In late spring, the misty and rain willow city.

Zhu Yanyin leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes full of anticipation: "From the divine doctor, when will my martial arts cultivation be restored?"

Before the doctor could answer, the person standing next to him couldn't help it: "Second brother, wake up, our Zhu family doesn't have that kind of thing at all."

Zhu Yanyin didn't believe it: "I am now lost, so naturally you will talk nonsense."

Zhu Yanhui really struggled to figure out why the second brother went out for a walk and turned out like this when he came back. Logically speaking, the bandits just snatched away his bag and did not draw their swords to hurt people. Why did they get scared to death? It shouldn't be. This is too embarrassing.

Zhu Yanyin: "Brother, I'm not stupid."

Zhu Yanhui: "No, you are stupid."

Otherwise, the second young master of Zhu Mansion, a famous and talented man, would suddenly become interested in the great sword in the blacksmith shop? He kept saying "martial arts and cultivation" and "gathering the divine light". The doctor invited wave after wave, but no one could cure the strange disease of amnesia and rumor. In the end, he only prescribed a bunch of warm and nourishing preservation prescriptions. Zhu Yanyin's face was red, his spirit was shining, and he was making trouble for the whole family in a variety of ways.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yanhui was so angry that he was so angry.

It was still cold in spring, and the fire brazier in the house was not warm. Zhu Yanyin pulled up the quilt and retracted his chin, revealing only a pair of slightly upward-looking peach blossom eyes. He was thin and his ink hair was scattered randomly, showing a rare haggard and sickness, and he could not be beaten or scolded.

Zhu Yanhui had to patiently repeat: "Our Zhu Mansion is a family of scholars."

Zhu Yanyin said in his heart, I know, you repeat 800 times this day, and the family of scholarly families will have calluses in their ears.

But the scholarly family and the heroes of the martial arts world are not in conflict with each other.

So he had a sudden whim: "Can I be taken over by someone?"

Zhu Yanhui looked at him in surprise.

Zhu Yanyin sat up a little with a little excited expression: "You must have heard of resurrecting the corpse, right?"

Zhu Yanhui really didn't understand where he suddenly became excited, and he was full of confusion. He ordered his servant to get the account book and said coldly: "Finish reading it first and then talk about whether to take the body."

Zhu Yanyin opens—

On the fifth day of the second month, Lao Wang’s blacksmith shop had eighteen peerless swords.

On the sixth day of the second month, the Chengnan Inquiry Bookstore, "From the Introduction to the Master of Dragon Subduing Palm" has 49 volumes.

On the seventh day of the second month, an alchemy furnace was built at home.

On the eighth day of the second month, a few materials are needed for newly purchased alchemy.

On the ninth day of the second month, the alchemy furnace exploded.

...

Zhu Yanhui asked: "Do you know why you can mess around so much at will?"

Zhu Yanyin glanced at the total amount of money he spent during this period and replied piously and respectfully: "I understand, because I am the real son of Zhu's family. Don't worry, brother, I will never mention the matter of taking over the body."

Then Zhu Yanyin didn't mention it again. Firstly, this matter is really nonsense, and secondly, he really has no money. Although Zhu's mansion is rich, since the second young master spent a lot of money and bought all the blacksmith shops in the city, his generous monthly money has completely become a legend of nothingness that only became famous.

The sun was soft and warm in the morning, and a servant was running briskly with a snack box. His name was Zhu Xiaosui, who was Zhu Yanyin's book boy. Everyone in the mansion liked this child very much, and Zhu Yanyin also liked it. Of course, if the other party could talk less, he would like it even more.

Zhu Xiaosui pushed open the gate of the courtyard and saw Zhu Yanyin standing in the courtyard. Sure enough, he started nagging again: "Why is the young master not lying on the bed?"

Zhu Yanyin said: "I want to go and see my elder brother."

"The eldest young master is busy, there are guests at home today." Zhu Xiaosui took the snacks for him to eat, "He came from the famous Jianmen in the northwest."

"Famous Sword Sect?" Hearing these three words full of spirit, Zhu Yanyin felt aroused, "Did he come to me?"

Zhu Xiaosui Liuli denies that he is coming for business and has nothing to do with you.

Zhu Yanyin was puzzled: "But I always feel that I am a person in the world. There is some reason. Are you really not hiding anything about me? And I have been having a dream recently, which seems to be related to my experience before my amnesia."

Zhu Xiaosui squatted beside him: "What did the young master dream about?"

Zhu Yanyin replied endlessly: "I dreamed that in order not to make me become a big devil in the world, my whole family designed to tie me to the bed and even put cranes on the top of the head."

Zhu Xiaosui was stunned when he heard this and wanted to vomit blood. As a close servant, he did know many secrets and was even more obliged to let his son stop these messy thoughts as soon as possible. So he pulled Zhu Yanyin into the bedroom and lifted the bed with one hand.

Sure enough, there is an inside story! The second young master Zhu forced his excitement and asked calmly: "Are you willing to tell the truth?"

Zhu Xiaosui brought out three large boxes of books.

Zhu Yanyin thought to himself, I have collected so many martial arts secrets, I am so good.

He leaned over and picked up a book, opened it and saw that it was a coincidence that the illustration happened to be a man and a woman. He picked up the medicine and held his head, and was pouring the injured person lying on the bed. The title of the book was also straightforward, called "The Hands of a Hero Sima Wudi, a Great Hero, died of a male and female thief."

“…”

This thing obviously has nothing to do with martial arts secrets, so Zhu Yanyin changed one, another, and another.

"The leader of the martial arts world, Jin Peng washes his hands, and the ambitions of various factions surfaced", "The former martial arts world, Jin Peng, took the road to prosperity after washing his hands, and "Refuting the rumors, the leader of the martial arts world, did not return to the countryside to raise pigs"...

Zhu Yanyin was in a complicated mood and looked up at Zhu Xiaosui.

Zhu Xiaosui ignored him and moved three large boxes back first, then re-layed the bedding, and said in a scattered manner: "These were bought by the young master before, but because he was afraid of being scolded by the master, he kept hiding under the bed."

Zhu Yanyin couldn't understand: "Why should I buy this thing?"

Zhu Xiaosui replied: "Because the young master really yearns for the world."

I yearn for the world of martial arts, but I can't enter the world of martial arts. The Zhu family in Jiangnan has been famous for generations. Most of the misty and rainy willow city is private property of the ancestral home. The children in the family are beautiful and talented, good at writing good words. They write 300 poems per person. They always look down on the murder of reckless men, and they are even more disdainful to be with the people in the world.

Under such family motto and environment, Zhu Er Gongzi's heroic spirit in martial arts world has nowhere to be sent, and it seems that there is only one left to read books and think about a way to go. Zhu Yanyin sat by the bed and heard the servant talk about the past for two hours. Finally, he accepted that he was just an ordinary young man from a noble family. He did not understand martial arts and never stepped into the world. The reason why he had those fancy dreams was entirely because he had read too many miscellaneous books before.

Zhu Xiaosui thought, no one in the world knew that the second young master was talented and ordinary, and walked on the street to embroider the handkerchief floated on his body like snow.

Zhu Yanyin patted his shoulder: "Let's go outside and relax."

This relaxation dispersed to Zhu Yanhui's residence. Master Zhu was in poor health in recent years and gave more family affairs to his brothers and nephews, and he was happy to be idle. Zhu's family has great business and many errands. In Zhu Xiaosui's words, "The eldest young master is so busy that he doesn't even have time to get married, and the second young master even hurts his head." The indignant tone made Zhu Yanyin feel that "the reason why the eldest brother is a bachelor is entirely because he has a fool brother at home."

Zhu Yanhui saw the oil bottle looking at the gate of the yard.

"Second brother!"

"Brother." Zhu Yanyin saluted respectfully.

Zhu Yanhui walked out of the front hall: "It's cold outside, why don't you rest in the room?"

Zhu Yanyin actually came to apologize because he remembered that he had just lost his memory and was clamoring to buy sword secrets every day, and made a stove to refine elixirs. He didn't say that money was like flowing water, but he also regarded all the people who dissuaded reasoning as evil villains. Now that he thought about it, he was not hung on the beam of the house and beaten with date thorns. It can be seen that family affection is indeed stronger than water.

So he held Zhu Yanhui's hand and sweared: "Brother, my younger brother has been ignorant for this period of time. Don't worry, I will never mention the world of the world again in the future, and I will not yearn for the martial arts world."

Zhu Yanhui's eyebrows beat slightly.

Zhu Yanyin wanted to make up for his unreasonable trouble, so he took the initiative to ask: "What's the matter at home that needs my help recently?"

Zhu Yanhui said: "Yes."

Zhu Yanyin immediately clasped his fists and said, "I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Zhu Yanhui saw him as a savage in the world... No, the savage in the world made him even more troubled: "Five days later, follow Young Master Zhao to attend the martial arts conference."

Zhu Yanyin was stunned: "Ah?"

At this time, another person came out of the front hall, about twenty-five or twenty-six, and was extraordinary. It was Zhao Mingchuan, the young master of the Jianmen.

If it were the case, Zhu Yanhui would not want to deal with the sects of the world, but his younger brother was so crazy that even the doctors in the country could not see it well. The only hope was the number one miracle doctor in the world.

The first miracle doctor was treated with his mood and could not be smashed. All the people sent by Zhu Yanhui were turned away. There was no choice but to ask for help from Zhao Mingchuan, who was very popular in the martial arts world. It happened that the Zhao family also wanted to use the Zhu family's power in Jiangnan to expand the sword business. The two sides hit it off and decided to seek medical treatment and do business in partnership.

Zhu Yanhui said: "On the third day of the fifth month, a martial arts conference will be held in Jincheng. I heard that the miracle doctor will also go."

Zhu Yanyin immediately asked: "When will we set out?"

Zhu Yanhui looked at him with a look of "I knew you still wanted to go out in the world and lied to me just now and said, "Don't yearn for martial arts." Look at your impatient and ignorant brother, my head hurts so much."

Zhu Yanyin: No, listen to my explanation, I really just want to make you feel relieved!

The group packed their carriages and luggage that night and headed towards Jincheng.

Zhao Mingchuan is cheerful and has a pleasant personality. Zhu Yanyin became a friend of wine and meat with him within a few days and learned a lot of things in the world. For example, the martial arts conference is not fixed once a year. If the east, west, south and north are calm, it is okay to not open for ten years, but if there is a bad life, it is not uncommon to see eight times a year.

Zhu Yanyin asked: "Then is the chaos in Jincheng this time?"

"It's Xuecheng, and the Northeast Xuecheng Demon Cult is revived." Zhao Mingchuan explained that the reason why he chose to hold a martial arts conference in Jincheng was to invite someone.

"who?"

"The palace lord of Wanren Palace in Jincheng, Li Sui."

If hundreds of righteous martial arts factions gather in Jincheng, Zhu Yanyin guessed: "That must be an amazing big shot."

Zhao Mingchuan nodded: "Martial arts are extraordinary."

“How much cover is there?”

"He can hit a hundred people like me with one hand."

Zhu Yanyin was slightly shocked to show respect because he thought that he might not even be able to beat half of Zhao Mingchuan, but the other party could beat 100, which was indeed a big deal.

Zhao Mingchuan was worried again: "Although Lord Li is very skilled in his Kung Fu, he never cared about the affairs of the world. He still didn't know if he would help this time."

Zhu Yanyin poured tea for him: "Even if Wanren Palace is unwilling to help, with so many martial arts demeanors, are they still afraid of not being able to deal with the Demon Sect? I read the storybook that most of the devils live in the dark palace, clamoring to kill people every day, wearing a black robe, a pale face, holding a stunning demon, and then making some decorations on the wall to pretend to be a ghost, they think they are invincible. In fact, it is extremely ridiculous and not afraid of it."

Zhao Mingchuan still sighed, alas.

...

Jincheng, Wanren Palace.
To be continued...