Li Fenglan rolled her eyes at him: "Last month Hubo gave you one hand, and you couldn't even move twenty moves under her hand."

Zhou Xiao picked up the collar of the young man's neck, put him aside like a chicken, and said to Li Fenglan earnestly: "Girl Lan, it's still too late to regret now."

Li Fenglan smiled broadly and said, "Uncle Zhou, you don't need to persuade me, I will take good care of jade and amber."

Mo Changfeng walked up to the crowd with a kind face. He said to Li Fenglan: "Girl Lan, I still have to explain something to you before I leave."

"You said."

"There are still people from Changfeng Tower in Jianghu. After leaving the valley, go to the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau down the mountain to find Escort Liu. Escort Liu comes here every year, and you know him. He will give you a list of all the people on the list.

He is a trustworthy person."

"I know."

After saying that, Li Fenglan jumped onto the carriage lightly, clasped her fists in a decent manner, and said quite proudly: "Uncles, aunts, ladies, we are going to set off now. Don't worry, we will run away if we encounter danger.

"At this point, she paused and added, "Don't worry, I will find out who was behind it as soon as possible."

The sun had risen, and the fog in the valley began to slowly dissipate. Jade whipped his riding whip, and a clear sound broke through the air, and the carriage began to drive slowly out of the valley.

Chen Yan looked at the carriage gradually disappearing in the mist, and she had already burst into tears. She didn't say a word before the three girls left just now, not because she didn't want to say it, but because she really couldn't bear to say it, because she was really afraid that something might happen to the three girls.

Zhou Xiao patted her shoulder gently and said softly: "Believe her, she has been a ghost since she was a child... Don't cry, let's go back."

In the carriage shed, Li Fenglan sat quietly, listening to the sound of the carriage turning. She was a little confused and a little regretful. She had been looking forward to leaving the valley, but when it came to this day, she couldn't bear it. Amber, on the other hand, was extremely happy, like a sparrow.

They were chattering in Li Fenglan's ears, looking forward to the outside world endlessly.

"Hu Bo, please be quiet," Li Fenglan said, "I'm thinking about something."

Amber asked: "Miss, what are you thinking about?"

"Think about the future."

Jade, who was driving the carriage, said: "Haven't you thought about it all?"

"There's nothing wrong with thinking more."

The sun has risen and the fog has dissipated. Li Fenglan opened the curtains and looked in the direction where she came from. She could no longer see the gathering place. She could only see the smoke rising in the distance. I wonder what Aunt Zhou made for lunch today.

Yes, if I had known earlier, it would not be too late to leave after lunch.

Just as she was feeling emotional, she heard Feicui ask her: "Hey, don't you really think Li Fengyao is your mother?"

Li Fenglan replied: "Don't think... well... speaking of her, tell me, is the faceless painting hanging in Lao Mo's room actually Li Fengyao?"

Jade replied: "It should be."

"I remember when I was little, this painting had a face."

Amber nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I remember it too... Well, it should have been when I was five years old, and then the painting no longer had a face."

Li Fenglan thought thoughtfully: "Was it scratched off by someone? By whom? Lao Mo?"

Of course, no one could give her an answer at the moment.

Yeyu Xiaozhu was indeed just a small building at the beginning. It was located in a small alley in Luzhou City. As for which alley it was, no one knew. After more than thirty years of development, Yeyu Xiaozhu

Its scale has long surpassed that of the past, and it has branches all over the country.

At this moment, in the basement of Yeyu Xiaozhu's main building, there were only five oil lamps lit in the large basement, so it was very dark. There were five people in the basement, a burly man sitting on a chair in the middle, and the others standing

On the side.

"Chief," said a man dressed as a scribe in blue, "I heard that someone is coming out of Chaolan Valley in the next few days."

The burly man just waved his hand and didn't seem to care about the matter, but asked: "Yesterday, Si Ye said there was a big order, please tell me."

The scholar in green clothes replied: "The white snake spits out the letter, Yuecheng."

"Yue Cheng?" The burly man thought for a while, "Are you... from Changfeng Tower?"

"Yes, that's Yuecheng."

"Well, it seems that the big shots can't hold it any longer. Do they want to take advantage of the people from Chaolan Valley to come out and kill all the remnants of Changfeng Tower first?"

"The leader is clear."

"Let Si Ye go."

"It's the leader...then, over to Chaolan Valley?"

"Just send a few newbies to do it, as long as the idea is fulfilled. None of the main characters in Changfeng Tower died. I don't want to get into this bad luck and give those big shots a headache."

"Yes, leader."

In the master bedroom of the Thorn Gate, the old master Qiao Fei was lying on the bed sickly. No one could have imagined that the all-powerful Qiao Fei would end up like this. Half a month ago, he was poisoned by a strange poison, and the recipe from the Medicine King Valley

The miracle doctor came and said there was no cure for this poison.

At this time, several maids were waiting on the side. Suddenly, Qiao Fei began to pant violently, and black blood flowed down the corners of his mouth. The maids were at a loss. At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a bear

The same strong man broke in.

"Old sect master!" The strong man's voice was like a bell, "There is a girl, Fianzi, who has barged in! She is so good at martial arts that none of the brothers can match her! I don't know where the enemy is. Come with me quickly!"

A maid said anxiously: "Master, he is so weak, how can he withstand the torture?"

Qiao Fei suddenly waved his hand vigorously, and the strong man came to the bedside and tried to keep his voice as low as possible: "Old master, what do you want to say?"

"Let her..." Qiao Fei said with his last strength, "let her... come in."

"What?" The strong man looked incredulous.

"quick……"

There was no other way, the strong man had no choice but to follow the old sect leader's words.

He quickly came to the Thorn Gate Square. In the big square, a woman in red was surrounded by everyone inside the gate. The woman in red was young, in her early twenties. She was a beauty, but the expression on her face was too cold, like an ice sculpture.

Ordinary. Holding an umbrella - the umbrella should be made of fine steel, shiny, and each rib is a shiny steel needle, which is a weapon.

She has not spoken since she entered the door. The people she fought with were not injured by her. She just used her internal strength to blow those people away. In the entire Thorn Gate, no one could fight with her.

"Girl!" the strong man said viciously, "our sect master has invited you."

The woman finally said: "Lead the way."

The strong man led the way, and the woman followed behind. He heard the sound of "gada, gada" coming from the woman as she walked, and thought there was some hidden weapon hidden in the soles of her shoes.

When they arrived at the master's bedroom, the woman in red casually threw the steel umbrella on the table and walked to Qiao Fei's bed.

Qiao Fei looked at the woman in red with a pleased smile on his face.

"You...you..." Qiao Fei's voice became even weaker.

The woman in red knelt down, held Qiao Fei's hand, and said softly: "Old Master, don't say too much."

"Child," Qiao Fei said, somewhat relieved, "Qiao... I feel guilty... From today on... the Thorn Gate... is... yours."

The strong man was stunned. He couldn't imagine why the sect leader would make this decision.

The woman in red just replied calmly: "Okay."

Qiao Fei pointed to his pillow tremblingly, then his head tilted, lifeless.

"Old Sect Leader!" The strong man shouted sadly and rushed towards the bedside. However, the woman in red with her right hand gently pushed him back three steps away. This moment made the strong man change from sadness to shock...

Why does the woman in front of me, who is in her twenties, have so much internal energy?

The woman said coldly: "Noisy."

Then she gently raised Qiao Fei's head and took out two letters from under the pillow. She put one letter into her arms and threw the other letter to the strong man and said: "Call all the disciples and gather in the hall."

The woman's words had a dignity that was inappropriate for her age. The strong man obeyed the order unconsciously and exited the bedroom.

The woman then said to the two maids: "Let the old master sort out his remains. If you don't dare, just guard at the door. No one is allowed in without my order."

After saying that, he picked up his umbrella and walked out.

In the Thorn Gate Hall, the crowd had been gathered by the strong man. Several people who were familiar with the strong man surrounded him and asked in low voices.

"Xiong San, how is the sect master? Why did you suddenly gather us together?"

Xiong San is a very loyal person, but he is not very smart, but he also knows that he cannot say that the old sect leader is no longer here, or in other words, he himself does not dare to say it.

Someone else asked: "Who is that woman? What did the old sect master say to her?"

While they were talking, everyone heard the sound of "Gada, Gada" coming from the door of the hall. They followed the sound and saw the woman in red walking into the hall with an indifferent face. Ignoring everyone in the hall, she went straight to the throne of the door owner.

.She did not sit directly on it, but stood in front of the throne, facing everyone.

Someone said angrily: "Who are you?! Are you standing in that place?"

The woman did not answer, but stared at Xiong San and said, "You, read the letter."

Only then did Xiong San remember that the woman had just thrown him a letter. He hurriedly took out the letter, opened it, and began to read it aloud.

"Everyone...brother, so-and-so, something...not long ago..."

After reading this, Xiong San remembered that he seemed illiterate, so he handed the letter to a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar.

"Master Feng, read it."
To be continued...