.

Yan Huanan, who was at the top of the list, had already looked over. After seeing that they were two extremely ordinary monks, one large and one small, he couldn't remember which sect these two people belonged to, so he said with a smile:

"This fellow Taoist has a vicious vision. Is he some kind of master of painting?"

Bai Buran ignored his question and said to Tang Xiao:
"Is it too noisy?"

Tang Xiao nodded, but still made up for it:
"There's a funeral going on here, so it's normal to cry!"

Bai Buran nodded, and Tang Xiao raised the short blue cannon barrel and aimed it at Yan Huanan in the main position.

Yan Huanan instinctively opened his defense, but the people in front of him did not react so quickly. The muzzles were not pointed at them, and they did not feel any sense of crisis.

In their eyes, this ordinary little girl raised an ordinary and strange bucket towards Yan Huanan. They didn't understand what she wanted to express, and they didn't know which sect representative brought the descendants. Doesn't look very smart.

"Oh!"

The moment Tang Xiao raised the air cannon, he pulled the trigger. Then the master and the apprentice looked seriously at Yan Huanan on the main seat. At this time, Yan Huanan was the ancestor, but the body belonged to Yan Huanan after all. The master and the apprentice also Not sure if the air cannon will have the desired effect.When everyone heard the sound, they looked at Yan Huanan alertly, but saw that Yan Huanan was only slightly stunned, and then seemed to remember some sad past events, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down.

The master and apprentice seemed to be relieved, and then talked about other things.

"This revenge target should be accurate, right?"

"Maybe? Do you want to try to kill Luo Xinyou too?"

"Ah, this! Isn't it too much? She is Comrade Xiaoyan's Taoist companion."

"Then wait until he finishes crying and then take a look."

"Uh-huh!"

Tang Xiao didn't want to do anything to Luo Xinyou. After all, she thought Luo Xinyou was quite nice and had left a lot of orders in Nanguo City. She was likely to be a long-term big customer in the future.

In the meeting hall of Yanhuanan in Yunhuai Mountain, the elders and representatives of all the forces were confused, but soon, with the sound of "bang bang bang bang bang" in the air, five more big shots fell into the trap. sad.

The scene fell into an eerie silence. Whether these people were good or evil were all betrayed to Tang Xiao by the color of the IDs above their heads. Not a single bullet from her air cannon would be wasted.

But several people at the top started crying, leaving the other people at the starting position not knowing whether to pursue the rudeness of the big one and the small one just now, or to ask the big boss what was going on.

Finally, some sect representatives who didn’t know the cause of Yan Boxheng’s death felt that it might be before starting the incident. Everyone should express their condolences to the old patriarch, otherwise the big bosses would feel bad if they would cause such a disrespectful event in the mourning hall tomorrow.

Then some people started sobbing.

Slowly, everyone entered the moment of competing for their acting skills, and everyone started sobbing.

Soon, bursts of sobbing and howling were heard in the assembly hall. As the six people at the top began to cry more and more passionately, the performances of the people below could only change from conservative and restrained to gradually exaggerated, and they cried one by one. Got to be heartbroken.

Seeing the scene gradually developing in a strange direction, Tang Xiao blinked and said to Bai Buran, who was looking over:
"I only had six rounds."

Seeing this, Bai Buran sighed:

"Leave the rest to them!"

Tang Xiao nodded and saw Bai Buran wave his sleeves and put away all the paintings hanging on the wall.

The scroll he drew was an imitation of other people's pictures of mountains and rivers. It could only simply contain people and objects, but it did not have the effect of cultivating Heyang babies. The main reason was that the drawing was not that good, so he had to take it back and study it.

Everyone else was crying hard. Even if the person who was talking to Tang Xiao saw Bai Buran's behavior, he didn't dare to jump out and say anything. Yan Huanan didn't say anything. These two people must be their distinguished guests. Rather than being a representative of a small sect, he couldn't get into trouble with this.

Bai Buran took away the painting and took Tang Xiao back to the guest room in the main courtyard.

As for the increasingly loud crying coming from the distance, the two of them ignored it.

Although the instigator ignored the shocking cry, the entire Yunhuai Mountain and even the entire Yanshan Star could not ignore the cry.

Luo Xinyou's pretty brows furrowed. There was something obviously wrong with this cry. How could anyone in Yunhuai Mountain dare to start crying like this before the funeral hall was decorated?
The eldest maid Wangchuan immediately sent a message to her young lady.

The cry came from Yan Huanan's other courtyard.

Luo Xinyou's brows furrowed even more tightly, what is this?She was not sure for a moment what move this ancestor was using. No outsiders had come yet, so who was this show for?

In the mourning hall, Yan Yunhuai and Yan Xiaoliu, who were looking at Yan Boxheng's body, both looked in the direction where the crying came from with slight surprise.

The two looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

Just now, when Yan Yunhuai was checking to see if there was any remnant of Yan Boxheng's soul, he received a drop of Yan Boxheng's soul blood that had been condensed to remove the old bloodline, and a message from Yan Boxheng.

Obviously, this is a message specially reserved for Yan Yunhuai. If he doesn't come or really dies, Yan Boxheng may really be gone.

The few resurrection artifacts that Yan Boxheng left in the family had long been destroyed by his ancestors. The value of the resurrection artifacts of peak monks is comparable to that of the galaxy, but not everyone can have extra ones. The ancestor is also very distressed when these resurrection artifacts are destroyed. , Fortunately, two pieces could still change hands, and he refined them for his own use.

The drop of soul blood that Yan Boxheng left to Yan Yunhuai was for him to take to the Ninth Peak of the Qi Sect. The Palm Peak of the Nine Peaks had been saved by Yan Boxheng in the early years, and it was time for him to return the favor. .

Yan Yunhuai can naturally understand why he went to Qi Sect. He must have asked someone to give him a resurrection weapon to save his master.

At this point, he thought of his long resurrection process, and couldn't help but want to go to Luo Xinyou to reason about why he was not willing to spend money to go to the Qi Sect to re-create a resurrection magic weapon for himself, but instead threw him so far away A place that seems to be left to fend for itself, waiting for resurrection?What did the mathematician from Qianji Pavilion tell her?

After carefully collecting the master's soul blood, Yan Xiaoliu continued to arrange the old man's body and remains. After all, the funeral had to be done, and he still had to see what kind of drama his ancestors had left for him.

Knowing that Yan Boxheng still had hope, Yan Xiaoliu stopped wiping away tears and concentrated on cleaning up his remains. However, every time he sutured a wound, he couldn't help but curse the ancestor who took away Yan Huanan's body.

Yan Boxheng didn't really deliver any useful information before his death, and Yan Xiaoliu didn't know who the enemy was. Just when Yan Yunhuai mentioned it, the two of them locked their enemies on the ancestor. One was Tang Xiao. I have reminded you that secondly, no one else has the motive and courage to murder the old master.

Yan Yunhuai looked at the large and small wounds on the old man's body, and anger rose in his heart. With the old man's body, ordinary injuries could be healed in a very short time, but these wounds were obviously cut repeatedly with extremely high rules. The initial The wound may even have been opened hundreds of years ago, and the meridians are full of toxins. Yan Xiaoliu must wear isolated magical gloves when handling it, otherwise he may die suddenly if he is contaminated.

He watched quietly from the side as Yan Xiaoliu tidied up the old man, his fists in his sleeves clenching his bones so hard that they creaked.

It's a pity that his cultivation has not recovered yet, otherwise he would want to beat his ancestor's newly acquired face into slime right now.

Soon, he received a message from Luo Xinyou. His old lover and several sect leaders had arrived. Without disturbing Yan Xiaoliu's work, he silently exited the mourning hall.

At this moment, in the study room of the Young Master's Mansion, there are several stunning beauties sitting, each one of them is different in beauty and each has his or her own merits.

Wangchuan pushed open the study door, and the beautiful eyes of all the beauties looked out the door.