His voice was very light and light, but it was like a clear spring water flowing into every corner.

The nearly crazy man had his face covered most of his hair, and he could only see one eye. At this moment, the eye was staring straight at Lin Xun, as if a storm was brewing.

Just at this moment, Wu Que's voice came from behind: "You can write a poem on the spot to conquer him."

Lin Xun gently stroked his hand on his shoulder, and several fingers that seemed to be stuck in the flesh were easily hit.

"Framed me?" Turning sideways, he glanced at Wu Que with his eyes, raised his eyebrows.

Wu Que turned his face away and ignored her.

“It’s not difficult to write poetry.”

When I talked, I could only hear a "bang".

Wu Que was attracted by the sound and turned around to see Lin Xunbian talking to him. She didn't even look at him. She steadily caught the fist that was hit by him unexpectedly. With a little force, the man with disheveled hair suddenly showed a painful expression on his face.

Lin Xun smiled gently: "But things that can be solved with fists will save much more trouble."

Wu Que's throat moved.

"By the way," the joint of the fist he pinched made a giggle, giving the illusion that the fist would be crushed the next second, "I remember you just said you wanted to listen to my poem."

Wu Que shook her head: "You heard it wrong, there is absolutely nothing."

Lin Xun: "Is that true?"

Wu Que nodded with certainty.

As soon as he let go, the man collapsed on the ground as if he had been exhausted from his strength.

Seeing that he had no attack power at all, Wu Que approached and first looked at the tombstone, then made a bold guess: "Is this Tian Zhiyuan himself?"

Lin Xun didn't say anything, Nan Hengyi couldn't help but rub his eyebrows and said, "If Tian Zhiyuan lived to this day, he would be hundreds of years old."

Wu Que: "From this point, it seems that he was given a demonic magic."

Nan Heng sighed, looked at Lin Xun, and signaled that he would tell him that he was ignorant of the truth.

Lin Xun bent down and waved his hands a few times in front of the man. The other party immediately looked like a frightened little animal, taking several steps back.

"Do you know who I am?"

The man looked at him stupidly.

Lin Xun said in a soft tone: "Do you know who you are?"

The man finally reacted, nodded and shook his head, and finally hit the tombstone twice, looking like he was experiencing painful memories.

Wu Que pulled Lin Xun's sleeve: "What's the point of asking?"

"Make sure he has no memory."

Wu Que frowned: "So what?"

"Since we can't remember anything, we will find an excuse in two days to leave Tian Mansion first and take him along the way."

Wu Que opened her mouth wide: "You want to steal someone!"

Lin Xun stared at him coldly, and Wu Que moved his step to the left and then again until he was sure to stand behind Nan Heng.

Nan Heng was much more mature and steady than Wu Que. He looked at the man who was in pain with his head held, and asked, "Leave him here alone?"

Lin Xun: "It's probably not a day or two that he's here. Taking it back rashly will only alert the enemy."

Nan Yan nodded in agreement. After all, it is the territory of Tian Mansion, so it is not an exaggeration to be careful.

On the way back, Wu Que was obviously much quieter. After going down the mountain, he turned around and looked at the hill covered with graves, and couldn't help but say, "Is that person really possible that it is Tian Zhiyuan himself?"

If not, that would be a coincidence. It would be a coincidence that they linked the clues they found in the past two days. This is the most appropriate explanation no matter how they think about it.

Lin Xun didn't reply. When Wu Que was still guessing on the way, he suddenly stopped and asked Nan Heng for the family tree of the Tian clan.

Nan Heng took out the booklet from his arms and looked at him in confusion: "Don't you think it's troublesome to read it?"

Lin Xun refused to respond. After taking it, he quickly turned over a few pages, picked up the branches and scratched them on the soil a few times, as if he was calculating something. Finally, he threw down the branches and rubbed his fingertips between his lips. He stared at the ground for a while and said, "Have you ever been a general in this generation of the Tian family?"

Nan Hengyi sneered: "Unless it is a general sect, it takes several generations for an ordinary family to produce one..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

Nan Heng took the booklet directly from Lin Xun's hand, and looked at it and said, "How is that possible?"

Wu Que was curious and stood on tiptoe and wanted to watch with her.

"Since Tian Zhiyuan, a military general appeared again every seventy years. Seventy-three years ago, a child in the clan became the leader of the Imperial Guard."

When Nan Heng closed the booklet, "It's simply incredible."

...

Climb, flip, jump.

Three actions were completed in one go.

Wu Que discovered sadly that after being with Lin Xun for a long time, he almost forgot the feeling of walking through the door. Even when he went back, he would quietly climb over the wall. He was investigating openly, but every move was like a thief.

"This way it can be without eye-catching." Lin Xun said so.

Wu Que nodded. Anyway, whoever has his fist is the right thing to say.

There was a gust of wind above. Looking up, Nan Heng landed on the ground with a graceful and elegant posture. He moved his wrist and put away the shrink chain on it. He received Wu Que's gaze and spread his hands and said, "I specially found a craftsman to make it."

Wu Que thought this thing was quite practical. Even if he accidentally fell off the cliff one day, he might still be able to save his life: "How much?"

"Not expensive," Nan Heng pointed the number three: "Three ingots of gold."

Wu Que suddenly fell silent.

Nan Heng looked at him with an ignorant look: "This chain is not made of ordinary iron, but..."

Wu Que interrupted him: "After talking about this price, we basically have nothing to talk about."

He looked at Lin Xun and focused again on the genealogy of the Tian clan.

"Is it possible that it's a curse or something?"

Lin Xun laughed: "The curse cannot help a family prosper until today."

As he said that, his face suddenly changed a little, and he rubbed his nose, and it seemed that he was not very comfortable.

Wu Que: "Pollen allergies?"

He looked at the catkins flying out the window, "Is it because of these small fluffs?"

Lin Xun shook his head, "Do you know where there is more mint in Anyang City?"

"Minn?" Wu Que repeated it and turned to Nan Hengyi. The latter obviously had to be much clearer about Anyang.

I don’t understand why Lin Xun suddenly jumped from Tian’s house to mint. After thinking about it, Nan Heng still said truthfully: “Anyang does not produce mint, but I really want to buy it. You can try your luck at the antique shop in the west of the city.”

"Antique Shop..." Lin Xun said with some doubts: "Are you sure?"

Nan Heng nodded: "The owner of the shop is Huang Ran, not only does antique business, but also loves people in the past. They are also willing to use their weapons to knock on the ash. Jizha is the only one who is responsible for the suburbs. The figurines of the suburbs are slapped in the past.

Wu Que said in surprise: "Would anyone buy it?"

Nan Heng smiled very treacherously: "Scarcity is precious, and you don't need to sell them all. As long as you can sell one or two pieces, even if you throw them all into your hands, you can still make a profit."

Wu Que affirmed again that his senior brother was completely incompetent to be a Taoist priest.

Lin Xun: "I'll go to the west of the city in the afternoon."

Nan Hengyi must have no explanation, but Wu Que needs to mention a few sentences here: "How are you watching "The Legend of the Demons"?"

Wu Que was stunned. Since he discovered the Fire Gathering Array that day, he went south to Anyang. There were constant storms. He really threw away the practice of his mind.

Lin Xun seemed to have expected this situation, patted him on the shoulder, said 'Appointed it myself', and walked out of the room.

Watching his figure walk away, Wu Que curled her lips and walked to the table to pour a cup of tea to moisten her throat. When she looked up, she found that Nan Hengyi was still in the room. She was a little surprised. According to the other person's personality, she should have seized time to go out to deal with her own affairs.

"Senior brother, you..."

"The "Demon Hundred Dictations" are forbidden books," Nan Heng's eyes were gone, and he replaced it with calmness and sophistication: "Get the right degree by yourself."

Wu Que hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

...

After not leaving for a few days, Anyang Street is still prosperous.

Lin Xunzhao Nanheng said that he found the west of the city all the way, and saw the three big words "Ancient Words Xuan" far away. After approaching, he found that there was a seal on the door. He passed by an old lady who had just bought vegetables and reminded him: "Young man, don't stay in this place for too long."

Lin Xun turned around and asked why.

"It's bad luck," the old lady waved her hand: "The shopkeeper here has just passed away, and I heard that he was still dead next to a cemetery."

As she said that, she shivered and quickly walked away.

Through a door, you could vaguely smell the mint smell inside. Lin Xun was sure that one of the pictures he sold was here. Having said that, including the previous owner of Feiyu Tower, two buyers in a row, were unfortunate one after another.

He walked around the back door, lit his toes lightly, and his whole body flew into the store with a light flowing lightly.

The original owner is a very enjoyable person. There is a place where rare goods are sold outside, and there is an inner courtyard inside, and rockery is available.

"The smell of mint..." Lin Xun followed the smell and stopped and stopped.

When I walked to a place, my feet stopped.

Mixed in the smell of mint, there is also a faint fragrance that has never been seen before.

This smell is too light and almost impossible to smell. It is more like the smell that is stained when burning incense when you are burning in temples for a long time.

Lin Xun frowned. Could it be that there is someone else here besides him?

He secretly communicated with the system: "Is there anyone else, why can't I feel it?"

[System: The host didn't say it last night, life still has poetry and distant places.]

Lin Xun: "What does it have to do with that?"

【System: Your distance is coming.】
Chapter completed!