Chapter 75 Leave

"Song'er, I'm going to send someone to find you!" When Yan Song came to the main room of Yan's mansion, Yan Feng was reading a pile of account books and business plans. Seeing Yan Song coming to the door, he hurriedly called him to come in and sit down, but as soon as his eyes fell on the paper plan that had not yet been finished reading, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Yan Song, "What's the matter? How could it be like this?" With that, he hurriedly ordered his servants to bring a towel.

Yan Song's state is much better at this time, and his mind is also clear-headed. He took the towel and wiped it. Seeing that Yan Feng wanted to ask his servants to get the clothes, he hurriedly stopped him, "No need, uncle. I'll go back to Jianzhai to change it later. I came to you to say goodbye to you. I'm going to leave for the imperial capital immediately?

"Well, I'm also going to let you go quickly," Yan Feng packed up the account books on the table and looked up to Yan Song, "It's not too late to leave tomorrow. Why do you want to leave tonight?" Seeing that Yan Song nodded, he was inconvenient to ask more and said, "by the way, I went to the underground ancestral tomb with the elders of the family just now. We discussed it. Although we didn't find anything, everyone speculated that the purple dragon beard you used is likely to be the real dragon beard!"

Yan Song was stunned when he heard the words, hurriedly brushed his sleeves, put Jiulong's beard on the table, and wondered, "Are you saying that this purple dragon beard is part of the broken dragon soul?"

Yan Feng nodded: "When we talked about this matter, the head of the family deliberately read the records of five or six swordsmiths from the family in the last 300 years. He found that the weapons of these swordsmiths had flying swords and darts, but no one chose the purple dragon beard. For this reason, the elder of Chuangong also went to the Xuanwu Pavilion to check the Xuanbing spectrum. He found that these nine purple dragon beards had already existed in the Xuanwu Pavilion, but no one had taken them away.

Scratching his head, Yan Song asked doubtfully, "Grandfather, why didn't Grandpa choose these nine purple dragon beards when he chose Xuanbing?"

"I also thought that I may have different personal hobbies and choose to use my favorite Xuanbing," Yan Feng understood Yan Song's meaning, so he said, "However, the head of household also checked your grandfather's martial arts practice notes when he was young, and the martial arts notes of other forefather swordsmiths, and found that many of them were originally They wanted to choose the purple dragon beard, but they couldn't move a half of the purple dragon beard! If it hadn't been consulted purposefully, no one would have compared the records of our ancestors on the purple dragon beard. Even one of our ancestors' swordsmiths just thought that he was not capable of controlling the purple dragon beard. He didn't expect that no one could control it, let alone consider it on the real dragon beard.

Yan Song took a towel and wiped his hair while meditating: "So, no one can touch this purple dragon beard, but no one realizes it and thinks that it is not enough for their own cultivation. However, when I let the purple dragon know the master, I spent a lot of energy and gave it several pounds of blood!"

"That's right! Generally, Xuanbing knows the Lord, will he be so crazy to eat blood? Think about it," Yan Feng said, "Sima Feng, big man and other Xuanshi were not only penetrated by the Purple Dragon in seconds, and even Xiao Wensheng, who was about to reach the level of Xuanzong, were still pierced by it. Generally, although Xuanbing can leap the level of the battle, they can have such an unstoppable momentum. Is it rare?"

Yan Song nodded, with an excited look on his face: "Then I have to leave as soon as possible. I must go to the heavenly cave that Taiyue said. I have to find the behind the imperial capital army that killed my grandfather. These broken dragon souls are important to improve my ability, right The whole family is more important!" When Yan Song said this, his face suddenly changed. He looked at Yan Feng and said, "Uncle, do you think we have destroyed the Wuya Sword faction this time? Will the imperial army that joined hands with them come to revenge?"

"Don't worry, the family will be handed over to the uncle!" Yan Feng patted Yan Song on the shoulder, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Yan Song, "This is a letter to the owner of Jianzhuang in the imperial capital. You stay with me. When you get there, if you encounter difficulties, give him this letter!"

Yan Song went out and didn't want to rely too much on others, but he didn't want to live up to his uncle's kindness, so he had to receive the letter. The two simply said a few words of parting, and then Yan Song left here and went to the financial elders to get enough money before returning to Jianzhai. At this time, Yan Jia and others were not in the room and thought they would go out together again. Yan Song came to his room, first changed his clean clothes, then packed up his clothes, put the love sword and the weapons that made it easy to use into the ring, found some food to fill his stomach, and finally packed some food into the ring.

Everything was ready. Seeing that Yan Jia had not come back, Yan Song wanted to leave her a message, but when he thought of the excessive words she had just said, he finally put back the pen he picked up and finally closed the door and walked out of Jianzhai. But immediately, he retreated, went up the stairs a few steps, grabbed the dozed letter eagle, and whispered, "I almost forgot you!" With that, with a gentle brush, he put the Xintianying into the ring, and then left Jianzhai at ease.

He first went to the stable to lead a green horse. On the way, he met several descendants of the Yan family. After a simple greeting, he got on the horse and waved his whip to the door of Yan's house. At this time, the moon came out of the east mountain, and the stars were faint. It was time for dinner. The streets of Ye Nancheng were brightly lit like a long dragon. Yan Song rode on the horse, feeling the evening breeze blowing his face, and his mood gradually calmed down. Considering that he would go to his hometown this time and travel alone, he looked around the people on the street reluctantly. Unconsciously appeared in his mind again the picture of running all over the city in the afternoon, and his heart was sad.

"I hope she is safe." Yan Song held his hands on his chest and made a prayer. Then he pulled the reins and hit the horse's abdomen with his feet. The green horse hissed and rose up to the north of the city.

At the corner of a street, four boys and girls gathered together from several alleys. One of the green-shirted girls asked, "How about Yan Liyan, have you two found it?"

"No," Yan Yan was also so tired that her face turned pink and asked them, "Brother Jia and Brother Ke, how about you, haven't you found it?"

Yan Li put her hands on her knees and gasped twice. Seeing that Yan Jiake could not be found, she sighed, "It's not a way to find it like this on the street. Maybe this little girl is already eating delicious food in another owner's house at this moment."

"I hope so. If we can't find it, we can't find it. Each of us has a position, and we can't run on the street for a little girl!" Yan Jia was a little disappointed and unconsciously lowered her head.

At this moment, a sound of horseshoe came from behind several people. In a blink of an eye, he passed through the crowd and ran forward. Yan Ke inadvertently took a look, suddenly tightened his eyes and pointed to the front and said, "Look, that man, that man seems to be Yan Song!"

"Brother Yan Song?" Yan Yan hurriedly looked at the rider, "Really, where is he going at this time?"

"Isn't it going to find Xiaowei again?" Yan Li's mouth was faster than his brain. After saying that, he quickly stopped and looked at Yan Jia carefully.

Yan Jia stared at him and then stamped her feet: "Let's go. Let's go back. If you dig three feet of the ground, you can also dig out the little girl!"

Yan Ke and others were speechless. They looked at each other and walked to Yan's house together. As soon as the four of them arrived at the gate of Jianzhai, they suddenly stopped and stood still in a daze, looking at the figure at the door with complex expressions. It was the maidservant Xiaowei. At this moment, because Jianzhai's door was locked, she was anxiously lowering her head and waiting at the door. Looking at her hair and clothes close to her body, she must have been drenched by the rain.

Or Yan was sharp and the first to say, "Xiao Wei?"

When Xiaowei heard the words, she suddenly looked up and looked surprised, but immediately found that it was not Yan Song who was calling her on the opposite side, but Yan Li. At that moment, her body trembled, she quickly stood aside and lowered her head again.

Yan Jiake looked at the change of the expression on Xiaowei's face. Her expression did not have the excitement of "shrinkly look back, but the man is in the dim light". Instead, she walked impatiently to Xiaowei, looked up and down at her, and then said lukewarmly, "You have been wronged. I'm not unreasonable. Do you know that a group of us are looking for you so hard?

"I'm worried about the young master." Xiaowei unconsciously stepped back half a step and said tremblingly.

Yan Jia looked at Xiaowei's appearance and turned her head to say to the others: "Look at her. I just asked a word, and she was so scared. I... I'd better step back. You can ask." She really had no choice but to take the slaves in front of her, so she had to retreat.

"Cough..." Yan Li looked at several people beside him, stepped forward and asked Xiaowei, "Why did you come here?" Seeing that Xiaowei bowed her head and stopped talking, Yan Li said, "You can do it. We know that we have wronged you. We just went to find you all over the street, and we just came back."

Xiaowei looked up at Yan Li and had to say, "The maidservant was caught in the rain and went into a small restaurant to help people with chores. After listening to the shopkeeper's chat, she said that there was a teenager on the street who shouted my name everywhere like crazy. I asked him and knew it was Young Master Yan Song. At first, I didn't believe it. The shopkeeper said that everyone on the street knew it, so I asked several other people on the street. After being confirmed, I was afraid that the young master would have something urgent, so I hurried back to Jianzhai. I didn't want the door of Jianzhai to be locked, so I waited for a while.

Listening to Xiaowei's narration, Yan Jia couldn't calm down, but she didn't want to show it, so she took out the key from her sleeve and opened the door while saying, "Yan Song is out to find you again. Come in and wait for him."

As soon as she walked to the door, the light in Jianzhai suddenly lit up. Then, a figure moved to the door, which scared Yan Jia straight back. Seeing the man open the door, she was relieved: "Father, you scared me to death!" Then, he wondered, "Why did you come to Jianzhai?"

"Let me see if Songer is ready. Didn't you think this boy would walk so fast?" Come on, everyone come in and talk.

When Yan Liyan and Yanyan heard the words, they were stunned first: "Let's go?" Yan Jia was even more strange, and her face immediately changed color: "What do you mean, father? Where did Yan Song go?"

Yan Feng asked them all to enter the room and saw that some of them were sweaty and wet all over. They hurriedly gave them hand towels and poured water. There was no majesty of the patriarch at all. When he put the tea bowl in Xiaowei's hand, Xiaowei hurriedly stood up and was so scared that she dared not take it. Yan Feng asked her to sit down, and then said

Wangling——

"He went to the imperial capital? That man was really him just now!"

Yan Jia suddenly stood up, and her surprise was lost in the sound of the teacup that Xiaowei failed to break again. Without waiting for Yan Feng to say anything, she hurried to the second floor. Everyone only heard a churning sound, and then saw the girl appear on the stairs: "He didn't leave me a message." With that, he walked down the stairs unreservedly.

Yan Keyan was stunned there. Yan Yan's little face turned pale, and her teeth bit her lips gently, while Xiaowei was even more so. She lowered her head and hurriedly picked up the broken cup, but in a hurry, she cut her little hand and blood flowed.