Wen Ning smiled and shook his head: "Yan Zhaoge has amazing potential, but now he is not important."

"The important thing is his father, Yan Changlao." At this point, Wenning's voice was a little lower, and his face became serious: "the competition between Yan Changlao and Fang Changlao has reached a delicate juncture, and any change may affect the final decision of the leader."

"Yan Zhaoge is the loophole of elder Yan." Wenning sneers: "people say that Yan's father and son are tiger father and son without dog. In my opinion, on the contrary, it's tiger father and son. Elder Yan lost in this son who caused trouble to him. The Bank of thousands of miles was destroyed in the ant nest."

Wen Ningzhi stood up and said, "you will understand later that some things, in fact, do not need evidence, doubt, have been enough to affect one person's perception of another person."

"As for the inner crystal furnace, ha ha, is it a yellow mouthed child who has not dried the stink of milk that can beat the drum?"

The man in front of him was stunned: "elder Wen, do you mean..."

Wen Ning said quietly, "naturally, it's elder Yan's handwriting."

"Later, either Yan Zhaoge won his father's credit for his own face. If elder Yan wanted to pave the way for his son, he would distribute the credit to Yan Zhaoge on purpose."

"That's why I said that elder Yan would be destroyed by this boy sooner or later."

Said, Wen Ning's face suddenly a little ferocious: "but the result pit my master."

The warrior on one side lowered his head and dared not speak.

As a confidant of Wenning, he knew that elder Cui, the Deacon hall, who had been removed due to Yan Zhaoge's thorough investigation, was Wenning's master.

Although Wenning's accomplishments have already come out of blue, he still respects elder Cui.

He also asked Yan Xu, the chief elder of the eastern Tang Dynasty, to intercede. He could only make elder Cui's life a little easier.

Rao is so. The Deacon elder's position has also been lost. It is still unknown whether he can escape safely and live a happy life without punishment.

On the one hand is elder Yan's son, and on the other hand is the middle-level personnel whose potential is almost bottomed out. Obviously, the strength of both sides is not at the same level.

There are bad consequences in moving Yanzhao singing club. Elder Cui was prepared in mind before he started, but he didn't expect that he didn't have any gains or achievements.

The key point is that not only is it unsuccessful, but it is also possible for Yan Zhaoge to see through his motivation and expose his side's more intentions, which means that he has done nothing.

How can the people above protect him?

"Shifu's heart is not old. He doesn't listen to my advice. He must fight for further progress. However, he was defeated by Yan Zhao's song." Wenning's heart was depressed, and he thought angrily, "master, you have found a good starting point. The dog can't change it. This Yanzhao song is so frivolous and used to it. After all, it has stepped in."

"Yan Zhaoge is the son of elder Yan after all. Even if you succeed this time, you will bear the anger of elder Yan afterwards," said the warrior in a low voice

One of Wenning smiled: "it's a success. I have someone on top to help me support elder Yan."

"I don't have any flaws to catch. It's easy for the people on it to protect me."

"Well, I'll tell elder Yan about it. We'll also send back the news from the mountain gate."

"This time, I'll see how Yan Family's children have retreated. I have to scratch his skin!"

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Yan Zhaoge talked with Xu Chuan for a while, and if nothing happened, he took out one thing and put it in front of Xu Chuan: "this cloud grain stone is produced by Lingfeng Valley?"

It's a pale yellow crystal with patterns on the surface like white clouds.

This is one of several local specialties provided by Xu Chuan after Yan Zhaoge arrived in Linyuan city. When the martial arts practitioners practice, they put it aside, which has the effect of calming the nerves and can help to slightly improve the training efficiency.

Xu Chuan nodded: "yes, it's produced by Lingfeng valley."

Yanzhao singer points to fumble cloud grain stone, nodding: "the effect is quite good."

Xu Chuan's face remained unchanged, but his heart moved slightly.

Outside Lingfeng Valley, there is Linyuan city across zhenlongyuan. There is no need to compete with other forces inside. The production resources are rich. Although the watchman is also the Deacon elder level, he is the first-class fertilizer poor in the eastern Tang Dynasty.

It's not like Linyuan city. Although it's very important, it's hard to work. It's easy to take responsibility when something happens.

Wenning, the elder deacon of Lingfeng Valley, is the confidant of Yan Xu, the elder deacon of the eastern Tang Dynasty. He is also a member of the second division of yanzhaoge.

Xu Chuan thought to himself, and his eyes fell on Yunwen stone in Yan Zhao's singer. He saw a lot of it, but he could not see anything special when he looked left and right.

"What's the secret of this little thing?" Xu Chuan is confused: "or am I too sensitive, he just simply admire and love this thing?"

Farewell to Xu Chuan, Yan Zhaoge's fingers gently tap on the moire stone, his face looks like a smile.

One day later, ah Hu came to report a bad news: "young master, I just got the news from tianzhongzhou Mountain Gate. The general in charge of the punishment hall, and the law enforcement Presbyterian of tiandongzhou came to Dongtang."

The person in charge of Guangcheng mountain in tiandongzhou is the elder of Dongzhou. Under the elder of Dongzhou, in addition to the elder in charge and deacon, there are also the elder in charge of law enforcement. In addition to being responsible for the elder of Dongzhou, he is directly in charge of the punishment Hall of zongmen, and is responsible for the supervision of laws and regulations and punishment of a continent.

Yan Zhaoge asked, "do you know why?"

Ah Hu replied, "one is that people from the great sun emperor are making trouble. The other is about Ye Jing."

He grinned: "I didn't expect that ye Jingzhen was so back and planted in zhenlongyuan. Someone must have taken the opportunity to make an article to embarrass you, young man."

Yan Zhaoge asked casually, "go to the capital of the eastern Tang Dynasty?"

"No, it's here in Linyuan city. Yan Xu, the chief elder of the eastern Tang Dynasty, has no result in chasing after the ghost axe old man. The leader of Chiling flag is also missing. The tide is strong in Longyuan. So he will return to Linyuan city for a while, and the law enforcement elders will come to Linyuan city. In addition, there are representatives of the eastern Tang Dynasty."

Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "then wait here."

Ah Hu also touched his chin in a learned way: "young master, as you are, you will not easily provoke the leader of the execution hall. The law enforcement elder is out, which is not good."

Yan Zhaoge spread out his hands: "the eldest martial uncle has always despised my frivolous character. The things in the inner crystal furnace had changed him before, but now when things are noisy, I'm afraid it's even more disappointing. After all, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment."

"The eldest martial uncle may not turn to the second martial uncle's school, but I'm afraid this time I'm trying to beat and admonish me seriously, so as not to make a mistake."

Ah Hu blinked and smashed his mouth: "it's hard to do."

Yan Zhaoge raised his legs and said, "it's really difficult for someone."

Soon, others received news, including Sikong Qing and others.

They, as people accompanying Yan Zhaoge, will also be questioned together for circumstantial evidence.

When they heard the news, they looked at each other and their thoughts rose and fell for a while.

As ah Hu said, Yan Zhaoge is in a special situation. It's easy not to touch the palm punishment hall. Once contacted, it means that things are not small and hard to be good.

In the younger generation of zongmen, Yan Zhaoge, the son of Guangcheng, is really going to fail this time?