Yan Qingrui's heart was slightly shocked, but in a blink of an eye, she already understood the general idea.

Originally, my grandfather got out of the famous Sword Villa, changed his name and abandoned Wu Congwen, and even entered the officialdom, his identity was relatively secret, and it would not attract attention, but his mother's unintentional move made Jingchen Shitai's opponent see his mother's martial arts path, although he was shocked for a while, but after all, it was the revenge of killing his son, and he must be unwilling.

He must have had a relationship with Mingjian Villa and revealed the news to Su Chongjing, and Su Chongjing's father was not bright when he got the position of the owner of Mingjian Villa, and he was naturally afraid that his grandfather's existence would affect his status in the rivers and lakes at that time, and even affect his position as the owner, so he viciously did not do anything.

And at that time, my grandfather was in the midst of political struggle, and his political enemies joined Su Chongjing to get rid of him in a vicious way.

She had a whim in her heart, she sent so many people to search for the information of the two uncles, but they have not found anything, could they be locked up in the dungeon of the Famous Sword Villa?

When she goes back, Su Zixian should be back, just ask her.

Master Jingchen continued: "I have learned from the pain, regretted it and regretted it, and I no longer care about ordinary things. If there are still things on your mind that have not been settled, it is the scriptures that your mother put in my place back then. ”

She took out the scripture book and handed it to Yan Qingrui with a precious heart.

Yan Qingrui received it in her hand and gently opened it, however, she quickly raised her head: "This is not my mother's handwriting!"

Master Jingchen nodded, sighed softly, and said, "Your mother is really a strange woman, in fact, the information you want, or the clues, is indeed in those thousand and twenty scriptures, which I have missed your mother and relatives over the years, and after reading it, I sorted it out for her." ”

Yan Qingrui was suspicious in her heart and asked, "How do you know that my mother's scriptures are secrets?"

She only knew when she saw the painting and saw the four lines of poetry, Master Jingchen recognized the painting too much, but those four sentences, her eyes were slightly different when she saw them just now, obviously there was no poem on the painting she saw.

Master Jingchen said: "If I tell you that these four lines of poetry were chanted by you when I saw your mother for the last time, would you believe it?"

Yan Qingrui thought for a while, nodded and said, "Letter, she specially chanted to you!"

Master Jingchen nodded, but sighed softly, and said, "It's a pity, when I heard these four poems, I thought that your mother felt that there was a lot of suffering in the world, saw through the red dust, and wanted to escape into the empty door, but I didn't think much about it. Later, when the news of your mother's death came, I thought of her from time to time, and I also remembered these four poems, and suddenly I was thinking, a transparent woman like your mother, and with martial arts, no matter how unfortunate she encountered, she would not bow her head easily. At that time, she was already copying scriptures for Nanyin Monastery every year, and I wanted to see her scriptures. ”

"I read a lot, but I really discovered some secrets, in the copied scriptures, there are always two characters in different fonts. If you're not careful, you can't find it at all. And by transcribing the characters in a different font, I found in them the words that made up the four verses of the poem. I suddenly wondered, did these thousand and twenty scriptures have words in different fonts, what message is being conveyed, and who does your mother want to leave it?, but I didn't expect to guess correctly, so I copied all those words. ”

Yan Qingrui's heart was slightly shocked, but in a blink of an eye, she already understood the general idea.

Originally, my grandfather got out of the famous Sword Villa, changed his name and abandoned Wu Congwen, and even entered the officialdom, his identity was relatively secret, and it would not attract attention, but his mother's unintentional move made Jingchen Shitai's opponent see his mother's martial arts path, although he was shocked for a while, but after all, it was the revenge of killing his son, and he must be unwilling.

He must have had a relationship with Mingjian Villa and revealed the news to Su Chongjing, and Su Chongjing's father was not bright when he got the position of the owner of Mingjian Villa, and he was naturally afraid that his grandfather's existence would affect his status in the rivers and lakes at that time, and even affect his position as the owner, so he viciously did not do anything.

And at that time, my grandfather was in the midst of political struggle, and his political enemies joined Su Chongjing to get rid of him in a vicious way.

She had a whim in her heart, she sent so many people to search for the information of the two uncles, but they have not found anything, could they be locked up in the dungeon of the Famous Sword Villa?

When she goes back, Su Zixian should be back, just ask her.

Master Jingchen continued: "I have learned from the pain, regretted it and regretted it, and I no longer care about ordinary things. If there are still things on your mind that have not been settled, it is the scriptures that your mother put in my place back then. ”

She took out the scripture book and handed it to Yan Qingrui with a precious heart.

Yan Qingrui received it in her hand and gently opened it, however, she quickly raised her head: "This is not my mother's handwriting!"

Master Jingchen nodded, sighed softly, and said, "Your mother is really a strange woman, in fact, the information you want, or the clues, is indeed in those thousand and twenty scriptures, which I have missed your mother and relatives over the years, and after reading it, I sorted it out for her." ”

Yan Qingrui was suspicious in her heart and asked, "How do you know that my mother's scriptures are secrets?"

She only knew when she saw the painting and saw the four lines of poetry, Master Jingchen recognized the painting too much, but those four sentences, her eyes were slightly different when she saw them just now, obviously there was no poem on the painting she saw.

Master Jingchen said: "If I tell you that these four lines of poetry were chanted by you when I saw your mother for the last time, would you believe it?"

Yan Qingrui thought for a while, nodded and said, "Letter, she specially chanted to you!"

Master Jingchen nodded, but sighed softly, and said, "It's a pity, when I heard these four poems, I thought that your mother felt that there was a lot of suffering in the world, saw through the red dust, and wanted to escape into the empty door, but I didn't think much about it. Later, when the news of your mother's death came, I thought of her from time to time, and I also remembered these four poems, and suddenly I was thinking, a transparent woman like your mother, and with martial arts, no matter how unfortunate she encountered, she would not bow her head easily. At that time, she was already copying scriptures for Nanyin Monastery every year, and I wanted to see her scriptures. ”

"I read a lot, but I really discovered some secrets, in the copied scriptures, there are always two characters in different fonts. If you're not careful, you can't find it at all. And by transcribing the characters in a different font, I found in them the words that made up the four verses of the poem. I suddenly wondered, did these thousand and twenty scriptures have words in different fonts, what message is being conveyed, and who does your mother want to leave it?, but I didn't expect to guess correctly, so I copied all those words. ”