"Sister Yuanwu, you didn't take the wrong painting this time?"

"No, this painting was painted for him by the old Xia family, and it was sent to my Xiao Mansion to show me. Why, Sister Tea also knows Xia Ji?"

"No, I don't know this waste, but I know that the face of the Great Wei Holy Son is exactly the same as his, although the temperament is very different. But the Holy Son's name is Gong Jiu, and he has nothing to do with the Xia family at all. ”

After exchanging information.

But it was a thunderbolt.

Murong Cha didn't know that Xia Ji looked like the Holy Son.

Xiao Yuanwu didn't know that the Holy Son looked like Xia Ji.

Both fell silent, and after the rainstorm, the flames of midsummer seemed to spread and invade with the rain on the ground, and the vortex rose with the wind like a dream, and the sound of servants walking down the street began to be heard from the outer door.

Long.

Murong Cha snorted coldly: "If I didn't know that it was impossible, I really thought that the two of them were twins." ”

Xiao Yuanwu said quietly: "Xia Ji is indeed a twin. ”

Murong Cha's hand shook, the teacup almost fell, and she was shocked: "What?!"

Xiao Yuanwu's expression remained unchanged, and he continued: "It's not what you think, it's born to Xia Ji, it's his sister, Xia Tian."

That woman is very special, completely different from my fiancé, it is said that when she gave birth, Xia Ji came out first, but Xia Tian, who was still a baby, pressed him with her hand, and then climbed out first.

I even suspect that my fiancé is so stupid because of this woman. ”

The Third Empress of Dayan was a little stunned, but she was not interested in the deeds of this kind of small family in the countryside, but if she caught any twin pregnant women in the future, if she had the opportunity, she would open the belly of the pregnant woman to see if the child had such wisdom.

Turning his mind back, Murong Cha continued: "I'll just say how is it possible, no matter what, this time I met the Holy Son, and when I trampled him under my feet, I would ask him by the way." ”

Xiao Yuanwu suddenly said: "I heard that more than four months ago, the Holy Son was poisoned, fell seriously ill, and his skills were completely wasted, and now it is rumored that he is recovering his skills?"

The third princess nodded, and touched the slight arc Miao knife on her waist: "It's all rumors, I guess the Holy Gate is worried that the Holy Son has fallen, and they are under too much pressure, so they release rumors that the Holy Son has regained his strength, and give them time to set up a new Holy Son and stabilize the situation."

But it doesn't matter, this kind of trick, wait for the full moon night, let me use this knife to cut it open. ”

Xiao Yuanwu's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

"Sister Yuanwu, what's wrong with you?"

The irascible princess reached out and shook it in front of her.

Xiao Yuanwu woke up and said softly: "It's nothing, just congratulations to my sister for her safe return, if she can't win, it doesn't matter, my daughter's family, what kind of victory do you want." ”

The third young lady of the Xiao family said as she took out a matte gray metallic copper from her sleeve: "This is the pear flower tube of the little Tang Sect, after the Tang Sect was destroyed by them, this little Tang Sect has been tinkering with a lot of poisonous things...

This pear flower tube is modified on the basis of the rainstorm pear flower needle, which is smaller and more flexible, but it can be used twice.

The most important thing is that all the secret weapons of Xiao Tangmen are unique, I think about my sister's victory, but I finally got this.

I know my sister is amazing, so take it with you, just in case. ”

Murong Cha was shocked: "You said that it doesn't matter if you win or lose... On the other hand, he stuffed me with a secret weapon and made me a yin holy son. ”

Xiao Yuanwu stared at her innocent eyes, but unfortunately no matter how she stared, she couldn't stare at her innocent appearance, it was the gray between light and darkness, the muddy touch before dawn came, and the darkness did not disappear.

Miss Xiao Jiasan chuckled: "Who made you my best friend." ”

Murong Cha nodded, took the pear flower tube, and muttered with some resentment before getting up to leave: "I'm just your best friend, and I don't know how many you have!"

The third lady sent her away with an impeccable and approachable gentleness.

It's just that the princess of the Shadow Academy Palace just left the courtyard gate, Xiao Yuanwu immediately grabbed the teacup and got up, squatted beside a bluestone unhurriedly and vomited, and after spitting up, she calmly rinsed her mouth with tea.

She used this tea to rinse her mouth, so she didn't drink a sip just now.

The smell of blood on Murong Cha's body was too unpleasant.

After vomiting, Xiao Yuanwu sat down again as if nothing happened, his slender fingers tapping on the table, and his little face showed a thoughtful look.

Xia Ji's disappearance was more than four months ago...

The Holy Son was poisoned, and his skills were completely wasted more than four months ago...

The faces of the two people are exactly the same.

Heck, isn't that forcing me to think wildly.

Not... I also seem to have a lot of girlfriends in Dawei, who should I look for?

Murong Cha's words before leaving were indeed correct.

Miss Xiao Jia's third girlfriends are all over the world, and they are the masters of girlfriends.

...

At this time.

The mountain behind the Holy Gate, a place of retreat.

The Wise Elder raised his hand, and the void suddenly appeared in the shape of a bird.

When the bird landed in the hand of the wise elder, it changed to the same color as the elder's arm.

It is a chameleon bird that changes color with its surroundings and is also a high-end messenger.

After all, carrier pigeons are too conspicuous to support the transmission of information within a distance of more than twenty kilometers.

The green-robed elder pulled out the letter tied to the chameleon-changing bird's claws.

There was a sudden frenzy in his eyes.

This is the word of his master.

Every time his master's words can make his state of mind re-experienced.

His master is also the true Son: Miyahisa!

Recently, there have been a lot of things that have happened on the Holy Gate of Blue Sky Mountain, but they are all about the false Son who was born out of nowhere.

Not only did he survive the poison, but he also started from scratch in just three months.

He came from the east of Yunxin Pavilion and defeated Pang Jing, who was like a battle maniac.

What a talent, what a miracle.

The situation was obviously a little different from his master's estimate, and the plan was disrupted.

Even the Wise Elder privately felt that this Xia Ji was really powerful.

Therefore, the wise elder hurriedly reported the matter, and now he is waiting for a reply.

The elder hurriedly spread out the letter.

Only one word was written on the paper: live.

The font is blood red...

Elder Wisdom understood that this blood was most likely Miyahisa's own.

And the words are open and clawed, and the strokes are almost written with pain.

Three points of depression, even with the style of a national hand, the more you arrive, the more difficult the handwriting is, especially the last horizontal, the evil spirit hidden in it, almost through the paper.

To live means to let the false Son live, so that he will not do anything.

But why is the master so painful?

Elder Wisdom thought about it, and suddenly realized, and a person's name was imprinted in his mind:

Ning Mengzhen!

The master really likes this furnace, and he also puts his hope of cutting love silk on her.

But the woman he loved treated other men as him, and then spent time with this man.

How can the master not suffer?

The wise elder suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The master likes to masochist, he knows it.

The majestic and thoughtful Son would leap naked into the ice pool every winter, and stay underwater until he was almost suffocated.

Every once in a while, someone would bury him alive, and then when he came out, he would kill the man who buried him.

It is even more common to use silver needles to avoid acupuncture points and pierce one's own body.

The master not only enjoyed physical pain, but also mental pain.

He would even deliberately give the wrong order to send his subordinates to death, and then he blamed himself for this and felt guilty for it, and then went to avenge that subordinate.

He will kill his most beloved python pet and go crazy in agony.

He would travel thousands of miles to kill an enemy barefoot, in the snow and ice, without any food.

These things...

Others don't know, but the wise elders know it very well.

But on weekdays, the master is as elegant as a noble son, holding a folding fan and walking in the south of the Yangtze River, he is really a genius.

And this time...

The master was using a false Son to abuse him.

He loved Ning Mengzhen deeply, not just for fun, and this Wise Elder knew very well.

Therefore, the pain in his heart at this moment is unimaginable.

Perhaps, when the master has been abused enough, it will be time for him to carry a knife and kill people.

When the time comes...

Na Xia is extremely afraid that he will be tortured to death with the most cruel punishment in the world.

After all, the master is very powerful and mysterious.

I had vaguely heard him say that "the masochistic value has risen again".

He didn't understand what he meant.

But the master is the evil spirit.

Xia Ji, even if he can cope with the current predicament, it is not worth mentioning in the face of his master.

He is destined to be only beautiful for a while, but it's a pity.

...

The capital of the Wei kings.

The Lu family, one of the great families.

From the inner courtyard came a woman's mournful weeping.

"Master, Ke'er can't die in vain, how good, how kind and sensible he is, and what a good boy of filial piety.

How could he have been killed for nothing!"

"Master, the Holy Son who was killed that day!"

The middle-aged man in a long beard in a Chinese coat said: "Madam... Prudently, after all, the Holy Gate is the state religion of our Great Wei. ”

"What about the state religion, is the Holy Son the same as the state religion? Can the Holy Son indiscriminately kill his own fellow disciples? Can the Holy Son be unreasonable?

Master, I want him to die, I want him to die miserably!

Don't you usually say you're amazing?"

The middle-aged man with a long beard in a Chinese dress said: "Madam, I heard that it was Ke'er who provoked the Holy Son first..."

"What a good boy Ke'er, how could he provoke the Holy Son?!

Master, let me ask you, can't you even avenge your son?"

"I..."

"Say, can you do it?"

The middle-aged man in Huayi and long beard sighed: "The Holy Son won Pang Jing, and then he will go to the border of Great Wei to face the battle, which represents the face of Great Wei, and he wants to move him... This is a matter of long-term consideration. ”

"Hmph, you are still afraid that your son will die innocently at the hands of that despicable slut, but you are indifferent. ”

"Madam, calm down, I didn't mean that. ”

"I just asked, do you want to kill the Holy Son?! My Lu family has a lot of money, and money can make ghosts grind, not to mention that the Holy Son is so vicious, what qualifications does he have to continue to be the Holy Son? What qualifications does he have to be the Holy Son of the Great Wei State Sect?!

Such a vicious person, sitting in the position of the Holy Son, is simply a disaster to the country and the people, who can tolerate him?"

"Madame, think about it in the long run. ”

"Hahahaha!!"

The beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, then raised her hands and cried loudly: "Ke'er, look, this is your father, your innocent tragic death, he is afraid of power and does not dare to seek justice for you! ”

The beautiful woman stumbled out of the house with a hideous face.