That's a good reason indeed.

Qin Jiu believed it, but he was a little lost in his heart.

He was holding a valuable token in his hand, but his heart seemed to be hollowed out, empty.

Chixiao didn't care too much about his lost expression, he pulled out a piece of rice paper, wrote down the big and small matters on the paper, whistled to call the carrier pigeon, and sent the letter out.

He did not immediately indicate that he had returned the entire Qingyu faction to Qin Jiu, but wrote that in order to participate in the martial arts conference justifiably, Qin Jiu must stand up and lead the Qingyu faction, so that they could listen to Qin Jiu's orders in matters large and small, and instructed that the martial arts conference was about to be held, and everyone must be cautious and restrained, and those who made mistakes and sabotaged his great plans for meritorious deeds would be killed.

As for the rest, he wasn't particularly worried, Qin Jiu had ambition and strength, he only needed to arrange these things, and he would be able to handle the rest by himself.

"Refreshing."

Chixiao lay by the window, looking at the white dove fluttering its wings and flying away.

"This should be the last letter, and next time you can eat pigeon meat directly."

The white dove didn't know if he heard him, and his wings fluttered harder.

He folded back to his desk and dragged his pen to draw a diagram of the construction of a sword with great care.

This is his real body.

It was his original appearance.

He carefully restored every line, but it was only at the end that he remembered that he looked like this because someone wanted him to be like this.

But now that man is guarding the suffering in the mortal world, the existence of his sword seems meaningless.

He originally thought that it would be enough to pave the road here, and with Qin Jiu's ability, he would definitely be able to reach the height he wanted, so that he would be able to play and make trouble in a chic manner, but for some reason, when he thought that such a day was coming, he felt very relaxed, and at the same time, he felt as if he had lost something.

The past ten years have been like a snap of a finger.

Qin Jiu is not a very clingy character, but the Huxin Pavilion is so big, the water surrounds the bamboo house, and the outside is surrounded by mountains, no matter where he goes, he can always see him, and unconsciously he has become accustomed to this person being in his line of sight, if he really can't see it, he always feels that something is missing.

Never mind.

My son can't help my father.

Chi Xiao comforted himself like this, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, carrying a bag of silver tickets, and carrying his 'true body map' under his arm, he went to the best blacksmith shop in town.

He was extremely fast, and after Qin Jiu heard the movement next door, he immediately chased him out, but in the end, he could only watch him disappear in front of his eyes.

He stood there for a long time, and waited like this until the early hours of the next morning.

Chixiao didn't come back for the next few days, but he unexpectedly reunited with Luo Zichun again.

"Brother Luo, what a coincidence."

Luo Zichun has no longer brought a hat since the last time he talked to Chixiao, and his beautiful appearance has attracted the attention of many people as soon as he walked into the Baizui Building, just because of the waist card of the Falling Moon Palace pinned to his waist, everyone's eyes dare not be too naked.

He glanced at him, Qin Jiu understood, and led him to his room on the second floor.

"Brother Luo, is there something?"

Luo Zichun took out a black cloth bag from his arms, and after untying it, there was a half-burned white cloth inside, and on this cloth, a pale cyan bird feather was tattooed.

Half of the tokens of the Qingyu sect were burned.

Qin Jiu's gaze crossed the window lattice behind him and landed on the restaurant across the river.