Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

In the dark Jishi Mansion, only the sound of Si blank knocking on the desk echoed back and forth in the door of the mansion.

The old man in a wide black robe sat on a high platform, with a large red bench carved from glazed wood behind him and a wide desk made of golden silk nanmu in front of him.

He squinted his eyes, as if he was asleep, and his eyes were in a trance as if there was starlight circulating.

Squeak.

At this time, the door of the mansion was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a seven-star black-robed dragon walked into the mansion with a big slash.

"Elder, this is a report from all over the mountain gate today. He walked up to Si Bai, bowed his hand respectfully, and handed over a piece of paperwork.

"Hmm. The old man on the high platform glanced at Long Congyun lazily, stretched out one hand, and the document was ingested into his palm at that time.

But he didn't mean to look at it, but casually discarded it next to the desk.

"Got it, go down. He asked, his voice scraping flesh like a blade. Hoarse, shriveled and low and cold.

Seeing this, Long Congyun was thrown aside so easily by Si Bai, his brows furrowed slightly, and he mustered up the courage to step forward and speak.

"Uncle Shi... In the past few days, the disciples in the mountain gate have successively had the appearance of demons, the death and injury are cautious, and there is a tendency to spread, and there are rumors among the disciples... Rumors..."Speaking of this, Long Congyun seemed to be worried, and his words became slurred.

The old man on the high platform opened his eyes a little at that time, he raised his eyebrows, looked at Long Congyun, and asked, "What are the rumors?"

Under the old man's gaze, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the newly promoted master of the sect, and he regretted his recklessness a little, but the matter had come to this point, so naturally he couldn't do it perfunctory, so he could only continue to talk hard.

"It's said that there is a problem with the sword technique given by Uncle Shi, and it is the sword of the Demon Dao..."

"Why do you think so?" asked the old man, a subtle chill in his deep voice.

"The disciple didn't dare. Long Congyun was horrified and hurriedly spoke.

"Hmm. The old man nodded, as if he was very satisfied with Long Congyun's performance, and his voice became a little kinder at that time.

"Congyun, you have to believe that I am for Linglong Pavilion. The old man walked through the path.

"The disciple understands. Long Congyun dared to have another half point of argumentation, and nodded again and again.

"Well, have the rumor-mongers found out?" asked the old man again.

When Long Congyun heard this, his body was shocked, and he said in a slurching voice: "Still... Not yet..."

"Really?" Si Bai was noncommittal to him, but his eyes narrowed again when he looked at Long Congyun. "Congyun, there are tens of thousands of people in this Linglong Pavilion, and the old man is the only one who trusts you the most, you don't want to disappoint the old man. He said meaningfully.

"The disciple didn't dare. This master who is invincible outside the world is as docile as a sheep at the moment, and he said again and again, lest he cause Si Bai to be half dissatisfied.

"Well, then go down, and within three days, you will find the one who spread the rumor with me. Si Bai said this, and closed his eyes.

The disciple retired. Long Congyun hurriedly spoke, and then stood up and walked out of Jishi Mansion as if he were fleeing.

And when he came to the outside of Jishifu, the May noon sun shone into his eyes, and he realized that his back was already soaked with sweat.

......

After all, Xu Han still underestimated Song Yueming's stubbornness.

Even though he had already talked to him about the powerful relationship in this matter, the young man still couldn't hold back after all.

He made a big fuss in the martial arts arena of Chongju Peak this morning.

He yelled at those disciples to stop practicing the swordsmanship given by Si Bai.

It is not to be said how much such an act can play, but Song Yueming is naturally inevitably beaten by the disciples of the Sword Holding Hall.

"Ouch! ”

A pig-like scream came from Xiao Xuan's window.

"Light, where did you shout at the martial arts arena today?" Fang Ziyu, who was helping Song Yueming, who was bruised, wipe the medicinal wine, gave him an angry look.

"Brother Song, just bear with it. Zhou Zhang, who was on the side, drank tea with a smile and said in his mouth.

"I heard that it seems that Long Congyun has begun to investigate who spread the rumors, Brother Song, aren't you rushing to hit the knife edge?" Xu Han on the side didn't have the heart to laugh, he sat on the side with a frown, looking at Song Yueming, his eyes were a little gloomy.

"Brother Xu, don't worry, Song is a person who does things alone, and he will never cause you trouble. Song Yueming stood up when she heard this, patted her chest, and looked arrogant. It's just that such an action will inevitably affect the wounds on his body, so this "hero" sat back with bared teeth in an instant.

"It's amazing to do things by one person. Seeing him like this, Fang Ziyu was angry and funny, and she made the force of applying the medicinal wine a little heavier, which made Song Yueming cry out again and again.

"Alas, Brother Song is confused, if this matter can be solved by shouting a few words, why not let Linglong Pavilion enter the realm of death... On the contrary, it will kill himself..."Xu Han let out a long sigh, he could probably guess that the dragon Congyun's minions were already on their way.

He didn't have the heart to continue to blame Song Yueming, the top priority was to think about how to keep it.

"If the country lives and dies for profit, how can I avoid good and evil! Even if I die, I can't watch my brothers and sisters go on like this. Song Yueming's expression was straight, and she said so.

The heavy tone of those words made everyone present stunned, and they all fell silent at that time.

"Today, I went back to Hanging River Peak to get medicine, and I saw that the medicine warehouse was messy, almost no one took care of it, and the sisters who were good on weekdays were also in a trance. All the medicinal power homework is wasted, and I only want to practice the sword when I am obsessed..."Qin Keqing on the side also frowned at that time and said, and then she looked at Xu Han as if asking for help: "Xu Gongzi really has no way..."

Xu Han smiled bitterly and shook his head when he heard this.

Qin Keqing really thinks too highly of him, even if Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhe are still imprisoned in their respective mansions at this time, there is nothing they can do, what can Xu Han do?

Qin Keqing also noticed this at that time, she lowered her head and was silent, but the expression between her eyebrows was extremely solemn.

Xu Han opened his mouth at that time, as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he resounded that the people outside the city of Yanlai were united and did not give up.

The best thing he could think of was to leave here with everyone, he didn't have the ability to save Linglong Pavilion, but he could save them.

It's just that right now, it doesn't seem like the best time to come up with this plan...

"Brother Xu can't help it, I have a way. But at this moment, Song Yueming on the side suddenly said in a loud voice.

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at the young man at that time, but the young man raised his head very proudly, looking like he was playing tricks.

"What can you do?" Fang Ziyu, who had finally finished wiping the medicinal wine for him, put away the medicine pot in his hand, and then glanced at him with a disdainful look.

"Senior sister, don't look down on people!" Song Yueming was also a person who refused to admit defeat, and argued with her waist straight.

"Then you want to talk about it?" Fang Ziyu replied without being salty, this time he didn't even turn his head to look at him, obviously sure that Song Yueming was talking nonsense.

Seeing this, Song Yueming hesitated slightly, and then her voice suddenly dropped a little. "This heavenly opportunity must not be revealed..."

"Sa?" asked Fang Ziyu, who had put away the medicine bottle.

"Heavenly Machine... Don't leak it..."Song Yueming's voice was a little quieter.

"That's not it. This time, Fang Ziyu, who heard it well, made up his mind with certainty.

The argument between the two was very interesting, which made the heavy atmosphere dissipate slightly, and everyone laughed at that time.

It's just that no one saw that Song Yueming's face, who was bowed, flashed away.