"Maybe you want to steal the Guyue iron box yourself, and then frame it to the disciples of Xiaoshan in front of all the major sects in the rivers and lakes, my lord, you have to be careful that someone damages the public and private interests. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Xin Yao hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, hinting that Ling Jinyun wanted to swallow the Guyue iron box alone, once the suspicion within them was aroused, he could clear the suspicion on his side, and then take the opportunity to escape. When Ling Jinyun heard that Xin Yao actually pointed the finger at him in turn, he was so anxious that he stared at Xin Yao and kept stomping his feet, if it weren't for Ling Zhuo's majesty, he was afraid that he would have rushed over and fought with Xin Yao.

"You bastard boy, you are so bold, you dare to joke about the Guyue iron box." Ling Zhuo suddenly turned around and aimed at Ling Jinyun and shook two big-eared melon seeds, the Guyue Iron Box is the treasure of the Guyue Sect, it is too late for ordinary disciples to worship the Guyue Iron Box, how dare Ling Jinyun use the Guyue Iron Box to make trouble, now it's good, the Guyue Iron Box is really lost.

Ling Jinyun was so aggrieved that he burst into tears, and couldn't stop kowtowing, his mouth wide open as if to say, "Don't dare anymore."

As everyone knows, the Gu Yue Iron Box was not lost by Ling Jinyun, but was lost in Ling Zhuo's own hands.

The brocade box that Ling Jinyun carried was not the Guyue Iron Box at all, the real Guyue Iron Box was an extremely simple square iron box, which contained all the efforts of Ling Zhuo and the Seven Saints of the Ancient Moon Sect, and it was a set of internal strength methods that they had spent thirty years developing that were most suitable for the Guyue Sword Technique.

Ling Zhuo was actually like a mirror, long before Ling Jinyun doubted Meng Qingzhi, Ling Zhuo had inquired that Meng Qingzhi was a disciple of the Lian clan, and the Lian clan's martial arts focused on speed rather than moves.

Then judging from the fight in the room of the Fangcai Inn, Xin Yao used a soft sword, and Tang Taiying didn't use a sword at all but punched.

From this point of view, even if the three of them stole the Gu Yue Iron Box, it would be useless, the Gu Yue Iron Box's mental method was completely with the Gu Yue Sword Technique, the three of them didn't use the sword, even if they stole the Gu Yue Iron Box, it was useless, and there was no motive to steal the Gu Yue Iron Box at all.

Moreover, the three of them were young people, and there was also an injured person, even if they were young and promising, they were not Feiyu's opponents, let alone their own opponents, how could they have the ability to steal the Guyue Iron Box when Ling Zhuo and Feiyu were on guard at the same time.

If it wasn't Xin Yao who stole the Guyue Iron Box, who were they?

The eastern sky slowly broke through a ray of light, and the pale cyan sky was still inlaid with a few remnant stars that were unwilling to retreat, and everything was waking up dimly.

At this time, there was a sound of light footsteps not far away, and a woman with makeup was slowly approaching.

"Uncle, I'm up so early today." The woman called Ling Zhuo her uncle, and as soon as she saw Ling Zhuo, she immediately saluted him warmly and respectfully.

The woman was holding a set of extremely elaborate and delicate tea utensils in her hand, and she knew that Ling Zhuo loved to drink new tea, so she specially gathered the best spring water and cooked it for him.

"Sleepless night." Ling Zhuo responded to the woman with a wry smile, he took the teacup handed over by the woman, took a sip, and immediately filled his mouth with fragrance and refreshed.

In fact, Ling Zhuo and the others didn't get up early at all, but slept late, they went to the inn last night to kidnap Meng Qing and his party, tossing all night, and now they are really hungry.

"It's not dawn yet, I just heard the movement and immediately came over to take a look, uncle, you wait a while, and I will tell the disciples to prepare breakfast."

Unexpectedly, the woman had not yet prepared breakfast, and Ling Zhuo, who was aggrieved in her belly, was slightly disappointed.

Suddenly, the woman saw Ling Jinyun behind Ling Zhuo, Ling Jinyun was curled up on the ground at this time, her face was full of bitterness, the woman hurriedly pounced, and said coquettishly: "Oh, husband, what's wrong with you." ”

When Xin Yao heard this, her whole body suddenly tightened, this woman just called Ling Jinyun her husband, Xiao Liyong had told Ling Jinyun's backyard as a joke to Xin Yao and Tan Taiying that day, Xin Yao naturally knew that Ling Jinyun's wife was a bewitching woman called Ma Ying, and it seemed that she was the person in front of her.

Xin Yao looked at Ma Ying with a little afterglow, Ma Ying's appearance was not outstanding, but she was well-dressed, and her figure was not slender, but she was dressed boldly, a pink belt tightened her willow waist, the brocade long skirt couldn't cover the peach-colored undershirt, the white and tender skin on her chest was looming, the beads were slanted, and her eyes were flying.

Thinking about it, Xin Yao was suddenly shocked in her heart, Ma Ying just called Ling Zhuo as her uncle, that is to say, Ling Zhuo, the leader of the Guyue Sect, is actually Ling Jinyun's uncle, Ling Jinyun is Ling Zhuo's nephew, it turns out that their same surname is not a coincidence, but a veritable family, so that Xin Yao's strategy is destined not to succeed from the beginning.

Before, Xin Yao was thinking about provoking Ling Zhuo and Ling Jinyun, deliberately creating suspicions, and putting all the fault on Ling Jinyun, but now it seems that Ling Zhuo will only be angry with Ling Jinyun for a while, and will not really doubt him and blame him, after all, he is Ling Zhuo's own nephew. At this time, Xin Yao could only think of another way, how to escape from Ling Zhuo's hands.

Xin Yao thought about it, Ma Ying had already gone around to Ling Jinyun's side, untied her husband's dumb hole without authorization, and then gently patted Ling Jinyun on the back, Ling Zhuo's acupoint must be stuck in the veins and veins to make it extremely uncomfortable, Ma Ying gently patted Ling Jinyun and helped Ling Jinyun slowly pass this breath.

"You, you must have said the wrong thing and offended your uncle, so quickly admit your mistake and apologize." Ma Ying said coquettishly.

"He didn't just say the wrong thing, he made a big mistake, Rong'er, he didn't have his share of the meal today, I want to make him hungry for a day." Ling Zhuo looked at Ling Jinyun with a gloomy face, hating that iron could not become steel, but after all, he was the grandson of his eldest brother, Ling Zhuo had always indulged him, even if Ling Jinyun dared to joke about the Guyue Iron Box now, Ling Zhuo only punished him to stop eating for a day.

"Okay, uncle, let's dissipate my anger, and my granddaughter-in-law will pour tea for you again." Ma Ying twisted her waist and came to Ling Zhuo.

Ling Zhuo watched Ma Ying carefully brew and pour tea, he took the tea lotus casually, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully, squinting his eyes and reveling in the fragrance full of his mouth.

At this time, there were already Gu Yue Sect disciples who brought out Ling Zhuo's breakfast utensils, Xin Yao squinted his eyes and peeked at them, only to see a large tray of antique and antique colors, treasured eight things, twenty kinds of food, prepared with all kinds of flavors, everything.

Xin Yao thought to herself, it seemed that Ling Zhuo had a soft spot for food, even a mere breakfast utensils were so particular, Xin Yao's thoughts were racing, and after a while, she exhaled deeply, as if she had thought of a countermeasure in this short breath.

"Unconsciously, it's time for breakfast, this hero, can I borrow the kitchen of your hospital, my sleeping friend, his body is not good and his mouth is tricky, except for the pastries I made, he doesn't use any other breakfast." Xin Yao's tone pretended to be relaxed, and when she lowered her head to ask Ling Zhuo, she was holding her breath and staring, and her eyes were closely watching Ling Zhuo's reaction.