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Ji Changsheng said hello to Grandma Han while introducing: "Grandma Han, I'm Ji Changsheng, I'll take Sect Master Yin to get her clothes." ”

"Room on the left, ninth in the first row." Grandma Han seemed to know that her eyes were not good, so she didn't look at Ji Changsheng.

Suddenly thinking of something, she withdrew her spiritual power, and her voice was old: "Ji Changsheng, what kind of Yin sect master do you take to get clothes, I will go up and get the dried salted fish back, it won't taste good in the sun." Remember, don't mess with my stuff. ”

"Don't worry, Grandma Han, when will Changsheng cause you trouble." Ji Changsheng nodded.

Grandma Han snorted, tiptoed, and flew away.

"Sect Master Yin, please come here." Ji Changsheng took Yin Wushuang in, and instead of going to the left, he went to the room on the right for no reason.

Yin Wushuang didn't say anything, just to see what tricks Ji Changsheng wanted to play.

Entering the room on the right, Ji Changsheng lifted the lid of the wooden barrel placed in the corner, touched it inside, and took out a blood-stained robe.

On the neckline of the robe, the word "Yunlan" is embroidered.

Yin Wushuang's heart moved, but there was no fluctuation on his face.

This is Yun Lan's clothes, and Yun Lan was wearing this one before jumping down last night.

The clothes of the disciples of Lingyun Pavilion will have their respective names on them for easy claim.

"Huh, Yun Lan? Do we have this person in Lingyun Sect? We seem to have only one Yunxi. ”

Ji Changsheng's tone was surprised, as if he didn't deliberately walk in with Yin Wushuang at all, and then deliberately turned out the bloody clothes.

Yin Wushuang withdrew his gaze from the bloody clothes and looked at Ji Changsheng: "If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly." ”

Ji Changsheng lowered his head and smiled, put the bloody clothes back, and closed the lid: "Let's go get your clothes." ”

The two turned to leave, and a gust of wind blew, blowing up the corner of Ji Changsheng's brocade clothes.

The brocade clothes hooked the edge of the barrel lid where it had not been smoothed, and gently pulled forward because of Ji Changsheng's action of leaving, not completely covering the barrel.

Ji Changsheng and Yin Wushuang were both speculating about each other's intentions, and they didn't notice this trivial detail.

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After getting the clothes, Ji Changsheng didn't say a word and sent Yin Wushuang back to the room where she lived.

The king sat on the chair and poured himself a drink.

Ji Changsheng's eyes lit up, he was uninvited, he walked into the room one step faster than Yin Wushuang, and smiled heartily: "I have a secret here, I want to share it with the two, I don't know the two, are you interested?" ”

"Very interested." Jun Shangxie put down the teacup, his eyes drooping slightly.

Yin Wushuang walked into the room, and the spiritual power at the peak of his body directly closed the door, and he easily laid out an enchantment.

The three of them sat at the square table, their expressions not relaxed.

Ji Changsheng was the first to speak: "In the spring of seven years ago, I went to Grandma Han's residence to pick up my clothes. Grandma Han told me the location of the clothes and left because of the urgency. ”

"There are a lot of wild squirrels in the mountains, and one of the squirrels jumped in while I was picking up my clothes. Coincidentally, it jumped on top of the barrel placed in the corner. ”

"I was worried that the squirrels would spoil everyone's new clothes, so I was going to kick them out, and inadvertently, lifted the lid of the barrel."

"I found a bloody garment inside the barrel, and the collar was embroidered with the word 'Wang Wei'."

"I didn't care, after all, there are people who choose to dye their clothes red. Three months later, I went to the back mountain to practice swordsmanship, and when I was tired, I sat on the ground. ”

"As I sat down, I seemed to have touched some mechanism, and a picture scroll popped up."

"I opened the scroll and found that the female cultivator in the painting was Yun Lan, a disciple of love, and the pen was 'Martial Soul Disciple Wang Wei', and the date of payment was three months ago."

"I suddenly felt a little strange, so I wanted to know who Wang Wei was, and I found Yan Zhen, who is also a martial soul disciple, to knock on the side."

"Who knew that Yan Zhen told me that the martial soul did not have a disciple named Wang Wei at all, and he also said that I was nervous."