The heavy gate of the Forge Pavilion had long since been tightly closed.

Whether it was inside or outside the pavilion, it had been completely blocked by the disciples of the word technique, and the blade was surrounded by water. If Yu Zhongtang leaves a moment late, I am afraid that there will be no chance to leave.

Jiang Manlou knew that there were not many people who could open the Casting Pavilion in this Organ City.

Because the giant gate of the Casting Pavilion, which condenses countless wisdom from the hands of the Jiang family, cannot be opened by external force or skillful force, and there are only three keys that can open this forbidden pavilion of the Jiang family.

Jiang Manlou, who was extremely sad, found that the keys of the fifth uncle and the old lady were all intact and hung on his waist. Jiang Manlou wept and searched for the key in the crescent pendant on his wrist, but he was also not lost.

Jiang Manlou, who had always been handsome but not clumsy, thought of a possibility: the real murderer followed the old lady when he opened the Casting Pavilion, or it was the Jiang family that the old lady knew well.

Because he knew it, he didn't defend it.

Because he knows it well, he can let the old lady bring it into the Casting Pavilion...... And then one hit!

However, the crux of the matter is that the old lady's key is still on her waist and has not been taken away by the real murderer.

Is it in time, or is there another purpose?

Jiang Manlou didn't have time to speculate about the real murderer's scheme, he only knew that the spy who killed the old man was still in this Casting Pavilion!

That's enough!

......

In the military pavilion where the oil lamp and the cold light were intertwined, Jiang Manlou, who had been raised by the old lady since he was a child, knelt in front of the four-wheeled vehicle and cried extremely sadly.

As a comrade of the ten sons, Luo Changfeng was the first time to see Jiang Manlou so sad.

Luo Changfeng's gaze fell on the father and son of the Jiang family, but he happened to find that the young man named Jiang Mangong was glancing at someone out of the corner of his eye.

Peng Jiu, who had come from afar pretending to be begging for the Iron Floating Slaughter, nodded imperceptibly.

Luo Changfeng, who was newly promoted to the head of the silver fox face, frowned, thinking that the involvement of the Jiang family's affairs was afraid that it was already inseparable from the Seven Prefectures, and it was unknown who the Allied military division who had become famous recently.

Luo Changfeng, who was thinking to himself, suddenly felt an extreme white light illuminate his eyes.

He jerked his head up and narrowed his eyes.

A sword light fell from the attic in the darkness dozens of feet high like a meteor, and under the tip of the sword that tore through the air and shot fireworks was Jiang Manlou, who was kneeling beside the four-wheeled vehicle and crying.

Luo Changfeng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly shouted to be careful.

He stretched out his palm, ignoring the distance of space, and dragged the old man on the four-wheeled vehicle and the unsuspecting Jiang Manlou over with one hand under countless glances.

In a burst of fright, the sword light that came from the sneak attack shattered the floor of the pavilion.

Sword Qi is raging!

"Spiritual Peak!"

The thought flashed through his mind, and Luo Changfeng, who had to use the nine gravity of mountains and rivers, summoned it casually, and a sword flew from nowhere.

Luo Changfeng raised his sword and walked towards the pavilion in the dark.

The sudden change made Jiang Manlou, who had completely come back to his senses, feel palpitations, and like everyone else, he raised his eyes to look at the dark place on the top of the pavilion in front of the cold body of the old lady.

There was a high place where the light of icicles and oil lamps could not reach, and there was no figure attacking Jiang Manlou, let alone Luo Changfeng.

There are only two criss-crossing sword lights, and the kung fu between breaths has collided with each other dozens of times, and nearly more than 100 sword qi are raging in the pavilion, whether it is an icicle carved with animal pattern patterns, or a hard ground paved with stone made of special stone extraction, they have left shocking sword marks.

Jiang Manlou frowned.

Two sword lights suddenly flew from the darkness of the pavilion, causing everyone to retreat one after another.

I don't know whose sword was cut in two and fell into the hearth that could erupt at the moment of fireworks, and the eight arrows of the divine bow and arrows that were locked by the burning red iron chain seemed to feel the provocation from the broken sword, and the whole body became red and charming, and the temperature in the hearth also rose suddenly, just in an instant, the broken sword was melted into molten iron and was swallowed by one of the eight three-foot-long arrows next to the divine bow.

The frightened Jiang Manlou heard an ancient dragon roar in his ears.

I only saw the shadow of an ice-like dragon appearing in the depths of the pavilion, and after the angry dragon roared, there was no light and shadow. Instead, Luo Changfeng's body fell like a kite with a broken string.

Luo Changfeng, who fell hard, coughed up blood.

The real murderer who killed the old man of the Jiang family and secretly attacked Jiang Manlou unsuccessfully, finally leaked his true face.

It was a clumsy, emaciated figure coming from the darkness.

It's an old man.

An old man with a slave tattoo on his face.

An old man with a sword in his hand.

The old man walked behind the fifth uncle of the Jiang family and waited there respectfully like a slave.

There was silence in the pavilion.

Occasionally, Luo Changfeng's cough rendered the atmosphere of this life and death line.

Jiang Manlou looked back at the injured Luo Changfeng, full of apologies.

Yuan Shen insisted on the elder of the family who stepped into the catastrophe with one foot until now, he knew that his comrades had done their best, and the dragon roar just now was clearly a divine soldier swimming dragon. In order to protect his safety, Luo Changfeng did not hesitate to use the You Long Han gun, and Jiang Manlou was very grateful for this affection and remembered it in his heart.

Luo Changfeng, whose eyes were bloodshot, reluctantly stood up, looked at Jiang Manlou and shook his head, signaling that he was fine.

Jiang Manlou smiled bitterly.

Then he turned his head and looked at the father and son who were known to everyone in Sima Zhao's heart: "I know your ambitions, but I overestimate your conscience. ”

Those cultivators who had planned to see the Eight Arrows from afar watched a good show in a daze, a good show of internal strife among the first families in the world.

Many people had wonderful looks on their faces.

However, for the father and son who have been planning for a long time, it seems that they are not willing to let the scandal of the Jiang family's infighting be exposed in front of the world.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family waved his hand.

Jiang Mangong, who had endured for many years, opened the door of the Casting Soldier Pavilion, and invited all the outsiders, including Peng Jiu and his party, out of the Tibetan Soldier Valley, out of the Organ City, and out of the Tibing Mountain.

Looking at the pavilion, which was suddenly much more spacious and cool, the fifth uncle of the Jiang family seemed to be in a much more relaxed mood.

He looked at his father who died on the four-wheeled car, laughed, and laughed out of tears: "Conscience? How many things have I done for the Jiang family over the years, but the old guy pities his grandson and son, can he be regarded as having a conscience?"

Jiang Manlou was silent for a while and said, "But you shouldn't kill the old man." ”

For the fifth uncle's dedication, as the eldest son Jiang Manlou, who is destined to inherit the family's ancestral business, he really sees it in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the business dealings in Tibing Mountain relied on the fifth uncle to take care of it, Jiang Manlou would not have been as easy as this, and he would not have escaped marriage and fled to the academy to meet Luo Changfeng and others.

Even sometimes, Jiang Manlou thought about it seriously and told the old man his thoughts, but the old man decided that the talented Jiang Manlou's future must be the master of the first family of Shuzimen, and he didn't want to listen to it.

In this regard, Jiang Manlou had nothing to do except not disappoint the old lady.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family said with a cry and a smile: "If you don't kill him, how can you kill you?"

Jiang Manlou looked at the fifth uncle, who was already a complete stranger in front of him, and shook his head secretly.

He looked at the old man who had been protecting his safety for many years in obscurity: "Puyang Sword Head, what about you?

Since Jiang Manlou was born, he has been arranged by the old man by his side, and he has always protected the safety of the Jiang family and even taught the swordsmanship.

He is a slave of the Jiang family, and he is the closest slave to the old man. In the Jiang family, he is also one of the few powerhouses in the Tribulation Realm.

The emaciated old man with a tattoo on his face didn't say much, perhaps because of the temperament of a slave, or maybe he didn't know what to say to this boy who had grown up with his own eyes.

Faced with Jiang Manlou's question, he was silent for a long time, and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "The old slave is from Jiyunzhou. ”

Jiang Manlou said with a smile: "So those thieves of the Peng family are also involved?"

Jiang Manlou also laughed out of tears, wondering if it was the same taste of tears as his fifth uncle.

"The original position will really make people forget their promises, a hundred-year-old slave...... Who is willing to be a slave for a hundred years? I really believe it!"

Jiang Manlou has a heartache.

The huge Jiang family, there are not many people close to him who can listen to his complaints.

But this old slave with a humble status who has followed Jiang Manlou for nearly twenty years is one.

In Jiang Manlou's memory, the old man told him the story of Puyang's sword head.

It was a bleak-sounding story.

That story happened decades ago.

In Puyang City, Jiyun Prefecture.

Every morning at this time, the young man would carry two loads of firewood on his back and hold a firewood knife from the hill into the city market.

When the boy sells two loads of firewood, he will always buy a box of rouge at the rouge shop that he deliberately passes by, and then scratch his head and smile and give the box of rouge to the girl who sells rouge.

The girl has a red birthmark on her forehead.

In the eyes of the teenager at that time, it was not a beautiful birthmark.

But he liked it.

The kind of love that is destined to be in the dark.

He knew that girls were never willing to apply rouge.

So every time he went down the mountain, he would deliberately pass by the rouge shop, and then buy a box of rouge and give it to the girl.

When he held the box of rouge in his dirty hands and smiled, the girls would giggle.

And then said, "That's stupid." ”

The young man Li Feng is indeed very stupid, stupid and a little persistent.

No matter the sun or rain, wind, frost, rain and snow, he will persistently go up the mountain to chop wood, and then buy rouge and send rouge.

Li Feng was seventeen years old that year.

The little girl who sells rouge also gradually grows up and grows into a slim young girl.

The girl's face still had the red birthmark she was born with.

She guarded the rouge shop, and still never put a little rouge on it.

But the boy at that time thought that the red mark was very good-looking, really good-looking.

Like ...... Beauty cinnabar.