Finally, Aunt Whispering told him.

"Whoever is behind it, at least the current situation is in your favor."

Qin Jiu is good now, but his combat experience with real guns and swords is still not as good as the old fox of the previous session, and besides, which martial arts conference is not bloody?

These are just a slightly larger dish than in previous years.

There are struggles between sects, and there are also struggles within sects.

“…… You just need to remember the direction you have chosen and be steadfast in your path. ”

Qin Jiu closed the window, turned around and chuckled.

"Yes, I know."

Isn't it all the path he chose?

He let Aunt Whisper rest in the room, leaving a few old men who had been found by Qingyu as secret guards to protect him, and he wrapped his cloak and went to the back mountain of the Falling Moon Palace.

The Falling Moon Palace is located on the top of a snow-capped mountain covered with snow all year round, and the 'falling moon' is taken from the meaning of 'silver frost all over the ground'.

With his feet in the thick snow, he stood in front of the most famous Falling Moon Cliff in the Falling Moon Palace.

The snow whitewashed the whole world, and the feet were clearly abyss, but there was still a sense of beauty and warmth, especially at sunset, when the glow was scattered, and the snow was dyed with different shades of red, and the only regret was his lonely back.

"Brother Qin."

Luo Zichun's voice sounded behind him, Qin Jiu turned around, and saw that the little young master of the Luo family actually held a stove in his hand, not like a person in the martial arts, but more like those delicate and tender noble sons and brothers of the royal family.

Not far away, there were people talking.

"The two wastes of the martial arts are now only one waste."

Qin Jiu has grown into the head of the Qingyu Sect, stirring up a lot of bloody rain in the rivers and lakes, making the dying Qingyu Faction resurrect and develop rapidly, and it has been able to compete with the Falling Moon Palace!

But Luo Zichun seems to be the same as before.

Luo Zichun didn't mind the discussion of others at all, and his eyes looked at Qin Jiu as if he had seen a relative.

"Brother Qin, it's really hidden."

Qin Jiu frowned suspiciously.

"How so?"

The smile on Luo Zichun's face deepened.

"At first, I was worried that the incident in Yangcheng would cause trouble to Brother Qin, but now that I think about it, it turned out to be Brother Qin's foresight."

Although the Qingyu faction said that it also had a century-old foundation in the martial arts, it never appeared in the martial arts after it disappeared in the tragic way back then, and the martial arts election in previous years was not asked, and it developed more like a businessman.

Let Qin Jiu participate in the martial arts conference, this road is extremely smooth.

Qin Jiu habitually said a few words of modesty, and then felt that something was not right.

If it's a coincidence, isn't this incident in Yangcheng too coincidental?

It just so happened that just after the incident, Chi Xiao handed over the control of the Qingyu faction to him, and he thought that this person wanted him to take the blame for himself, but he never expected that there would be a time of 'blessing in disguise'.

But...... Can that head with the ultimate goal of 'eating and waiting for death' really think so far?

"Brother Qin."

"Huh?"

Qin Jiu came back to his senses, but saw Luo Zichun raise his thin lips slightly, and stopped talking.

"It's okay, I just want to tell you that I don't know if you are used to the diet of the Falling Moon Palace, if you feel uncomfortable in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, you can tell me, I can still do this."