These military and political tycoons are very sensitive to what happened to the three members of the Yan family.

When they learned that the car of the three members of the Yan family was suddenly knocked into the air, caught fire and exploded, they guessed that this was a conspiracy, this was not an accident, and this was a man-made disaster

Someone wants the lives of the three members of the Yan family

Although they didn't know who the murderer who dared to do the murder was who did it, they understood that those who dared to attack the Yan family would inevitably dare to attack other families.

The comrades-in-arms and business people who were originally good friends with Master Yan have now drawn a clear line with the Yan family in order to protect themselves.

Yan Nanxun didn't expect Master Yan's old friends anymore, the fact that the Yan family suffered a car accident was strange, and he had to go to meet Long Sanye first.

"Where does Third Master Long live now, I'll go see him in person." Yan Nanxun said.

"The third master has a lot of properties in Jinju, and there are five or six places that outsiders know.

He seems to be in the Bodhi Courtyard in the south these days, but the third master of Long doesn't want to see guests, and we can't even see the gate of the Bodhi Courtyard. ”

Yan Nanxun stood up, "I can't enter the Bodhi Courtyard, I'm just waiting outside, the Yan family has such a big accident on his territory, he always has to give me an explanation." ”

"Tingfu, you go back to the hotel to rest first, and after I see Third Master Long, I'll go to look for you."

Before Yan Nanxun finished speaking, Hou Tingfu held his hand, her hand was thin and thin, and she was in his big hand, unwilling to part with him.

"I'll go wherever you go." She didn't want to be left in the hotel by Yan Nanxun, and she couldn't do anything.

Yan Nanxun finally nodded to her, from the capital to Jinzhou, the hands held by the two seemed to have never been separated.

Long Sanye's Bodhi Courtyard is located halfway up the mountainside, and if you want to go to the Bodhi Courtyard, you must first pass through the forest garden.

But the pieces that spread all the way up from the foot of the mountain, maple forests, peach blossom forests, plum forests, cherry blossom forests, each forest garden belongs to Long Sanye's.

Yan Nanxun was at the foot of the mountain, but they were stopped by bodyguards wearing guns, and they were not allowed to step into the forest garden for half a step.

And at this moment in the Bodhi Courtyard, the leaves are falling, there is a thousand-year-old apricot tree in the central courtyard, every autumn, the apricot leaves will give the eaves roof, and the bluestone ground are covered with a layer of brilliant golden yellow.

The mountain breeze blows, and the golden leaves flutter in the air like butterflies.

A man in a retro white shirt sits cross-legged under a towering ancient tree, wearing a stand-up collar buttoned Tang suit and a long white coat with wide sleeves.

A white hand like a fine mutton fat jade stretched out from the sleeve, and on the knobby fingers, hung a string of sandalwood Buddha head bracelets.

His fingertips glow with a healthy pale pink, and his thumb moves the Buddha-head bracelet in his hand with a fixed rhythm and frequency.

Every four-faced Buddha head that he has plucked reveals the face of "mourning" in "joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness".

On the neckline of the Tang suit, his neck is straight, and there are two black ropes spreading upward, and there are two black noise-canceling bass headsets, which are hanging on his ears.

The man's hair was a neat short inch, like the center of the eyebrows and eyes carefully depicted by the little wolf's pen, and there was a particularly eye-catching red mole, like bright red blood, like a warm red jade inlaid on his forehead.

Someone walked over and stood two or three meters away from him, bowing his head respectfully.

The man sitting under the golden apricot tree is independent, untainted by ordinary dust, like a monk who has jumped out of the five elements and is not in the Three Realms.

"Third master, the young master and young lady of the Yan family are already at the foot of the mountain."

The Buddha head in Long Wuxi's hand was still being moved by him one by one.

He didn't react much to what his subordinates were saying.

At this time, another subordinate came.

"Third master, Lu Ming set off today and went from Gusu to the capital."

At this time, Long Wuxian was pressing the fingers of the Buddha's head on a Buddha's head, and the movement on the fingers stopped.

When he opened his eyes, the black and white Danfeng eyes were like washed water, clear and transparent, without a trace of dust.