Chapter 1959

1959

"I..." Ye Fan was speechless for a while, what kind of beliefs made this group of spirit-shaping monks go to death brazenly? ! I just don't want to give away too much information! ?

I have to say, maybe the cultivation resources are too cheap, and the monks in this world don't spare their lives at all!

Seeing that the group of people were all dead, Ye Fan immediately ran to the elder who was vomiting blood.

After taking off the opponent's red mask, a weak and pale old face was revealed.

"Say! Why did you kill me!?" Ye Fan grabbed the old man's clothes and asked.

"Do you think... the old man will tell you... ahem..." the old man said, suddenly became ruthless, and grabbed Ye Fan with the remaining hand that could move!

Ye Fan frowned, suddenly sensed something was wrong, and quickly threw the old man away!

As soon as it was thrown out, the old man's body ignited in mid-air, and with a "boom", it exploded into several pieces and burned into ashes!

When the immortal cultivator exploded, the impact force was more violent than those people combined, the whole secret room shook, filled with smoke and dust...

Ye Fan waved his hand, shook his head helplessly, put away the flying sword, and searched in the secret room.

These people died cleanly, even the storage bags on their bodies were destroyed.

In the secret room, apart from some daily living items, there are only some bottles and jars of medicinal materials.

The only thing that interested Ye Fan was that there was a pot of medicine in a large porcelain jar.

The potion tasted similar to vinegar, but Ye Fan tried to put some sundries in it, but it was corroded instantly, leaving no dregs left!

"No wonder you brought me here...the things for destroying corpses and traces are all ready", Ye Fan reckoned that this should be used for destroying corpses.

This group of people's methods are very special, whether it is cultivation methods, tricks, or medicines, Ye Fan has never seen them before.

He thought about it, so he had to go to the library to find clues.

When he came to the secret room, Ye Fan went to the temple and found that it was a deserted area of ​​the imperial city. There are quite a few small places like this on the edge of the imperial city. Because life is inconvenient and the facilities are simple, people have moved away.

A phone call came, and it was Shui Bo.

"Young master! You answered the phone! Where are you? Our car was stolen, and Ah Fu was knocked out halfway! I couldn't reach you just now..."

Hearing Shui Bo's anxious words, Ye Fan smiled and said, "I'm fine. On the way, I found out that it was a car thief who wanted to kidnap me, but I beat him away...I'll drive back by myself now."

Uncle Shui was shocked, "What!? The thief stole the car to kidnap the young master!?"

Ye Fan didn't want to say too much, so he said a few perfunctory words, reassuring the old man that there was no danger, and reassuring him and Su Qingxue.

After all, if it gets out that he killed these people from the Huaxu Clan, many things will be hard to explain.

What surprised Ye Fan was that Ah Fu, his driver, was not killed?

From this point of view, it is reasonable for the Huaxumen to do things. They just want to kill themselves, and they don't want to hurt innocent people...

Ye Fan had a headache and didn't know where he had offended them.

Driving the car, Ye Fan went all the way back to the Hou's Mansion. Su Qingxue and Ye Wanqing were all waiting anxiously. Seeing that he really came back safely, they were relieved.

"Husband! Are you alright? I'm scared to death..." Su Qingxue looked the man up and down, with a worried expression on her face.

"It's my fault, I should have called the princess earlier," Ye Fan said with a smile.

Uncle Shui stroked his chest, and said with a face full of self-reproach: "Young Lord, it's all old slaves who didn't think carefully. Now that Young Lord has become famous and won the jade talisman duel with the Xuanming clan, there must be many jealous people." people.

The old slave will definitely send more people tomorrow to protect the safety of the young master... Otherwise, I will really let the trust of the master and wife go! "

"Uncle Shui, I'm not alright, don't take it to heart..." Ye Fan patted the old man's shoulder with a smile.

"I think it's probably sent by Zhou Qi or Gao Ling, they are shameless! If they can't beat Big Brother, they just play this kind of dirty trick! Who are they scaring!?" Ye Wanqing said angrily.

Ye Fan could only laugh while listening to their speculations, and he didn't want to mention the Hua Xumen either.

In case this Huaxu sect is a very dangerous existence, if the family members know about it, they will cause trouble instead.

In the end, Uncle Shui went to the government to report the case. Whether he can find out is another matter...

During dinner, Ye Wanqing said excitedly: "Brother, I have good news for you!

Wenqu Pavilion sent you an invitation today, saying that they hope to invite you to join Wenqu Pavilion, and to participate in the 'Linlang Night Banquet' for a few days! "

Ye Fan was munching on some kind of seafood, wondering: "Wenqu Pavilion? Linlang Banquet? What is it?"

"Husband, Wenqu Pavilion is the most prestigious literati organization in Dazheng. The current pavilion owner is the former Grand Tutor Zhang Sheng. Mr. Zhang is full of peaches and plums, and my father is also his student.

The Linlang Night Banquet is held once a year, and it is a grand gathering of literati from all over the world to recite poems and write lyrics... I am in the palace, so I look forward to it every year, the good poems that come out of the Linlang Night Banquet..."

Su Qingxue's eyes glowed and she said: "I never thought that my husband would be invited just after he became famous. I am really happy for my husband!"

Ye Wanqing also handed over a beautiful invitation card and said, "Look, big brother, the invitations have all been sent, even Grand Tutor Zhang recognizes big brother's talent!"

"Please, please... I don't want to be a great writer, forget it", Ye Fan waved his hands again and again, he really didn't want to be a copywriter anymore.

"Brother! Linlang Banquet! Even if you have power and power, you can't just go in casually! Even if you are kind, take us in to see and see..." Ye Wanqing looked depressed, "It's the first time I see you so unwilling famous".

Ye Fan still shook his head, "Whether I'm going or not, it's important, I have to go to the academy to study..."

"You...you don't see how much your sister-in-law is looking forward to, so can't you think about her?

The princess's sister-in-law is thinking about it, and finally I have the opportunity to visit the scene in person, and you don't want to spend the whole night..." Ye Wanqing pouted.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, looked at Su Qingxue, and caught a look of disappointment in the woman's eyes.

Su Qingxue smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, Husband, I know you don't like being arty, so if you don't go, you won't be upset.

What's more, the weather is cold, and if I go to the banquet at night, I may also catch the cold, so it's better not to go..."

Ye Fan couldn't bear to hear it for a while, thinking, at worst, he could just eat and not write poems.

"Girl, are you sure that you can bring your sister-in-law in?" Ye Fan asked Ye Wanqing.

Ye Wanqing was overjoyed, and nodded vigorously, "Yes! Every literati participating in the meeting can bring two people into the venue, because there are usually accompanying schoolboys and maids."

Ye Fan sighed, patted the invitation card, "Okay, you keep it for me...I'll take you to see and see."