Hearing these familiar words, Xia Qianqing only felt a chill down his spine.

She didn't care about continuing to disguise, trying hard to break free from the shackles, but what she did after losing her cultivation was still in vain.

At this point, she remembered her naïve thoughts before she was tied here...

What Sword Sect would not be in such an obvious trap to sow discord, what Su Jiming planned would only end up in vain after all.

Now it seems that it is a ridiculous statement to comfort yourself.

The other party is afraid that he has already found the Sword Sect, and he has been nailed into his trap from beginning to end... Not only himself, but even the Spirit Sect behind him had to endure the unjustified calamities brought by himself.

- Smack

The black cloth in front of her eyes was torn off, and what caught her eye was Su Jiming's smiling face.

A trace of panic and fear flashed in Xia Qianqing's eyes.

After realizing that the plan she thought was smart was just a ridiculous performance in the eyes of the other party, Xia Qianqing was a little unbalanced, and until this moment, her perception of Su Jiming was still more fear than resentment.

"Why..?"

said that she was a saint of the Spirit Sect, but in fact she was just a girl who had just come of age.

After truly realizing that she had fallen into a catastrophe, the girl's heart was left with only regret.

The sense of powerlessness and despair was like two invisible giant hands, tightly wrapping Xia Qianqing, but Su Jiming did not pity the jade, his voice was flat, without any emotional fluctuations, as if he was talking about an inconsequential trivial matter.

"It's a parting gift for Miss Xia..."

He looked at Xia Qianqing's somewhat reddened eyes, admired the other party's frightened eyes, and said:

"A word to Miss Xia... No one on the rivers and lakes will answer why you are, and if you make a mistake, you will never recover. ”

His voice was very low, but it was extremely clear, and every word was like a sharp sword, piercing deep into Xia Qianqing's heart.

As if announcing her final outcome, Su Jiming turned around and said:

"Let me see the Sword Sect's methods..."

As the words fell, the Sword Sect disciple beside him moved his eyes slightly, as if he understood what Su Jiming meant.

The next moment, Xia Qianqing felt that her eyes were dark, as if something had hit the back of her head, and she fainted after a sharp pain.

.....

Looking at Xia Qianqing who had fainted, Su Jiming couldn't help but sigh.

Although he reached an agreement with Lingzong, it didn't mean that he wouldn't torture Xia Qianqing.

On the one hand, the more this is the case, the less the Sword Sect will suspect him of betting on both ends, and on the other hand, it is to satisfy Su Jiming's own evil taste.

In a sense, the brutal torture of a bad woman can be regarded as revenge for the original body?

He put away his thoughts and looked at the Sword Sect disciple on the side.

The disciple of the Sword Sect hurriedly saluted after seeing him coming, he was the inner disciple who had led Su Jiming to meet the sword-wielding elder before, and he was also the highest cultivator in this group, and he had the strength of the fourth realm before he was thirty, and he could be regarded as a small talent.

After learning about Su Jiming's cooperative relationship with the Sword Sect, the people of the Sword Sect treated him with great courtesy, and they did not have the contemptuous attitude they had before.

In fact, before this incident happened, most of the people in the Sword Sect still thought that Su Jiming was just a straw bag, a gentleman who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it.

But now it seems, where is this straw bale? This is simply you, a natural careerist.

To be able to operate in a place like Bianzhou for so many years, just to seek a general situation of the sword, Ling Erzong pulled into the water, and finally hid his merit and name from the sword sect and ran away, not only for the Guogong Mansion to complete the task of balancing the power of the rivers and lakes, but also to expand the influence of the Guogong Mansion in disguise.

Thinking of this, the Sword Sect disciple couldn't help but feel a little more admiration and fear in his eyes when he looked at Su Jiming.

"Is there anything else the prince commands?"

"A reminder, there is still a period of time before the ninth day of the ninth month of September, and the Spirit Sect has a lot of means of communication, I hope the Sword Sect will not mess things up before this."

Hearing this, the Sword Sect disciple couldn't help but laugh and said:

"The prince doesn't have to worry, there is a ban here, and ordinary means of communication can't break through."

Su Jiming was thoughtful, but quickly waved his hand again and said:

"In that case, then I can leave with peace of mind."

“...”

Outside Huaishui County, a horse-drawn carriage is parked next to the stone monument.

Su Jiming sat in the carriage and prepared to drive away.

There is still some time before the ninth day of September... Prior to this, he had also received a lot of useful information from the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The sword-wielding elder of the Sword Sect was naturally the one in charge of this matter, and the whole thing was handled by him, including the tomb of the Sword Sect, which he discovered.

Opinions within the Sword Sect on this matter were different, in a sense, this was an arbitrary act of the Sword Elder, while the other members of the Sword Sect were either unaware or turned a blind eye.

The strength of the peak of the seventh realm of the sword-holding elder is enough for him to ignore the voices of the vast majority of people within the sword sect, you must know that there are only a handful of people above the seventh realm of the entire sword sect, and the sword-holding elder is one of the few who can compete with the eighth realm, and he has the capital and confidence to dispose of the objects in the mausoleum by himself.

This was also one of the reasons why Su Jiming finally chose the Spirit Sect instead of the Sword Sect.

It's just a peak of the seventh realm, and it's still within the scope of calculation, if it's a monk of the ninth realm, he's afraid that he will directly defect.

Another part of the reason is that the "Spirit Sect Secret Codex" that Su Jiming asked Xia Qianqing's master for is a very important item in the game.

In the next episode, it will play a big role... It is also one of the blessings of the protagonist of the original work.

It doesn't matter if it's good or not, the important thing is to cut off the original protagonist.

Su Jiming saw this point quite clearly.

"Has the prince ever negotiated?"

A slightly sighing voice came from the side, and Su Jiming looked up, just in time to meet Yu Lingzhu's resentful eyes.

He couldn't help but laugh.

"It's settled."

"The prince has negotiated, but I almost lost half my life."

Yu Lingzhu opened his mouth angrily.

You must know that the sword-wielding elder knew her, and the other party had previously found Tingyu Pavilion and wanted to buy Xia Qianqing's information, and was fooled by himself.

As a result, it was she who came to negotiate the deal this time, and the sword-wielding elder naturally misunderstood her purpose, and after the whole transaction, she was locked by the other party's qi machine, and the fox's tail was almost exposed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Yu."

While speaking, Su Jiming took out a delicate small box from the side, opened it and put it in front of Miss Fox, and said with a smile:

"Eat some snacks to suppress the shock."

There is a faint aroma of osmanthus in the box.

Seeing this, Yu Lingzhu couldn't help but be stunned and looked up at Su Jiming.

- How did he know that I liked osmanthus cakes?

"This is the osmanthus cake that I asked someone to bring from the capital to the 'Imperial Xuan', if Miss Yu doesn't dislike it, let's try it."

Looking at the fragrant osmanthus cake in front of him, Yu Lingzhu hesitated.

After a long time, as if she had made up her mind, she reached out and picked up a piece of pastry.

- The things of the big dogs, don't eat for nothing.