- After telling the truth about what happened in Kyoto, Cheng Xu's hands and legs couldn't help but tremble slightly, not only because he had never stopped for more than 600 miles from Kyoto to Xishankou Daying, but also because of the changes in Kyoto, he personally relayed it directly to the emperor.

Cheng Xu has imagined more than once that one day he can directly face the position of the emperor, what will it be like? I didn't expect this day to come so quickly, but the reason for this scene was anxiety and anxiety, and I didn't enjoy the pleasure of honor at all.

After the ceremony, Wang Chi beckoned the two guards to take Cheng Xu to retreat and rest, only to find that he was already in a semi-coma due to overwork.

Seeing the two sword guards holding each other left and right, helping Cheng Xu to exit the camp, Wang Chi sighed softly and said, "Kyoto is finally in chaos."

Li Gai hesitated for a moment, and then said: "This place is only six hundred miles away from Kyoto, but before Cheng Xu came here, there was already chaos over there, I don't know if it will be too late to rush back at this time."

Wang Chi shook his head and said: "The affairs on your side must not be changed if they are arranged, and the affairs of Kyoto will be taken care of when I go back."

Li Gai also sighed and said, "If you agreed with my construction a month ago, maybe things won't be strict to this point."

Wang Chi shook his head again and said, "If you don't leave, those cow ghosts, snakes, and gods will only endure it for a longer time, and they will not come out until you leave." Watching most of the process of this matter, the other party calculated the time very accurately, which especially shows his intentions. ”

After a slight pause, he continued: "The chaos in Kyoto is full of a small family atmosphere, and all the spearheads are aimed at a child who can't do anything. I miscalculated, thinking that letting that child lose a sharp wing can make some people forget their jealousy, but I didn't expect the viciousness of people's hearts. Perhaps in the eyes of some people, as long as she lives, she is a thorn. That being the case, I might as well make this thorn sharper. Those who can't tolerate a child. Sooner or later, I'll get into trouble, and there's no value in harnessing it. ”

"At the current time, it is not quite suitable for the Kyoto Purge."

When he said this, he had the implication of directly contradicting Wang Chi, but Wang Chi didn't annoy him, just smiled faintly and said, "It's time to arrange it."

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In the copper incense burner carved with plum blossoms, a cluster of velvet burned from white charcoal, the balm made from tulip petals on the gold leaf slowly melts, and wisps of invisible smoke waft out of the incense burner. Spread out in the private room of No. 3 C of Deyi Building. In this situation, it seems that there is no need to use wine to cheer up, and the feeling of fragrant fragrance makes people's hearts ethereal, alienated from reality, and teaches people to get drunk.

The folding sword that had been waiting for a long time couldn't hold back for a while. swallowed half of the bean cake made by the tasteless workshop on the table in one go, and felt thirsty, so he directly picked up the white jade fine porcelain teapot in his hand, and aimed the beautiful arc of the pot at his stubble and green mouth, and poured it together.

Of course, the tea sent upstairs with the famous bean cake will not go anywhere, and the fresh and slightly sweet taste makes Zhi Jian suddenly have an idea in his heart: What the sect wants to do when it sends people into Beijing this time, if it is really done. Does it mean that these good things will soon be washed away by a catastrophe caused by the change of dynasties?

However, he didn't have much time to think about this question, which might not have much meaning to him, when a somewhat familiar footstep suddenly sounded outside the door, walking towards his more familiar beat, so he quickly dissipated a distracting thought in his mind. Listen intently.

After counting the breaths, he opened the door with great skill, pulled the young man who had just walked to the door into the room, and then leaned a little sideways, pushing the door shut with the elbow of the hand that carried the teapot. This set of actions looks very simple and casual. In fact, it has condensed a lot of experience, assuming that there are other people who walked with the young man just now, I am afraid that even if others can see the furnishings in the room after the door is opened, they will not be able to see the person who opened the door.

"Stunned, it's fast to snatch my teapot, do you still think I am your uncle?" The broken sword crossed Erlang's legs and wiped a handful of bean cake foam hanging from the corner of his mouth, so that he could look more like an uncle, and then he said to Sun Jin, who was already sitting opposite him: "Although I am only the executioner sent by the sect to pick you up, I am not useless, maybe one day you will have to help with your funeral." Therefore, you should know how to honor me well before you die, and I will sincerely help you keep the whole body after you die. ”

Sun Jin, a young man with a purple shirt, just shook his eyebrows when he heard this, and didn't say anything immediately, and then he leaned forward slightly, reached out and picked up half of the delicately ground pastry on the plate on the table, and put it in his mouth and melted on the tip of his tongue, and then he was puzzled: "I didn't expect that the pastries produced by the tasteless workshop are actually flavorful, but why is it that Uncle Shi, you eat half a plate, and your tongue may not be sweeter?"

Folding the sword understood, Sun Jin was scolding him for his poisonous mouth, but he couldn't find the words he felt for a while. Among the three children he watched grow from an ignorant boy to a strong and drunken son, Sun Jin in front of him was the most neat.

After thinking for a moment, he folded his sword and looked at Sun Jin, who stretched out his hand to the pastry again, and suddenly slapped his palm, and said at the same time, "Have you washed your hands?"

Sun Jin's outstretched hand was suddenly slapped away, but his other hand reached out at this moment and directly copied the saucer. When the pastry plate was picked up by him, his person had already left his seat, flashed aside, leisurely threw a piece of pastry into his mouth, moved his cheeks and said slowly: "Then did you shave yesterday?"

Fold Jian touched his rough cheeks abruptly, shook his head slightly, and seemed to say to himself: "This is not the point to me......" His words suddenly paused at this point, and then he walked quickly to the door, reaching out and pressing on the edge of the door panel. It took a moment of holding his breath as he had done before opening the door the last time he had done before he used some strength in his hands, but only to pull the door open a crack.

A look of doubt flashed across the face of the broken sword that squinted and swept through the crack in the door, and the door was quickly completely torn open by him, and a blue-colored figure floated in like smoke.

"Uncle Shi." The blue-colored figure that floated into the room saluted the folding sword that had just turned around after closing the door.

This person is about the same age as Sun Jin in the house, and he is only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is in the prime of his youth. However, if you take a closer look at this man in blue clothes, it should not be difficult for others to find that he and Sun Jin actually have many differences.

His demeanor is more gentle, and there is a little clarity in the depths of his eyes that is different from ordinary people. It seems to be born to grow. And this difference makes him feel a trace of coolness at the same time as the gaze of others, regardless of whether there is a habitual smile on his young face when he raises his eyes.

As a result, he is accustomed to lowering his gaze when communicating with others, which makes him seem to have a more humble attitude, even a self-leveling identity. But he did this just so that others would not misunderstand his natural eyes as another kind of love that was not so good. After many years, although he grew up as an adult, this sense of humility was shaped more profoundly.

But at this time, the two people in the room were as defenseless as possible to him, so he could raise his gaze a lot, and his face showed a smile from the heart, and the innate little ice-like thing in his eyes naturally seemed to be shrouded in the sun and turned into a clear spring. It's still not hot, but it's not so cold.

"It's really Qi Nan." Folding the sword once again glanced at the young man in blue shirt who was saluting him in front of him from bottom to top, and made sure that there was not a trace of disgrace on the young man's body at this time, his expression was a little softened, and he smiled softly and said, "It can't be so coincidental, right?" Are the elders of the sect who wrote lists really confused?"

Uncle Shi said cautiously. If Uncle Fu Jian hears it, I'm afraid it will be another thing for you. Listening to the sword taunting the elders in several important positions in the upper sect, Wu Qinan had a smile on his face, "It's not a coincidence that we will meet here. I had just finished the affairs of Yuejiazhuang, and when I was about to return to the sect after washing, I suddenly received a direct task. It was Uncle Fu Jian who gave the order of the sect. I guess he'll be here soon, too. ”

After listening to Wu Qinan's narration, the broken sword touched his jaw that had newly grown a piece of stubble, and said lightly: "That's really not a coincidence, Xiao Sun is basically the same as what you received."

Wu Qinan nodded heartily, and glanced sideways at Sun Jin, who had already put down the pastry plate and took a step closer to him. He suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked Xiang Jianjian: "Uncle Shi, how is Xiao Ling's injury doing?"

With just one sentence, Folding Sword heard the answer he really wanted to know, and said bluntly: "I'm afraid he won't be able to help you." That's all I said. He paused as if he remembered something, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of self-talk in his tone, "Since the sect's summons this time was Fu Jiansheng, then if Ling Li hadn't gone out of the Misty Mountain, Fu Jian would definitely have called him too." But in this way, this matter is a bit mysterious, what kind of big man is he can get the three of you to announce the mission goal?"

"This ......"

"What?"

After listening to the speculation of the broken sword, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, the two young people, were slightly stunned, and asked in unison, "Didn't he even tell you?"

According to the rules of the sect where the three people in the house belonged, under normal circumstances, the sect would assign an additional receiver for each killer, and the task of the receiver was either to clean up the traces after the fact, or to exercise the duty of exterminating the mouth when the incident was defeated, so as to ensure that the failed task would not implicate the stability of the sect. Therefore, even if the respondent is not directly involved in the task information that the killer will perform, he or she is qualified to know the detailed information, and the receiver will often get this information first.

Half a month ago, Zhijian was still Lingli's answer, and after Lingli's accident, Zhijian was transferred to Sun Jin's side, and he was still the answerer, of course, he was qualified to get the mission information in Kyoto this time. If you count the generations, the folding sword and the Fu sword are still the same generations taught by a master, but Sun and Wu really can't imagine why Fu Jian would even fold the sword so tightly.

And if these two young people had to ponder the inducement of the strange place in this matter, they would only think of the same place again, that is, the contradiction between the two uncles who had broken the sword and the sword that had lasted for more than ten years.

These two people are very friendly to their peers, and even take care of the disciples of the sect below their seniority, but as long as these two people meet together, that friendly relationship will definitely dissipate instantly. Sun and Wu, including the disciples of their generation in the sect, after entering the sect, most of the memories of these two uncles have the impression that Fu Jian spoke badly to each other about folding the sword, and that the sword was not returned. But with a sense of contempt, he smiled lightly at Fu Jian.

However, the contradiction between these two people has lasted for so many years, and no one clearly knows what the cause of this contradiction is.

But no matter what personal grievances there are between the broken sword and the Fu sword, the Fu sword should not involve this contradiction in affecting the rules of the sect. This is a taboo in the sect. If Folding Sword is a narrow-hearted person with a long tongue, as long as he immediately reports this matter to the sect, I am afraid that Fu Jian will soon be taken back by the elders of the sect's law enforcement hall, locked in that iron prison that starts from the ground, and eats the wind and rain for several months.

Folding the sword looked at the eyes of Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, the two young people, how could he not know their thoughts, no matter how anxious Fu Jian's temper was, how could he say that he was the one who taught these two drunkards all their skills.

With a silent sigh, a faint smile reappeared on Folding Jian's face, and he said slowly: "Although this guy Fu Jian is really unauthentic sometimes. But after all these years, when did I not let him? If I really wanted to screw him up, wouldn't I have started a fight a long time ago, and you two boys would have had the right time to persuade me to fight. ”

"Uncle Folding Sword, between you and Uncle Fu Jian...... Did there really ever be a grudge?"

I heard Broken Sword take the initiative to talk about the matter between him and Fu Jian. Although he expressed himself vaguely on the issue of grievances, in Sun Jin's eyes, it was an opportunity, so he finally couldn't help it and hurriedly asked a question.

In addition to Sun Jin himself, this issue is actually also a mystery in the sect, and many disciples of his generation want to know about it.

Although the sect they belong to is doing extremely cold things. However, there is a lot of unity within the sect, because the tasks they perform are either indisputable or full of dangers, which is a great test of the tacit cooperation of several people. It is also because of this that all the disciples in the sect have been instilled with a character, whether it is for the daily life of ordinary people. Or the hard work of people like them, a character that is positive and must have.

In the past, there were also people in the sect who asked the sword this question, and it is said that the questioner was often taught a bad lesson verbally, and of course the answer would not be asked. So for Sun Jin, who asked this question to Zhijian for the first time, he was actually very nervous at the moment.

And when Sun Jin's words fell. Folding Sword's smiling face sank.

The hearts of the two young men, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, also sank slightly, they couldn't imagine or accept that Uncle Breaking Sword, who usually treated them very kindly, suddenly reprimanded them angrily.

But at the moment when the atmosphere in the room was about to burst from the two loves, there was a sudden knock on the door from behind the folding sword. This knock was like someone pried open a side crack in the lid of a kettle that was about to boil, and the things that the three people in the room were holding on to their heads scattered in an instant.

Listening to the rhythm of the knocker's breathing through a door panel, Folding Sword thought that the guy from Deyi House had come upstairs to add hot tea, but when he opened the door and glanced at the young man standing at the door, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then pulled the young man indoors.

"Xiao Ling?"

Ling Li came here suddenly, although he had changed his clothes in advance, Sun Jin in the house only needed three or two eyes to recognize him. After a while, Wu Qinan also understood, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The three young men had a close-knit life experience when they were young, and they knew and trusted each other well, but two of them would be surprised by the sudden appearance of another partner, not only because Oriken had just said that this partner should have been recuperating from his injuries and not participating in this mission in Kyoto, but also because of the sound of his footsteps, the rhythm of his breathing, and his face, all of which clearly revealed a side that was too different from his previous life.

Compared with the sharp Li of the sect Yicheng, the Ling Li standing in front of them today seemed to have become another person.

He looked terrible at this point.

So when he came upstairs, he was almost ignored by the three people in the private room of No. 3 C in Deyi Building as ordinary tea guys in the building.

"Hey, you don't have to paint your face like this, do you?" Sun Jin said with a smile, and stretched out a finger to quickly scrape Ling Li's forehead, in front of his brotherly friend, he always can't be too strict, but his mood at the moment is actually full of worry.

Ling Li didn't avoid him, which made him even more worried.

Feeling the coolness of his fingertips, he glanced at his nails again, and there was no fine powder left on them to hide his face, and the smile on Sun Jin's face finally sank completely.

The sharp sick appearance was not made of disfigurement powder, the kind of pale with a sense of gray defeat seeped out from the inside of the skin, which really shocked Sun Jinguanzhi. It's just half a month since I saw it. This one, who had been specially cultivated by Uncle Fu Jian, and was also the strongest of the three of them who had studied under Fu Jian, was now tossed into this appearance by a drop of Snake King venom.

After being stunned for a moment, Sun Jin raised another hand and reached out towards Ling Li. The direction changed, no longer to probe the sharp face, but the palm that hung slightly at his side.

This time, Ling Li finally raised his hand and blocked his hand.

"Sun Jin, you can also see that my current state is not very good." It's not just that it's not in good shape, it's so bad that it almost collapses. The skin on his face was dry like fine sand after exposure to the sun, and his lips were gray and a little bloodshot The young man was sharp, but he just raised his hand to block Sun Jin. Even the rhythm of his breathing suddenly became a little more chaotic.

This bump and bump on the fists and feet was originally a game that these three young people usually played, but Ling Li now gave Sun Jin the feeling that he was a clay figure with much more water and a lot of water, as long as he pushed it gently. will collapse.

At this time, Wu Qinan, another young man in the room who had not made a sound, finally spoke up and asked Ling Li: "I didn't expect that the poison of the insect and snake envoy to be so powerful, but didn't Xiao Chung treat you?" Why do you look worse now than when my grandson and I visited you a few days ago?"

Although Wu Qinan does not talk as much as Sun Jin, and is used to facing outsiders with his eyes slightly lowered, his eyesight and mental cohesion are actually very strong. From the moment he recognized Ling Li's identity, his attention never took his attention off Ling Li. However, the conclusions drawn from the observation made him as worried as Sun Jin.

Without waiting for Ling Li to reply to the two of them, one of the hands of the broken sword reached over, grabbed one of Ling Li's shoulders, and asked with a condensed look, "Fu Jian asked you to come?"

When his words fell into the ears of the two young people on the side, their eyes also sank.

Lingli's physical condition is so poor, if Fu Jian can still ignore these and summon him to participate in the mission. Fu Jian's heart is inevitably too ruthless, which makes people feel a little cold. However, this thought did not stay in the hearts of the two young people for long, because if it weren't for the fact that Ling Li had a deep friendship with them like siblings, their way of thinking about things would not have been so emotional.

Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, who were accustomed to rational thinking in the depths of their hearts, quickly came back to their senses and realized that even Fu Jian was really cold-hearted. He probably wouldn't have made such an arrangement that was not in line with his intelligence. With Ling Li's current state, let alone cutting off his head, even cutting a chicken and duck is a bit lacking in strength, if he follows them to participate in the task of this trip to Kyoto, I am afraid that it will be a disadvantage.

Although Uncle Fu Jian is not as gentle and easy to talk as Uncle Folding Sword, he is not an impulsive and stupid person. On the other hand, at this moment, Uncle Folding Sword's expression was a little too emotional, wasn't it because he asked Uncle Fu Jian in front of him just now about his old grievances with him, which stimulated him a little more?

Just when the expressions on the faces of these two young people fluctuated slightly as the questions they were thinking about, they listened to Ling Li's reply to Folding Sword: "It has nothing to do with Uncle Fu Jian, I came here with Sun Jin."

His whereabouts were caught by a fellow disciple and followed him all the way so far, although because this fellow disciple was his good friend, the consequences were not too strict, but Sun Jin's expression on his face at this time still became a little unnatural. This is the first time he has been followed, and what is tracking him is so bad.

Noticing the embarrassment on Sun Jin's face, Ling Li also knew that his doing this was very inauthentic for his fellow senior brothers who had always been emphasized by the sect to respect and help each other, but a problem he had discovered a few days ago, and his current poor physical condition, made him have to change some ways of acting towards his own brothers.

"I'm sorry, Sun Jin." Ling Li didn't know what kind of words to pick to make Sun Jin believe that he was really sorry, but he had also felt that he had come out this time, and with his body at this time, he was afraid that he would not be able to last a few hours, so he could only choose to condense all the words he had to say today.

The snake venom in the foggy mountains has infested his body for half a month, although he was treated in time by Xiao Chung and saved his life, but the residual poison is not extinguished, and the poisonous wounds are often repeated, which almost breaks half of his life.

The success of following Sun Jin to get here is mainly due to his familiarity with Sun Jin's behavior and habits, who have lived and practiced martial arts together for more than ten years. Despite this advantage, it is still very mentally exhausting to follow such a master without being noticed. Qiang chased to Deyi Building with a breath. At this moment, Ling Li clearly felt that his heart was beating fast, but his hands and feet were cold as if they were immersed in ice and snow, and his lips began to be a little numb.

In fact, he didn't have to take the initiative to say it, and the two young people on the side could also see a trace of something bad in his face.

Although Sun Jin was a little unhappy when he first learned that he was being followed by Ling Li. But that little affection was just a flash, and it didn't leave a trace, and he didn't really mean to remember the weirdness. On the contrary, after listening to the sharp apology, he became a little anxious, and after a little hesitation, his eyes became cold, and he said: "That surnamed Xiao is obviously a quack, if he delays your life, I will have to pull him out and slaughter him even if he travels thousands of miles."

Hearing that there was a ruthlessness in Sun Jin's tone, it seemed that he didn't seem to be joking when he said this, but if he really did it. It is very likely that he will be taken to the water prison by the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall for violating a certain rule of the sect. Ling Li really wanted to persuade him, but in the end he just let out a silent breath and didn't say a word.

Taking a deep breath again, he suppressed the discomfort of palpitations, looked at Sun Jin and said slowly, "Do you know where I started to follow you?"

Sun Jin hadn't withdrawn from the ruthlessness he had just spoken. At this time, when Ling Li mentioned this matter again, he casually responded: "If I know, how can I let you succeed at this time, I will intercept you halfway."

"You calm down." Ling Li raised his hand as he spoke, roughly making a "stop" meaning, and then said: "I met you at the wonton restaurant, but it was actually purely a coincidence." Because I'll go in with you in a moment. Maybe that's why you didn't notice me sitting in the crowd. ”

Speaking of this place, Sun Jin had also cooled down, and he could easily feel it with his mind, and the sharp words were not finished. But at the same time, he really couldn't figure out the real purpose of stalking him. I don't know if he will be willing to say it bluntly next, so he knocked on the side: "Looking at your current appearance, it is really too far from the Xiao Ling I have seen."

Ling Li didn't bother to think about whether there was ambiguity in Sun Jin's words, he just looked at him and asked, "You don't ask why I'm there?"

Under normal circumstances, Ling Li should hide in the Qingfeng Pavilion at this time to lie down and recuperate. More than a month ago. He made a deal in the Xiahe County Guard's Mansion, and although he earned a huge amount of money for the sect, he had not completely escaped the pursuit of some force since that day.

The assassination of court officials is a very troublesome matter, and if it involves the attention of the emperor in Kyoto, and sends a group of eagle dogs from the court to investigate the matter, the matter will become a little tricky, and maybe it will really pull the entire sect into the water.

However, the personal influence of the county guard of Xiahe County obviously belonged to the latter after the assassination, and there was not much movement on the part of the imperial court on this matter. The report handed over was probably just a walk around the table case in the imperial study, and was soon sent to the Criminal Department, and the pension allocated by the court to the family of the county keeper who died tragically was not thin, but the follow-up work afterwards, the Criminal Department did a little hastily, and the case was closed early.

The sect also thought that this matter was over, as for the force that pursued and killed Ling Li, the sect did not pay attention to it at first, in fact, including Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, who were closest to Ling Li, only laughed it off after hearing about it. As an outstanding person among the young disciples of the sect, Ling Li should have been able to cut off this little tail after the fact very easily, which was also a small situation that other sect disciples often encountered when performing tasks in the past.

However, an unexpected change happened to the sect. After killing several pursuers in a row on the way back to the sect, he clearly felt that the people who pursued him not only did not automatically retreat because they were afraid of death, but the newcomers were going to surpass the former who was killed by him, both in terms of martial arts and strategy. Smelling that the situation was not good, Ling Li finally sent a letter of help to the sect, but the sect's reaction was still a little late, and he almost died when he collided with the worm and snake girl in the foggy mountains.

The sect also started from this moment on, really took this matter seriously, and before the situation was really investigated, it guided Ling Li to live in Kyoto Seifukan. If the pursuit of Ling Li is not a secret operation of the government, but from the warriors of the rivers and lakes, with the current style of guarding inside and outside Kyoto as meticulously as a monolith, it is relatively safe for Ling Li to hide in this capital to rest his injuries.

In Kyoto, where entering the city with a kitchen knife requires a complicated procedure, it is almost impossible for anyone to search a business without official credentials. Due to its special nature, Seifukan is located in a relatively closed neighborhood with a pedestrian environment. It is also suitable for hiding your identity and waiting for the injury to recover.

So where he will appear in Kyoto, it should indeed have nothing to do with Fu Jian's arrangement, but after thinking about it again, there is one of the most obvious strangenesses. The severe poison wounds clearly have a tendency to worsen again. He was restless lying in the Qingfeng Pavilion to recuperate, tossing here, his face already showed the kind of gray and depraved look that only a dying person would have, he really didn't want to die?

"Do you want to die?" Sun Jin immediately asked, and when he said this, he looked at Ling Li, and there was no provocation in his eyes, but anxiety and worry were intertwined.

Ling Li still didn't care about Sun Jin's words, but he didn't look away, but immediately asked under the other party's gaze: "Do you know that in the Fangcai Wonton Restaurant, except for me." And Uncle Fu Jian and Little Sister are there?"

"Huh?" Sun Jin was surprised and completely stunned.

If Fu Jian really brought all his martial arts and the disguise technique he was good at to the extreme, he would indeed have the ability to hide from the disciples he taught, and naturally include the best of the three young disciples of the three sects in front of him.

It's just that Sun Jin and Wu Qinan were both summoned to Beijing by Fu Jianxin. So when everyone arrived at the agreed meeting, why did Fu Jian have to hide it more?

The disciples of the sect are not without a certain degree of self-consciousness, even if they calmly encounter Fu Jian on the street, Sun Jin can understand that there is no need to greet his uncle. But this time in that small wonton restaurant, Fu Jian would have covered it so closely, if it hadn't been for Ling Li's mention at this time, Sun Jin wouldn't have realized it at all. Fu Jian is generally their master. This is a bit too cautious.

But the key point that made Sun Jin and the other two people in the room feel that Fu Jian was a little weird was that Ling Li picked out this problem and spread it out on the table, otherwise this question would have been ignored by a few people waiting in this private room.

Sun Jin had already forgotten to speak, and at this time, he heard Wu Qinan, who had been silent, ask: "Xiao Ling, could it be that you already know the reason why Uncle Fu Jian did this?"

His gaze was on Wu Qinan's ice-like pupils. Sure that he couldn't find a hidden look in these eyes, he asked with some surprise in his sharp tone, "Don't you even know?"

"Don't you know?" The sound of the sword being folded suddenly came, and at the same time, Ling Li also felt the hand on his shoulder tighten slightly, and he looked sideways. I saw the smiling face of the broken sword when he took a step closer to him, "Is something happening, since you are not involved in the mission of the few of us to enter the capital this time, why did you come here today to try to get information from the two of them?"

When Folding Sword looked at Ling Li, his gaze was as gentle and steady as usual, and Ling Li looked at him, his face revealing deeper doubts. After looking at each other like this for a moment, Ling Li turned his head, looked at Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, and said slowly: "Okay, then let me talk about my thoughts." If I'm not wrong, your goal in entering Beijing this time is ......"

When Ling Li said the last two words of this sentence, he only moved his mouth and did not make a sound, and at the same time, he spread out one hand and made a posture of lifting upwards.

Although Deyi House is the most popular choice for many Beijing businessmen or officials in the DPRK and China when talking about business and confidantes, Ling Li is not ready to spit out those two words until he is unsure of the sound insulation effect of this elegant house on the upper floor of Deyi Building, because the incident that these two words are easy to involve is really terrible.

In case these two words are stolen by miscellaneous ears, the few people who have entered this capital, no matter how strong their personal skills are, will immediately become lambs to be bound under the search formation of more than 10,000 Kyoto garrison soldiers.

However, for his fellow uncles and brothers, the tacit communication between them has long supported them in interpreting this silent mouth shape and gesture.

The faces of the other three people in the room were still calm except for the broken sword, and the other two young people all changed their expressions drastically.

In Room C, No. 3 on the second floor of Deyi Building, a quiet atmosphere that was close to solidification lasted for a long time, and then it was revealed by a sharp sentence: "As for why Uncle Fu Jian went there, and even Sun Jin hid it, it was obviously because of the presence of the target person."