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Another flower fell. Feng Qiong picked it up and held it in her palm. She carefully wiped off the dirt on it and looked down at it.

No matter how beautiful the flower was, after passing through the short period of its life, it could only wither, rot, and then disappear.

A blooming flower. People would stop for it, marvel at it, praise it.

How many people would pay attention to a wilting flower? Notice how much struggle it has in its unfinished life?

"The saddest thing is that the dazzling flowers among the tens of thousands of flowers were only released by one person, then they silently withered and disappeared along with the departure of the only spectator, never to be remembered again."

Feng Qiong looked at the petal on her palm, which no longer had its original color, and muttered: "I hope I won't be so sad. However, how many years has a woman's life been at her most beautiful age? "

The autumn wind rustled the hem of her skirt, but it could not give her any answer.

"As long as there is a person by your side who is willing to accompany you for their entire life, they will not fear their complexion aging."

When Feng Qiong heard this, she turned around and looked at the man standing with a smile behind her, then she lightly lowered her eyes. "What right does a woman in the wind and moon have to desire a companion for her entire life?"

The man asked with a smile: "Perhaps it is because Master Feng Xuan does not want to rely on the man to live, and would rather guard the yellowish face in the bronze mirror than accept the slightest bit of pity from the man. Otherwise, given Feng Xuan's appearance and talent, why would he worry about not having someone to accompany him throughout his entire life? "

"Pansy?" Feng Qiong released her hand, allowing the loose flower petals to fall from her fingers. "I've seen enough of them, but I've never seen any Pitiful Appearance."

The man broke into a laugh, "Lord Feng Xuan, as a woman, is in charge of all the intelligence in the martial arts world. With a flip of his hand, the world will change color. Even if they were men, how many of them could not be ashamed in front of Feng Xuan? In this world, how many people would dare to have a trace of pity for Master Feng Xuan? "

Feng Qiong's expression was indifferent: "If possible, Feng Qiong would rather spend her life fighting with a mountain villager, than to stand on this cold and chilly peak of the martial arts world and experience the loneliness from day to day."

The man said: "Master Feng, you are flattering yourself."

Feng Qiong laughed, "How are you not able to do it? When I am old and yellow, if I am still in the eyes of one person, I shall have no regrets in this life. Her black hair dyed the snow, and the brilliance was no longer there. She guarded the mirror in the sky, and her life was over. Other than this, what else can a brothel girl do in her life? "

The man asked, "Who would regard you as a brothel girl? Why do you have to look down on yourself like that? "

Feng Qiong shook her head slightly. "Aside from this status, I have nothing else."

The man was speechless.

Feng Qiong chuckled as she looked up at the sky, "Why can't the always eloquent Young Master Wen even say a word of rebuttal?"

Wen Wan said: "Because you and I already had a different impression of you."

Feng Qiong smiled, and there was not a lack of ridicule within her smile. "Embroidered jade ribbons, young master Wen full of silkiness, are you even qualified to criticize the changes of others?"

Wen Wan's eyes turned dark, hiding all his thoughts. "I know that I can't change my mind, but I don't know how Feng Qiong, who guided the world and was calm and self-satisfied, became such a delicate girl who sighed and hesitated while facing the fragmented flower."

Feng Qiong once again returned her gaze onto him, "Your helplessness? Isn't it just because you're tired and scared, that's why you came home to live your life as a young master? "

Wen Wan followed her words and asked, "Then why are you so tired? Why should I be afraid? "

Feng Qiong laughed softly. "Are you a person who can listen to my heartfelt words?"

Wen Wan said, "If you trust me, I will listen. If you hesitate, I won't ask. "

Feng Qiong then asked, "Then are you standing here today as a friend or as a merchant?"

Wen Wan said: "You are willing to see me as a friend, and I am a friend. If you are to be on your guard, just take me as an old friend. "

Feng Qiong slightly raised her brows, "With the treachery of your young master Wen, I can't smell the stench of copper when you say this?"

Wen Wan opened his folding fan and leisurely waved it. "If you have the stench of copper, then I don't have to come alone."

Feng Qiong said in disbelief, "You might have come here alone to make things easier for us as old friends."

Wen Wan revealed a faint smile. "Since you gave me convenience, how could I not return it?"

Feng Qiong said, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to wait until you return the favor."

Wen Wan pressed his folding fan to his chin, and revealed a faint smile: "The color of the martial arts world has changed, Master Feng should be more clear than I am on the danger of the Bai and Wen Families fighting against Shang Jia at this time. "Compared to a few stores, isn't it more important for us to keep our lives?"

Feng Qiong smiled, "Then why did Young Master Wen come? Do you want to push down the price? "

"No, no, no. Grand Master Feng has misunderstood." Wen Wan closed the fan in his hand. "The price offered by Feng Yunxuan is already very low. Naturally, I won't push the price any further."

Feng Qiong tilted her head, her pale white face that had yet to be painted was exceptionally beautiful. At this moment, her innocence was revealed. "Then Young Master Wen, you have another request?"

Wen Wan leisurely said: "Why must you be so direct? I only have one or two doubts for you to answer. "

Feng Qiong blinked. "Tell me about it?"

Wen Wan looked around and asked: "If you don't want to invite me to sit down, will you give me a cup of tea to quench my thirst?"

Feng Qiong said, "The weather is not bad, how about we rest in the pavilion?"

Wen Wan looked at the nearby pavilion and nodded. "Not bad."

Feng Qiong turned her head to the side and said, "Young Master Wen, this way please."

Wen Wan walked towards the pavilion, found a place to sit in the morning sun, and looked at the garden full of flowers. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Wait until September 8th, when I open it, I will kill a hundred flowers. It is already late autumn, and in the blink of an eye, it will be winter.

Feng Qiong slowly sat down across from him, looking rather depressed. "Young Master Wen, if you didn't say so, I would have forgotten the time. Spring leaves and autumn comes. Each year is faster than the previous year. "

Wen Wan asked, "By the way, you've been guarding this Feng Yunxuan for almost eight years, haven't you?"

Feng Qiong nodded. "It has indeed been more than seven years."

Wen Wan silently watched her for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Are you willing?"

Feng Qiong was momentarily unable to understand what he meant, and she subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

Wen Wan repeated: "People go to the empty building, people go to the cold tea. Guarding such a place that had never been there before was a place with no name for the martial arts world and an aura of sharpness that could not be retracted. Day after day, year after year, and after a hundred years, no one will even remember you.

Feng Qiong was silent for a long time, then asked, "Is this what you call helplessness?"

Wen Wan was noncommittal. "Yes and no."

Feng Qiong's eyes were filled with a faint self-mockery, "If you stay in the empty building and wait for the cold tea, at least you might have a chance of bringing back your old friend. I... I can only think that my protection would set my old friend at ease, and let them console themselves. "

Wen Wan said, "Being born a woman doesn't have to be an appendage of a man, at least it's a kind of luck."

Feng Qiong lightly laughed, "I have never felt that I am unfortunate, but I have been a bit worried recently. At least compared to you, I have nothing more to lose and don't have to be afraid of. "

Wen Wan muttered to himself, "Are you sure that the person behind you can protect the Sound Pavilion?"

Feng Qiong lowered her eyes. "You all know?"

Wen Wan smiled. "I know most of it, but I didn't tell anyone else."

Feng Qiong raised her gaze in surprise. "Including the White House?"

Wen Wan nodded. "Including." He was thinking of saying something, but his gaze was attracted by the autumn wind dancing with the falling flowers. The words that had yet to come out of his mouth turned into a smile.

A gentle breeze blew away the fragmented flower petals and lifted the strands of her black hair. After the sound of the wind died down, Feng Qiong lifted her hand and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. "Here's the tea."

Wen Wan took a cup of tea from the kite and thanked him.

Qin Yuan poured two cups of tea and took a step back. In a low voice, she asked, "Master Xuan, the kitchen has just made some snacks. Do you need me to bring some?"

Feng Qiong said, "There's no need. You can take your leave first. If anyone comes, just say that I'm not feeling well today and will not see anyone."

Pulp Yuan lowered his head and said, "Yes." They slowly moved away.

Wen Wan watched her leave and smiled. "Your disciple?"

Feng Qiong said, "I guess so."

Wen Wan asked, "What is considered?"

Feng Qiong said: "I usually keep her by my side to wait upon me, while passing on some martial arts and zither skills to her. However, I didn't really worry too much about it. If you really want to talk about a disciple, then that doesn't count. "

Wen Wan asked, "You've taught so many girls, how many apprentices do you intend to teach?"

Feng Qiong raised her teacup and took a sip, "I haven't found a suitable one yet, but I'm actually thinking of cultivating a kite."

"A kite?" Wen Wan thought for a moment. "This name sounds good, did you take it?"

Feng Qiong said, "She took it herself." He raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Why are you suddenly so concerned about my disciple?"

Wen Wan rubbed his chin. "Recently, I've been thinking about taking in disciples. Since there's no one around to take in disciples, I might as well ask."

Feng Qiong lightly raised her eyebrows. "Accepting disciples? You are too busy to take care of yourself, how can you still have the mood to take in disciples? Furthermore, you are not suitable to teach your disciples. "

Wen Wan sighed. "The first part is also the reason why I hesitated. As for the latter part, I think I'm probably more suitable to be a Master than my Master."

Feng Qiong praised him half-mockingly as he reminded him, "Although your words are not bad, you may not be as lucky as your master to accept a few disciples with extraordinary aptitude."

Wen Wan replied, "To be honest, I'm not looking for a disciple or two to inherit my skills, it's just that I'm forced to accept them because of an old friend's request."

Feng Qiong lowered her eyes as she looked at the cup of tea, a few traces of carelessness in her voice. "If your aptitude is ordinary, then why do you have to trouble yourself? Since this is something that an old friend has asked me to do, why not send it to a famous sect? At the very least, it can avoid all kinds of disputes and it's much better than following you around in all directions. "

Wen Wan murmured: "Actually, I think so too. Although I do not mind taking in a few disciples, I still feel that there is something that is lacking.

Feng Qiong tilted her head and looked at him for a moment, then suddenly pursed her lips and laughed: "Although I don't want to praise you, your martial arts attainments are indeed not bad. Ordinary talents, they really might not be able to be your disciple. With such mediocre talent, even if he put in all his effort, he wouldn't be able to teach them much. To be able to let others do as they please, and to be entrusted with the task of becoming an old friend; how can that not be depressing? "

"Not bad?" Wen Wan rubbed his head and grumbled, "My martial arts aren't considered difficult to find opponents for, it wouldn't be excessive to call me superior, right? No matter what, I am still a person who escaped from the Third Master of the Candle Curtain Hall, and have all of his limbs. "

Feng Qiong said, "From the looks of it, you look weak and weak. It seems like you really haven't recovered from your injuries."

Wen Wan looked at his clothes. "Is it obvious?"

Feng Qiong shook her head as a response, before asking about something important. "Why would the Candle Dragon Hall send out their four great assassins? It shouldn't be targeting you alone, right? "

Wen Wan was surprised. "Feng Yunxuan got the news so quickly?"

Feng Qiong said faintly, "Young master is quite concerned about the matters of the marquis' estate as well. The branch Xuan in the vicinity is aware of everything that is happening around the marquis' estate. How could they not know such a huge commotion?"

Wen Wan's eyes curved as he asked, "Then you should be very curious about the reason why Candle Stick acted against you, right?"

Feng Qiong gave him a sideways glance. "Price."

Seeing her so straightforward, Wen Wan was surprised. "You want to follow my offer?"

Feng Qiong nodded. "You know the value of this information as well. So what if I let you name a price?" It also saves a bit of unnecessary strength. "

Wen Wan shrugged. "Fine, I'll be frank then — I want you to look into something for me."

Feng Qiong asked, "Investigate what?"

Wen Wan opened his folding fan with a "Pa" sound. "Investigate who is the employer of this business of Candle Slug Hall."

Feng Qiong's expression slightly changed, but quickly returned back to normal, "You have also been in the human life business, and as a Candle Sage who is on par with Wu Gou, you should know the difficulty of finding out who assigned such an important transaction."

Wen Wan smiled. "It's fine, it's fine if you can't find it, I won't ask for the rest of the compensation."

Feng Qiong gave a cold laugh, "You clearly know that there is no news that Feng Yunxuan cannot find out, so you intentionally provoked me?"

"Aiyaya, where did this Master Feng come from? He has truly wronged me." Wen Wan's tone was exaggerated, but his expression was very relaxed, "This kind of arrogant words are already good enough to be spoken to the public, why would you lie to me?"

Feng Qiong said, "There are indeed people who can't do it, but the employer who found a business is obviously not one of them."

Wen Wan threw up his hands. "So you think that I spoke to provoke you?"

Feng Qiong retorted, "Isn't it?"

Wen Wan sighed helplessly. "Since you've already seen through it, why do you need to ask?"

After pondering for a long time, Feng Qiong slowly spoke out. "This business is not worth it."

"Hmm?" Wen Wan was quite curious, "Since your Young Master is concerned about this matter, he should also be concerned about the reason why Candle's Hall is involved, right?"

Feng Qiong said, "It is true that Young Noble is concerned about the movements of Candle Sage Tang, but if he were to be dragged into this matter, it would not be worth it."

Hearing this, Wen Wan was startled, and then fell into deep thought: "Speaking of which, doesn't the Wine Hall seem to be flourishing recently?"

Feng Qiong chuckled, "Young Master Wen, don't tell me you want to get free information from my mouth?"

Wen Wan also replied with a smile: "I can spend money to buy it ah, and you want me to name a price?"

Feng Qiong asked, "When did I say I wanted to sell it to you?"

Wen Wan clicked his tongue. "You really aren't selling it?"

"Of course not."

"Then how about giving it to me?"

"Why should I send you off?"

"You and I are old friends, things that aren't worth much, so what can we do about it?"

"Bye."

"A dignified, exalted, and exalted Grand Elder. How petty of him."

"The lord of a Xuan is a Grand Master who deals in business."

"I'm also a businessman. I usually pay several tens of thousands of silver coins as a gift."

"We've already done several tens of thousands of silver taels, and now we even want to bet several dozen coppers. Isn't that too petty of a deal?"

"The business deal I made with you is much more than tens of thousands of silver coins. So what if you give me tens of thousands of copper coins?"

"Not to mention such important information, even if it's only a single copper coin, Feng Yunxuan would still not sell it."

"Tsk, what Mater Feng said isn't right. I'm asking you to send me off, not to buy from you."

"You …"

Wen Wan looked at the speechless Feng Qiong, and laughed complacently: "How about it? It's me again, isn't it? "

Feng Qiong sized him up: "In the past, when you killed people, could it be that you nagged them to death?"

Wen Wan shook his head, "No, no. How can the killer say anything more? Wasn't talking too much a chance for the goods to escape? I'm used to saying a few things about corpses. "

After staring at him for a long time, Feng Qiong suddenly laughed at the same time.

Wen Wan stood up, with a rare serious expression: "Please help me inform your Young Noble, no matter where or when, Wu Gou has no intention of becoming enemies with the Poison Hall, I hope that when the war breaks out in the future, he can show mercy."

Feng Qiong asked, "You can call the shots for Wu Gou?"

Wen Wan said, "This is my intention, and also Wu Gou's intention, how can I not make the decision?"

Feng Qiong smiled slightly: "Then let me also say a word on behalf of Young Master, if Wu Gou doesn't have any intention of going against the Poison Hall, in the future, you will be friends and not enemies."

Wen Wan cupped his fist. "Then I'll thank Young Master Qingyi on behalf of Wu Gou."

Feng Qiong also returned the salute, "Feng Yunxuan and the one person from the Poison Hall were originally one. Just like the Wen Family and Wu Gou, everything was under Young Master Wen. Although the both of us do not have the authority and authority to rule, but now that you and I are cooperating, how could you do something so foolish as defying us? "

Wen Wan took out an envelope and tossed it to Feng Qiong. "I have written down everything that concerns you, and if you have any questions you can write to me. Since you think it's difficult to investigate your employer, I won't force you. Just help me look for two people. "

Feng Qiong raised her hand to catch the envelope, but she was in no hurry to tear it open and read it. "Who is it?"

Wen Wan slightly narrowed his eyes. "'Returning to the geese with no trace', 'No memories', 'Forget the sutras for years'."

Feng Qiong's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but she didn't ask any further. She only lightly nodded her head. "I will investigate as soon as possible, but it will take some time."

Wen Wan smiled. "I'm in no hurry. If he found out, he could send it to the Wen Mansion. I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first. "

Feng Qiong gave a light bow. "Young Master Wen, this way please. I won't send you off any further."

Wen Wan smiled. "As long as you stay." He turned around and left.

Feng Qiong lowered her eyes. Her gaze paused for a moment on the letter in her hand as she muttered, "The Wen Mansion …" "Aunt Su Wen Mansion." There was a thoughtful smile on his face.