These days, Zhong Zhen deliberately didn't think about the matter of Huajian Pavilion, and he didn't want to know what happened to Chang Hanxiang and them. The more you know, the more troublesome it is, as if you are stuck in a swamp and can't climb out.

She always felt that everyone's business should be solved by everyone's ideas. In the future, whether they go to prison, or find a way to climb the big backer, they can only rely on their own ability.

This world is really incomprehensible, and everyone is difficult to protect themselves, and they can do it and see it.

At this moment, knowing that Ding Jiancheng was Liu Doukui's apprentice, Zhong Zhen couldn't help but inquire about the follow-up, and after hearing it, he hated himself for being so curious, but he was in an extremely bad mood.

She asked a few more words, and when she saw that she couldn't squeeze any juice anymore, she said that she was tired and wanted to sleep.

His eyes were closed, but he didn't feel sleepy.

It is impossible to know whether His Highness is with Liu Doukui and them, or whether there is someone behind him to exert pressure. But obviously Liu Doukui is fine, Huajian Pavilion still opens the door to accept disciples, and everything is the same as before.

As for Master Zhu, there must be a background, otherwise there is no way to let Liu Dabeard not come to find bad luck.

The disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect is probably only one of the identities, and he should have some other more prominent identities.

With the magnanimity of Master Zhu digging out the spirit crystal, it is impossible for him to be just an ordinary sect disciple. Look, Ding Jiancheng worshiped Liu Doukui, a master who was extremely beautiful in the Huayang faction, and he couldn't take out thousands of spirit crystals casually.

In Yunzhi County back then, it was rumored that he was a descendant of the Zhu family, the prime minister of the dynasty. Maybe it's true, but this identity should have a bit of weight, right? The princes and grandsons, as well as the officials of the dynasty, Zhong Zhen didn't know who had the power, and thought that he was involved in such a big thing.

This should be regarded as standing in the queue and standing in Master Zhu's group.

She was a little frightened, and she always felt that there was a huge monster behind her, slowly coming towards her with its mouth wide open, and then swallowing her to the bone.

This monster didn't know how many people it devoured before, and she was such a small person. It's just that it happened to be the right time, and I accidentally stood by the monster's teeth.

The body was able to move, Zhong Zhen immediately deduced that there was a difference between men and women, and ran away as if he was burning his buttocks. Ding Jiancheng chased and shouted behind him, but she didn't pay any attention to it.

Liu Dabeard is a big bastard, you are a little bastard. It's good to worship whoever is a teacher, why worship Liu Doukui as a teacher.

After running for a while, she felt that it was inappropriate, Ding Jiancheng's mouth was so big. Maybe I have to say something to Liu Doukui when I turn around. Immediately he hurried back again, and saw him sitting at the door of the tent with a depressed face, staring blankly at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Senior Brother Ding, I'll tell you the truth. The so-called little thief who framed your master is just your senior sister Zhong. As for whether it is a false accusation, I can only tell you that this matter involves a wide range of things, involving some unknown secrets of the Flower Pavilion, the Zixia Palace of Ningguo. There are also some royal children, and several leaders of the main sect. ”

Ding Jiancheng was overjoyed when he saw Zhong Zhen coming back, but when he heard these words, he was stunned.

lest he always be pestered in the future, and the most important thing is not to let him reveal his whereabouts to Liu Doukui. Zhong Zhen continued to smash the hammer on his head, and said in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner: "Now I just want to serve the Mongolian country in the army, and sell a trivial life to the thousands of people of the Mongolian country, and I don't want to care about all those messy things. If you want to avenge me on behalf of your master. Just come and kill me! ”

Ding Jiancheng saw that Senior Sister Zhong seemed to be out of breath, coughed violently, bent slightly and pressed his chest with his hand, as if it hurt very much. He couldn't help but feel anxious. "Senior Sister Zhong. How could I kill you. No, you have to make it clear. It doesn't matter what you are, don't go back to my tent and lie down, I'll pour you some hot water." ”

Zhong Zhen continued to cough, reached out and wiped her eyes, and let out some tears to continue, "We can't be friends anymore. I have made it very clear before, for the sake of senior brother. Don't ask anything, don't even go back and ask your master. If you know too many things, it is inevitable that you will be killed and killed. If you want to be angry with your master, let's find a place to fight, and if you lose, I will leave you at your disposal and take it to your master to kill. If I win, you can't tell your master about my whereabouts. ”

Ding Jiancheng didn't know what to say, how could it be like this. Although the master is a bit domineering, he is very good to his disciples, and every time he goes to see him, he will give Lingjing elixir very generously.

But killing Senior Sister Zhong, where does this start.

Seeing that Zhong Zhen still had tears on her face, she was still coughing when she spoke, and she seemed to be vomiting blood again. Not to mention asking him to kill someone, it was impossible to stab her with a finger.

It was not easy for her to be in the barracks with a girl's family, and she was so seriously injured that no one cared about her, and she was alone in the corner vomiting blood. Now that her injuries have not fully recovered, it is no wonder that she can walk and run so fast, obviously not wanting to be involved in these things.

Watching Zhong Zhen's back slowly disappear, Ding Jiancheng didn't know why, and his heart throbbed.

He was no longer the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy he had been, so he naturally understood what had happened.

When I first met Senior Sister Zhong underground, I felt that she was very pleased, so I regarded her as those little junior sisters of my own sect and took care of her. After three months underground, they got along almost day and night, Senior Sister Zhong's voice was so good, and she was smiling every day, although Ding Jiancheng didn't remember much what he did every day, and what he said to Senior Sister Zhong, he swore that he had never been so happy in his life.

After returning to the sect, he had been looking forward to her coming to the Huayang faction for a long time, and he was very disappointed. I can't go to the Flower Pavilion to find people, the rules of the whole women's sect are big, and no one can enter except the elders.

The young man's heart came and went quickly, but not necessarily as quickly. After thinking about it for a year or two, he gradually put the matter on the back burner. I only occasionally listened to the senior brothers enthusiastically talk about those men and women, and in a trance, I would always remember to spend a few months with Senior Sister Zhong underground, and I felt melancholy in my heart.

When they met in the barracks, Ding Jiancheng was overjoyed, and he took care of her for the past two days, and even used to wash her feet.

Unexpectedly, this was the result.

He stared blankly at a white cloud slowly drifting by in the sky, and his heart was like the sky, empty except for a cloud with a haze. For more than 20 years, except for being sent to the sect to practice and leaving his parents, he never seemed to feel so sad.

The originally simple military career was suddenly covered with an unspeakable layer of sadness.

Ding Jiancheng clenched his fists, and he definitely wouldn't tell his master about his sister's whereabouts, but he felt that he had to figure out this matter when he turned around. (To be continued.) )