Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

In just three days' journey, they seemed to have experienced a huge change from poverty to prosperity.

Once they entered Jiangnanli, they were even more dazzled.

It is said that Kyoto is rich and charming, but Jiangnan is also breathtakingly beautiful.

When the young man wearing a hat heard various hawking, he raised his eyes slightly, and a pair of calm and clean eyes flashed with nostalgia for a moment.

"Master, our inn is just ahead. It's been a tiring journey, so we need to rest for two days before continuing on our journey."

The attendant's words interrupted his thoughts.

"You go first, I'm going to meet an old friend."

When the attendant first heard about his old friend, he was confused for a moment and wanted to ask more questions. Another maid shook her head at him and asked him to stop talking.

When the master wants to do something, he will always let the secret guard in the dark follow him.

Youze took a boat to the arch bridge in front and went down. He turned a few turns and walked through several small alleys. Before the last dead end, he saw a slightly shabby little door.

There are still roses with thick wrists growing in front of the door, but the flowering season has passed, and now only the dense leaves are left, green, and the branches are tangled, making them look messy and depressed.

Youze knocked on the door, waited, and then knocked again.

After going back and forth six times, an impatient voice finally spoke up.

"Who is asking for debt again? I even said I have no money! Do you believe it or not..."

The cursing old man opened the door fiercely. When he saw Youze's smiling face, his eyes lit up and he hugged him in surprise.

"Hey, little grandson, are you still willing to see grandpa?"

Youze scratched his messed up hair in embarrassment, "Grandpa, I've grown up, don't keep ruining my hairstyle. I won't see my subordinates for a while."

The old man snorted coldly, rolled his eyes angrily, and simply sat on the rocking chair, swinging around with his fan flashing.

"You've been writing letters for the past two years. If you take the initiative this time, it's bound to be no good. Tell me, in case grandpa can help you." Youze smiled, sat next to him, and peeled peanuts for him, "Grandpa , I have some official business when I come back this time, so I just happened to come see you."

"I believed your ghost." The old man obviously didn't believe it. He was a little tired by now, stretched and lowered his voice to remind, "The city is not peaceful these days, so don't go out at night to avoid getting into trouble. I have to be implicated too.”

Youze laughed, left the money ticket, and left. He really only planned to come back for a visit.

After the old man and others left, his brows were still filled with peace, "I asked you to follow Wen Rong in the first place, was it right or wrong..."

When Youze came out, he was just looking at the beautiful totems on the side of the road just like when he came here.

If he hadn't had to recuperate here in the first place, he would have been more willing to follow the teacher and settle his grudges.

He could never forget the look of his teacher's sword.

"master."

Youze stayed alone outside for too long, but the attendants quickly came to find him.

As soon as they arrived at the inn, before they had even packed up, the assassins came after them.

Whose person is not good, but the person who wants to kill Youze will be very ruthless.

Every move he tried was aimed at killing him, without any mercy.

If Youze falls into their hands, he will die!

"I didn't expect that the news would come so quickly. As soon as I put it, assassins would come to visit."

Youze was muttering something alone, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid someone in the palace wants to stop us from coming to find out the truth..."

It’s just that he really wanted to, he found out (end of chapter)