- She wore someone else's clothes, kicked someone else's shoes, and used water from someone else's house, but she didn't take the private money hidden by her husband, because the uninvited guest who broke into that house was very clear about what he needed and what he didn't need.

The young man who jumped out of the courtyard wall had white hair, starry eyes, purple clothes and purple clothes, and walked leisurely, it was really difficult to compare with a thief who walked day and night, except that his heavy purple silk shirt was a little old-fashioned, if you removed these, in fact, he looked more like a scholar with a full stomach.

The young scholar in the purple shirt walked briskly as the wind, and soon left the small and densely populated Minfang area, and came to a bustling Jinyang neighborhood in the east city, and walked into a winery called "Deyi Lou" with a proper and generous demeanor.

After whispering a few words to the shopkeeper at the counter in the lobby, the young scholar took out a silver ticket with three seals overlapped from his narrow sleeve, and after the shopkeeper carefully looked at the silver ticket, his eyes lit up, and his face quickly piled up a warm smile, and he bowed down to pick out a key from the dense small compartment under the counter, and respectfully handed it out.

Following the leading man to the second floor, the young scholar suddenly stopped, called the man to stop, raised his eyebrows slightly and said a few words, and then took out a silver nug from the tight cuff. The guy who ran the hall responded again and again, took the silver nugget and put it in it, and went downstairs with a sneer.

Looking at the back of the guy who ran downstairs and completely disappeared into the staircase, the young scholar had a strange look in his eyes for a moment, and then he turned his head with a cold smile on his face. After glancing at the private rooms on both sides of the hallway on the second floor of this luxury winery, I finally took another step.

Take two gentle steps, then three heavier steps, and then two lighter steps...... As the young scholar reached the seventh step in the middle of the aisle, a door to his right suddenly opened, and a hand reached out and dragged him in.

The young man took the key to the room number 2 of the second room, but he entered the third room of the third floor.

In this room, there is a man with a mouth full of mung bean cake foam. The man was in his early thirties and wore a light blue cotton shirt. At first glance, it looks fairly clean and tidy. But as long as you take a closer look, it must not be difficult to find a large piece of wet stain on his front placket, apparently accidentally poured by the teapot he was carrying in his hand and pouring into his mouth.

"Uncle Swordbreaker, are you drinking again?" The young man strode forward. A handful passed the teapot in the man's hand. "Tonight is not last night. We're here on a mission. ”

Perhaps no one knows that the four figures who left a line of figures on the seashore outside the east gate of the capital three years ago were close to that day three years later. Returned to the capital again. And this time they went straight into the inner city, rather than spending a moment on the waterfront.

Like the gathering in Kyoto three years ago, the job of Oriken this time is still to wait and respond. But today he enjoys a completely different treatment from the stormy day three years ago, no longer sitting on the old boat swaying with the waves drenched in the rain and swallowing bitter wine, but sitting in the first-class decoration of the "Deyi Building" in Dongcheng District, accompanied by sweet but not greasy pastries, slowly drinking the refreshing fragrant tea and warm soup in the pot.

In the copper incense burner carved by plum blossoms, under the burning of a cluster of velvet ignited from the white charcoal, the balm made of tulip petals on the gold leaf slowly melts, and the wisps of invisible smoke float out of the incense burner and spread out in the private room of No. 3 C in 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 fang on the table, and felt thirsty again, so he directly picked up the white jade fine porcelain teapot at 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 Zhijian suddenly have an idea in his heart: If the things that the sect wants to do when they send people into Beijing this time, if they are really done, does it mean that these beautiful things will soon be unable to escape a catastrophe caused by the change of dynasty and be washed away without room for maneuver?

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 on a beat that he was more familiar with, so he quickly dissipated a distracting thought in his mind and listened 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 seems very simple and casual, but in fact, it is a condensation of 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 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 young man, Sun Jin in front of him was the most neat.

I pondered for a moment. Folding the sword 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?" ”

Folding Sword 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. Then he hurried to the door. Reach out and press 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 his eyes and swept towards the crack in the door, and the door was quickly completely torn open by him. 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. It's eighteen or nineteen years old. It's the prime of youth. However, if you take a closer look at this blue-clothed person, it should not be difficult for others to find. There are many differences between him and Sun Jin.

His demeanor is more gentle, and there is a little clarity in the depths of his eyes that are different from ordinary people, which seems to be natural. 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.

Therefore, he is accustomed to lowering his eyes slightly when communicating with people, which makes him seem to have a more humble attitude, even a self-leveling identity, but he does this only so that others will not misunderstand his natural eyes as another kind of less beautiful love. 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 for him, so he could raise his gaze a lot, his face showed a smile from the heart, and the little ice-like thing in his eyes naturally seemed to be shrouded in the sun, turning into a clear spring, although it still did not have much heat, but it was 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 the list really confused? ”

"Uncle Shi said carefully, if Uncle Fu Jian hears it, I'm afraid it will be another thing for you." Listening to the broken sword joking at the elders in several important positions in the upper sect, Wu Qinan's face froze, "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 ordered the sect, and it is estimated that he will come here soon. ”

After listening to Wu Qinan's narration, the broken sword touched his chin 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, 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 Zhijian: "Uncle Shi, how is Xiao Ling's injury going?" ”

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." As soon as he said this, he paused as if he remembered something, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of self-talk in his tone, "Since this time the sect's summoning order was issued by Fu Jian, if Ling Li hadn't gone out of the Misty Mountain, Fu Jian would definitely have called him over." But in this way, this matter is a bit mysterious, what kind of big man is the mission goal that he is willing to announce when he can find all three of you? ”

"This ......"

"What?"

After listening to the speculation of the folding sword, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, the two young people, both looked 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, for the information about the tasks that the killer will perform each time, the receiver will not be directly involved. There are also qualifications for detailed information, and the recipient 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 the two young men had to ponder the cause of the strange thing, they would only think of the same place again. That is the contradiction between the two uncles who folded the sword and subdued the sword that lasted for more than ten years.

Both of them are very friendly to their peers. Even the disciples of the sect below the rank are more cared for, but as long as these two people meet together, that kind of friendly relationship will definitely dissipate instantly. Sun and Wu, including the disciples of their generation in the sect. After entering the sect. In the memory of these two uncles. Most of the impressions are that Fu Jian said evil words to the folding sword, and although the folding sword did not return the mouth, he smiled back at Fu Jian with a sense of contempt.

But the conflict between these two people lasted for so many years. So far, no one knows exactly 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 and affect the rules of the sect, which 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 Jian looked at the eyes of Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, the two young men who were cast in unison, how could he not know what they thought, no matter how anxious Fu Jian's temper was, he was the one who taught these two young men all their skills.

Sighing silently, a faint smile reappeared on Zhijian's face, and he said slowly: "Although this guy Fu Jian is really unauthentic sometimes, but after so many 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...... Was there really a grudge? ”

Hearing that Folding Sword took the initiative to talk about the matter between him and Fu Jian, although he expressed it more vaguely on the issue of grievances, this was an opportunity in Sun Jin's eyes, 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, the sect is very united, because the tasks they perform are either indisputable or full of danger, which is a great test of the cooperation of several people. It is also because of this that all the disciples in the sect have been instilled with a character that is positive and necessary to have, whether it is for the daily life of ordinary people or the hard work of people like them.

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, the smiling face of the broken sword really 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 expressed surprise at the sudden appearance of another partner. In addition to the fact that this partner should have been recuperating from his injuries and not participating in this mission in Kyoto, because of the sound of his footsteps, the rhythm of his breathing, and his face, there was obviously a side that was too different from him in his past 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 partner who was comparable to a brotherly friend. He couldn't always 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. The smile on Sun Jin's face finally sank completely.

The sharp illness is not made of the powder. That gray pallor oozes from the inside of the skin. This really shocked Sun Jinguanzhi. It's just that I haven't seen him for half a month, and this one has been specially cultivated by Uncle Fu Jian, and he is also the strongest of the three of them who studied under Fu Jian. Now he was tossed into this appearance by a drop of snake king venom.

After being stunned for a moment, Sun Jin raised another hand and leaned towards Ling Li, but the direction changed, no longer to explore Ling Li's face, but the palm he was holding slightly by 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 fierce, but he just raised his hand to block Sun Jin, and even his breathing rhythm suddenly became a little 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, as long as he pushed it gently, he would collapse down.

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 you did 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 had not been taken away from Ling Li, but 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.

Ling Li'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, and people can't help but 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 if Fu Jian was really cold-hearted, he should not make such an arrangement that did not conform to 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 the two young people fluctuated slightly as the questions they were thinking about, they listened to Ling Li's reply to Folding the 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. It was the first time he had been followed. And what followed him was the sharpness of being in such a bad state.

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 at the same time, he had already felt that he had come out this time. With his body at this time. I'm afraid he won't be able to last a few hours, so he can only choose to keep everything he has to say today as concise as possible.

The snake venom in the foggy mountains had 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 gone. Poisoning often recurs. It almost ruined 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 necessary to follow such a master without being noticed. It's still very consuming of the spirit body. Qiang chased to Deyi Building with a breath, and at this moment, Ling Li had clearly felt that his heart was beating fast, but his hands and feet were cold as if he was 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, that little affection was only a flash and did not leave a trace, and he didn't really mean to remember Ling Li. 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 travel thousands of miles to get him out and slaughter him." ”

Hearing that there was a kind of ruthlessness in Sun Jin's tone, it seemed that he didn't say this like a joke, but if he really did this, he would probably 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 a little, looked at Sun Jin and said slowly, "Do you know where I started to keep up with you?" ”

Sun Jin had not yet withdrawn from the ruthlessness that he had just spoken, and when he heard Ling Li mention 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 went in a little before you, it may be because of this that you didn't notice me sitting firmly 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 Ling Li's tracking him, and he didn't know if he would be willing to say it bluntly next, so he typed a sentence: "Looking at the way you look now, it's really too far from the Xiao Ling I saw." ”

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, but since that day, he has not completely escaped the pursuit of some force.

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 younger disciples of the sect. Ling Li should have been able to cut off this little tail on the aftermath 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. Really take this seriously. Before the situation is really clarified, guide Ling Li to live in Kyoto Seifukan. If the pursuit of Ling Li is not a secret operation of the government, but from the Jianghu warriors, with Kyoto's current internal and external guards as meticulous as a monolithic style. Ling Li hid in the capital to recuperate his injuries. It is also relatively safe.

In Kyoto, where you have to go through extremely troublesome procedures and inspections when you enter the city with a kitchen knife. If anyone were to search a business, it would be almost impossible to do without official evidence. And Seifukan because of its special properties. Located in a neighborhood with a relatively closed pedestrian environment, it is also suitable for hiding one's 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 sharp poisonous wound obviously had 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 gaze of the other party: "Do you know that in the Fangcai Wonton Pavilion, in addition to me, there are also Uncle Fu Jian and Little Senior Sister present?" ”

"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 place to gather, why did Fu Jian have to cover up this move?

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 considered their master, and it is a little too cautious to do so.

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, don't you already know the reason why Uncle Fu Jian did this?" ”

His gaze turned to Wu Qinan's ice-like pupils, and he was sure that he couldn't find a concealed look in these eyes, and asked with some surprise in his sharp tone: "Don't you even know?" ”

"Don't you know?" The sound of folding the sword suddenly came, and at the same time, Ling Li also felt the hand on his shoulder tighten slightly, he looked sideways, and saw the smiling face of the folding 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 Beijing this time, why did you come here today to swindle the news 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 -

(To be continued......)