Wanmei Villa was a very magical place.

The news of Lu Xiaofeng being attacked on the way quickly spread through the villa's internal dark web.

Hua Manlou, who was soaking in a wooden bathtub in his underwear, stopped smiling. "Just as Brother Lu said, something really happened to him on his trip to Shanxi."

Yang Muzhi was standing to the side, sprinkling medicinal herbs into the bathtub. When he heard this, he said, "Little Phoenix has Ximen Chuixue to protect her, so nothing serious will happen. But Hua Manlou, aren't you worried about yourself?"

After using a new acupuncture method last night, Hua Manlou's pulse was very chaotic for a while, and it only stabilized four hours later.

Yang Muzhi checked his pulse again and again, and came to a conclusion that no one knew how to react. Hua Manlou's blood clots in his eyes had indeed eased slightly, but the acupuncture had affected the nerves in his legs. He wouldn't be able to walk normally for at least seven or eight days.

The heavens were playing tricks on people.

Sensing the self-blame and depression of the person beside him, Hua Manlou held the hand that was checking his pulse and said, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise."

With a sigh, Yang Muzhi held the hand back. "I'll sleep on the soft couch in the outer room for the next few days. Hua Manlou, if you feel that something is wrong, feel free to call me."

"Okay."

After the candle was extinguished, the two of them, one lying on the bed in the inner room and the other lying on the couch in the outer room, couldn't fall asleep.

"Hua Manlou?

Are you asleep? "Yang Muzhi thought a lot, and the more he thought, the more agitated he became. Finally, he couldn't help but ask.

His answer was a chuckle. Obviously, the person in the inner room was still awake.

Yang Muzhi didn't understand what was so funny about this situation. "What are you laughing at?"

Hua Manlou cleared his throat and said with a smile, "I just feel that Brother Yang, you … are very different from when we first met."

"What's different?"

Everything was different.

When they first met, he was still a cold and lifeless person. Others respected him, loved him, but were also afraid of him.

Now, he was becoming more and more like a living person. For his friends, he would get involved in Jianghu matters that he didn't want to get involved in. For his friends, he would duel with swordsmen that he didn't approve of. For his friends, he would toss and turn in bed at night.

The contrast was so great that it felt as if an immortal from the Nine Heavens had walked down from the altar and returned to the mortal world.

Since he didn't get a response, Yang Muzhi asked again.

This time, Hua Manlou replied, "I can't say for now, but since you and I can't sleep, why don't we have a chat?"

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

"Since we've known each other, why don't we talk about the past?"

Yang Muzhi didn't know what to say about the previous incident.

What had he experienced in his past life?

The massacre of his family, the flames of war, rushed to the border, his beloved disciple died in battle, and took revenge.

All of these things were too heavy, so heavy that it wasn't easy to talk about it with others.

There was no sound from outside for a long time. Just when Hua Manlou thought that the person had fallen asleep, he opened his mouth.

"Then why don't we talk about my sect? Ever since the sword duel with Xi Men Chui Xue, Little Phoenix has been very curious about which sect I belong to, but he doesn't dare to ask me rashly. It's really hard for him."

Thinking about his friend's embarrassment, Hua Manlou's smile widened. But then he reacted. Was his sect related to the Xiaoyan that he kept talking about when he was drunk?

For a moment, he wanted to listen but didn't dare to.

Yang Muzhi didn't wait for him to reply and started talking on his own.

Looking back at his previous life, the only time he could be considered relaxed was when he was studying in his sect.

"It's said that a long time ago, there was a high-ranking civil official who was persecuted by a group of traitors. He had no choice but to leave the imperial court and enter the jianghu.

He didn't seek fame or fortune. The only thing he couldn't let go of was this piece of land. So he lived in seclusion in a beautiful place to teach and educate people. He wanted to 'learn literature and martial arts, and sell goods to the imperial family.'

That was my sect. "

How long ago was it?

Tang Kaiyuan's 28th year.

Who was that high-ranking civil official?

The civil official's surname was Zhang, and his name was Jiu Ling.

These things were deeply imprinted in Yang Muzhi's mind, but he couldn't say it out loud.

"My master was also a great scholar. He loved to drink, and when he got drunk, he became very interested in poetry and created many masterpieces.

When I was six years old, I secretly drank my master's wine and became a drunken cat. I was laughed at by my sect for a long time … "

The two of them, one in the inner room and one in the outer room, one talking and one listening, didn't know when they stopped talking, and didn't know when they fell asleep.

But when they fell asleep, both of them had a faint smile on their faces.

When they woke up again, Yang Muzhi was inspired by a dream and wanted to give Hua Manlou a medicinal bath. Only then did he talk about it again.

Soaking in the bathtub whose original color couldn't be seen, Hua Manlou pulled his inner clothes close, "With Brother Yang here, there's nothing to worry about."

Hearing this, Yang Muzhi smiled and sighed, "You."

The intimacy and helplessness in his words were completely revealed, and Hua Manlou was stunned for a moment.

Before the four-hour medicinal bath was over, the housekeeper handed over a visitation card. Yang Muzhi opened it and looked at it, and it was really funny.

Hearing his laughter, Hua Manlou asked, "Who is it?"

Holding the exquisite visitation card and shaking it, Yang Muzhi seemed to have discovered a secret.

"It's a young lady."

After Yang Muzhi said that the visitation card was sent by a young lady, he refused to say anything else, making it really difficult for Hua Manlou to guess.

"Hua Manlou, you continue to soak. I'll be back after meeting that lady." As he spoke, one of his feet was already outside the door. Even if Hua Manlou wanted to stop him, he couldn't.

In the hall of Wanmei Villa.

A young lady dressed as a chivalrous woman was waiting in the hall restlessly. Yang Muzhi deliberately stepped heavily to indicate his arrival.

The chivalrous woman turned around and looked into his eyes. She was shocked that there was such a beautiful man in the world. As a woman, she felt ashamed standing in front of him.

Yang Muzhi asked, "I wonder why Miss Sun is looking for Ximen Chuixue?"

Sun Xiuqing blushed and stammered, "I … my master … I'm Sun Xiuqing, Emei's Sun Xiuqing.

My master is Emei's leader, Dugu Yihe. He asked me to find Lu Xiaofeng, Hero Lu. "

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Muzhi invited her to sit down with the attitude of a host. Then he asked carefully, "Miss Sun, are you here to find Lu Xiaofeng?"

Holding the sword tightly in her hand, Sun Xiuqing forced herself to calm down. "Yes, my master asked me to bring a message to Lu Xiaofeng, but Hero Lu has no fixed residence. I went to Baihua Tower and found no one there, so I came to Wanmei Villa."

In the past three years, there had been a lot of trouble to find Lu Xiaofeng. If he really had a place to settle down, he would probably be annoyed to death.

However, in the days when he had no fixed residence, there were two places that he liked. One was his good friend, Hua Manlou's Baihua Tower, and the other was his good friend, Ximen Chuixue's Wanmei Villa.

However, there were too few people who really dared to go to Wanmei Villa to find him. This Miss Sun was really brave.

"Little Phoenix … I mean, Lu Xiaofeng should be in Shanxi now. If you have something to tell him, why don't you tell me? I'll think of a way for you."

Sun Xiuqing looked up at him. "Are you Mr. Xiangzhi?"

Hey, after chatting for so long, she still hadn't introduced herself. Yang Muzhi smiled. "That's me, Yang Muzhi."

When the person in front of her smiled, Sun Xiuqing seemed to have lost her mind. She didn't think much and told him what her master had entrusted her with. "My master asked me to bring a message to Lu Xiaofeng, Hero Lu. The owner of Tsing Yi Lou is his good friend, Hosho. He asked Young Master Lu to be careful and secretly cooperate with him to eradicate the Tsing Yi Lou!"

Yang Muzhi smiled. This was interesting. Golden Roc said that Dugu Yihe was the owner of Tsing Yi Lou, and Dugu Yihe said that Hosho was the owner of Tsing Yi Lou.

Then who was this mysterious owner of Tsing Yi Lou?

…

Shanxi Jewellery Pavilion.

Those who came did not come with good intentions.

Lu Xiaofeng and Yan Tieshan quickly reached a stalemate.

In the end, it was the latter who lost his cool. Yan Tieshan's face was tense. "Chief Steward Huo."

Huo Tianqing, who was unperturbed by the tense atmosphere, nodded slightly and said, "Here."

"Young Master Lu doesn't want to stay here any longer. Quickly prepare a carriage for him. He wants to leave immediately."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Yan Tieshan had already stood up with a flick of her sleeve and strode out without looking back.

But before he could walk out the door, the elusive white-clothed swordsman blocked his path. His words were as cold as his person. "He doesn't want to leave yet. It's best if you stay here."

His attitude was firm.

Yan Tieshan, who was used to being flattered, almost immediately exploded. "Who dares be so rude?"

The white-clothed swordsman didn't say his name. He just needed to stand there quietly. That was the best answer.

Sure enough, the "Dragon in the Clouds", Ma Xingkong, who had more experience in Jianghu, shouted, "It's Ximen Chuixue!"

His voice wasn't loud, but Yan Tieshan was still frightened and took two steps back.

She happened to bump into Lu Xiaofeng, who had taken two steps forward.

This bump caused Yan Tieshan to immediately panic. He shouted, "Help!"

Today's Hongmen Banquet was set by the water. If the right person came, it would be very elegant.

But now, five men in black flew out of the water. The wet water dripped on the floor. There was no longer any elegance to speak of.

Ximen Chuixue lightly glanced at the five men in black. He didn't take them seriously. "Once my sword leaves its sheath, it will kill. Do you have to force me to draw my sword?"

Lu Xiaofeng, who was holding tightly onto Yan Tieshan's lapel, didn't want to make things so big. He came out to smooth things over. "Ximen Chuixue, can you not use your sword to scare people?

Muzhi and I walked under your sword once. Didn't we live well? "

But his smoothing over didn't work. The five men in black still attacked. They were Yan Tieshan's men of sacrifice. Dying for their master was their greatest mission.

Seeing this, Ximen Chuixue showed no mercy. He unsheathed his sword. Before the men in black could react, their throats were cut.

In the chaos, a chopstick flew towards the swordsman in white. It was cut in half by the black sword. "You are despicable to secretly hurt people."

The chopstick that shot out was another one of the guests, Su Shaoqing.

He picked up the sword at his waist and pointed it at the swordsman in white. "I have heard of your name. Why don't you give me some pointers?"

Ximen Chuixue glanced at his posture and knew that he was a sword user. "You also use a sword?"

His tone was full of contempt and disdain.

Su Shaoqing showed his sword and shouted, "I am Su Shaoying of the Emei Sect."

Blood dripped from Ximen Chuixue's sword. He raised it again and pointed it at Su Shaoying.

Everyone's attention was attracted except for two people — Lu Xiaofeng and Yan Tieshan.

Lu Xiaofeng knew the outcome and didn't want to see it. Yan Tieshan, on the other hand, wanted to find a chance to escape.

When Su Shaoying's body fell straight down, Yan Tieshan knew that he couldn't escape.

"I have no grudges with you in the past. Why do you have to make such a big fuss?"

Perhaps he was speaking from his heart. Even his Shanxi accent was much lighter. Lu Xiaofeng sighed. "You only need to know that it is right and proper for you to pay your debts."

Yan Tieshan turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng. "I have no financial dealings with you. How can I owe you money?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "Do you want me to say the name Golden Roc before you admit it?"

"Golden Roc" was like a special spell. When Yan Tieshan heard these four words, his face turned pale and his body trembled.

The next moment, a bullet fell to the ground. When everyone could see again, Yan Tieshan and Lu Xiaofeng had disappeared.