One thousand three hundred and sixty-four: Being blamed
"..."
Zhihua had long been used to Yan Wan's bullshit. Hearing this, he just slightly rolled his eyes and pursed his thin lips to prevent himself from laughing out loud.
Although many of Yan Wan's words were extremely vulgar and explicit, Zhihua... and even most people in the Yan family felt that what their young master said was quite reasonable.
Throughout ancient and modern times, those literati and poets, who are so-called poets, mostly have only a few reasons for their rise in poetry - being demoted, falling out of love, having a friend die, missing home, and missing women (men).
Laifu hurried over, pointed in a certain direction, and whispered: "Master, there are people over there. There are only three or four of them, and they all have swords. I think they are Jianghu people."
"I won't offend anyone unless they offend me."
Yan Wan shook his head indifferently, and then changed his voice: "But as the old saying goes, be prepared before there is any danger. I ordered you to go down, quench the poison on the weapons, and be prepared, just in case."
"..." When everyone heard this, they had such expressions on their faces.
Ever since Yan Wan wandered around, his personality has changed a lot since he came back. In the words of his father, Yan Xin... he can be regarded as an old man. It seems that he has learned a lot of experience from what he has experienced.
If nothing else, let’s look at it now.
The water bottles of all those accompanying them were Yin-Yang pots made by skilled craftsmen. Everyone carried hidden weapons and poisons produced by the Tang Sect, and their dry food was also mixed with hallucinogenic poisons.
When eating and drinking on weekdays, you must follow a certain procedure. Take the antidote first, and then take it into your mouth. If others move around at will... I'm afraid they will die in a mysterious way.
After leaving the customs, there were no traces of people around, and all we could see was a desert of yellow sand. Yan Wang and his party still have a carriage. In this desert, it is naturally a little green among thousands of flowers - it is particularly conspicuous.
There was no accident. Not long after, the three or four people mentioned by Laifu appeared not far away.
Two women, two men. They are all equipped with swords, wearing brown cloaks and hats.
"Oh It turns out they are from Yunnan." Yan Wan narrowed his eyes and looked at several people from head to toe. Finally, he landed on the iron box emblem hanging on their waists, and he felt suddenly.
What is there in Yunnan is nothing more than insect poison. This group of people is either from the Five Poisons Sect or the Xingxu Sect. No matter who they are, they are not easy to get along with.
After all, people who play drugs are always disliked.
For example, even if the Tang Sect has done nothing bad, its reputation in the world is still divided between good and evil, and it is classified as a heretic.
They are better. Similar to the ones in front of me, whether it is the Five Poisons or the Stars, they have been classified by the martial arts as evil sects and crooked ways, which are worse than heretical ways.
At this time, a man raised his hands and clasped his fists, and asked loudly: "May I ask if it's the Yan family, Master Yan, in person?"
Zhihua's pretty face changed and he whispered: "Master, they actually know our identity? Could it be..."
"Ahem, look at the carriage." Yan Wu raised his forehead, wondering why he, the little maid, was so cute. The Yan family logo on the carriage is so big that anyone with some knowledge can recognize it.
"..." Zhihua blinked his big eyes, his jade face turned red, and he weakly shrank behind him, his head almost buried in the sand.
Yan Wang cleared his throat, stood up with his hands behind his back, walked a few steps, came to a few people, and said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, our Yan family doesn't seem to have anything to do with Yunnan, right?"
At this time, several other people glanced at each other, looked at each other vaguely, and shook their heads quietly.
"Interesting." Who is Yan Wan? He has a lot of experience in the three religions and nine streams, and he is still a traitor. With a glance, he can see the expressions and movements of these people.
The man was silent for a while and asked again: "May I ask, sir, have you ever passed by Linjiang some time ago?"
Yan Wan was stunned for a moment, confusion evident on his face: "Linjiang? I've never been there."
Although that place is called Linjiang, it has only one branch. The water is shallow and there are many interruptions. Even Sha Tianhu's Shadowless Thieves are too lazy to go there for a stroll.
Only a caravan with a lot of sand sculptures would pass there. Do you think your boat can run on land?
(Following the plot setting, the author chose the name "Huai Chai", and the place names were all random, not representative of real geography)
Seeing that his reaction did not seem to be fake and that his companion denied it, the man also realized that he seemed to have been tricked and deceived.
The smile on Yan Wan's face gradually faded, and his gentle temperament became as aggressive as a sharp blade emerging from his eyes: "I seem to have been scapegoated?"
"Forehead……"
The man laughed dryly, took off his pocket to reveal his true face, and nodded apologetically: "Some time ago, a traitor appeared in our Five Poison Sect and stole the sect's treasures.
I tracked him all the way to the vicinity of Linjiang and found that the traitor was dead. After some inquiring, I learned that he seemed to have been in contact with a noble prince before his death, and he called himself... Yan Wan. "
Yan Huan suddenly realized: "It is not uncommon for people with the same name and surname, not to mention that for people in the world, some code names are not surprising. Maybe you heard the name of King Yama, not Yan Wang of our sect San Yan."
But the man shook his head: "That's not the case. He left his name at the inn, and the shopkeeper once said that it was indeed the token of the Yan family."
"interesting."
Yan Wan frowned and said thoughtfully: "It seems that that person has already planned to throw dirty water on my Yan family's head. But I am very curious, since he can make fake tokens, why doesn't he do something Where’s the disguise?”
As soon as these words came out, the four of them looked at each other.
After a long while, one of the women smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid it's not that he doesn't want to, but that he has never met Young Master Yan. Young Master Yan has only recently entered the world of martial arts for the first time, and has traveled in Suzhou, Hangzhou and other places. I am lucky enough to have met Young Master Yan." I'm afraid there are very few of them."
Yan Wang asked: "Then how did you catch up?"
The woman holds her sword and crosses her arms, looking for the bookstore www. zhaoshuyuan.comｍ said softly: "We heard in the Jianghu that the Princess of Xixia sent out famous invitations to recruit young talents from all over the world to choose her consort.
Whether they are martial arts sects, secular businessmen, or famous families, they all send famous invitations. So we guess, sir, you may also receive a famous post.
And according to the businessman's plan, even if he didn't intend to marry the princess, he would still have plans to expand his business, so he gave up the idea of going to Yan's house and came directly here. "
Yan Wan listened and said nothing more. He quietly made a gesture to Laifu and others with his hand behind his back. The intimidating aura dissipated from his body, and he once again became the gentle gentleman he was at the beginning.
"Sit down first and take a rest before talking." He smiled and said as he walked: "Let me guess, have you, the Five Poison Sects, also received a prestigious invitation?"
The woman looked at him in surprise: "How do you know, Master?"
"And you still refused, right?" Yan Huan continued to ask with a hint of understanding in his eyes.