Chapter 8 People from the Divine Marquis's Mansion

"What are you talking about? Xianghan fainted?" At this time, in the hall of the city's mansion, Hengjiang City is a regular meeting held every half month. On this day, the civil and military officials in the city will gather to discuss the problems encountered in the city's recovery and put forward their own ideas and suggestions.

At this time, a bodyguard hurried in, came to Yang Xing, the city lord, and whispered a few words. However, Yang Xing still couldn't suppress the shock in his heart after hearing the words and asked loudly.

Yang Xing's cultivation has reached the state of knowledge. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was loud and amazing, and he immediately suppressed all the voices that were still noisy and arguing because of certain problems. But after hearing the content of Yang Xing's words clearly, they were even more shocked.

Xianghan's identity has long been spread among the officials. No one expected that Yang Xing seemed ordinary, but the gods still had the power of practitioners. Who is the trueist? That is the existence that any small character can make huge waves in the world.

And Xianghan bluntly revealed that she was not only a true disciple, but also an inner disciple who got the true biography.

So after knowing the news, all the officials were shocked. Some officials who had openly challenged Yang Xing pleaded overnight and handed over their military power, saying that they would be allowed to be dispatched by Yang Xing.

Today, hundreds of officials gathered in the hall to discuss major events in the city have not been seen for several years. Yang Xing rarely smiled today and sat high on the throne of the city lord. Looking at the officials expressing their opinions, he was very happy. He didn't expect that the next moment, the bodyguard sent a message that made him have to ask a question loudly: "Xiang Han fainted? The practitioners fainted!"

"Yes!" The bodyguard quickly knelt down and reported loudly: "Miss Xianghan fainted and was sent back by a man. The best military doctors in the house have gathered, and this time is treating Miss Xianghan!"

"Quick take me!" Yang Xing stood up, and the friction of the golden armor on his body suddenly made a loud noise. He immediately followed the informed bodyguard out. When his figure completely disappeared from the sight of the officials, the whole hall was in an uproar, and everyone's faces showed a panic. They didn't know what to do!

The practitioners are like immortals in their eyes, but now the immortals have fainted, which simply makes them terrified. Is it some powerful demons coming into the city? For a moment, a depressing breath permeated, and the sound in the whole hall was like a chirping duck suddenly choked, and once again fell into a strange silence.

Yang Huang sat on a teacher's chair at the entrance of the fragrant cold boudoir and casually looked at the decorations in the fragrant cold room. Although Xianghan is in the burning cave, it will take almost a few years to come back. However, the city owner's mansion specially set aside a special room for her, and the decorations in the room are naturally completely designed according to Xianghan's favorite style.

People say that the layout of a person's room can best show a person's preference. Soldiers like to put armored swords in their rooms and integrate themselves into the atmosphere of killing all the time, while literati like to put calligraphy and painting books in the room to cultivate their own mood.

And the decoration of Xianghan's room made Yang Huang couldn't help showing a strange expression. The huge room was hundreds of square meters, and it was empty. It's just that there is a vine futon and a low table in the middle of the room. There is a teapot and two tea bowls on the table, one of which is lifted and the other is buttoned. It doesn't seem to have been used at all.

Other than that, there is nothing else. Even the master chair Yang Huang is sitting on and the bedding that Xiang Han is lying on are just brought by the servant!

"Who are you and why are you here!" While Yang Huang was looking around, a rough voice had sounded. Yang Huang turned his head and saw that there was indeed a burly man in golden armor. Although the big man's voice is rough, his face is clean and refreshing, and even the golden armor on his body is spotless.

And behind him, it was Yang De who followed Xiang Han that day!

When Yang Huang swept to Yang De, Yang De was also looking at him. Seeing a trace of doubt in Yang De's eyes, he seemed to faintly see who he was, but he didn't dare to recognize him. Yang Huang stood up and arched his hand to the big man and Yang De: "You must be Lord Yang Xing, the owner of Hengjiang City. Naturally, you don't know who I am. But Mr. Ling's son Yang De and I have had an intersection!" Yang Huang looked at Yang De and said, "Mr. Yang De will not forget what happened under the dead tree a few days ago!"

"Is that you?" Yang De jumped uncontrollably as soon as he heard it: "Sure enough, it's you. Are you the beggar that day?"

"It's right!" Yang Huang arched his hand to Yang Xing and Yang De: "I have now become Miss Xianghan's servant as promised, and I'm barely half a cultivator!"

"Are you also a true person?" Yang Xing glanced at Yang Huang curiously: "But let's not talk about this. You said you are Xianghan's servant. So what's wrong with my Xianghan niece now? Has she been attacked by others?" Yang Xing waved his hand, and he was not interested in Yang Huang's identity at all.

Hearing Yang Xing's question, Yang Huang really didn't know how to answer for a moment. He couldn't tell Yang Xing that Xiang Han was stunned by himself. I'm afraid that before Xianghan wakes up, there will be countless troubles to find yourself. When Yang Huang was in danger, he only heard Xianghan's voice sounded: "Don't worry, uncle. I have something wrong with my practice. There is nothing serious now!" With that, Xianghan waved his hand and said to the servants and doctors around him, "You go down!"

"It's Miss!" The doctors were already anxious. If Xianghan didn't wake up, I'm afraid they would die of anxiety first. According to their investigation, the fragrance was full of blood and fainting. However, they even knew that if they told the news to Yang Xing, they would be knocked unconscious. I'm afraid no one will believe that a true believer was not injured, but just knocked unconscious.

Not to mention practitioners, even Yang Xing, who is knowledgeable, can't fall into a coma if he doesn't lose too much blood or is seriously injured. Their physical strength is not what ordinary people can imagine at all.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yang Xing now regards Xianghan as the backbone, who pays more attention to him than his own son. Without his son, he can still be reborn. Without Xianghan, his position as the city lord will collapse in an instant. At that time, no matter how many sons will be assassinated.

Xiang Han also seemed to have a strong affection for his uncle, and immediately moved his hands and feet: "It's true that it's okay, but we're leaving tomorrow. The goods we need among the master..."

"Don't worry, niece, it has been prepared for you. There are many, and I have prepared several thousand-year-old yellow ginsengs. You can take them back to honor your master in private. Although the practitioners are powerful, they are also human beings. Since you are a human, you should have a good relationship so that he won't hide selfishness when he teaches you. Listening to Yang Xing's tone, he seems to know a lot about practitioners.

"Thank you very much, uncle!" Xiang Han nodded and did not refuse, but his eyes had inadvertently glanced at Yang Huang standing at the door.

Yang Xing has long been an old man. Seeing the turn of Xiang Han's eyes, he knew that Xiang Han and Yang Huang had something to say. He immediately said, "The officials in the hall are still waiting for me, so I won't stay any longer. Have a good rest and feel free to ask if you have any requirements!" After saying that, he left here with Yang Defeng. Yang De didn't seem to want to leave, but as soon as he saw his father's face, he immediately shrank his neck and left with an unhappy face! The day before yesterday, he was still a beggar, but today he turned into a man envied by everyone. This change made Yang De extremely depressed.

"You, very good!" Xianghan looked up and down at Yang Huang: "I didn't expect you to come back to life. It's really beyond my expectation!"

"It's just luck!" Yang Huang smiled and touched his nose: "But this time it's really dangerous. At that time, my Dantian had been blown up and the meridians were broken. Unexpectedly, I was saved by a yellow light at the critical moment. I just don't know Miss Xianghan. Do you know what the yellow light is?" Xianghan also saw the appearance of the yellow light with his own eyes, and was stunned by the yellow light, so Yang Huang had no need to hide it at all. What's more, this yellow light was a blessing or a curse, and Yang Huang must also have a decision.

This time, Xianghan shook her head with a slightly solemn face. Lianbu gently moved to the futon in the middle of the room and sat down and poured herself a bowl of tea: "Although I don't know what the yellow light is, I can also feel the horrible will contained in the yellow light. This may have something to do with your lost memory, but now that you know, I know. Don't spread rumors. You should know that every man is innocent and guilty. The thing that your body can shine strangely must be because you have some secrets inside. This secret may bring you infinite wealth and will naturally kill you!"

Seeing Xianghan's solemn look, Yang Huang was stunned first, and then nodded heavily: "Miss Xianghan said, but Miss Xianghan is my guide. Everything about me is given by you. If what I contain in my body is really some treasure, half of it is naturally Miss Xianghan's!" Yang Huang's tone was sincere and could not see any affectation, so that people didn't have to doubt the authenticity of his words at all!

Hearing this, Xianghan shook his head and smiled: "Just take what you need. This plan has been in my heart for a long time, and your appearance is just a coincide. Without you, there will be others standing in this position, so you don't have to thank me too much!" After saying that, Xiang Han said, "I don't want your treasure either. I just hope that if we have a conflict in the future, you can let me do it once!"

"Naturally there is no problem!" Yang Huang was slightly stunned and immediately agreed. Everything he has now is thanks to Xianghan, not to mention whether he will stand in the opposite position with Xianghan in the future. Even if he really stands in the opposite position, it is really not a big deal for Xianghan once.

Seeing Xianghan's rare talk, Yang Huang naturally wanted to seize this opportunity to ask all the doubts in his heart. Unfortunately, before he could ask further, he only heard a loud bang. The door that Yang Xing had just left and was closed by the way suddenly cracked in half, and then the two figures had fallen in.

One of them was Yang Xing in gold armor. At this time, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and there were several shocking palm prints on the gold armor. At first glance, someone patted it with his bare palm and patted the golden armor. And lying on the other side is naturally Yang De. At this time, he has long been unconscious and his life and death are unknown.

"Haha, there is indeed a trueist, and he has stepped into the virtual world, okay, very good!" Before Yang Huang asked, a burst of laughter had spread. The next moment, three figures had slowly walked to the door, two men and one woman. It was the beautiful man standing in the middle, wearing a wide light blue Taoist robe, and a light blue soul mark on his forehead slowly flashed, showing his identity as a practitioner.