"Vain... Heart? ”

Qiu Fang muttered these words and phrases that seemed familiar, but unfamiliar, and became more and more incomprehensible to the plausible smile on Zhou Zong's face.

"Lao Shi's sword comes from his heart, you might as well ask him." The smile on Zhou Zong's face became even thicker.

"I'm afraid that Uncle Ten doesn't want to say it." Qiu Fang buried his head and pursed his lips and said.

"He dares! It is his duty to teach you how to use the sword, and if he does not teach you, I will do justice for you. ”

The middle-aged head suddenly put his hands behind his back, his eyes flashed with divine light, and he deliberately squeezed out a face full of anger, and swore cruel words. Lin Yun on the side looked at it in his eyes, pursed his lips and sighed.

"There is still some time, go quickly, your tenth uncle has been closed for a few days, you will definitely find him."

Seeing that Qiu Fang was shocked by himself, Zhou Zong proudly changed to an indifferent smile again.

"Disciple, I know."

Qiu Fang turned around and said suspiciously, but the bones of his body were slightly stagnant in the air, but he finally turned around and went out.

Hearing Qiu Fang's footsteps stepping on the bamboo leaves scattered on the ground, Zhou Zong's expression returned to his full appearance.

"The head of the house is so clever."

Knowing that the figure of the young man had gone away, He Wangshu deliberately bowed to Zhou Zong and said casually.

"Pull it down, it's not the mess you provoked." Zhou Zong spat angrily, flicked the wide sleeves of his coat, and raised his hand.

"You guys, one is better at coaxing and deceiving than the other, and now you are kicking the child to the old ten, you really don't look like an elder."

Lin Yun resentfully debunked the tricks of these two people, obviously fooling Wu Qiufang, but he was not ashamed at all.

Lin Yun's words did not leave the slightest emotion, He Wangshu is fine, I have seen this kind of scene a lot, but he is often the target of the fire of the senior brothers and sisters, and today Zhou Zong also tasted this treatment, he secretly laughed.

Zhou Zong, as the head of the sect, was somewhat concerned about his face, pretended to cough twice, and then waved his hand and said, "Old Seven, you and Old Ten will talk about what you have seen." ”

Without waiting for Cao Zibu to speak, Lin Yun answered: "Zibu's injury has not healed, I'll tell him for him." ”

"Why didn't you finish the autumn boat in one breath just now?"

He Wangshu frowned slightly, and somewhat guessed that this matter was not a trivial matter.

"The child is simple, if he talks too much, he will naturally carry more on his back, Mo Zong and his party, it is difficult for us to help, and the burden is better to lighten." Zhou Zong sighed, pointed to the futon on the ground, and motioned for He Wangshu to sit down.

He Wangshu didn't pay much attention to it, his eyebrows frowned even more, and there seemed to be a mountain of thoughts hidden in the depths of his eyebrows.

"I wondered, with the power of the Mo Sect, whether before or after the war, if you want to marry the Lin family, you also have full confidence, why do you have to plot against the three major families."

He Wangshu opened his mouth quietly, and the past emerged, especially the war, which was still vivid in his mind. He also knows that the three major families intermarry each other, but they are not xenophobic, and there are also many clansmen who have married or climbed into relationships with external forces, just like Lin Yun, although she did not marry to Dongjimen, but the original intention of the Lin family was also to win over the forces of Dongjimen by sending her to learn art.

"Because what he wants is, to himself."

Lin Yun answered, her eyes contained a cold color, she was usually kind, and she rarely scolded when she met a naughty disciple, and it was not an exaggeration to say that Dongjimen was the most kind person, but her expression at this time was like a cold winter snow wind, cold and cold.

She left home since she was a child, although she was a member of the East Pole Gate early, but after all, it was the place where she was born, and when she mentioned her strange clansmen, she had interesting grievances in her heart, even if this resentment was not only to the Lin family who sent her away, but also to the Mozong behind the scenes.

"One day I don't know what the secret treasure is, and I can't guess what Feng Zheng did in the first place. But, looking at your appearance, do you think Qiu Fang can find out? ”

He Wangshu's eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of sneer on his face, he was laughing at Zhou Zong if he was old and confused, such a major thing, even Cao Zibu couldn't do it, let alone Qiufang.

Zhou Zong didn't answer, he was waiting, waiting for others to say something more, as the master of a sect, he was bound to be more calm.

"The people of the three major families have already died, and the people who are alive now are also the children of some concubines, I think, the three major families will not make these secrets known to everyone." He Wangshu continued to talk about the difficulties, as if he wanted to sentence him to death for this matter.

"So, Senior Brother went to Huguo Temple this morning."

Lin Yun's brows were tightened, He Wangshu's words were tingling, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't get angry, since she left home, whether the Lin family was dead or alive didn't seem to have much to do with her.

"Huguoji? You mean... That little ruined temple on the outskirts of the city? ”

He Wangshu was a little surprised, and looked at Lin Yun suspiciously.

"Yes, there is a layman there, named Yao Yi."

Zhou Zong finally spoke, making He Wangshu stunned for a moment.

"She's still alive? How dare she live?"

He Wangshu seemed to guess who Yao Yiju was in Zhou Zong's mouth, and even his tone was mixed with a little trembling.

He wasn't afraid of the former head of the Yao family, although the three major families were also brilliant for a while, there was no strong person who could make him avoid. He was shocked, but with the tragic situation of the three major families, there are still people who are willing to live secretly.

Killing people under the moon sounds good, but everyone who has seen it knows that the killer's methods are extremely cruel, and he never leaves a complete corpse.

The head of the Yao family must have seen the tragic situation of his clan, how could he have the heart to live alone in the world.

"Why wouldn't she dare? The dead are gone, and the living are like us. Lin Yun retorted angrily.

"If it were me, the entire East Pole Gate would be gone, and I wouldn't dare to survive." He Wangshu is also-for-tat, refusing to show weakness at all.

"Old ten, don't say bad things." Cao Zibu, who was on the side, saw the two arguing, and couldn't help but interrupt.

"She eats fasting and recites Buddha, but it's like... It's like putting it down. ”

Zhou Zong's face was calm, he didn't pay attention to the dispute between the two, and picked the conversation back to the right path, and it was difficult to hear what emotions he had in between words.

"Eating fasting and chanting Buddha? If you really let go, you have to travel all over the world and indulge in sensuality. ”

He Wangshu didn't think much of Zhou Zong's words, and retorted while holding the folding fan in front of him.

"Regardless of whether she lets it go or not, if you want to know the whole picture of Mobao now, I'm afraid there are only two people, Feng Zheng and her." Zhou Zong shook his head, and said it lightly, as if to say, "Can you find other breakthroughs?"

He Wangshu pursed his lips and spoke arrogantly, but it didn't mean that he could find a better way.

"There is still time for the secret treasure. The Deepavali conference is imminent. Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhou Zong once again brought up the most important thing in front of him.

"This matter, we can't count on Qiu Fang, he is just a small subordinate, you ask him what Feng Zheng will eat tomorrow night, he may be able to find out, forget about the demon Deepavali conference." Besides, if there were some coincidences, he would know about it, and he wouldn't be able to send it out. He Wangshu poured a basin of cold water on everyone with an indifferent expression.

"It's okay, what this kid wants to do, let him do it, do you think that let him go to the Mo Sect for these things?"

Zhou Zong suddenly smiled, as if he was confident.

"Why else?" He Wangshu slanted over and asked.

"If the sword doesn't strike, it can't kill anyone. The autumn boat is the future, and if you want to be the future, how can you not drop blood?" Zhou Zongdao.

"This kid, it's hard for me to see, he doesn't want blood." He Wangshu dragged his voice into a long and narrow voice, he remembered the conversation in Mozong that night, and said noncommittally.

"He doesn't want to, so we'll watch? If you still have to carve the jade, you won't be able to tell your ears and follow the temptation?" Zhou Zong saw that he had a nail and an eye, and his heart was slightly unhappy, and his voice became high-pitched.

"I'm not his master."

"But you're his uncle."

Zhou Zong snorted, obviously a little angry in his heart.

"Alright, now let's talk about it." Lin Yun stood up and dissuaded, several junior brothers in Dongjimen have their own tempers, and noisy and noisy things are commonplace, except for He Wangshu, a thorn who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and Duan Mou, who never knows how to soften his posture, the rest of the people have more or less practiced the ability to play a round.

"Now that the Mo Sect is heavily guarded, I can't do anything about it." He Wangshu spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Not necessarily, that day, I fought against the Bone Demon Envoy in the suburbs, and someone helped me."

Cao Zibu spoke suddenly, his voice still weak.

"Who?" He Wangshu narrowed his eyes slightly and hurriedly asked.

"Since I found out about the secret treasure, I went to the tomb of the Wang family on the outskirts of the city to have a look. It was also that night that the Bone Demon Envoy hid in the sea of ink and quietly attacked me. I was the first to be wounded, and I was at a disadvantage, and I couldn't handle it, but suddenly a man in black intervened to stop me. But I lost consciousness and didn't see what he did afterwards. Cao Zibu then recalled the scene of the conspiracy that night, and was quite unwilling.

He Wangshu knew that the one trick used by the bone demon was hidden in the sea of ink, if it weren't for the strength of the first level, he would not be able to perceive his existence, and if he attacked like this, Cao Zibu would definitely be attacked.

"Isn't that Yuebai monk?" He Wangshu guessed.

"There is no way, when I regained consciousness, I was already in another part of the city. It was the monk Yuebai who woke me up, and he only met me on the road and simply healed me. Cao Zibu shook his head and said.

"What if he lied to you?" He Wangshu then asked.

"That monk, it won't be him. His ability to lie is probably not as good as Qiufang's. Zhou Zong denied that he had seen countless people in the world, and his ability to recognize people was even more outstanding. What he said must be somewhat credible.

"Isn't the seventh looking for the eighth, why did you find the secret treasure again halfway?"

He Wangshu wondered in his heart, among the twelve brothers of the East Pole Gate, two were lost in a big battle. Soon after this war, the eighth child also suddenly disappeared, and this disappearance was eighteen years.

Cao Zibu and the eighth entry time is similar, together with the practice of martial arts, the relationship is naturally closer than others, year after year to see people, the heart is very longing, plus Cao Zibu as a secret agent, has always been idle, will find no important time, embarked on the road to find the eighth.

It's just that in the past eighteen years, no matter how far he has traveled all over the country, the person who is worried about him is still nowhere to be heard.

"Because, just three months ago, I received a letter."

Zhou Zong stepped to the window, pushed open the wooden window with his heavy palm, and the algae-like bamboo shadow poured into the room.