In the south wing, he was knocked unconscious by Yang Wanyue and dragged into Ling Feng, who was inside, woke up quietly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info room was pitch black and smelled bad. Ling Feng took out the fire fold, lit a lamp, and raised his eyes to look around.

It was a warmly decorated room, but for some years no one had come to live in it, and the cobwebs were swarming, and some small insects were on it. Look at this furnishing, the person who once lived here should be a girl's house. Ling Feng unconsciously came to the door of the room, pushed it twice, and did not move at all, but heard the sound of a copper lock hitting the door. Ling Feng thought that someone should have locked it from the outside.

"Who is the person who locked himself in the room?" Ling Feng touched his neck with a little pain with his backhand. The internal force walks freely, and there is no discomfort in other parts of the body. A brightly colored slender figure flashed in Ling Feng's mind, it was none other than Yang Wanyue, the eldest lady of the Yang family.

Ling Feng muttered, "It must have been Yang Wanyue who knocked me unconscious. "If it is another Jianghu martial arts master, it is not so simple to let yourself go. Ling Feng couldn't help but be a little surprised, he couldn't imagine how careless he was, and he suffered a loss in front of a girl who had no martial arts today.

However, Ling Feng thought, this Yang Wanyue shouldn't be trying to kill herself, if she had the intention of killing, she would have ended it with a knife a long time ago, and she didn't need to wait until now, until she worked hard to drag herself into the room.

Ling Feng came to the window and was about to open the window, when an old picture scroll on the desk came into view. The scroll was folded in half, uneven, revealing the upper half of his face, Ling Feng felt that the upper half of his face was somewhat familiar, so he picked up the scroll curiously.

Because for some time, the dust on the painting scroll was shaken, Ling Feng blew it lightly, the dust drifted away, and when it was unfolded, the woman in the painting came into view. She was about twenty years old, with delicate features, piercing eyes, and a three-point heroic look between her eyebrows.

After seeing the appearance of the woman in the painting, Ling Feng exclaimed: "Yang Soul, how could it be her?" The Yang Soul in Ling Feng's mouth was the subordinate of the Jade Destroying Jade City and the Jade Langjun, that is, the Aunt Yang that Feng Qianqian often called, the middle-aged woman who had gone through vicissitudes and was rigorous and indifferent. Although the woman in the painting is more than ten years younger than Yang Soul, the eyebrows and expressions of the two are the same.

The more he looked at the person in the painting, the more he looked like Yang Soul, and Ling Feng's expression became more and more excited. In a girl's room in Yangjiazhuang, a portrait of Yang Soul appeared, what does this represent?

Ling Feng was about to call out excitedly, he glanced left and right at the portrait, except for some thickness on the reverse side, as if a layer was pasted with something, nothing else.

He couldn't find the words left on the portrait, so Ling Feng put down the portrait and rummaged up and down in the room. Ling Feng thought to himself how great it would be if he could find something that could prove the identity of the person in the painting, or the name of the woman in the painting.

Ling Feng rummaged through his hands and feet, and searched all over the house, in addition to some of the girl's clothes and jewelry, and the rouge gouache that had changed color, there were also a few books. There is nothing special about the book, which has no name. Otherwise, I couldn't find anything that could prove the identity of the person in the painting.

Ling Feng sweated slightly, a little nervous, and more disappointed. Ling Feng thought, he could only take the portrait away, take it out and ask Ah Duan, who is the woman in this painting?

Thinking so, Ling Feng rolled up the portrait. It can be rolled halfway, and the thickness of the reverse side is a little hard, so it is not easy to fold. Ling Feng frowned, carefully tearing away the excess thickness. Ling Feng thought that it might be a layer that the portrait was broken and was stained by someone.

But as the outer layer of paper was torn, in the middle of the portrait, there was a piece of paper, which was folded up and hidden in two layers. The outer paper came off his hand, and the origami fell on the table.

Ling Feng was shocked, hurriedly grabbed the origami paper, and as soon as he unfolded it, the beautiful handwriting on his face came into view. Ling Feng looked excited, looked at it intently, and saw that it was written on the paper: "When I was seventeen years old, I met Brother Zhang and fell in love. His name is Jianhan, my name is Yang Soul, he always laughs and says, my name is evil. With Brother Zhang, how happy and free, although he is the youngest protector of the Demon Sect, he is like an idle cloud and a wild crane, and has no intention of power.

In a small mountain village that no one knew, Jian Han and I worshipped heaven and earth and became husband and wife. The prosperity of the world is easy to pass, and it has been several years since I looked back. Soon, we had a lovely and intelligent son, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his father, and our family of three was so happy.

However, heaven and earth can tolerate it, and righteous people can also tolerate us, why the people of the Demon Sect are the only ones who cannot. The Demon Sect sent killers to kidnap my son and husband, and when I came to the Demon Sect, I only saw Jian Han's body and the news of my son's death.

Why, Yang Soul and Zhang Jianhan are in love, why can't they last forever. Jian Han never mentioned anything about the Demon Sect to me before his death, and when he was dying, he did not leave anything else. He only told me, 'After he dies, don't seek revenge, it's all fate.'"

Not long after, the Yang family sent a letter, my father had an accident, I anxiously returned to the Yang family, when my father was dying, he told me that the Yang family ancestor owed a favor before his death, and asked me to repay it.

Brother Dingtao, I don't know if you can see this letter, Yang Soul just wanted to keep a thought, so he painted this picture. Maybe this will be goodbye, don't think about it in this life. Yang Soul. ”

After reading this letter, Ling Feng was already surprised, and finally understood that Yang Soul was Yang Dingtao's sister-in-law, Yang Wanyue and Yang Yuanyue's aunt, and the biological daughter of the Yang family's grandfather.

Yang Soul did not mention the dragon and phoenix jade pendant in the letter, let alone the eight major families. Ling Feng was thinking, "Is the Yang family one of the eight great families back then?"

Yang Soul's letters are very specific, including the bits and pieces of her relationship with the Demon Sect Protector Zhang Jianhan, her family and son, and the kindness owed by her ancestors, which are very detailed. Ling Feng was thinking, "Who does the Yang family ancestor owe a favor?"

Yang Soul's letter is written very clearly and resolutely, as if he is going, there are many dangers, and life and death are uncertain. Ling Feng was thinking, "What kind of kindness does it need to be repaid with life?"

"Zhang Jianhan?" Ling Feng muttered the name of the Demon Sect Protector, and at this moment, Zhang Brown's figure suddenly came into Ling Feng's mind.

Ling Feng thought secretly, "Zhang Brown is a person sent by Xuan Lao, his identity is unknown, and his purpose is unknown. And there have been rumors outside that the ancestor of the Yang family has the secret of the dragon and phoenix jade pendant, Yang Dingtao is the adopted son of the Yang family's grandfather, and everyone has shifted their attention to the Yang family's aunt, especially since she has been away from home for more than ten years, which has aroused people's suspicions. Just as Ah Duan guessed, in the past ten years, there has been no news from the aunt of the Yang family, and it should be to complete the mission left by the grandfather of the Yang family when he died.

An ordinary Ah Duan can guess this, if the mysterious Xuan Lao has ulterior motives to send Zhang Brown into Yangjiazhuang. This point, Ah Duan can guess, Zhang Brown can also guess, and Xuan Lao can guess even more. For the sake of safety, I must not let Zhang Brown see the portrait of Yang Soul. In that case, Senior Yang would be in danger. ”

Thinking so in his heart, Ling Feng took the portrait into his arms, intending to find a suitable opportunity, threw it away, and tore it up. At this time, Ling Feng took the letter, his expression was hesitant, and he didn't know what to do with it.

Obviously, Yang Soul deliberately left this letter, she hoped that her brother-in-law Yang Dingtao would see it one day. The content of the letter is not only a kind of thought between relatives, but also an explanation, an explanation that he cannot return after leaving home. I also hope that Yang Dingtao will not speculate and worry about himself, and it is like a farewell letter. (To be continued.) )