Wen Xuan did not find the back that looked like a boy in the house where the students lived. He thought to himself, then jumped into the air and took a brief look at the layout of Lin's house. For a few years, the yard was extremely lively, and maids came in and out. Wen Xuan thought, "That must not be." He also found several slightly colder yards, so he recorded the location, lightly pointed his toes, and looked over like flying.

In the first yard that Wen Xuan found, there were only two book boys and a thin old man. The old man was writing beside the book boy, one was grinding the book boy, and the other was working on paper.

In the second yard, there was an old woman and a few mothers. The old woman was ready to go to bed, and the lights in the yard were all gone.

In the third yard, Wen Xuan felt a little familiar when he walked in, but he couldn't remember it. The pine trees in the yard were slightly blown by the wind under the moon shadow, the pink walls were like ink, and the candlelight shone in the window. Wen Xuan's heart began to pound again, and his legs unconsciously moved towards the window.

The window was half open, and the boy in white was on the other side of the room, facing the window, and was writing something in front of the desk. His back was exactly the same as the boy.

Wen Xuanqiang suppressed his mind, concentrated his spiritual power, and amplified his vision. On the corner of the silk paper hanging from the young man's desk was... it was...deduction technique.

Wen Xuan's breathing stopped.

It's been ten thousand years.

Wen Xuan's blood was about to flow backwards.

Wen Xuan wanted to rush in immediately, but he still closed his eyes and tried hard to calm himself down. What if it wasn't? Wen Xuan was a little "nearby feeling even more timid", but hesitated instead.

Go and see what this person looks like.

Wen Xuan jumped gently from the window and fell down the room quietly, but the boy still heard something and turned his head, but buried his head again and wrote something.

Wen Xuan was quiet and wanted to walk forward, but heard the knock on the door "dongdongdongdongdong".

The man put down his pen, tidy up his clothes, and went to open the door.

Although his slender and fair fingers and the action of holding the crown were still facing Wen Xuan, Wen Xuan was already 90% sure. This time... he didn't find the wrong person.

Wen Xuan flashed to the corner against the wall, and let his emotions swept across his body behind the curtain like a tsunami. Linghua emitted a slight light under the strong impact of the breath. Wen Xuan's tears slowly flowed down.

Neither the knocking door nor the opening door saw a man in yellow clothes holding a sword. The man saluted and called "Brother."

"Ayan, I'm here to tell you something."

"Brother, please speak."

When Wen Xuan finally calmed down a little, the conversation between the two brothers was almost over.

Wen Xuan walked out from behind the curtain, walked gently to a few five steps away from the table opposite them, and stopped.

Look at the man and listen to their conversation.

That side face is exactly the same as his memory.

Wen Xuan raised his head and did not let the tears fall.

"Ayan, I did not report to my father this time that the family challenged me Lin's family. This retreat is a big deal. I still want you to deal with the Baijia."

"Yes, brother."

This sound is low and exudes a kind of magnetic nature.

Wen Xuan was a little surprised. He had never heard the young master's voice.

"Ayan, I know there are some small conflicts between us. We used to be wrong for brothers, so don't take it to your heart."

"Don't worry, brother."

"Tomorrow, you will face Su Jing'an, the leader of the Su clan in the arena. Who is He? Are you sure?"

"have."

"Okay, you can rest early, keep your energy in peace, and fight tomorrow."

"yes."

"Then I'll leave."

"Send to my brother."

The man bowed again, which was the ancient ritual he performed when he first met Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuan smiled happily and a little bitter.

After seeing Lin Jian off, Lin Yan kept looking in Wen Xuan's direction, as if he had noticed something. Wen Xuan thought to himself that since he lived as a senior, only Nuwa, Fuxi and Shennong could discover his existence, and ordinary people could not detect his aura at all. But Lin Yan narrowed his eyebrows and walked straight over.

He hadn't seen that face for ten thousand years.

The frowning expression he once carved on the cliff.

The beige-white clothes appeared in his dreams many times.

Wen Xuan stood without moving. Lin Yan walked to the place where Wen Xuan took a step, looked left and right, and shook his head and went to the desk to calculate.

Wen Xuan quietly walked to the desk and looked at Lin Yan quietly. The corners of his mouth were unconsciously raised, thinking to himself, "I not only found you, but you still have a name and can speak."

Wen Xuan looked at Lin Yan with a good look, and Lin Yan looked around several times without feeling comfortable.

The moment Wen Xuan had no time to avoid his gaze, Lin Yan and Wen Xuan had their eyes facing each other.

Lin Yan was very sure that someone was in the house and said in a deep voice, "Who? Show up."

Wen Xuan thought about it and said that tonight was not a good time to recognize each other. Moreover, Lin Yan would have to fight with the two sect leaders tomorrow. It would be better to wait until the matter is settled and it would not be too late to recognize each other again.

So Wen Xuan jumped out of the window that he had just entered, looked back at the person in the window, and laughed silently again.

Lin Yan clearly felt that there was another person in the house, but he couldn't find it. He searched again, and even opened the door to search, but there was no trace. Lin Yan was very sure of his feelings and couldn't help but think, "Is it an invisibility technique?"

Just as Lin Yan was looking for it, Wen Xuan had already walked outside the yard. He felt a burst of joy in his heart. He wished he could laugh three times at the sky, and even walked lighter.

Wen Xuan returned to the bamboo forest on the road, went to Jue, found the unicorn, and hugged the unicorn hard. The unicorn's nose was venting air. Wen Xuan said, "The person I have been looking for, I've found it." The unicorn jumped up excitedly when he heard this.

Wen Xuan stroked the unicorn's back, "But I'll be wronged for a few days. I'll come to see you when I have time. The invisibility technique I'll give you can last for seven days. Just be in the bamboo forest. I'm not afraid of others hurting you, and I know you won't hurt people casually."

The unicorn circled around in the same place and disappeared.

Wen Xuan was sitting in the bamboo forest and his mood was truly calm. "How should we recognize each other? If the young master doesn't remember me, wouldn't he think I was a liar? But how can we know if he still remembers me..."

Wen Xuan arranged the unicorn, then pinched the invisibility technique, and returned to the boy's yard. This time, Wen Xuan remembered that the layout of this yard was very similar to that of the Song Garden, except for the gurgling stream. No wonder he felt familiar.

"I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional..."

The lights in the window were gone, and Lin Yan had already rested. Wen Xuan thought that after killing Qingzhu many years ago, he slept on the bed, and the young master sat on several tables and slept until dawn.

The window was still half open, but Wen Xuan did not go in again. He lay under the window, looking at the moon that was about to be full on the top of the pine tree, and the halos next to the moon, couldn't help but laugh again and slowly fell asleep.

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