Chapter 110 Sad Investment

Yan Song did not go back to the dormitory and ran to the residence of the ruffian dean in the starry night. His current situation can't help him hesitate, let alone delay the time, not to mention that this quiet night is suitable for a deep meeting.

The residence of the dean of the ruffian is well known in the college that he is not only different from the residence of the nine elders, but also that he is an alternative compared with the residence of all human beings. At night, Yan Song turned left and right along the wide Yong Road and walked towards the center of the sword courtyard. After walking for a while, he felt that there were fewer and fewer buildings on both sides. Going forward, there was only a small round bamboo forest in front of him.

This small bamboo forest is surrounded by a circular road, and there are few buildings outside, which looks very quiet and elegant. But what is more pleasing is the color of the bamboo forest. It is not cyan green, but snow-white. I heard from my classmates that these bamboos are snow bamboos specially found by the ruffian dean from the extremely cold places in the north. The bamboo leaves are as white as snow over the years, growing at any time and falling in the wind. Many students are willing to come here to watch the beautiful scenery of snow bamboo and leaves at the risk of being beaten by the ruffian dean. Because they grow at any time, they can watch it all year round, which is also a wonder of the world.

Yan Song stood outside the snow bamboo forest and looked at the night breeze, and thousands of snow bamboo leaves flying with the wind. It had a unique charm, but he couldn't accept it. Such a beautiful scenery actually came from the hands of the ruffian dean. Shaking his head, he walked sadly into the snow bamboo forest. According to Sun Kai, the house of the ruffian dean is built on a large plum tree in the center, which is very interesting.

Walking happily on the snow-like bamboo leaves, the teenager was really emotional. He was infected by the surrounding artistic conception. There was an impulse to write poetry, but he couldn't do it. After a while, he looked through layers of bamboo leaves and looked at the huge plum tree not far ahead. The branches were coiled and married with a huge ancient pine tree trunk. The huge trunk of the ancient pine was directly hollowed out by the ruffian dean, and the surrounding bark was exhausted, leaving only the branches and leaves in the style of welcoming guests on the top of the tree. In addition to plum blossoms, snow and bamboo leaves, there are also bursts of rosin, which are refreshing.

Although it is small, there is a hole in it. Yan Song is completely infected by the pattern here. He can't help but jump forward and jump on the plum tree and knock on the door of the ruffian dean. However, he didn't expect that at this time, a sharp curse suddenly came from the pine room on the tree: "If you want to enjoy the beautiful scenery when I'm not here, when will he come? You are looking for a beat, aren't you? Get out of here, or I will solve it on the spot and fertilize my place!"

Yan Song was stunned when he heard the words, but immediately couldn't stop smiling secretly. Then he gently touched his feet and flew through the snow bamboo in front of him to the tall plum tree. At this time, the door of the pine house on the plum tree was suddenly kicked open, and the ruffian dean stood at the door and scolded, "I'm safe when I come. Don't blame me for not reminding you! My neighborhood has been short of fertilizer recently! Er - you, why did you come here? What do you want to do?"

The ruffian dean saw that it was Yan Song who floated forward. His body softened and his tone of speaking changed. He took two steps and put his elbows on his elbows, as if a girl met a bad guy alone in the wild: "You, don't come over. It's so late. What are you going to do?"

If it weren't for the previous fighting experience, Yan Song really wanted to spit it out. He fell in front of the pine house, bowed his hand to the ruffian dean, with a serious expression, and said in a low voice, "Dean, I have something important to discuss with you. Can you let me go in and talk?" In order to prevent the ruffian from shouting and scolding, he added: "It has something to do with the Liu family."

The ruffian dean was acting like he was going to be "rape". At first glance, when he heard Yan Song say the word "Liu family", his crescent-like body suddenly shook, and his frightened eyes suddenly became alert. Without saying anything, he directly introduced Yan Song into the house. He habitually kicked the door, and then asked Yan Song in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

It's so late, Yan Song didn't say anything and said directly directly, "Dean, I'm a member of Ye Nancheng's Yan family, and Yan Hong is my grandfather." Halfway through his words, he had already worked. At the end of his words, the ruffian dean opposite trembled violently and almost straightened his hunchback. He quietly stared at Yan Song without saying a word, showing unusual caution. Yan Song saw this and said, "It was Liu Yun who asked me to defect to you."

After a long time, the ruffian dean turned around, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Yan Song, "Go to me? What does it have to do with you?" Although he still called himself "Laozi", it was obvious that his words were not confident enough, especially after saying that, he suddenly reacted and unconsciously moved forward for fear that Yan Song would attack behind.

"Liu Yun told me that you have some connections with my grandfather. I'm in trouble here, so I can only rely on you." Yan Song said.

"Trouble?" The ruffian dean turned around. He had acquiesced in his relationship with Yan Song and asked Yan Song, "What trouble have you encountered?"

Yan Song didn't need to hide anything from him, so he confide it out, bowed to the ruffian dean and said, "The nine elders said that if I win Shangguan Di, they will pass on my mythical beast martial soul to make up for my shortcomings in Xuanxiu. Just this afternoon, when I happily planned to accept their gift, they suddenly found out that my household registration was wrong and asked me who it was. I won't tell them my identity until I figure out which force they are, so when I thought of Liu Yun, he asked me to come to you.

The ruffian dean frowned, thought for a long time, and then asked Yan Song, "If you don't tell them your identity, they will let you go like this?"

"Oh," Yan Song realized that he had missed something and said, "They asked me about what we taught more than a month ago. I don't know if they knew what I did, but they knew that the other person was you and was seriously injured, and the road not far from the gate of the Sword Academy--"

"All's it!" The ruffian dean hurriedly asked Yan Song to stop. He continued to meditate without saying a word, which made Yan Song look at him differently. Yan Song had never seen him act so cautiously. After a while, the ruffian dean nodded and said to Yan Song, "Well, don't worry, I know what their old people's attitude is. I'll negotiate with them tomorrow. You stay in the sword courtyard, and there is absolutely no problem. It's just that I don't know something. You have peerless magical skills. Why do you have to stay here? Why are you afraid of these elders?

Seeing that the ruffian dean suddenly became very serious and did not speak ruffian, Yan Song also said very politely, "I just got three skills of self-defense skills, which are almost used. As for why I came to the imperial capital, it has something to do with my family--

"Since it's related to the family, it's inconvenient for me to know," the ruffian dean motioned Yan Song not to be too practical, and then asked, "Are the three stunts almost used?"

"Yes, that's coincidentally--" Yan Song said halfway, and suddenly saw the ruffian dean showing a treacherous smile. He showed doubt and subconsciously felt bad. He said anxiously, "Don't fool me, I can still pay here--" Before Yan Song finished his words, he heard the ruffian dean scolded, "You Malegobi!", and then His palms pushed out a thick cyan Xuanqi and directly bombard him out of the window.

This palm is not heavy. He can't die, but during the period when the sky was knocked away, the other party's thick cyan Xuanqi still worked on his body, making the Xuanqi in his body unable to operate at all. As a result, he watched himself squeak towards the snow bamboo forest below.

At this time, the dean of the ruffian suddenly flew out of the window, controlled his spiritual strength, and quickly flew towards him. Yan Song relaxed and said that although the other party was still angry, he knew a degree. After all, he still had a relationship with his grandfather. However, Yan Song, who relaxed, suddenly saw the ruffian dean dancing empty-handed, as if he still wanted to fight!

"You, don't take personal revenge!"

"Don't destroy my snow bamboo forest. Let him fly for a while!" While the ruffian spoke, he suddenly kicked Yan Song's stomach. Although Yan Song was not painful or itchy, his body flew out of the bamboo forest with several flips, and then fell on the corridor with a plop. He couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood and scolded, "Don't force me, or I will let history repeat itself!"

At this time, the ruffian dean ran out of the snow bamboo forest like a different person, then hurriedly picked up Yan Song and said in surprise, "Ah! What's the matter? Why did you fly out just now? Go so fast, what's the emergency?"

A few black lines suddenly appeared on Yan Song's forehead. He pressed the seal hall with his middle finger and smiled, "It's not a big deal. You were possessed by a turtle grandson just now and insisted on forcing me to stand there for you. Am I not in a hurry to occupy more for you!"

The dean of the ruffian was not angry. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Song with bruises all over his body, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was more comfortable than making love. He smiled obscenely at Yan Song, and then leaned on the old man and said, "Remember Xiaoji, you have to follow the rules when you come out!" Seeing Yan Song's uncontrollable anger, he quickly turned around and walked and said, "Go back. I'm doing business. With me, no one dares to touch you in Panlongjianyuan!" WITH THAT, HE SAID, "HIA...HIA...HIA..." WITH AN EVIL LAUGH AND FLY TO THE PLUM HOUSE ON THE PLUM TREE.

The last words of the ruffian dean calmed Yan Song down. When he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a thud in the snow bamboo forest. In a blink of an eye, the ruffian dean appeared in front of Yan Song again. He saw a suddenly enlightened expression and looked forward to saying, "Little jiao, where did you get my martial soul? What are you preparing? Give it back to me? It's about whether I go to see the nine elders tomorrow--

"Actually, I don't know what's going on," Yan Song looked ashamed, looked at the hopeful dean, and began to make it up. "At that time, I was embarrassed. When I typed that unique learning, I vaguely saw a black and white figure around me, just like your apprentice that day. I also saw the fate of black and white. They want to take away your martial soul. I want to go up and stop it, but in the haze--"

"Fuck your mother's hazy!" Before Yan Song finished his words, the ruffian dean suddenly pulled down his face, punched him again, and directly beat Yan Song into the night sky. Then he regretted, "It's too light. I should kick him through!"