My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 44 The Uninvited Guest (2 in 1, please read and collect)
Uncle Tai, who was still immersed in missing his goddaughter, his expression changed when he heard this.

Li Cheng's words were an unexpected turn of events, leaving Uncle Tai without any preparation.

But after Uncle Tai was stunned for a moment, he once again put on a smiling and honest expression and admitted generously:
"Yes, that person was killed by me."

After clearing up the doubts in his heart, Li Cheng then continued to ask in a deep voice:

“I’m not surprised that demonic forces can penetrate into the northern border.

But why, in this humble Qingquan Town, or Liaoxi County? "

After hearing this, Uncle Tai thought secretly for a moment, and then smiled with a hint of amusement:
"Young hero, you are a smart man. Since you already have a guess in your mind, you might as well just say what you want to ask."

Hearing this, Li Cheng turned his head and sat back on the wooden chair, looking over the eaves at the simple swing in the courtyard:

"Xiaoyi told me that a long time ago, her father made a similar swing for her and her sister.

In addition, she also mentioned that their family of four has lived here for a long time.

Therefore, this courtyard is actually the former residence of the contemporary Demon Lord, so you will pay special attention to Qingquan Town..."

Having said this, Li Cheng asked in a natural tone:

"What I'm curious about is, what happened back then to make the regent of the demon clan live in seclusion here with his wife and daughter?"

The seemingly simple question suddenly exploded in the room like thunder.

Uncle Tai quietly suppressed his smile and reminded him seriously:
"Young hero, this is not your business."

“Maybe it wasn’t the case before, but it is now.”

There was a faint smile in Li Cheng's narrow eyes, and his tone was still relaxed:

"Xiaoyi and I are husband and wife, so it wouldn't be too much to ask about my father-in-law's past.

Or is it that Uncle Tai, like Uncle Dong, also thinks that we are just playing house and drinking? "

Uncle Tai:......

Facing the other party's seemingly reasonable doubts, Uncle Tai was silent for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

In fact, Li Cheng also knew very well that Uncle Tai could not answer his question.

And the reason why he asked this question was simply because of what was above and what was in it.

Seeing that Uncle Tai was silent for a moment, Li Cheng chuckled and continued:
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I don't know much about the demon clan. Can you please tell me, Uncle Tai?"

"What do you want to know, young hero?" Uncle Tai asked in a cautious voice.

"Anything will do, such as the Demon Clan's Elder Council, the Thirteenth Prince, the Palace Department and the Imperial City Department...

Uncle Dong, you can talk about whatever you want, I can listen to whatever you want, I won’t be picky. "

"But what if I don't say anything?" Uncle Tai asked again tentatively.

"That's okay," Li Cheng still had a chuckle on his lips, stood up and stretched, and said:

"It's just that the next few days should be a bit boring."

After that, without waiting for a response, he walked straight into the courtyard.

When he crossed the threshold and passed under the eaves, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind:

"Wait a minute, young man!"

Uncle Tai took three steps at a time to catch up with Li Cheng, and then smiled again:

"Well, if I can say anything, I must answer Young Xia knowingly.

I also hope that the young hero can tell me what happened in the underground palace of Langlang Mountain last night? "

"Of course," Li Cheng smiled and nodded, and then added:

"It's still a long time. In addition to chatting, I also have some questions about spiritual practice. I would like to ask Uncle Tai to answer my questions."

"Haha, then my guidance can't be in vain. Young hero, you have to cook some good dishes to reward me."

Two people, one large and one small, were smiling at each other in Qiuchen's yard.

The atmosphere seems to be pleasant.

……

……

Four days later.

The sky above Qingquan Town was gray and it looked like a storm was coming and the buildings were filled with wind.

A flat-bottomed wooden boat travels in the river, allowing you to have a panoramic view of the local customs and customs on the shore.

Dean Yuan, who was dressed in gray clothes, felt inexplicably agitated when he heard the shouts from all around.

But looking at the calm-looking Ye Liyan across from him, he patiently reminded him softly:

"Mr. Ye, the spies are here to report that the carriages of the three elders will arrive in Xihe City in two hours at the latest."

"Yeah, I get it." Looking at the crowds of people on the river bank, Ye Liyan said without any emotion:
"There's still enough time, let's go meet Kong Tongsheng first."

After saying that, he turned around and saw Dean Yuan hesitant to speak, and laughed in a low voice:

"If you have any ideas, dean, you can just say it. If it makes sense, I will definitely not ignore it."

After hesitating for a moment, Dean Yuan showed an expression of displeasure:

"In the past few days, in order to look for that great sage in the mountains, sir, you have traveled through mountains and rivers, lived in the wind and slept in the open, and Yuan Mou has noticed it all, but..."

There was a pause in his words. Even though Yuan Hong, who was over fifty years old, considered himself to be very well-educated, his voice still had a bit of anger:
"Forget about those people before, let's just talk about Fan Xiucai whom we met in Qingquan Town today.

He is obviously a scholar, but he is willing to marry a butcher's daughter. After meeting his husband, he is submissive and dare not say anything.

But when he heard that he had the opportunity to be awarded the title of Juren, he went crazy with joy... Alas! "

With a long sigh, Dean Yuan could not help but feel sad and said:

"In my humble opinion, people like Fan Xiucai are not worth your time.

Including Kong Tongsheng, who was not even a scholar, they could never write those magnificent four sentences. "

"Ye Mou knows what you said."

Ye Liyan had a slight smile on his lips and looked at Dean Yuan calmly:
"But Dean, you need to be clear. Although the results are crucial, the process and attitude are also important."

The answer contained a profound meaning, but Dean Yuan was immediately enlightened.

He suddenly understood why Ye Liyan did such useless work.

Regardless of the final outcome of this matter, the other party's reputation as a polite corporal will definitely not escape.

So much so that after hearing about it, the real great sage from the mountains and fields might take refuge in him... No, he showed up on his own initiative.

high!It's really high!

"Yuan, I somewhat understand what sir means."

"Ah."

Ye Liyan responded softly, and looking at Dean Yuan's pale goatee, Ye Liyan couldn't say anything like 'a boy can be taught'.

Dean Yuan raised his head and glanced at the gloomy sky. He suddenly thought of something and looked at the other party quickly:

"Sir, there is one more thing, about the bricks and tiles with mysterious patterns found in Langlang Mountain that night."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the other party, with just the right amount of admiration in his eyes:
"Several gold and stone masters invited from Hedong saw it and agreed with my husband's opinion. They also thought it was a demonic thing."

After taking the note and looking at it for a few times, Ye Liyan's eyes darkened:

"I remember that I found a collapsed cave entrance in the mountain. Is there any way to reopen it?"

Hearing this, Dean Yuan shook his head and carefully explained:

“Sir, it’s not Liaoxi County that refuses to do its best.

It’s just that the craftsmen said that the tunnel in the cave is very deep, and if it is really necessary to dig it up again, the manpower and material resources required are really difficult to calculate..."

"Don't do things that waste people and money,"

The words interrupted the embarrassed Dean Yuan, and Ye Liyan ordered in a light tone:
"I will make a decision after I return to Jixia Academy to consult my mentor.

Also, there is no need to inquire about the whereabouts of the two strong men, the Confucian School's Si Liyuan will take over later.

The shaking of the mountain was a bit weird this time, but fortunately there were no casualties, and it is necessary to appease the frightened people. "

"Sir, benevolence and righteousness!"

Hearing Dean Yuan's compliment, Ye Liyan smiled indifferently.

The smile seemed a little perfunctory.

He turned his head to look at the river, and found that he was passing by another small boat.

The face of the other boatman who was rowing the oar was dark, and when he saw him looking over, he showed a wild and innocent smile.

The ordinary-looking young man sitting on the boat smiled at him.

Do not know why,

At this moment, Ye Liyan felt inexplicably heavy in his heart.

It seemed like there was a huge mountain above my head.

But he didn't think much about it and smiled politely at the young man opposite.

The two ships going in opposite directions soon opened some distance.

Turning his head to look at the other's lazy back, Ye Liyan narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought for a while.

Dean Yuan, who sensed something was wrong, immediately asked:
"Sir, is there something wrong with those two people? Do you need to stop them?"

"No need," Ye Liyan, who had come back to his senses, looked at the thin face reflected in the river and said to himself:
"Maybe it's because I'm too tired these days."

……

……

"Uncle Tai, where did you say just now?"

Li Cheng, who was sitting at the stern of the boat, secretly felt the sight coming from behind, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

When they passed by each other just now, none of them released any energy, and they all looked like ordinary people without any cultivation.

But by coincidence, several years ago, Li Cheng met Yuan Hong by chance.

As for the young man who could allow the dean of Liaoxi Academy to accompany him on the boat, apart from the favored princes, there were only a handful of people from the Confucian sect.

Li Cheng guessed the other party's identity when he saw the other party's spotless blue shirt.

It should be the senior brother he has never met before, Ye Liyan.

A humble gentleman who is rumored to have the legacy of ancient sages.

Of course, although the other party has a good reputation, he is also considered to be rich in beauty and well-read.

But compared with the most popular banished immortal in the world, he still pales in comparison.

Li Cheng didn't expect to meet Ye Liyan in this place.

But this also means that the risk of their identity being exposed is greatly increased.

Uncle Tai, who was rocking the oar, also knew this and answered with a smile:

"Young hero, I just mentioned the old man from Widow Pan's house."

"Oh, right," Li Cheng looked at the food stalls on the shore and said casually:
"This tofu tastes really good, white and tender, delicious."

The two chatted casually.

Until Ye Liyan's boat can no longer be seen,
Uncle Tai immediately lowered his voice and spoke at a volume that only the two of them could hear:
"Aqiang and I met the two people on the boat just now at the foot of Langlang Mountain that night."

Li Cheng nodded and continued: "They are from the Confucian sect, and their status is not low."

Hearing this, Uncle Tai frowned unconsciously, remembering the scene that night when the sword energy turned into snow.

And, poems full of youthful spirit felt when the snow falls.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess that there must be an inexplicable connection between that poem and the young man in front of me.

It's just that although the other party knows people from the Confucian sect, what is his identity...

As his thoughts surged, he heard the other party ask repeatedly:

"Uncle Tai, where did you say just now?"

After coming back to his senses, Uncle Tai was stunned for a moment and then immediately reacted.

The content of their previous chat was certainly not about Widow Pan’s tofu.

It was only when he happened to meet Ye Liyan that Uncle Tai suddenly changed the topic elsewhere.

He chuckled twice and said with a relaxed tone:

"I just mentioned the personal bodyguard directly under the Demon Lord, the Palace Chief...

Young hero, looking at your calm look, you don't seem to be worried about being discovered by those in the Confucian sect. "

As he spoke, Uncle Tai had a simple smile on his face, without any hint of nervousness.

"is it?"

Looking at the foggy scenery in the distance, Li Cheng withdrew his gaze and looked at Uncle Tai lazily:
"Uncle Tai, you said that nothing will go wrong in this three-quarter acre of land in Qingquan Town. I believe it."

"Haha," upon hearing this, the smile on Uncle Tai's face became deeper:
"Young hero, you are right, just believe in your Uncle Tai.

Even if they did notice something, they could only scratch their heads and no outsiders would find the small courtyard. "

Hearing this, a strange color flashed secretly in Li Cheng's narrow eyes.

Do not know why,

Uncle Tai's confident words sounded like an old general on the stage.

The back is full of flags.

……

……

on the bank of the river.

Widow Pan, a mature woman but still retaining some charm, brought a bowl of hot old tofu to the stone table:

"Sir, your tofu is ready, please use it slowly."

After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Widow Pan couldn't help but looked at the diners a few more times as she walked back.

The reason is also very simple, only strange.

This tofu stall is close to the river, and there are many people coming from the south to the north, which can be described as a mixed bag of fish and dragons.

But it is indeed rare to see a person sitting on a stone bench with a mustache and looking like a Japanese melon.

Feeling the different eyes around me,

The man looked away from the river and sneered to himself indifferently.

He looked down at the milky white tofu in the bowl,
He picked up the chopsticks and hung his hands in the air. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes full of disgust.

quickly,

He put the chopsticks back to their original places without touching the food in the bowl, and put the copper coins on the stone table.

Before getting up and leaving the stall, he glanced at Widow Pan coldly.

Then, the man left along the river bank without looking back.

Seeing the other person's figure disappear, the frightened Widow Pan couldn't help but spit.

The way the other party looked at her was full of condescending contempt.

This made Widow Pan angry, but also a little frightened.

Could it be that someone discovered that I fed Dalang medicine back then?

……

……

The gloomy night once again enveloped the small courtyard deep in the forest.

The drizzle was like silk, constantly dripping on the eaves, making a pattering sound.

Under the eaves,

Uncle Tai picked up a chopstick of mutton from the sizzling copper hot pot, blew in the hot air, and showed an expression of enjoyment after eating it in his mouth:
"Fragrant, really fragrant."

Li Cheng, who was sitting across from him, smiled and filled the other man's empty wine glass with rice wine.

At this moment, Uncle Tai has fully implemented the principle of not talking when eating or sleeping.

To be more precise, he only cared about eating meat and had no intention of chatting.

Li Cheng picked up a piece of pine mushroom from the pot, dipped it in the garlic paste, and started chewing it.

at the same time,

He raised his eyes to look at the courtyard door in the rain, his eyes vaguely expecting something.

This is the sixth night separated from Xiaoyi.

miss her.

After swallowing the mushrooms, Li Cheng thought about picking up another piece of cabbage with chopsticks.

When he just dipped the tip of his chopsticks into the boiling water.

Li Cheng suddenly felt something and turned his head to look outside the courtyard.

Uncle Tai also turned his head suddenly.

Not long after,

The sound of knocking on the door passed through the sound of rain and reached the ears of the two people sitting opposite.

In the mist, the two looked at each other silently.

Everyone can see the wary look in each other's eyes.

Because they all knew very well that the person knocking on the door outside the courtyard at this moment was not Xiang Yi.

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