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    Chapter 52: Coming to the door

    Even though Xiao Yuesheng could predict events like a god and had everything at his fingertips, he never thought that he wanted Fan Cunyi to suffer more sins before dying, but he still left some hope of life. This shows how unpredictable things are in the world.

    There is only one person in the Shuiyun Sect who is worried, and that is Wen Yubing. The other disciples respect their senior brother like a god, and the small Thunderbolt Hall is really not worth mentioning.

    Song Qingya has a light temper. After she came back, among her fellow apprentices and sisters, she exaggerated Xiao Yuesheng's ability to kill people invisible at the snap of a finger. Among their disciples, the image of the master's uncle became even more mysterious and unpredictable, and she was extremely proud of her.  The great master and uncle support me, and I am no longer afraid of others bullying me!

    In the evening, the senior sisters were sitting in Bei Jinyi's room chatting. The soft lights, milky white carpets and curtains made it look warm and comfortable.

    Sitting next to the table, Bei Jinyi put down her brush, turned around slightly, and saw Zhou Zhiruo lying on the bed, her moon-white silk nightgown showing off her graceful curves.

    She is holding a book in her hand, her bright eyes are scattered and blurred, without focus, her elegant and beautiful face is slightly sunken, her beautiful eyebrows are slightly knitted, and she looks worried.

    Bei Jinyi, who was wearing a nightgown, couldn't help but laugh, and said softly: "Zhiruo, don't worry, it seems that Senior Brother Xiao doesn't seem to be a reckless person, and he has deep meaning in his actions. Besides, even if he is dealing with Perak Hall, it is not a big deal."

    "But the Shaolin Sect" Zhou Zhiruo raised her pretty face with a worried expression, and the light in her bright eyes was really moving.

    "What's wrong with Shaolin?! We can't tolerate Shaolin's arrogance in Emei!" Bei Jinyi snorted and pursed her lips, revealing a hint of disdain.

    They don¡¯t buy anyone¡¯s credit from the Emei sect and they go about alone. Even the Shaolin sect is not afraid of them.

    "Then Master" Zhou Zhiruo was smart enough to hear the senior sister's protective intentions. If there really was someone from the Shaolin Sect, the Emei Sect would not stand idly by!

    "Master will definitely agree, don't worry!" Bei Jinyi smiled softly and was very sure.

    Zhou Zhiruo nodded, a little shy, and quickly picked up the book and pretended to read, which made Bei Jinyi chuckle.

    Above the cold lake, bursts of piano sound floated up, sometimes paused, and then sounded again, as if someone was learning the piano.

    The pine forest in Hangu is shrouded in soft light, like jade trees and silver flowers. In Hanyan Pavilion, there are two luminous pearls embedded in the caisson, shrouding the entire Hanyan Pavilion in milky white light.

    On the first floor, on the milky white carpet, Xiao Yuesheng was wearing a loose green robe, sitting cross-legged in front of a piano table. On the other side of the piano table, there was a charming Xiao Die with light makeup and no makeup.

    He is teaching Xiaodie piano skills.

    Next to the piano table is a book table. Xiaoqing, dressed in white, is sitting next to the book table, practicing calligraphy attentively. Her delicate face can be broken by blows, she is concentrated, and her long eyelashes occasionally tremble, which is very touching.

    When Xiao Yuesheng had nothing to do, he began to train the two maids, hoping to turn them into his right-hand men, so that he would not have to do everything himself, which would be too troublesome.

    In the milky white light of the night pearl and the milky white carpet, the skin of the two girls in white is as crystal clear as jade, as if they are fairies untainted by the worldly world, as pure as ice.

    "The wrist is gentle, and the strength is transferred to the fingers, yes, that's it!" Xiao Yuesheng tapped Xiaodie's jade-like white wrist, and then tapped its slender green fingers.

    "Xiaodie's fingers are slender and white, like freshly peeled scallions, tender and smooth, cool and soft to the touch.

    Being lightly touched by Xiao Yuesheng's hand, Xiaodie's fingers trembled and her face flushed, as if she had applied a layer of rouge on the mutton-fat white jade, which was moving and alluring.

    She quietly raised her eyes and glanced at the young master. Seeing that he had no strange expression, she quickly turned her eyes away and pretended not to care.

    As she became more and more sophisticated in the Qingxin Jue, her understanding became stronger and stronger. Xiao Yuesheng just gave her a little nudge and she was able to figure out the path and her progress was excellent.

    Xiaodie's heart is extremely sweet. For a while, she has been learning piano skills, calligraphy and painting from Xiao Yuesheng, and rubbing her ears together. Xiaodie feels very happy. As long as she sees the figure of the young master, the air around her becomes extremely sweet. She just wants to be with him always.  about.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around again, turned to Xiaoqing's side, looked at the words she had written, and nodded. Xiaoqing's talent was not low, and she already had some charm in calligraphy.

    "Uncle, there is someone at the bottom of the mountain asking to see you!" A crisp report suddenly sounded from the lakeside, and spread to the pavilion.

    "It's so late, who is he?" Xiao Yuesheng raised his head and asked in a loud voice, his voice drifting slowly to Song Xueyan's ears across from him.

    "He claims to be Fan Xisheng, the master of the Perak Hall." Song Xueyan, wearing a black robe, stood tall and graceful in the night, using her full power to answer by means of sound transmission.

    XiaoYuesheng was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Bring him here!" Then he whispered to Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, go and ask the master to come over."

    Nowadays, even if the subordinates in the hall see Fan Xisheng, they would not dare to recognize him. He is dressed in dust, his face is full of thoughts, his eyes are bloodshot, but his eyes are bright.

    When he came out of Perak Hall, he didn't leave any bodyguard behind. He took his son alone and rode two horses straight to Purple Mountain.

    Fan Cunyi was suffering from the swelling and contraction of his meridians and the reverse flow of blood and energy all the time. It was really painful and he had to tap his faint points every few minutes. Even so, it could not relieve his pain.

    Listening to the moans, Fan Xisheng's heart was as sharp as a knife, and he felt the same pain. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. His son was suffering from this, but he was powerless. He wished that he could crush the person who caused it and spread it to ashes, and he would never be reincarnated.

    One day and one night, he did not eat or drink, constantly riding two horses, and drove day and night. He felt that the breath of his son behind him was getting weaker and weaker, and his moans were intermittent, like a candlelight in the wind.  may go out.

    When he arrived at Dasheng Town, he found an honest middle-aged man as a guide to lead him to Zishan.

    But when we arrived at the foot of the Purple Mountain, the guide was full of doubts and found that the Purple Mountain was nowhere to be found. The fog was so thick that he couldn't see the direction around him. He walked back and forth and kept spinning in circles.

    Seeing that his son behind him could no longer moan, Fan Xisheng was so anxious that he knew he could not delay any longer. Without caring about anything else, he shouted loudly and announced himself to his family.

    He has strong skills, and his voice floats in the mountains. Due to the formation, Zishan is isolated from the outside sound to prevent others from detecting it by listening to the sound.

    Only Song Xueyan, who was at the entrance of the formation, could hear it, so she went up the mountain and reported directly to the uncle, who would then tell him whether to pass it on to the head master.

    The bright moon in the sky is like an ice wheel, its light shines down, and everything around it is shrouded in a faint layer of brightness. The vast fog blocks Fan Xisheng's sight. Even if he uses his eyesight enough, he can only see one foot away.

    The son tied behind him trembled slightly again, and Fan Cunyi's pain was like waves, rising up one after another.

    Fan Xisheng felt that his heart was bleeding, and he wished he could take his place. He gathered all his strength, raised his head and shouted loudly: "Fan Xisheng of Perak Hall, pay your respects to the Shuiyun Sect!"

    "Hall Master Fan, my uncle has invited me!"

    A clear and sweet voice suddenly sounded in front, and then out of the thick fog, a graceful beauty with a slender figure and a slim skirt looked like a fairy in the moonlight.

    Fan Xisheng felt his eyes light up, and his face was so striking that it was almost as bright as the bright moon in the sky. Her crisp words lingered in his heart for a while, and then he calmed down and said hurriedly: "Please¡ª¡ª!"

    "This strong man, please come back!" Song Xueyan smiled faintly at the stunned middle-aged man, saluted gracefully, and turned around to walk up the mountain.

    After taking two steps, she turned around again and said to Fan Xisheng, who was tense all over: "Hall Master Fan, please step on the little girl's footsteps and make no mistakes."

    What Fan Xisheng saw before his eyes was a vast mist, and he could not see anything around him. He could only see Song Xueyan curling up in front of her, like a weak willow supporting the wind.

    Fan Xisheng nodded, not daring to think anything about it. Now that he was asking for help, if there was any misunderstanding and his son's life was lost, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

    The two of them walked forward in silence, one behind the other. Although Fan Xisheng did not take a step beyond the thunder pool, he could still feel with the softness and hardness of his feet that he was walking on a rugged mountain road, and the terrain was changeable. It seemed that Zishan should  Very dangerous.

    Because they could not perform Qing Gong, they walked for three cups of tea, and Song Xueyan brought him to the cold lake.

    The formation of Hanhu has been removed by Xiao Yuesheng. As far as I can see, above the lake, Hanyan Pavilion is shrouded in milky white light, like a jade palace and a tower, like a fairyland, unlike the human world.

    "This is the residence of the great uncle, Hall Master Fan, please follow me." Song Xueyan introduced to Fan Xisheng, who was standing blankly. She was gentle and courteous, and her face was as beautiful as jade under the jade light reflected by the cold lake.

    After saying that, she jumped lightly, like a flying swallow, and flew towards the lake. Ten feet away, she stepped on a pine wood corridor.

    Fan Xisheng was awestruck. He didn't expect such a young woman to have such superb Qinggong. It seems that the Shuiyun Sect is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and everyone in the world has been deceived by it!

    In the clear lake, reflecting the bright moon in the sky, he could clearly see the location of the corridor, and jumped up, landing behind Song Xueyan.

    While following Song Xueyan's graceful pace, he swept his gaze and kept looking around. It seemed that this great disciple of the Shuiyun Sect was quite elegant and could build such a wonderful elegant residence. He was not a commoner, and must have a scholarly spirit in his heart.  Extraordinary splendor, like thisPeople are extremely difficult to deal with.

    Behind him, Fan Cunyi trembled slightly again, igniting his suppressed anger. He seemed to see everything in front of him being burned by a raging fire.

    "Uncle, Hall Master Fan is here!" Song Xueyan came to the steps of Hanyan Pavilion and raised her voice towards the room where the light shone through.

    "I know, Xueyan, go back and rest." Xiao Yuesheng's clear voice came from the room.

    Immediately, there was a "squeak" sound, a milky white light came out, the door was opened, and a handsome figure stepped into the light, with his back to them, Fan Xisheng couldn't see his face clearly.

    "Hall Master Fan, I have long admired your name, please come in!" Xiao Yuesheng cupped his fists and cupped his hands, solemnly extending his invitation, but did not go down the steps to greet him.

    ¡°Please¡ª!¡± Fan Xisheng composed himself and did not let what he had just seen affect him. He stepped up the steps and approached the house.
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