Another night of wind blowing through the bamboos. This year's summer in Yanjing is much cooler than in previous years, with cool breezes almost every night.

The next morning, Zhao Yulin was the first to get up and leave his room. He went to the courtyard to meditate and cultivate his energy. He saw bamboo leaves all over the courtyard turning green, falling on the open space paved with rain flower stones, a thick layer, exuding the unique fragrance of bamboo.

He meditated and closed his eyes, his mind and consciousness were once again immersed in a world full of golden light, but the majestic and domineering golden dragon of that day was still nowhere to be seen.

Two hours later, Zhao Yulin gradually noticed something strange.

Although there is no record of the trajectory of internal Qi in the chapter of the evil dragon and the evil contract, the Qi in his body seemed to be attracted by something and flowed naturally as the days passed.

It was peaceful and gentle, and there was no trace to be found.

When he was in Mao County, he also entered a meditative state to heal his injuries. At that time, he found some clues, but they were not obvious, and he could not be sure whether there was a reason. After all, he himself had no mental training, and his Qi was usually carried out in the simplest route, running the so-called Zhoutian in the body.

Occasionally, the internal Qi would be turbulent and flow along another trajectory, so when he was in Mao County, he attributed the abnormality to the usual fluctuations of Qi and felt that it was very normal.

However, the movement of Qi at this time deviated too much from the usual trajectory.

Zhao Yulin tried to force the internal Qi back to the most commonly used meridians, and succeeded, but it was not as comfortable as the abnormal trajectory just now.

"Is this the Qi trajectory of the evil dragon evil ticket?"

Thinking of something, Zhao Yulin decided to take a gamble and gave up the control of the internal Qi. Soon, the invisible and intangible Qi returned to the unfamiliar road and floated towards the spiritual platform of the eyebrow center.

The Qi was sometimes light and sometimes heavy. After floating to the eyebrow center, it gradually condensed and slowly fell back to the Qi sea at the waist.

This is a small Zhoutian cycle.

Zhao Yulin sat cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard like an immortal who was cultivating Taoism. He breathed in the fresh morning air, which was refreshing and cool.

Zhuxi Garden was in a really good location. Compared with the noisy Yanjing city, the environment was countless times more beautiful.

The morning light wet his clothes. After sitting in silence for about two hours, Zhao Yulin heard a sound.

There were cicadas chirping, which was absolutely inaudible in the city, and the rustling of bamboo leaves, as well as cars passing by early in the villa area. The sound of

a

broom

sweeping bamboo leaves.

The servants in the villa had already started working. They must have been quite resentful of the strong wind that blew last night. Their work didn't have to be so troublesome. Most of the time, they just swept the yard a few times symbolically, because the yard was very clean and just sweeping away the dust was enough.

These people tacitly didn't talk or chat. Maybe they were afraid of being too noisy and disturbing the owner's rest, or maybe they saw someone in the yard with a peaceful face and couldn't bear to disturb him.

In short, after dawn, this area was still as quiet as before.

Zhao Yulin closed his eyes and nodded to the nearest sweeping lady as a good morning, then got up and went into the kitchen.

Leng Hanshuang also got up and prepared breakfast for today.

Amid the rising steam from the pots and pans, the busy figures seemed bloated, and could not capture any of their original gracefulness.

Not only did she wear a human skin mask, she also disguised her body shape. From head to toe, she looked like a real middle-aged woman.

But she was Leng Hanshuang, the only female disciple of Feng Duanyun of Yangdanlu.

"It seems that you had a pleasant conversation with the young master of the Tang family."

Aunt Leng said with a rough voice.

She was absorbed in making soup, but her alertness and perception had not become dull. Although Zhao Yulin habitually walked quietly, she still didn't need to look back to know that there was an extra person behind her, and she knew who this person was.

Zhao Yulin may have surpassed his senior sister in martial arts, but in terms of perception, it will probably take a long time for him to surpass Leng Hanshuang, who has been undercover in Rose for eight years.

"We didn't talk much. I just asked him if he wanted to spend a few days in Yanjing or go back to Shu directly." Zhao Yulin found a pure and pollution-free farm tomato, and took a bite without washing it.

It was sweet and thirst-quenching, and the juice moistened the throat.

Leng Hanshuang smiled and didn't ask Tang Rufeng what his final choice was, because the result was obvious. Tang Rufeng was sleeping in the guest room of the villa at this time.

"When you were still young, of course the young master of the Tang family was also young at that time. I remember that the master mentioned him and praised him. It seems that he said that in Sichuan and Shu, the young man of the Tang family was the best in talent and character. Unfortunately, he was born in a famous family and had his own family knowledge to pass on. The master could not take the child away and accept him as his own disciple due to moral constraints." She said.

"Is there such a thing?"

Zhao Yulin had never heard the old man talk about it before.

Leng Hanshuang continued, "The Tang Sect started out as a forging sect, and is an expert in hidden weapons and poisons. Their martial arts skills are actually not as good as those passed down by the Yangdan House. If the master really came to the sect and offered to accept a disciple, the Tang Sect would not refuse."

"The inheritance of the two branches of the Yangdan House is a great temptation for people in the martial arts world. If the old man is really interested, how could he not accept it?" Zhao Yulin was very interested in this story.

Leng Hanshuang said, "I was only five or six years old at the time, and my understanding was limited. I guess my master didn't explain it very clearly. In short, it ended in nothing. Otherwise, you and the young master of the Tang family might be brothers now."

Zhao Yulin stuck out his tongue to scrape off the remaining tomato juice from the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Senior sister, do you want me to be gentle with him?"

Leng Hanshuang didn't give a direct answer, but said, "That child is very smart. Although he missed the fate of master and apprentice in our family, he grew up in the Tang Sect and has good luck. It is basically certain that he will succeed the Tang Sect leader in the future."

Zhao Yulin nodded, understanding what his senior sister meant.

As for taking advantage of others, it's not like he hasn't done this before. It's not despicable, but it's a technical job that requires a lot of eyesight.

...

Zhou Caifeng and her brother still live in Zhuxiyuan Villa and cannot go back to Zhou Family Manor. When Zhou Haiming and his wife were alive, it was their home, but now it is a den of wolves and tigers.

What puzzles Zhao Yulin is why the old man in the Zhou family, who has the most weight of words, would allow Zhou Haige to kill his own grandchildren.

Zhou Caifeng seems to be unaware of the cat's poop, but Zhou knows a little bit about it, but every time he mentions it, he is very evasive and always uses "I will know later" to prevaricate.

"You can stay here without worry. I have talked to Mr. Sun. He is not very welcoming, but from what he said, it seems that he has deep resentment towards the Zhou family." Zhao Yulin said, pinching Zhou Caifeng's two small hands, which were slightly cold.

After staying in Hualong Valley for a few days, the cold there froze the hands of this well-dressed girl.

But fortunately, the frostbite was not serious, just a little swollen, without frostbite, and the soft and slender fingers looked fatter than before.

After breakfast, he took the two siblings out and strolled around the city, mainly talking about this matter.

Zhou had the feeling that he was being used as a light bulb, and kept a distance from the two of them. He looked at the sun that was not yet scorching, and raised his eyebrows and said, "The Zhou family is no longer the Zhou family of the past."

Zhao Yulin ignored his brother-in-law. It would be useless to pay attention to him anyway. He never liked to do useless work, even if it was just a few words.

Sun Leling wanted to go out with them to get some fresh air, but was ruthlessly rejected by her own bodyguard. She was very resentful. At this time, Zhao Yulin's mobile phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and opened it. It was a secretly filmed video sent by Chen Siyao. In the video, Miss Sun was viciously stabbing the villain with a needle.

Zhao Yulin couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. Isn't this guy too vindictive?

"Why not call Le Ling out and Si Yao to come together? It will be more lively with more people." Zhou Caifeng saw the picture on the phone screen clearly, and her expression was slightly embarrassed.

Zhao Yulin was a little surprised, and then said, "Forget it. You are very uncomfortable in Zhuxi Garden. You should find some opportunities to relax, otherwise I am afraid you will get sick."

"I don't dislike Le Ling." Zhou Caifeng explained, but words are sometimes really pale.

Although what she said was completely sincere, Zhao shook his head: "I don't like to let people who follow me suffer grievances."

Zhou Caifeng felt mixed emotions. People who follow you?

Zhou Yidian came forward at the right time, grabbed Zhao Yulin and whispered something, then Zhao Yulin's face suddenly became strange, and he said unnaturally: "I mean, my woman."

The dense clouds on Zhou Caifeng's pretty face dissipated and returned to clearness.

The cold soldier king in his first love was relieved, patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder, and was extremely satisfied with this dog-headed military advisor.

The three of them went around and visited the most prosperous areas in Yanjing. Finally, the girl in high heels was tired, so she led her boyfriend and brother into the coffee shop they usually liked and sat for a while.

"What to drink?"

After Zhou Caifeng sat down, she looked at Zhao Yulin first, with little stars in her eyes that Zhou Yidian had never seen.

So Zhou was a little unhappy: "Sister, you always asked me first before!"

"You order it yourself."

The neat response from his elder sister made the youngest son of the Zhou family feel very hurt. He said to the beautiful waitress with a full and lost look, "the same old thing", then crossed his fingers and supported his head, staring at Zhao Yulin with despair.

"I drink what you usually drink."

Zhao Yulin seemed to be unaware of the resentment coming towards him, and said to Zhou Caifeng in a neutral tone. He learned it by himself. Zhou Caifeng smiled sweetly and looked up at the girl waiting on the side: "Two cups of Blue Mountain, more milk but no sugar, thank you."

When she spoke, Zhao Yulin also met Zhou Yidian's eyes. The Sixth Soldier King asked indifferently: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhou Yidian said weakly: "Brother-in-law, I suddenly feel a little unwelcome to you."

"Oh."

Zhao Yulin still had no expression on his face. He raised his hand from under the table, his thumb pressing on his bent middle finger, with a Cha Cha brand melon seed between his fingers.

Then he straightened his middle finger and flicked the melon seed out. Zhou Yidian was unable to dodge and was hit on the tip of his nose. Then a voice without much emotion rang out.

"If you are not welcome, just bear with it."

Zhou Yidian covered his nose which was a little painful from being hit, tears in his eyes: "What should I do if I can't bear it!"

"Bear with grit your teeth."

Zhao Yulin's lifeless voice rang out again, extremely unreasonable.

The waitress next to him couldn't help laughing, and was finally amused by the family dispute in front of her.