Chapter 498: Wen Qing and his son

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After the laughter fell, Xu Ziyan asked with interest: "Master, how did the master answer the wind?"
"Ha ha ha..." The fire dance laughed very unscrupulously, and laughed a little out of breath and said:
"He thought he was who? I thought that when I became the peak of Baicaofeng, I could sit on the same level as the Master? A monk in the base period dared to threaten a monk in the knot period. This is not because he is the same door of Master, Master. Just slap him to death. That's it, it was also taken out by Master."
"Oh... this... Master... He..." Xu Ziyan didn't know what to say. She didn't think her master was a violent person.
After the separation from the master, Xu Ziyan frowned and walked along the mountain path and frowned and thought:
"It seems that this thousand peaks and Baicao peaks are really completely ruined. This does not blame Master. You are a monk in the base period, even if you are now the peak of Baicao Peak, it is still the level of the base period. Is it really crazy to threaten to threaten a big monk on the eighth floor of the knot?"
However, Xu Ziyan finally sighed: "This is really both bad after the trouble with Baicaofeng. The disciples of Qian Fufeng can't privately ask for the alchemy of Baicao, but Qian Fufeng will not give the grass again. The disciples of Feng’s disciples are privately controlled. As a result, these two peaks have been going down for years. I am afraid that they will decline in strength. Because they can’t always give Qian Fufeng an alchemy, and when they have to settle, they will leave Taixuan to go to the Central Plains. Thousands of peaks will no longer give disciples alchemy.
No. Not able to do this, we must solve this problem. But how can we solve this problem? Let Master go to Fengquan to bow? This is simply impossible. Let a monk on the eighth floor of the knot period bow to a monk who built the foundation period. It would be better to kill him. It is even more impossible for oneself to bow to Fengquan. Xu Ziyan still has no such hobby.

Xu Ziyan used his hands to rub his temples with his hands. Suddenly my heart moved.
"Can I train an alchemy teacher? Don't you know if Qian Shifeng's disciples are willing to refine alchemy? Is it estimated that there is no, willing to refine alchemy, or a disciple with alchemy talent will join Qian Fufeng?"
Xu Ziyan couldn't help but sighed again. He suddenly heard someone calling himself. He turned around and saw that it was in his own side. Lin Biao was walking towards her.
"绯虞师姐!"
Xu Ziyan walked over to Lin Biao and saw Lin Biao's face full of frustration. I whispered:
"Sister Sister, what's wrong with you? Isn't that wind spring bullying you?"
Speaking of this, Xu Ziyan’s eyes are a matter of strength. I heard that Fengquan dared to come to Qian Fufeng to threaten Master. Xu Ziyan never had a good impression on Fengquan. Even in my heart, if the wind spring really bullied Lin Biao, he would kill the grass peak and teach the wind spring.
"No." Lin Biao gently shook his head and said.
"What happened?" Xu Ziyan looked at Xu Ziyan inexplicably.
"I just went to Baofeng Peak." Lin Biao said with a sullen mood.
"Going to the treasure peak?" Xu Ziyan gave a slight glimpse. I reacted and asked softly: "Mo Feng refused?"
"Yeah!" Lin Biao was sitting on a large rock by the road, holding his head down, and his hands were twisting his clothes. "Mo Feng said that the refining of the treasure peak cannot be imparted to Disciples of other peaks."
Xu Ziyan looked at Lin Biao suddenly in the heart, remembered her brother Lin Fei night. Did Lin Fei’s night vow to be an alchemy teacher? I think he should have the qualification of alchemy. If I dig Lin Feiyue to Qian Fufeng, I will train him into an alchemy teacher. So, isn’t Qian Xunfeng not missing the alchemy teacher? It is after I left Taixuan, Qian Xingfeng can continue to develop.
but. How can I dig Lin Feiyue to Qianfengfeng?
Xu Ziyan also sat in the side of Lin Biao. Slightly frowning and thinking about it. Lin Biao on the side saw Xu Ziyan frowning there, and thought that Xu Ziyan was in a hurry for her. In the heart, I was encouraged by Xu Ziyan:
"Ziyan, don't worry. This thing is coming slowly."
Xu Ziyan was awakened from the thoughts of Lin Biao and heard the words of Lin Biao. There are some embarrassments in my heart. Wen Yan gently nodded and said:
"Alright, let's think of it again."
The two men were silent again. Xu Ziyan thought about it and decided to first understand the situation of Lin Feiyue. He then asked:
"Sister Sister, what kind of spiritual root is your brother?"
"It is the root of the fire attribute? What happened?" Lin Biao asked confusedly.
"I remember Lin Shixiong is the second layer of the foundation period to repair it?" Xu Ziyan thought and asked.
"Yes, just broke through soon."
"I don't know if he is a few alchemists now?"
"One product, he used to be an alchemy teacher a long time ago. However, my brother used to practice cultivation and wanted to sigh for his father. But..." When it came to this, Lin Biao’s eyes were red again and sucked. Sucking the nose, this says:
"There is not much progress in repairing, and alchemy is also delayed."
Xu Ziyan determined that Lin Feiyin had the qualification of alchemy, and then made up his mind to dig Lin Feiyue to Qianfengfeng. It is not difficult to think of Lin Feiyin’s status in Baicao Peak today. But now it was not easy for me to raise it immediately. I comforted Lin Biao a few words and chatted a few words. Then she broke up with Lin Biao and flew to Qian Fufeng. These days, because of the sect of the sect, we have to entertain guests from all walks of life, so Xu Ziyan lives in Qianfufeng.
Because of the thoughts, Xu Ziyan did not fly in the air, but took a hand and stepped on the green grass, breathing the aura of the mountain and walking slowly forward.
Just turned a mountain foot and heard the voice of a boy:
"Beautiful sister! Pretty sister!"
Xu Ziyan looked for the sound. I saw a boy running on the blue grass and jumping to himself. Behind him is a middle-aged scribe who looks at himself with a smile.
"Wen Hao!" Xu Ziyan shouted in surprise: "You also come to Xuanzong?"
"Yeah, pretty sister!"
Wen Hao all the way to the front of Xu Ziyan, grabbed Xu Ziyan's hand and said: "I heard that my father is coming to Taixuan, I will let my father take me. I want to see a beautiful sister here. Beautiful sister, Did you think of me?"
Xu Ziyan remembered that he and Wen Hao had ambushed Yan Wei in the scattered fairy city. They were happy to use the other hand to touch Wen Hao’s head and smiled and said:
"Sister, of course, missed you, just to listen to you and call your pretty sister. Also miss you!"
"Then I will shout a few more beautiful sisters! Pretty sister!" Tong Ziwen Hao happily pulled a hand of Xu Ziyan and laughed and jumped.
In fact, Xu Ziyan is also very strange why the boy Wen Hao is so sticky, but seeing the excitement and pure eyes in Wen Hao's eyes, the heart will have a close relationship with Wen Hao. At this time, I saw that the middle-aged monk who followed Wen Hao came to the front, and Xu Ziyan looked up at him.
Wen Hao hurriedly took Xu Ziyan to the middle-aged monk for a few steps, raised his face and looked at the middle-aged monk and said:
"Oh, this is a pretty sister. Do you think she is not like?"
The middle-aged monk carefully examined Xu Ziyan with an excited look in his eyes. Nodded hard. Xu Ziyan did not know what the two fathers and sons were saying, and looked at each other in confusion. The middle-aged monk nodded slightly toward Xu Ziyan:
"I am the father of Haoer, called Wen Qing. Are you?"
"Oh!" Xu Ziyan hurriedly prayed: "I have seen the Wenmeng master. In the next is the true disciple of the Qianfengfeng Liangfeng, Xu Ziyan."
"Beautiful sister! Pretty sister!" Wen Hao shook hands with Xu Ziyan.
"Wen Hao, what?" Xu Ziyan asked softly.
"Where do you live, let Wen Hao and you go to sit there?" Wen Hao looked at Xu Ziyan with his eyes open.
"Haoer, can't be noisy!" Wen Qing lightly snorted. However, Xu Ziyan clearly saw the expectation from his eyes.
Xu Ziyan just hesitated a little, and also wanted to know what the meaning of their father and son just said, and said softly:
"The owner of Wenmeng, if you have nothing else, Ziyan invites you and Wenhao to take a small seat for me."
"Good! Good! I have time!" Wen Qing immediately uttered his voice, and immediately felt embarrassed, his face slightly red.
Xu Ziyan’s heart moved, sure that the father and son had any secrets, and they led the way to their residence. When I came to my place of residence, I asked Wen Qing and Wen Hao and his son to sit down. He also made a cup of tea for Wen Qing. This is sitting opposite Wen Qing.
Wen Qing looked at the opposite Xu Ziyan. The eyes gradually became wet, as if their dead daughter was sitting in front of themselves.
"The literary master?" Xu Ziyan sighed.

Well?
Wen Qing woke up from the memory and smiled apologetically:
Ziyan, sorry. The old man is out of order.

"Nothing." Xu Ziyan said softly, but his heart was more curious.
"Beautiful sister. Do you know why I am sad?" Wen Hao said softly.

Why?
Xu Ziyan asked softly.
"Because you are like my sister." Speaking of here, Wen Hao's eyes shed tears.
"Oh?" Xu Ziyan's eyes looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing sighed and said slowly: "Ziyan, I have a daughter, I love her very lowly. You look very much like her, just a few years ago..."
Wen Qing slowly and sorrowfully sighed about her daughter's affairs, so that Zi Zifang understood why the boy Wen Hao first saw himself, he was very sticky, and there was such a reason. Looking at Wen Qing, still in grief, said softly:
"The literary lord, you are sad! The reason for Miss Wen’s death is to find out?"

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