readx;?“ Okay, now that it's decided, let's get started now. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yinchen's voice quickened slightly, and the gloomy heaviness of just now could no longer be found in his tone: "The affairs of the Jianghu Alliance are already like this, and I will complete the rest of the sweeping work alone, and you, as the most important founders of this organization, need to do much more than lifting a knife and killing people. Silver Dust said, a purple light flashed on his left hand in the primary color, and several books that were not properly bound appeared in his hand. Yin Xueli They don't have any different colors, such strange kung fu, they are used to seeing it in Yinchen.

The books were of different thicknesses, and on the top one, there was a line of black letters:

Capital: Karl Marx.

"Before we get started, all of us need to learn something, first of all, these things come from a very distant and very advanced place, and most of the ideas in these books seem to most people today to be deviant or even condemning, and we can't divulge it to anyone but all of you, you know?

The three of them all nodded, as members of the Zhennan Gang, they did not say anything in private that they could be caught and killed. After all, they are people who really study the way of governing the country, and they have to discuss something that is unfavorable to the system and the powerful.

Yinchen saw that the three of them looked solemn and did not look careless, so he divided the books in his hands with them: "Exchange them with each other, this is a much more advanced thing than our time, it may be difficult to understand at first, but as long as you contact the military affairs in the past ten years, you can also understand it in general......"

"That, Brother Yinchen, are we going to hide here and study?These books don't look like they can be read in three or five days?" Lu Qingyun first raised his own question.

"Yes, it's impossible for us to stay here, in fact, after today, the three of you will have to leave Blood Sun City. The affairs of the Jianghu Alliance are over, and there is no need to stay here......"

"But the ban on force...... And Brother Wang, they ......"

"I'll solve these things alone, you don't have to worry about it!" Yinchen's tone suddenly became stern: "This is my personal first order, right?"

"How can this work?" the three of them objected together. "Fighting against the Tartars and rescuing the same door, this kind of thing should be shared by everyone, how can it fall on Mr. alone?" Yin Xueli rushed before the two of them and continued: "Mr. is in danger alone, how can we live in the rear?"

"What I want now is for you to live in the rear, especially you, Yin Xueli!" Yinchen didn't give in at all: "We didn't even hesitate to pull the people of Black Mountain Villa to rescue you from prison, but we didn't want you to jump into the fire pit again! In this situation, both the northern and southern kingdoms seem to want to get you, so you can only hide through the light system of the original Zhennan Gang! Not to mention that in the future, after the basic structure of our civilization temple is established, when we need to recruit a large number of people, we will still need to get your identity and influence ......"

"But that can't let Mr. take care of everything alone!" Yin Xueli insisted unexpectedly: "At least someone has to do it, even the daily life ...... on weekdays."

"I'm not old enough to need someone to serve me!"

"That's not right, don't you even want someone to inquire about information?" Yin Xueli glanced at Wen Qingsong after speaking, and the latter nodded firmly.

"But it's impossible for me to let Fourth Brother Wen walk around Blood Yang City at the risk of being caught!" Yinchen even wanted to shout, but his heart suddenly lost confidence, he held his head and said in a voice that suddenly softened: "What's more, Lu Qingyun protects Yin Xueli alone, can I rest assured?"

"If I can't handle it, it's useless to add Fourth Brother Wen. Lu Qingyun's voice suddenly hardened, and he could even hear a faint layer of fire in it: "Yes, I, Lu Qingyun, am only one heavy in the body, and I am only a third-rate expert when I look at the rivers and lakes; and I am short, I don't have much meat on my body, and I am even a crybaby who is afraid of pain! But that doesn't mean that I, Lu Qingyun, can really suffer in the rivers and lakes! Even if I can't do it, I have a way to deal with those eagle claws of the imperial court, as well as the fake girls of the Divine Sword Gate!"

"Divine Sword Sect, have you fought with the people of Divine Sword Sect, and how strong are they lately?" He had never been in contact with anyone from the Divine Sword Sect in the past few years, and it was really well water that did not interfere with river water.

"Fake!" Lu Qingyun said a very surprising word: "How powerful the blowing is on the rivers and lakes, it's all soft eggs when you fight." The cultivation is high, the breath is big, and you can only fight with the wind. Gangfeng's strength is very strong, but the flaws are big, and it is easy to be broken by others, and the most important thing is that they blow out the world's first swordsmanship, hey!

When Yinchen heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he pouted helplessly, sighing in his heart. It took him a second to figure out how similar the Excalibur Gate was to the Zhennan Gang now—both of them had lost their team souls.

As soon as Wan Jianxin leaves, who in the younger generation is still willing to study swordsmanship? Ten thousand people go away, okay, what do you want to do if even the best swordsmanship master is gone? It is rumored that Xue Wuji, Cang Lanyue, Wuchenzi and others have swordsmanship that is not as good as one or two percent of ten thousand people, and if they want to maintain and develop the Divine Sword Sect, which relies almost exclusively on swordsmanship, it is only a luxury.

Thinking of this, Yinchen couldn't help but hear Lu Qingyun mutter: "What is the Divine Sword Gate, I will change it to the Divine Aura Gate after I see it, I will dress up like that strange appearance every day to show off my spirit, and when I make a move, it will make people laugh and lose their big teeth!"

"Okay!" Yinchen waved his hand and said: "Since Xiao Lu Qingyun dares to make a military order in front of me, then I will believe you once, hide your sister safely somewhere, and then send someone to wait for me in Fujie Town, I will rush back immediately after the matter is dealt with with Fourth Brother Wen...... It's not a good idea to stay here for a long time. ”

"So do we need to do anything else?" Yin Xueli said, "Just learning these things?"

"If you have the conditions, look for some servants who have not cultivated their basic skills, but have good brains, you can teach them to read and count, but it is absolutely forbidden to divulge any of our information. Silver Dust commanded, and with a casual wave of his left hand, the soundproof barrier slowly turned into a spot of light and dissipated after holding on for nearly two hours.

"Command!" all three said at the same time.

After preliminarily finalizing this matter, Yinchen felt inexplicably more down-to-earth in his heart, as if he was no longer an outsider, a stranger, and a hurried passer-by who didn't have much contact with everything here. There is also a hint of fear that goes deep into the bone marrow of this feeling of steadiness, which is the complete negation of the deepest and darkest longing of his heart, the longing to return to Gabroyle. "What are you going to do! I'm seventeen years old, I've grown up, and going back to the 'future' at this time is tantamount to saying that all my experiences in the past ten years have been a vain dream! All my struggles, explorations, and love have completely been reduced to ridiculous bubbles! Forget it, if there was that time, why did I come in the first place!" Yinchen comforted himself, and at the same time, he also got up to comfort others. He knew it might be the last thing he would do in this hidden base of the Devil's Pavilion, right?

He and the ghost elder went to the luxurious room on the second floor, and Yinchen did not get sick and retreat from the others, because he felt that everything in the Red Blood Secret Realm was not a secret, just a sad story full of intrigue and betrayal, but the ghost elder drove everyone out, including Sakura Shixuan, who had always been very curious.

"Silver Dust Boy, can you tell me in detail how Wei Wuliang died? I am afraid that he and I are the only two left in the entire Demon Pavilion who can trust each other unconditionally, right?" Obviously, Ghost Liming was not willing to share this remembrance with anyone else at all. Whether it is Ying Shixuan, whom he values very much, or Yin Xueli, whom Yinchen respects very much, in his heart, he is not qualified to know that there are still two such lives in the world, or rather, he does not think that those who have not experienced the Red Blood Secret Realm are qualified to know these things.

"To be honest, Wei Wuliang's predecessor and I are only one side, and even when we first met, we desperately wanted to kill each other......" Yinchen sat in the velvet flower begonia silk cushion, shaped like a prayer, his voice was more hoarse than usual, like an elegy for requiem from the ruins of war. He slowly told everything about the Demon Pavilions in the Red Blood Secret Realm. From the beginning when he was captured by Zhang Mengmeng, to the end when Feng Lieshan used the Black Sky Demon to snatch all the light weapons (he repeatedly emphasized "all light weapons"), all the observations, speculations, and experiences about the Demon Pavilion, but he did not mention anything unrelated to the Demon Pavilion. He didn't say it, and he didn't plan to ask, the old and the young just listened to it like this, quietly, without anger, without hatred, only overflowing sadness and helpless remembrance, and let time pass quietly.

“...... In the end, this was the case, Feng Lieshan's grandson got all the light weapons, and Wei Wuliang's predecessor was buried in the blood prison, and he didn't even leave his body...... I'm going to carry on his entire legacy now, and you see, I've even started to study claw skills, which I never used before. Silver Dust raised his hands, and on his primary left hand and silver right hand, golden claws quickly condensed, and in the sonorous sound of fine iron, the claw-shaped weapon embodied by the power of light and light was writhing slightly like some kind of cargo, and it looked like an organ on the alien alien's body.

Ghost Liming nodded appreciatively, but he didn't say anything, his blood-red eyes were still filled with endless remembrance, and he was silent for a long time before softly, in a nihilistic voice, he told Yinchen about Wei Wuliang's past. He and Wei Wuliang met in the Demon Wei Pavilion, and Wei Wuliang was already a down-and-out uncle at that time.

He gently recounted some of the things that the two of them had in the Demon Pavilion, and these things came out of his mouth, as if they were just old memories, like a sun-dappled daily life, but from his narration, Silver Dust heard the horror behind these seemingly trivial things. The ferocity of the collusion between the Excalibur Gate and the government, the perfunctory care and indifference and contempt shown by Mr. Demon Heart to anyone, the darkness and injustice of the factions in the Demon Pavilion, and of course, the Iron Palm Gang, the Ascending Sun Sect and other righteous people who wore the mask of "Daoyi" to do that despicable thing. And behind all this, there is a potential force called "cynicism", manipulating, suppressing, balancing, and using all shameless means to weaken every Shengong sect and Jianghu gang, as if everything else in this world does not exist except for the yamen.

The seemingly warm story is full of all kinds of sadness. It is said that life is easy to live, life is not easy, but Yinchen never thought that this "ancient world", which was like a legendary story to him, would make it so difficult for people to live. Wei Wuliang said that things were very plain in his own opinion, and maybe others sounded boring, but Yinchen could hear the treacherous turmoil that enveloped the whole world, and he also knew that the rivers and lakes of the previous generation were no better than the rivers and lakes of his generation.

The cold-blooded feast, the obscene incident of the Heavenly Evil Temple, the fact that Hai Qianqiu was hunted down and killed by the Hanshan Temple for most of the Fengyuan Continent, as well as the dirty transactions between the Divine Sword Sect and the Yin and Yang Harmony Sect, as well as the various ugliness of the Iron Palm Gang, were all intertwined from the stories told by the old man and placed in front of Yinchen.

“...... Wei Wuliang is like this, he is very talented and smart, but he is always a little bit of luck, and he always refuses to admit defeat and accept his fate...... He fought with this, with that, and with himself, but he never won a name for himself in his life...... Du Chuanchang's little deflated san wants to use poison to control him? It's just delusional, even if the head of the family can obey, he won't ...... In short, he is a person who admits death, this life has passed bitterly, his reputation is not good, and he has not done a few earth-shattering things, so others don't recognize him as a capable person and a memorable person...... When the news of his death came, no one in the Black Mountain Villa would remember him except me...... That Yun Wuyue was at least singled out for another day of public sacrifice, Zhang Mengmeng's sweet-mouthed little slippery head can still have a separate rank, standing on the desk of the head!" Ghost Liming said softly, his voice was like a gossamer outside the sky, and like the last cry of the dead, showing an insignificant weakness. The old man's tears flowed, the color of blood. (To be continued.) )

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