["I-want to destroy Wudang. ”】

Although Chen Jian and Zhi Wai said that they wanted to continue the investigation, three or four days passed, and even the confrontation between the north and south districts began, and they still failed to find any results.

On this day, the light rain was slow, and Chen Jian walked under Rose's thatched house as always.

When they saw Chen Jian's figure appear in the distance, one of them immediately shouted: "Chen Shaoxia, the protector has returned!"

"Really?" Chen Jian clapped his hands happily, thinking that his daily visit was not in vain.

"Not long after he came back, he was in the house, and he told us that if the young man came to look for him, he would go up. ”

"Good. ”

Ross is like this again, with a statement that he has everything under control.

Chen Jian ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps, the hut was open as always, and Rose was sitting in it, and from a distance, his figure seemed to be a little more haggard.

"Protector Luo, I've been waiting for you so hard these days. ”

"I'm sorry," said Rose rarely, "because it happened so suddenly, and he left without saying goodbye." ”

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Jian looked at his whole body, wondering where his tiredness came from.

"Have you found the gramophone urn?"

"You answer my question first. Chen Jian said undoubtedly.

"Some private matters, my family. ”

"Something at home?"

Is it the death of a relative? I don't see that Ross still has such affection.

"Forget it. Chen Jian saw that he didn't plan to elaborate, so he changed the subject, "What happened to the split within Wudang three years ago?"

After hearing this, Rose suddenly smiled and said, "I still let you find out something." ”

"Don't pretend to be a ghost. ”

"How much do you know?" asked Rose faintly.

Chen Jian knows that when talking to Rose, intelligence is power. He can't put out all the information he knows, he has to release it slowly, so that Ross understands that he understands things, but he doesn't let it know how far he has mastered.

Chen Jian said: "Bian Li is a member of the hermit sect. ”

"Yes. ”

"You, Zhang Shenghan, you know each other. ”

"Of course, who in Wudang doesn't know each other?"

"You understand what I mean," Chen Jian paced around the room, his momentum surpassing Rose's, "I've been thinking about the connection between Bian Li's murder in the capital and the sudden rise of the Hundred Bitter Sect these days, and then I found out that there are still many links between the two things—so, what are you going to tell after I find the gramophone urn?"

"You haven't found it yet. "Ross was disappointed.

"I've traveled all over Wudang Mountain. ”

"So? Do you think those things don't exist?"

"No, on the contrary, I'm sure they're in Wudang. Chen Jian said, "What does the gramophone urn mean in the end – it means that the conspiracy is exposed, and everyone no longer has secrets." I remember what you said when you introduced the gramophone urn - 'These things made Wudang a lot back then'. When is 'back then', you don't talk about it for no reason. ”

Chen Jian stared at Rose's eyes.

"I think 'back then' is three years ago, and 'chickens flying and dogs jumping' is the factional struggle within Wudang. ”

In fact, it didn't take long for Chen Jian to come to this conclusion - after talking to Zhiwei a few days ago, he included the gramophone urn in the category of reasoning the truth.

Gramophone urns can record conversations unconsciously, and Wudang has thousands of gramophone urns, and the new generation has no idea that this thing exists, indicating that it is only used for specific occasions at a certain time.

If the gramophone urn records the secret conversations within different factions and masters the gramophone urn, it is equivalent to mastering most of the Wudang handles.

"Chen Jian, I really didn't misread you!" Rose's tone became excited, and he applauded, "That's right, those tens of thousands of gramophone urns are the handle of Wudang, once it is made public, all the people who entered the WTO will be imprisoned, and Wudang will be destroyed." ”

Chen Jian understood this, but he still couldn't understand why Rose wanted to find the phonograph urn.

He said: "In the whole Wudang, there is only one place I have not set foot in. ”

After he said this, he looked at Rose.

Rose's eyes are clearly saying: This is it.

"Xuanjing Palace!" Chen Jian stepped in front of Rose, "You know where the gramophone urn is, but you asked me to find it, what the hell do you want to do?" He was very annoyed, but he still suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

In the face of Rose, you must not show anxiety, otherwise you will lose.

"I—I want to destroy Wudang. ”

Chen Jian was stunned: "...... Why?"

"Let me tell you a story. ”

Rose tapped his chair and motioned for him to sit down.

"Many years ago, there was a child who was born into a wealthy and prosperous family, his father was the youngest general of the border in Onishi, and his mother was an official and a lady who was a princess who captivated the country and the city. One day, when the boy was about ten years old, his father discovered a horrific truth, and he fled home, and not long after, someone came to the door and killed him, the maid of the family, and the boy's mother.

Before his father was killed, he hid the child in the secret tunnel, but the pursuers had more power than ordinary people, and he easily found the child in hiding. He opened the passage and called the child out. ”

Chen Jian frowned slightly, and couldn't help worrying about the fate of the child.

"However, the child was not afraid, but asked the killer curiously: 'Father is a strong martial artist, how did you kill him?' ’”

Chen Jian stared at Ross in a daze.

"That kid is me. "I've been that kind of person since I was a child, and what sustained me was curiosity about the unexpected, and it was the same now." You ask me why I want to destroy Wudang? Because I want to see Zhang Shenghan's reaction, he spares his life, but cherishes Wudang, this is his home, and it is also his only sustenance. ”

Crazy, what a complete lunatic Ross is!

"Well, I've been open and honest – that's what I'm for. Rose spread his hands.

Chen Jian's brain was in a mess, but he didn't lose his mind: "Rose, I've found the gramophone urn, you should tell me the truth about the past, right?"

"No," said Rose, "you only know where the gramophone urns are, but you haven't found them yet." ”

Chen Jian clenched his fists, exuding a threatening murderous aura.

"Kill me, and the truth will be gone. Ross said leisurely, "There are only two people in the know—me and the head." ”

"I can ask Zhang Shenghan. Chen Jian had no intention of hiding his murderous aura, he approached Rose step by step, "I will also tell you about your attempt to destroy Wudang." ”

"Why should he trust you?"

"He didn't believe me, he believed, and what I said was the truth. Chen Jian did not back down, "You and Zhang Shenghan have known each other for many years, he should know your character!"

Rose showed a rare stunned expression, and immediately, he regained his composure: "Chen Jian, you are really powerful. ”

"Tell the truth. ”

"However, Zhang Shenghan won't tell you, the only person who can tell you is me. Ross's words are like a cow playing a harp.

"Why?"

"You can try. Rose turned around and said that Chen Jian could leave.

Ross is gambling, betting that Chen Jian doesn't know anything about Zhang Shenghan, once this happens, Chen Jian doesn't dare to act rashly, so he can only obediently follow his instructions and go to the Xuanjing Hall to find the phonograph urn in person.

And he was right.

Chen Jian and Zhang Shenghan only have one side, and they know the head more from Wen Qingyun's words. Chen Jian decided that Zhang Shenghan was scheming and a dangerous person, so he would rather risk his life to find the phonograph urn as Ross said, rather than startling the snake.

Chen Jian exhaled indignantly: "Wait for my news." ”

"Maybe there's the truth you want to know. Rose played with his hands and wanted to raise and suppress.