After the divorce, I became a god that my ex-wife couldn’t reach.

The next morning, Pi Yangyang woke up again very uncomfortable.

This feeling had never made him as uncomfortable as it did this morning.

He rushed into the bathroom and rushed again for half an hour before he "calmed down", got dressed, and came to the living room.

Su Xueqing was already in the living room. When Pi Yangyang saw her, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

However, Su Xueqing's face looked natural, no different from before, and she looked at him and smiled calmly.

"Sister Li has already come to pick me up. I promised you that you have a day off today. You don't have to pick me up today."

Pi Yangyang said "Oh", not daring to say anything more. He went to the restaurant to finish breakfast and then drove out of the villa.

However, he was not in a hurry to go to Lu Xiaowan's house.

Lu Xiaowan invited him to have lunch. There was no need for him to go so early.

He had nothing else to do, so he came to Luohan Mountain again.

I couldn't calm down enough to meditate last night, so I could just make up for it this morning.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he quickly abandoned his distracting thoughts and entered a state of selflessness.

Although "Nine Mysterious Jade Qing Jue" has broken through the seventh level, he still feels that the key to it has not been fully understood.

According to the records in the scriptures, picking flowers and flying leaves from a hundred meters away can hurt someone. This is definitely not the way he looked when he dealt with Ai Zhibing's thugs in the provincial capital last time.

If this is the case, does picking flowers and flying leaves need to be said to be so magical?

He couldn't calm down last night. The strange thing was that as soon as he came to Luohan Mountain, his state of mind quickly entered the realm of clarity, and all distracting thoughts naturally subsided.

The scorching sun bathed his body, the mountain breeze blew gently, and spiritual energy from all directions surrounded him as if they were tangible. As he breathed in and out, they gradually entered his body.

It took three full hours for Pi Yangyang to slowly finish his work.

But he didn't stand up, his eyes were shining brightly.

"Come out!"

He didn't even move, then calmly uttered three words.

The sound was not loud, but in the woods not far away, several resting birds were frightened and flew up.

A figure slowly walked out of the woods, with slow steps, and silently came to stand ten meters behind Pi Yangyang.

This is an old man with a head full of white hair and no black hair.

The face has ravines and ravines, full of vicissitudes of time.

His hands were like dry tree bark, his skin was dark, but he had a tall and straight figure and sharp eyes.

However, there was a bit of excitement and surprise in his expression. At this time, he was very excited and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Although Pi Yangyang never looked back, he already knew clearly that the old man was standing ten meters behind him.

He stood up slowly, turned around, and his eyes fell on the old man.

When he saw the old man's excitement, he was slightly startled and asked, "Who are you and why are you waiting for me here?"

In fact, Pi Yangyang had been aware of his existence for a long time, but because the other party did not pose a threat to him, he never stopped practicing.

"Can I... see your butt?"

The old man was silent for a long time before suddenly speaking.

Pi Yangyang was suddenly startled and felt a little baffled.

An old man wants to see his butt in this barren mountain. What kind of hobby is this?

"Don't...who are you and what do you want to do?"

Pi Yangyang was surprised and refused directly.

"Okay, you don't have to look at it. Is there a swallow mark on your left buttock?"

The old man swallowed, thought for a while and said again.

Pi Yangyang looked shocked, subconsciously touched his left buttocks, and said hesitantly: "Shouldn't it be a birthmark?"

Then he was suddenly startled, his eyes gleaming, "How did you know?"

There was indeed a dark red swallow mark on his left buttock, but he always thought it was a birthmark.

Apart from himself, only his dead master should know about this mark, and Qin Yujie has seen it.

How did this old man know?

But soon, an idea flashed in his mind, and he lost his voice and said: "You are Yan Qian!"

The old man trembled, took a few steps forward, and looked up at Pi Yangyang. Suddenly, his knees bent, and he knelt down with a plop, and two dirty tears rolled down.

"Yes, I am Yan Qian."

Pi Yangyang looked at Yan Qian in shock. At this time, he was also extremely shocked and excited.

He didn't expect that Yan Qian would come looking for him.

He subconsciously walked up to Yan Qian, looked down at his white hair, suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "Get up and speak."

Yan Qian did not get up. Instead, he prostrated on the ground and cried bitterly.

Looking at the way he was crying, you could understand the sorrow in his heart.

"Master, it is the incompetence of this old slave who lost the young master twenty years ago... I originally thought that the young master might have encountered an accident long ago, but I didn't expect... God has eyes, and the young master is still alive and well in the world..."

After crying for a while, Yan Qian choked and said.

Pi Yangyang felt a thunder explode above his head!

Master?

Growing up, his master, Master Tianyang, and Uncle Fu all told him that he was picked up by Master Tianyang in Luohan Mountain.

Moreover, Master Tianyang and Uncle Fu have been searching for his family for many years, but to no avail.

It was eventually determined that he was an abandoned orphan.

But now Yan Qian calls him Young Master? Which family is he from?

"Who am I?"

Pi Yangyang felt cold all over, and he almost tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Master, what happened before...don't you remember anything at all?"

Yan Qian trembled and looked up at Pi Yangyang.

"I only know that my name is Pi Yangyang, and I am an abandoned orphan..."

Pi Yangyang said with a trembling voice.

"No...your surname is Yan! You are the young master of the Yan family in the capital, Yan Yangyu!"

Yan Qian's eyes flashed with relief and he said firmly.

"Yan Yangyu?" Pi Yangyang murmured, "I am Yan Yangyu, the young master of the Yan family in the capital?"

"That's right, your name was given by the head of the family at that time himself, and the mark on your butt was also branded by him himself!"

Yan Qian said with certainty.

Pi Yangyang touched his left butt again, feeling a little shocked.

Was this "birthmark" originally branded on?

"That's the mark of the Yan family. All the men of the Yan family have such a mark on their bodies."

Seeing Pi Yangyang's confused look, Yan Qian explained.

"So, I am really Yan Yangyu?"

Pi Yangyang murmured again.

Immediately, he took two steps forward, helped Yan Qian up, and together they sat down on the Arhat Stone.

At this time, Pi Yangyang's mind was in chaos. Too many things seemed to be clear, but he seemed to know nothing.

"When I was young, I made many mistakes. It was the head of the Yan family, yes, it was your grandfather Yan Xuesong who rescued me and let me enter the Yan family and renamed me Yan Qian. Later, thanks to the favor of the head of the family, he let me Became the chief steward of the Yan family..."

Yan Qian knew that Pi Yangyang had countless questions in his mind, so he took the initiative to speak before he could ask.

"The Yan family was the most wealthy family in the capital at that time, and it was also one of the top three hegemons in China. However, twenty years ago, a disaster struck, and the Yan family was wiped out. Dozens of people died overnight. The killers were wreaking havoc, and the head of the family was desperate. Next, entrust the young master to me and ask me to take you out of the capital..."

Hearing this, a tragic scene appeared in front of Pi Yangyang's eyes.

"Under the desperate protection of several guards of the Yan family, I broke out of the encirclement and headed south. However, those killers were not willing to let it go and followed me..."

Having said this, Yan Qian sighed and his expression darkened.

After a moment of silence, he continued: "One day, I fled to Qingjiang. I thought I had escaped the pursuit, but unexpectedly, the other party still chased me. After a fierce battle, I was seriously injured and fell off the cliff..."

He stood up slowly, looked at the abyss under the Arhat Stone, pointed to the side of the Arhat Stone, and said excitedly: "I clearly remember that you were in this position at that time, crying constantly, watching me being beaten by those few The killer forced the Arhat stone..."

Pi Yangyang was suddenly startled and asked in a voice: "Were you... knocked off the cliff here?"

Yan Qian gave a wry smile, nodded and said: "Yes...I was very desperate at that time. I would not regret dying, but the master of the family was so kind to me and entrusted you to me, but I couldn't protect you. I was so hateful at that time... "

As he gritted his teeth, Pi Yangyang's heart trembled.