- Fu Jian's words paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, the trace of regret between his words was wiped away. (Fengwu Literature Network)

The sound of the waves can be heavy, and the sound of the waves can be light. Although Senior Sister Canglang's 'Zhuxin Song' can be regarded as one of the four elegances, in order to play its true role, it must also have a strong internal cultivation foundation, otherwise it will be really elegant and useless.

Of course, your Senior Sister Jin Ling can't do this, but I have her by my side, in fact, it is also a disguise. She doesn't have the slightest murderous aura in her, and her martial arts are so weak that they can almost be ignored, which you can't compare to, and you can't learn.

As for why I stroked the qin just now, this is really a chaotic string sound, I learned it from Canglang. It's a rough sound, but it's relatively easy to learn, and with my potential, it's not impossible to soothe people's minds unconsciously.

And when asked, why do I deliberately show my martial arts? But it was just to keep that confident guy from retracting into the wolf so quickly.

After Fu Jian's words were finished, among the three young people in the room, except for Jin Ling, who had already known about it, so they were not surprised, and the other two young people all looked slightly stunned. For them, Canglang and Fu Jian are both uncles, but for Fu Jian, Canglang is his junior sister, but after teaching many apprentices, he will also do things to learn martial arts from his junior sister.

Moreover, his newly learned martial arts are from the rhythm of music, even if it is just the ability to kill with a layer of music, which can be regarded as a leap forward for the sword that is blank in terms of music.

At this time, Sun Jin couldn't help but regret a little, he should have sat in that wonton restaurant for a while just now, so as to listen to the sound of Fu Jian's quick piano. But this thought had just germinated in his heart, and he suddenly snuffed it out as if his heart was on fire. You must know that the sound of the piano that Fu Jian learned quickly has the effect of disturbing people's hearts, especially for those who practice martial arts, it is better to listen less.

Fu Jian saw that Sun Jin seemed to be thinking about something in his heart, but he didn't say anything, but just said in a more casual tone: Before acting, what questions do you have?

That one... It should be called the string sound of the 'Troubled Heart'...... Wu Qinan raised his gaze and slightly absorbed the natural ice and snow color in his eyes. He groaned: ...... What exactly will it do?

When you fight it, you'll know it. Fu Jian said and looked at Sun Jin again, what other questions do you have?

Sun Jin rubbed his hands and asked with a little hesitation: Is the time and place set?

Hengtai Pavilion was booked today. Fu Jian said that when we can go, there will be other people to inform you separately.

Wu Qinan couldn't help but ask: Senior Sister Jin Ling doesn't have to go at this time, right?

Fu Jian didn't answer, but just looked sideways at the girl in water-colored clothes, and asked in a slightly gentler tone: "Royal Garden, do you want to go for a walk?"

Miss Jin Ling, who was in the prime of her life, thought for a moment, and then she let go of her lower lip, which had been biting tightly. The red and moist lips slightly opened and said: Go and go.

Folding the sword and Ling Li went downstairs. Out of the gate. Instead of hiring a carriage waiting at the door, they walked side by side to a more secluded alleyway.

With Ling Li's face being worse at this time than when he was upstairs, they should have hired a car to get around, but they didn't. The main thing is a brilliant idea. He had some words that he didn't finish when he was upstairs, but he went downstairs at the moment, but he wanted to ask Yu Zhijian.

Folding the sword because of the fact that he folded the sword in the Juying Hall of the Yutian Sect ten years ago, although his martial arts are now more profound than before, he no longer has the right to speak in the sect, only the qualification of obedience. But despite this, he is still a senior of the sect who is highly trusted and respected.

Take a break out of a secluded alleyway and make sure there's nothing unusual around you. Ling Li let out a sigh of relief, and said with a somewhat withered expression: "Uncle Folding Sword, do you know who gave the order for the sect disciple's trip to Kyoto this time?"

I only know that it was an order brought out of the sect by Fu Jian. Folding Sword was a little puzzled why he asked this, and a trace of doubt obviously appeared under the eyebrows of Chongmo Rudai, and after thinking for a while, he said: Of course. Fu Jian was able to bring out this order, it must have been carefully considered by the sect.

Ling Li shook his head slightly and said: The target person this time is extraordinary, if you are not careful, it is likely that the entire sect will inevitably be killed, at this time, the lord should personally come forward to arrange a qiē affairs, but the lord did not do this.

The fact that the Lord did not do this does not mean that the order brought by Fu Jian is fake. Having already sensed the person or thing that Ling Li's words were really pointing to, the doubts between the broken sword eyebrows dissipated, replaced by a look close to freezing, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: I want to know, you suddenly asked me this, is it because of what happened to you, or did you see something with your own eyes?

Although the relationship between the two people is not very good, their attitude towards the sect system is unified. At this moment, Ling Li asked this, and there was a question about whether Fu Jian was loyal to the sect, and this was something that could not be ignored or just as a joke.

I've been staying in the Seifukan for the past few days, and I haven't been out for the rest of the time except for the time when I followed my senior sister, but...... Ling Li hesitated for the last moment, and finally told the sword his doubts about his business.

Listening to his statement, the broken sword really groaned, and a pair of eyebrows were pressed very low, almost covering his eyes, showing a solemn look.

After pondering for a while, Folding Sword still didn't show his attitude towards this matter, but just asked again: Just like you just said, you haven't been out walking recently, so how can you grasp the information about the sect's investigation mistakes so carefully?

After a little recollection, Ling Li carefully recounted what happened on the Foggy Mountain half a month ago. This time, he didn't fold his sword in half, omitting the fact that he had met three other people on the mountainside.

And as soon as his words of retelling the matter of the Foggy Mountains fell, Folding Sword couldn't help but say in surprise: "This matter, why did you hide it from me in the first place?"

At the time I thought it was just a trifle. Mentioning this, Ling Li also knew in his heart that this was a mistake he made after all, so he lowered his gaze slightly when he spoke, avoiding the direct gaze of the folding sword, that time, I used her in front, she didn't suspect it, and according to the guidance of my voice in the air, she killed the four green snakes of the insect snake girl, which was almost equivalent to cutting the attack power of the insect snake girl by more than half. It was also when the strength of the two sides was reversed that I was able to successfully kill the Snake King, disband the Snake Formation, and escape.

When Folding Sword heard him talk about this, he didn't say anything, but said meaningfully: In this way, you should thank her?

This is of course impossible.

Even half a month ago, on the mountainside of the foggy mountain, Mo Ye and Ling Li had an encounter that they did not remember and only remembered, and because of the harsh environment, they also cooperated once, in the eyes of outsiders, this is the friendship of living and dancing side by side, but for Ling Li, who was born in Yutian Sect, he must cut off the intersection with people outside the sect.

He should be a person with no provenance, and most likely a person with no future, so that they can have the opportunity to break out of the shackles of the law and do head trading.

If the people of this world could be divided into a fourth category, he would be this kind of person. This kind of person should be more lonely than a person without a family, more concerned about profit and loss than a businessman, more cold than an emperor with imperial power, but also humble as a mustard.

To be a person who does not have a future seems to mean that there is no need to make friends, no gratitude, and no thanks.

What's more, the girl who should be grateful to her in the eyes of ordinary people now appears on the purchase and sale list in her hand.

In the Song Mansion, which is nearly ten miles away from this secluded alleyway where Ling Li and Folding Sword walked side by side, sitting in the study, he was opening a picture book of Qingchuan terrain, and Mo Ye, who was carefully studying its northward tributary, suddenly sneezed heavily, and the sourness in his neck that had been bowed for a long time was even clearer.

She had to take her thoughts away from the album for a moment, and shook her head from side to side, relaxing her neck a little.

With a slight shift of her gaze, she saw the jade porcelain blue and white tea cup on the table, which had already dried up to the bottom of a handful of soaked sprouts and leaves, but she was not ready to refill the water. In fact, she didn't like this kind of thing with a faint bitterness, but she only knew that it could refresh her mind, so she used to offer it to her master when he was reading.

Mo Ye looked at the picture album for an hour, and these pictures and texts that tested people's sense of direction and the whole article were almost cut into square shapes over and over again. At the moment, she was feeling a little boring, but she missed the sweet and smooth milk tea specially prepared by the Yu Family Teahouse.

Rubbing her somewhat staggered nose, Mo Ye didn't think that this was a precursor to contracting wind cold, in fact, she hadn't been infected with the so-called wind cold for several years, as if she had almost forgotten that this was a disease that could evolve into a life-threatening one. But at the same time, she didn't believe that this was a sign of being poked in the back in the folklore, and she followed the master's temperament, worshiping God instead of believing in ghosts.

At the moment, she just felt that if she could have a cup of tea specially prepared by the Yu Family Teahouse at this time, she would definitely be able to relieve her fatigue.

After thinking for a while, she put aside the distracting thoughts in her heart, lowered her head and continued to meditate on the four tributaries of the river in the picture book in front of her.

In the secluded alleyway, the muffled voice of conversation continues.

Although Ling Li knew that what he was doing on the Misty Mountain once again violated the rules of the sect, he did not interrupt the topic because of the words of the broken sword, but continued: After escaping that day, I saw that this person had also been hit by a deep snake venom and had fallen into a coma.

With a dry cough, Ling Licai said in a lower voice: But I didn't expect ......-