"By the way, my sister sent a letter a few days ago, and it was because of you that I didn't have time to read it. Su Shangxuan took out the envelope, tore it open and looked at it twice, her face was a little strange: "This is not my sister's writing! This is not her handwriting!"

Then after reading the entire letter, Su Shangxuan's face changed greatly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Changan took it and looked at it, his eyes becoming cold.

It turned out that rumors have spread in the Qinglian Sect recently, saying that someone had found the soul of the Great Elder Liu Xiong, and asked that the real murderer of him was the current Qinglian Sect Sect Master - Su Shangjun. This matter was already noisy, and the Qinglian Sect, which had just made some improvements, once again talked about it, and for a while, all kinds of rumors made people panic. Su Shangjun tried hard to maintain, but there was still not much improvement.

"This ...... This, how can this be?" Su Shangxuan seemed to have her soul taken away for a while, she didn't believe that her sister really killed Liu Xiong, but what she said in the letter was reasonable, Liu Xiong's soul made the whole process of death very clear, as if it was presented in front of her, she had seen the cause of Liu Xiong's death, and it was exactly what was written in the letter.

Jiang Changan hurriedly hugged Su Shangxuan, who was about to fall, hugged her shoulders, took her whole body into his arms and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I see that this letter must be fake, you think, if this kind of thing really happens, your sister will tell you anyway, even if she is worried that you don't want you to come back, she must personally write a letter to ask you to hide outside and not go back, right?"

"......"

"Don't worry, it's okay. Jiang Changan's wrist holding on to the letter flicked, and the letter turned into a ball of fire, burning into a pool of fly ashes, "In this way, I can go to Fangdao Mountain on the way before going to Jiangzhou, so you should rest assured, right?"

Jiang Changan's expression was not unusual, and he said with a smile: "Don't you want to write a letter to your family? ”

Su Shangxuan was flustered in her heart, but seeing Jiang Changan's calm and relaxed appearance, she also calmed down, and her spirit was up and down when she was frightened by this letter, and she hugged Jiang Changan tiredly: "Then you be careful." ”

She didn't say any nonsense of "I'll go back with you", because he knew that Jiang Chang'an's real destination was still Jingzhou, and Su Shangxuan thought very clearly, instead of wasting some time, it was better to improve his strength and be able to share his worries in the future.

And just when she wasn't paying attention, Jiang Changan's eyes were still on the ball of flying ash, cold to the bone, although the handwriting in this letter was not Su Shangjun's, but the signature on the envelope was her handwriting Undoubtedly, this letter was originally likely to warn Su Shangxuan not to go back, that is to say, the situation of the Qinglian Sect is far worse than what was said in the letter, and even the correspondence was completely blocked and controlled.

He was in a hurry just now, because he was afraid that Su Shangxuan would find out the clues after he calmed down. And as long as Su Shangxuan mentioned his name in the letter, this letter would be seen by Chu Meifeng, and he would know that he would soon jump into the big net that he had already arranged around the Blue Lotus Sect as he wished, so that it would buy the Blue Lotus Sect a little time.

Although Su Shangxuan didn't know, Jiang Changan knew very well the real cause of Liu Xiong's death.

"Chu Meifeng!"

The mastermind behind this scene has Liu Xiong's soul in his hands, and he is so familiar with the whole thing, so it can only be Chu Meifeng who broke one hand by himself, and this letter came by such a coincidence, and the purpose is probably to invite you into the urn.

A large cloud of anger appeared in Jiang Changan's eyes, he hated being threatened. Besides, he didn't remember that he had anything to do with Chu Meifeng at all.

However, there is another possibility that it is the memory that he has lost, these Jiang Xiaoru must be clear, but if he wants to beg the squinting monster in a low voice, it is better to kill him directly.

"What is the origin of this Chu Meifeng?!" Jiang Changan faintly felt that this trip to Jingzhou, he must know much more than he imagined.

......

Jiang Changan went back to Jiang's house again, whether it was to say goodbye, or to say goodbye to life and death.

Entering the courtyard where the Star Picking Tower was located, Wu Jianren, who was wearing ordinary plain clothes, was sitting in the courtyard, sitting in front of the rows of Junzilan.

The fragrance of non-orchid and non-musk deer is refreshing.

It's just distressing that the petals of the branches and leaves spread on the ground under the row of flower pots have accumulated a thick layer, and the bottom layer has obviously been a little yellowed for some time. The same thing is that the fracture of each petal is surprisingly consistent in both angle and size.

Sensing Jiang Changan's footsteps, the young man in gray plain clothes opened his eyes.

Boom!

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed and returned to the sheath for only a moment.

Jiang Chang'anquan's eyes were still difficult to see how this sword was held by the palm of the hand that only had four fingers, and no one could see what the sword in Ye Tingxue's hand looked like, because his sword was covered by the long and wide sleeves, and the eight fingers were shrunk in the sleeves.

And the only time to see the sword was the moment he drew it, so almost no one who saw the blade of this sword had a chance to tell others.

Jiang Chang'an is an exception, as early as after Ye Tingxue broke into Jiang's house with a sword for the first time and was arrested, if he was placed in an ordinary person, he would have been thrown into Fengyue Lake and fed fish and insects.

Under Jiang Changan's intercession, Jiang Shikong left Ye Yu Tingxue's life and arranged it in the courtyard under the Star Picking Tower.

So only Jiang Changan has seen the appearance of this sword, it can't be regarded as a sword at all, it's just a relatively sharp slender piece of iron, and two pieces of bamboo are wrapped around a few strips of rags to become a scabbard, without a sword grid, let alone a sword hilt.

The position of the little fingers of his hands is bare, and it is difficult for a person without a little thumb to hold any heavy weapon, let alone a sword, so every time he takes out a sword, he does not hold the hilt of the sword, but only uses his index finger and middle finger to hold the iron sword, and he uses the sword to kill him! This is such an incredible thing!

What's even more terrifying is that this person doesn't have any spiritual power, no spiritual element, and even the spiritual veins haven't awakened!

"You are the most powerful sword maker I have ever met, and although you can't practice, you know more about swordsmanship than those who practice. Jiang Changan walked into the courtyard, and the breeze blowing in his clothes blew on the Junzi Orchid. Suddenly, the countless petals of the flying flower that flew up from the sword were spread on the ground, and there was an extra layer of new flowers, and the gap of the new flowers was exactly the same regardless of the direction, size, and even the angle of the sword.

"No tea today, just chatting. Jiang Changan sat aside on the spot and said, "I'm curious, your swordsmanship is really something you realized yourself?"

Ye Yan listened to Xue and said lightly: "In the end, other people's are other people's, and your own is the true law." ”

"You're right, once upon a time I also admired those people who held swords on white horses with fluttering clothes, if nothing else, just one word, handsome! haha......"

"The sword is not meant to kill, it will mean nothing. Do you want to learn a sword?"

Jiang Changan smiled: "If I can come back alive, I really want to give it a try." I want to ask you today, is my sister bad? Listen to the snow at night, tell me, do you like her?"

Silence –

Listening to the snow, Ye's body suddenly stiffened into a stone statue, motionless.

There is only a fragrant fragrance, quietly walking into the mouth and nose, this bell flower fragrance can make the cold-blooded night Tingxue feel peaceful in his heart, but it is also easy to paralyze the mind, so he is always carrying his mind, cautious, lest he fall into the devil's way.

After a while, Ye Yan Tingxue looked at the Junzi Orchid all over the ground, and said: "Since entering the Jiang family for ten years, I have spoken a total of three hundred and twenty-seven words with the eldest lady so far, and every time I say a word, I will plant a pot of Junzi Orchid in this courtyard, and cut off three hundred and twenty-seven petals every day to calm my heart, ten years like a day has never changed, but there are more and more Junzi Orchids in the courtyard, and the sword in my heart is becoming more and more difficult to calm down." ”

Jiang Changan was stunned, didn't know how to continue for a while, patted his buttocks and stood up, and said: "Jiang Xiaoru once told me that there is a way in this world, called the ruthless way, and those who practice this way need to taste all kinds of suffering, and burn their hearts, why bother?"

Jiang Changan said, raised his steps and walked towards the star-picking tower in the courtyard.

"The Fourth Son. ”

Behind him, the night was listening to the snow and suddenly spoke again.

Jiang Changan paused: "Huh?"

"Ye Yan listened to the snow and did not die, and he would never let the eldest lady be hurt in the slightest. ”

I wrote it down. Jiang Changan smiled slightly and strode upstairs.

Ye Qi listened to the snow and did not return to the house, and the long sword was unsheathed again.

On this day, the wind was sick.

Cut down six hundred and fifty-four pieces of gentleman's orchid to calm his heart.