Chapter 55 Attack

At the end, Yan Jia suddenly turned her face and stared at Yan Song without blinking. Her eyes were full of emotion. She accelerated Yan Song's heart. Her brain was short of oxygen. The teenager had not answered yet. The door at the stairs suddenly opened. Xiaowei came to Yan Jia with a vinegar plate in her hands and walked unnaturally, put down the vinegar dish, and then sat down. Go back to your seat.

Yan Song looked at Yan Jia, and then turned his head to look at Xiaowei. Seeing that she had picked up the dishes and put them in her bowl, then lowered her head, put her chopsticks on her mouth, and chewed them in a small mouthful. Seeing her trance, Yan Song knew that she should have heard Yan Jia's words just now.

When Yan Jia saw Yan Song's appearance, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, straightened her body, took a deep breath, and said to Xiaowei, "Xiao Wei, I have something to discuss with Yan Song, can you--"

Xiaowei immediately stood up when she heard the words, then nodded to Yan Jia, picked up her job, and wanted to retreat. Seeing this, Yan Song felt embarrassed. He hurriedly picked up a dish and hurriedly put it in the bowl for her. Finally, he smiled and looked a little uncomfortable. When Xiaowei went downstairs, Yan Song turned his head and said to Yan Jia, "Sister Jia, what can't you say after dinner? Isn't it too much to let people go down like this?"

The Yan family looked at Yan Song blankly, and then stood up: "Okay, then I'll go."

"Eh?" Yan Song grabbed Yan Jia, asked her to sit down, and then lowered her voice and said eagerly, "Sister Jia, are you all right today? Why do you feel nervous and strange?"

"What's wrong with me?" Yan Jia's eyes turned slightly red, and then she couldn't take her eyes off Yan Song. Then she picked up the plate of vinegar on the table, shook it in front of Yan Song, and then drank it all. In the mouth of the vinegar, she swallowed all of a sudden, and her little face was sore that two dimples appeared, and tears were almost squeezed out in her eyes.

Yan Song saw this and blinked his eyes. Without saying anything, Yan Jia directly pulled Yan Song out of the door, went down the stairs, went to the backyard of Jianzhai, and then called Xiaowei to her side loudly. Xiaowei seemed to have guessed what Yan Jia was going to say. She stood there carefully and asked in a low voice, "Miss, if you have any instructions, Xiaowei will definitely obey."

Yan Jia looked at Xiaowei with approval, and her expression was much more sunny. She smiled and said very sincerely, "Xiaowei, I'm going to move back to Jianzhai. As you know, I have been used to floating outside since I was a child, and I can take care of some daily trifles by myself, including my food, clothing, housing and transportation in Jianzhai and Yan Song..."

She lengthen her voice and wanted to choose some suitable words, but Xiaowei on the opposite side thought that the other party was hinting something, so she quickly raised her head slightly and whispered, "Xiaowei understood what Miss means. Xiaowei is going to pack her clothes and immediately go to the household department to report, and the family will arrange a new master."

Yan Jia's smiling expression was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the maidservant in front of her was such a knowledgeable girl. At present, she didn't say much and hurriedly nodded. To be honest, she had no hostility to Xiaowei.

However, Yan Song next to him felt a little sorry for his maidservant and hurriedly said, "Xiaowei, after you pack up your things, I will go to the old place of the Minister of Household and ask him to arrange a smooth position for you." Xiaowei seemed to have no choice. Only the master's order obeyed and hurriedly nodded and answered.

When Yan Jia heard this, she turned her eyes and said, "Well, Xiaowei, you can clean up and go to Sima's house. My position there has been changed by my father, and Yan Li will be responsible for it in the future. To be honest, Yan Li is a temperamental person and has a good temper. You go first. Clean it up there, and he should be able to move there at night.

Xiao Wei looked up, looked at Yan Song, then looked at Yan Jia, and finally nodded to the two: "Yes." With that, he hurried into the sword house.

Not long after, she packed up and saluted and walked out of Jianzhai. It is said to be a salute. In fact, the maid's salute is just a few clothes, which can be packed with a burden. She put the burden on her shoulder, and several patches were very conspicuously exposed to Yan Jia's eyes. She came to the two to say goodbye. Yan Song took out an orange crystal card from her clothes and handed it to Xiaowei, "Xiaowei, there are 5,000 silver coins in it. Take them and honor your parents."

Xiaowei quickly took a step back and refused to accept the money handed over by Yan Song: "The young master can't use it. There is too much money. Xiaowei can't earn it for half her life. Besides, Xiaowei is an orphan. She doesn't know who her parents are since she was a child. I can't take this money."

When Yan Song and Yanjia heard the words, their bodies trembled, looked at each other, and then looked at Xiaowei again. Yan Song handed over the orange crystal card again: "Then take it. You take care of me Yan Song. You have performed very well during this period. You deserve it."

"Xiaowei's monthly wages are enough for her own expenses, er--" Xiaowei still wanted to refuse, but Yan Song took the lead and stuffed the orange crystal card into her hand. She had to hold it in her hand, looked up at them again, then bowed deeply and turned around and walked out of the door.

Xiaowei was dressed in a clean coarse cloth, tied with a ponytail, and gradually faded away with a patched burden on her back. Before leaving, there was no complaint or a word of begging, which made Yan Song's heart tightened.

"What's the matter? Do you regret it?" Yan Jia looked at Yan Song, who was still standing staring at the distance, and pouted and said, but at this time, her expression was much better than just now, as if all the burden had been removed, and she said very easily, "If you regret it, you can still get her back!"

"Let's go. When you come, do your duty and make a delicious meal first. I basically didn't eat much just now!" Yan Song said and walked into the house.

Yan Jia: "..."

......

The two finally chatted and laughed together. Yan Song's long-lost happy mood suddenly came back. Although they had only seen each other for half a month, they were like old friends who had been separated for many years. One afternoon, they just drank tea and sat in the room chatting. , as I said... Even if I stay quietly without talking, I feel very comfortable.

But Yan Jia vaguely felt that Yan Song was occasionally a little absent-minded, as if absent-minded, but immediately returned to normal. When the two talked about Xuanxiu, Yan Jia asked Yan Song, "These days, you are not good at Xuanxiu, can't concentrate, and you almost went crazy. What's going on? Isn't it... that I didn't eat the food I cooked? Or--

"Bottleneck." Yan Song pretended to be serious and said, "You are eightfold. You can't understand that when your cultivation reaches my level, there are often bottlenecks when you cultivate. As for why, I think you should be jealous of the talent..."

"Come on!" Yan Jia held her little fist and waved at Yan Song. Then she turned her head and looked out of the window. Seeing that it was dusk, she said, "It's getting late. What do you want to eat tonight? I'm going to cook?"

"Let me think about it..." Yan Song held his chin in his hand and made a look of thinking. At this moment, there was a sudden rapid knock on the door downstairs. Yan Song's spirit immediately spread, and then looked at Yan Jia and said, "The elder's men."

As he spoke, he came downstairs with Yan Jia and opened the door. Before he could speak, the servant said breathlessly, "Master Yan and Master Yan are not good. The people of Wuya, the Yajian Sect and the Sima family have been killed and returned!"

Yan Song's expression was Lin: "Where is it?"

"In the Sima compound, he and they set fire to the Sima compound and killed people when they saw them. I, I, just escaped from there! The patriarchs and elders have passed--"

Before the servant finished his words, Yan Song and Yan Jia pushed him away, rushed out of Jianzhai and went straight to Sima's house. The two walked through the streets and walked like arrows. Yan Jia quickly couldn't keep up with Yan Song and shouted, "You're fast. Go first, and I'll keep up later!"

Hearing this, Yan Song nodded, took a step under his feet, and his body rose directly into the air. At this time, he did not even turn and identified the direction of the Sima family. He directly lit the stone wall of the building and the pavilion wooden house, and rushed forward like flying eaves and walls. After half an hour, he finally came to the gate of the Sima family.

At this time, there was already a thick fire in the courtyard. The Yan family and the Wuya Sword School had become one. Yan Song rushed forward and waved the love sword and killed them wantonly. Liu Yunzhan and Tianxuan seven styles were fought one after another. Where he passed, five or six young people of the Wuya Sword School immediately fell down. At this moment, he doesn't care whether these people are Qingyi disciples of the outer door or purple disciples of the inner door. The sword finger is undirectional, and they are all killed.

Soon, he passed through the 50 or 60 people of the Wuya Sword School and rushed further inside. In front of him were the people of the Sima family! Seeing this, Yan Song didn't say anything. He waved his sleeves, and the nine purple dragon whiskers emitted like electric light. In a blink of an eye, he pierced the head of the person in front of him. He ignored the anger of the other party and continued to wave his sleeves. The purple dragon was uncertain, flying casually and sharp. Soon, five or six more people fell down.

In a short time, he rushed out of the fight on the side of the Sima family and rushed inside, leaving the two relatively concentrated battlefields. In addition, the fight was very scattered. Yan Song's eyes did not blink. He killed all the way and saw Yan Feng, the elders of Gong, and Yan Li, Yan Yan Yan Yan and other descendants. I saw Yan Yi who was also fighting! He didn't look more. At this moment, he just wanted to find a person. This person has no freedom. Here, it's all up to the master. She has no choice. Because of her own idea, she came to Sima Courtyard alone. She has no power to bind chickens, but she dares to go to this crazy slaughter!

He looked around and rushed through a pile of killing crowds. His eyes were comparable to hatred, which turned out to be a kind of guilt. Although it was small, it was very heavy. He turned around a building and suddenly saw a member of the Sima family wave a broad knife in his hand and cut a girl in cloth to the ground. The girl turned her back to herself and wore a ponytail.

Yan Song was furious, and his feet suddenly flew out of the purple dragon's beard in his sleeve. The Sima family reacted. As soon as he turned around, his chest was pierced by the purple dragon's beard. At the same time, an emerald sword also passed through his throat. Yan Song turned into a white shadow and flashed behind the man like the wind, holding the flying love sword. No matter how the man fell to the ground, he rushed to the girl lying on the ground.

He hurriedly picked up the girl and straightened her face. Yan Song's blood-stained face suddenly exhaled, and his expression was relieved. He hurriedly put down the dead body, looked around and looked in other directions.

Turning around a building again, Yan Song came to the main room in the north of Sima Mansion. He suddenly realized that Xiaowei came to serve her master, and Yan Jia, as the patriarch's daughter, her living place was probably in the most luxurious place!

His thoughts were like electricity, and whether it was illogical or not, Yan Song rushed to the main room. Soon, he heard the sound of sword fighting inside, and the tables and chairs fell down, so he didn't say anything, and his spirit spread directly. The next moment, he felt Xiaowei, so an arrow rushed towards the window next to the main door, the same At that time, the nine purple dragons in the sleeves must be fired through the window, chirped several times, and then shot blindly.

PS: To make a digression, I recently heard a scientist say that if you don't eat before nine o'clock in the morning, the large intestine will digest the stool... I don't know if it's true or not. I'm going to say it, and you listen to it...