"You Jinyiwei have spies all over the world. You know all the information about my Yunlong Village. Do you still want to lie to me?" "Whatever you think." Su Changqing shook his head. "My teacher's name is Wuhen Gongzi, nicknamed Chunmeng Wuhen, and he is as famous as Zanghua Wusheng. This matter cannot be false?" "You should call me senior brother." Su Changqing looked at her and said softly. Su Changqing turned and left, with a trace of memories in his eyes, and sighed softly: "Forget it, whatever you think, you will leave after tomorrow, and I can't let your brother go." "He has been imprisoned in the 18th floor of the prison, and he can't be saved easily." Hearing this, Jiang Xingxing couldn't help but be startled, and suddenly frowned, and said coldly: "You said you are my uncle's disciple, and you can sprinkle money all over the sky. Why don't you use it today?" "My uncle is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, the art of the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams, and his reputation is resounding throughout the martial arts world. He and the Buried Flower Martial Saint have the same master. Although he knows little about this, it doesn't mean that you Jinyiwei don't know." "Sprinkling money all over the sky?" Su Changqing laughed when he heard this. "The teacher didn't teach me this method, but passed it to my senior sister, but I have practiced all the five elements and eight trigrams and the art of Qimen Dunjia."
"You still have a senior sister?" Jiang Xingxing couldn't help but said in shock. This means that she believes Su Changqing's words. Those with "Xing" in their names are all naive, the ancients never lied to me. "As soon as I entered the Seven Mountains of Yunlong, I saw the seven linked mountains, which were connected by water, and I knew there must be a big tomb here, but I didn't expect that it was the tomb of my master..." Su Changqing looked at Jiang Xingxing with deep eyes. Jiang Xingxing suddenly couldn't sit still, looking at Su Changqing, shocked. The death of the Martial Saint of Zanghua was a top secret in the martial arts world, and no one knew it. After all, he was in his prime, who could kill a Martial Saint and absorb all his cultivation. This person could have killed her and Jiang Han on Yunlong Mountain that day, but he stayed alone. After all, the other five village chiefs were all dead. Su Changqing pretended not to see it, turned around and looked out the window, the night came, and the sky was like a secluded orchid. His eyes were deep, and he did not look at Jiang Xingxing, but said calmly: "You should leave at midnight tonight. I will also deal with Jiang Han's affairs. If I cannot save him, don't blame me." "Master uncle never accepted a disciple in his life. After his death, you are his successor, and he can be regarded as having descendants." "My master, Master Wuhen, once said that the flowers were buried without a trace, leaving only a faint fragrance." "You and I don't have to see each other in the future. You must leave at midnight, otherwise I will recover from my injuries in a few days and I will not be able to explain how you escaped." Su Changqing pointed out with one finger, breaking Jiang Xingxing's acupuncture points, turned his back to her, and walked out of the door. Jiang Xingxing's eyes were slightly cold. If she took action at this moment, the poison needle would pierce Su Changqing's chest easily, and within fifty breaths, she could send him to the west. However, she did not take action, but sat on the bed with a frown. The flowers were buried without a trace, leaving only a faint fragrance.
This sentence came from the master, Su Changqing had no reason to know, I'm afraid only Master Wuhen could tell. "Wait, who is your senior sister?" Jiang Xingxing took a deep breath and stopped Su Changqing. "The first in Xuanzi, Shangguan Haitang." Su Changqing said calmly. Turning around and leaving, without any nostalgia, only Jiang Xingxing was stunned. "Is it true, Shangguan Haitang is my senior sister? He is my senior brother? No wonder he didn't kill me." Su Changqing stood under the big banyan tree, silent. He had planned everything for this matter and had expected it. This Master Wuhen was very famous. He knew astronomy, geography, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, tea making and flower appreciation, the five elements and eight trigrams, Qimen Dunjia, and even ordinary farmland water conservancy, economic and military strategies, etc., and he knew everything and was proficient in everything. The key is not martial arts, but that he has not appeared for a long time. The Martial Saint of Burial Flowers is dead, Su Changqing has reason to suspect that Master Wuhen has also been sucked dry by the God. After all, teaching Shangguan Haitang is teaching the God Candidate. Burying flowers without traces, leaving only the faint fragrance. What is the faint fragrance? They are all gone, the faint fragrance remains, and the two young masters are unparalleled in the world. His rise was too short, and even if Young Master Wuhen is alive, he is like a dragon that can only be seen from head to tail. Who can find him? By then, all he needs to explain is that he was taught the art of Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams. Where can Shangguan Haitang seek proof? Even if she has eight holes in her heart, she can't react, not to mention that there is Jiang Xingxing, the god assisting. In the previous life's world's number one script, even if Haitang died, Young Master Wuhen never came out. This is why Su Changqing dared to do it. Jiang Xingxing's elder brother was firmly caught in his hands. Even if Jiang Xingxing escaped today, he would come back in the future. Only by indirectly proving the identity of this junior brother to Shangguan Haitang, will he not doubt him. This cheap junior brother, he is sure to be! The remains of the Flower Burial Saint, the Flower Burial Three Blades, Snow Drifting on Earth, Dominating the World, the Avici Dao Three Blades, Time to Grab! ............…. Su Changqing sat cross-legged under the big banyan tree, practicing the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, without sleep for a day.
His swordsmanship has entered the second sword of the Tyrant Sword, the Heartless Slash. The third sword, the God-killing Slash, is a pity that he has not yet entered the door. In the quiet night, a figure in red quietly stepped out of the door, with delicate features and straight long legs. It was Jiang Xingxing. She looked at Su Changqing under the big banyan tree, her eyes slightly cold, a trace of murderous intent gathered in her eyes. In the end, for some reason, she did not make a move. Her crystal jade hands leaned against the wall, her eyes were filled with tears, like the moon in Guanghan Palace, cold and lonely, dim like a flower. "My master's tomb left a message, only Xue Piao Renjian can get his remains." "This man is ruthless, how could my uncle accept him? Shangguan Haitang was sent to the door of Master Wuhen by Tiedan Shenhou. I have heard that." "Well, let you live for a few more days, and wait until I investigate it clearly, and then I will take your dog life!" She walked lightly, as if she was afraid of disturbing Su Changqing, and her eyes were always fixed on him. But she saw Su Changqing taking off the flying fish suit of the Jinyiwei. He was dressed in white snow, spotless, with a frost and snow knife in front of him, like an ice crystal, lying on his knees. He closed his eyes and concentrated, his five qi converged, his demeanor was handsome, his spirit was like jade, and he was bathed in the moonlight, shining brightly. There was no trace of gloom in her figure. "After taking off this dog skin, you are quite handsome. If you deceive me, I will definitely take this knife! I will definitely use it to chop off your head!" Jiang Xingxing's eyes narrowed slightly, and she snorted and said to herself. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a sense of joy for no reason. Perhaps it was because Su Changqing really did not harm anyone and sat under the big banyan tree. She walked to the gate of Qianhu Courtyard, turned back again, looked at Su Changqing's face, and her eyes narrowed slightly. "You are a beautiful woman, but why are you a thief." "I am leaving! Humph." Jiang Xingxing recited a poem, feeling good about herself, and turned away with pride. .................. "If I am a thief, what are you?" Su Changqing opened his eyes, stared at the gate, and shook his head slightly. Jiang Han and Jiang Xingxing are really two extremes. One is extremely smart and can still plan in desperate situations. One is big-breasted and brainless, scolding herself. I really don't know who the parents of these two are. "If Jiang Han dies, it will affect me, but I can't deceive him." Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself. "Only if Jiang Xingxing deceives, Shangguan Haitang and Jiang Han will not be suspicious, and I will take everything away."
Suddenly, Su Changqing remembered something and raised the corners of his mouth. Perhaps it was Jiang Xingxing's innocence and the scene of him reciting poems. Some people can only smile after a long time, but they are better than countless scenery in the world. ....................................