Peach Blossoms

Yue Bin was a silent person. The audience just sat on the table without talking to anyone. When Hua Luo introduced Chu Yin to him, Yue Bin just nodded.

Yue Bin was followed by a woman in green clothes, who pulled Yue Bin's sleeve and asked, "Brother Bin, have you seen my father?"

Yue Bin shook his head, and finally said a word: "Not today."

The woman in green clothes said: "It's really strange, my father didn't come back yesterday, so it's impossible for him to leave me and go back alone."

Zhan Wuming stood behind the woman in green and said: "Really, why don't we go back first, the master must have gone out urgently, and will look for you when he comes back."

Lin Zhenzhen looked around with a bamboo hat, but saw Hua Luo and Chu Yin, and immediately walked over: "Sister Hua Luo, can you help me find my father?"

Hua Luo smiled and replied, "Of course."

Hua Luo turned her head and asked Jing Fang, "Among the disciples today, Patriarch Lin can be seen leaving Wuji Palace?"

Jingfang replied: "There is no disciple who reported Patriarch Lin leaving Wuji Palace."

Everyone knows that the gatekeepers of the Wuji Palace have extraordinary martial arts, and the defense of the Wuji Palace is also impeccable. If there is no one, then there must be no one.

Hua Luo said to Lin Zhenzhen: "Ah...then he must still be in Wuji Palace, so where can Patriarch Lin go? Didn't see anyone all day?"

Lin Zhenzhen was even more anxious when he heard it, and stepped forward to grab Hua Luo's sleeve: "Then please trouble the palace master to find my father."

Hua Luo comforted and patted Lin Zhenzhen's hands. Those hands were as soft as fat and boneless. As soon as they touched Lin Zhenzhen's hands, she trembled in fright. Lin Zhenzhen seemed to suddenly understand what she had just done. After doing something inappropriate, he quickly put down his hand.

Hua Luo said to Jingfang: "Tell our disciples to search in the Wuji Palace with lanterns, and search every corner."

Jingfang lowered her head and replied, "Yes."

Everyone continued to drink and laugh.

After a while, Jing Fang came back and said, "Palace Master, Patriarch Lin has found it."

Lin Zhenzhen hurried forward: "Where is my father?"

Jingfang said to Lin Zhenzhen: "Patriarch Lin was stabbed in the chest with a sword, and fell into a coma deep in the garden. He was only found until now. I have already asked Miss Cheng from the palace to see him."

This girl Cheng is called Cheng Ci, she is a direct disciple of the genius doctor of Medicine Valley, she is a good friend of Hua Luo, and she often stays temporarily in Wuji Palace.

Everyone followed Jingfang to take a look. Hua Luo walked behind the crowd and turned to Chu Yin and said, "If you don't want to see it, you can go back to your room first."

After finally getting along with Hua Luo for a while, Chu Yin naturally shook her head.

Seeing that Chu Yin didn't realize her kindness, Hua Luo raised her brows and scolded, "Idiot."

Chu Yin wondered why Hua Luo was suddenly angry again, seeing her walking forward quickly, she had no choice but to follow.

Patriarch Lin’s guest room was full of people. Chu Yin looked from the crowd, and there was a man lying on the bed. The shirt on his chest was already stained red with blood. Lin Zhenzhen was sitting on the edge of the bed and weeping softly. The stool next to the wound was tearing open the cloth next to the wound, and while applying medicine, he said, "Don't worry, I won't die. The wound looks scary, but it doesn't actually hurt the vitals. Your father just lost too much blood and passed out."

But Lin Zhenzhen said: "Who on earth will harm my father! Our Lin family has not provoked others, and we have no enemies, and..."

Moreover, the Lin family and the Yue family have such a relationship, who would want to fight against the head of the Lin family?

But Lin Yi woke up at this time, and everyone gathered around him, saying in a hurry: "Patriarch Lin, who hurt you?"

Lin Yi seemed to be frightened by the people around him. He felt a pain in his chest when he sat up. Sitting beside the bed was his beloved daughter and a strange woman who was packing up.

The strange woman said to him, "It's because you lost too much blood. Apply your medicine on time. I'll come back in a few days."

Those people were still asking, getting closer and closer, saying, "Who hurt you?"

The Patriarch of the Lin family shook his head and said, "No, no one hurt me, it was me who was not careful..."

Lin Zhenzhen looked up at him suddenly, and said with tears in his eyes, "Daddy! Who are you protecting? Is it someone we know?"

"no no!"

The Patriarch of the Lin family said: "Really, don't talk about it, let's go tomorrow, thank you, Palace Master Hua, for taking care of me, thank you... Miss for helping me."

Covering his chest again, he said, "I'm tired, so please friends go back first."

Everyone wanted to ask again, but the Patriarch of the Lin family didn't say anything and could only walk away.

Chu Yin followed Hua Luo all the time, but saw that the place Hua Luo was going to seemed to be a place for discussion in the palace, surrounded by disciples from Wuji Palace who were dressed in white.

Chu Yin thought it was time to resign.

Hua Luo turned her head and said to her, "Since you want to know, come with me."

Chu Yin followed Hua Luo into the house inexplicably.

Jingfang handed over a sword from the disciple beside her, and said, "This is Patriarch Lin who was injured by this sword."

When Chu Yin saw it, she subconsciously grabbed Feng Ming, and she was terrified. This sword turned out to be Long Xiao...

Hua Luo's eyes saw Chu Yin's face from the sword, Hua Luo smiled and said, "Do you know?"

Chu Yin asked: "I should know... what?"

Hua Luo put away her smile, picked up the Long Xiao, Long Xiao got out of the sheath, the sword was shining brightly against the candlelight, Hua Luo said: "It's really a good sword, but it's a pity..."

Hua Luo said to Chu Yin: "Some facts are in front of you, but this is not all. I can't tell you what you want to know. You have to find the truth yourself."

Chu Yin came out of the house, only to find that the handle of the Fengyin sword in her left hand had been numb with force. She loosened her fingers one by one, but she thought in her heart: Why did the sect master not use Long Xiao long ago, but this Long Xiao is in Wuji? Gong hurt Edward Lam?

After thinking about it, Chu Yin couldn't find a reason, but suddenly found that she had already walked to the courtyard of the guest room, and she was standing in front of the gatekeeper's door.

Chu Yin knocked on the door, and the candlelight inside went out instantly.

"Who?"

"Master, it's me."

"Oh, I heard that you won. You did a good job. Remember to get up early tomorrow and we will go back together. I'm tired, so you can go back to your room and sleep."

Chu Yin still wanted to knock on the door, wanted to ask the truth face to face, raised her hand, but put it down gently.

Chu Yin said: "The disciple knows."

Chu Yin and the door owner left the Wuji Palace in a carriage.

On the tallest tower of the Promise Palace, Hua Luo and Jingfang stood on the top floor and watched their group walk away.

Hua Luo lowered her head and picked up the pen, and added a sentence to the blue booklet. After thinking about it, she added the words "Wuji Palace" after Chu Yin's name.

Jingfang looked at it, and felt that the talented heroic boy in the record was a little strange, especially the last sentence, "wait for the future, Chu Yin is the number one heroine in the world."

If other people in the world knew that Hua Luo recorded such a highly sought-after record of Fenghua, they would probably go crazy.

These are not counted, Jingfang reminded: "Palace Master... Chu Xia is from Zongying Sect."

"I know." Hua Luo didn't raise her head, she washed her brushes, her serious profile was so beautiful and heart-pounding, "Believe it or not, she will come soon."

Hua Luo smiled: "Let's make a bet?"

Jingfang shook her head again and again: "No money."

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