Zhuo Beibei walked on the front foot, and Gu Jin on the back foot finally came back.

"On a rainy day, Zhen Ji was in a bad mood and refused to eat, so she persuaded her for a long time."

"That's right..."

Well, the little mare is actually jade, no wonder Gu Jin took so long to come back.

"Fortunately, the porridge is thick enough, it's still hot, eat it quickly, it's delicious."

Qin Lang brought the porridge bowl to Gu Jin, took a towel again, and wiped her hair and the rain stained on her body, which soon made Gu Jin a little embarrassed.

"Qin Lang, don't be like this..."

“？”

Qin Lang looked at the towel in his hand puzzled:

"What's going on?"

"You... You're a man... How can you serve me like this..."

"Harm!"

Qin Lang sneered:

"What kind of service is this, boyfriend and girlfriend should care about each other."

“……”

Gu Jin's ears are powdery, although it feels good to be considerate by her boyfriend, but she is still not used to it, so Qin Lang also went to comfort her:

"Ah, if you feel uncomfortable being served by me, it's a big deal to wait for me to come back later."

"Hmph... Who will serve you..."

Gu Jin is an assassin, not a maid, and is not used to being served, nor can she serve others.

At least for now, so he glanced at Qin Lang lightly, and subconsciously said:

"If you want to, you can find a lady to serve you in the future..."

“……”

“！”

As soon as the words came out, Gu Jin immediately realized that "Madame" was beside her.

Although this lady is not the other lady, and the second lady is not the eldest lady, they are all Mrs., and it is easy to be ambiguous when she says this, so she hurriedly added another sentence:

"I'm talking about the county lord's wife, Qin Lang, don't think about it."

“？”

Qin Langxin said nonsense, what other ladies could there be besides the county lord's wife?

……

After the three of them officially had breakfast together, Su Yupan asked a question about yesterday's ring by the way, which was actually a question that Miss Sumire was very concerned about.

"Qin Lang, what kind of martial arts was your last move to beat Wang Liu?"

"That."

Qin Lang thought for a while:

"That's called "Great Wisdom"."

“……”

What the hell is the name, Su Yupan almost choked:

"Great cleverness?"

"Yes."

"Your senior sister taught you too?"

"Hmm."

“……”

After hearing that "Great Wisdom Gong" was taught to Qin Lang by Mu Xuan, Su Yupan's eyes suddenly crossed a hint of "no wonder".

This casual name... It's really her style...

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At the same time, by the West Lake.

In the rain and fog, a six-storey pavilion stands by the lake, and the three big characters of [Juxian Pavilion] are faintly visible on the card of the first floor.

Since the vicinity of Juxian Pavilion was designated as the boundary of the state capital Yamen, this ancient pavilion has also been used for the official collection, and the mystery has increased year by year.

At this moment, on the second floor of the Juxian Hall, there are two people sitting opposite each other in front of a desk, one of them is Wang Liu, a middle-aged brown-robed man who fights with Qin Lang, but the person on the other side is wrapped in a black robe and can't see clearly, only the voice can hear his age:

"What you said, is it really "Datong Ming Xuangong"?"

"Nine times out of ten!"

Wang Liu squinted his eyes and looked at the black-robed old man, and his tone was solemn:

"At least as far as I can see, I can't imagine that there is any other martial art in the world that is so similar."

"Hmm... Ahem, ahem..."

The black-robed old man didn't seem to be in good health, and after coughing dryly for a while, he picked up the teapot next to him and poured out a wisp of bright red liquid from it.

The black-robed old man's attitude towards him didn't matter at all, and he continued to take care of himself:

"Chase Ming Xuangong... It's the immortal magic of the Xiaoyao faction back then, in what you say, that kid surnamed Qin is the remnant of the Xiaoyao faction? ”

"Nine times out of ten!"

"Nine times out of ten..."

The old man sneered:

"Don't be surprised if you're not sure."

"But even if you don't have a complete grasp, this matter is also related to the heirs of the old six factions!"

Wang Liuyi pinched his fist:

"Don't you understand the severity?"

"Light and heavy? Oh, the old man understands better than you, everything has priorities, you don't stay on the fourth floor to read today, isn't it just to talk to Hong Lao about this? It just so happens that the old man has more important things, and he also wants to talk to Hong Lao. ”

More important things?

Wang Liu was stunned, and for a while he really couldn't think of anything more important than the "suspected heir of the Loose Sect".

"The free school, although mysterious and powerful at the beginning, but the style of doing things is comparable to the Wuliang Mountain of Zen Temple, the door is rarely born, even when he dies, he is silent, there is no dispute with the world, and people are harmless...... Such a sect, even if there is any so-called heir, it has no intention of setting off any waves. ”

"But..."

"Have you ever looked for someone to target that Qin Shaoxia?"

"I found it, I found it as soon as possible, but those people were all lost not long after following him, and their memories were confused..."

……

In fact, this situation is not Qin Lang's own ability.

It's just that Wang Liu had already failed to track and stalk at that time, and he didn't even know about the existence of other people around Qin Lang.

……

"People have such ability, and they don't want to trouble you, what are you anxious about?"

The black-robed old man sneered:

"The old man said, compared to the free faction, the old man has more important things."

Wang Liu was impatient and wanted to give this old man a punch:

"If you want to say it, just say don't sell it, don't you want to say it when Hong Lao comes back?"

"Hehehe... Okay, then the old man will tell you. ”

The black-robed old man laughed strangely:

"Compared to your unpredictable heir, the old man can tell you in a packed ticket! Pick up the star building! It's back in the world! ”

"What?!"

Wang Liuda was surprised:

"One knife can pick up the stars, one knife can cut the moon... Is it the star-picking tower that was once crowned the world's first demon sword?! ”

"Exactly!"

The black-robed old man lifted his hood, and the face that was revealed was the "vampire monster" that Qin Lang had escaped by pretending to be dead after being beheaded in the wild boar forest.

"Wei Lao."

Wang Liuyi clenched his fists and said in disbelief:

"Although I don't have a good grasp of the heirs of the Xiaoyao faction, why are you sure that the Star Picking Tower, which is also the old six factions, will reappear in the rivers and lakes?"

"Nonsense!"

The black-robed old man exposed his severed arm, and then exposed his neck:

"If it weren't for the immortal skill to save his life, the old man would have almost been beheaded by "Star Picking Knife" and died in the wild boar forest! You just read the "Datong Ming Xuangong" in the book, the old man saw "Star Picking Knife" with his own eyes on the rivers and lakes back then, and he will not be wrong to experience it personally this time! ”

……

As the two were talking, suddenly a series of strange footsteps came slowly, and the two of them got up at the same time, their faces respectful.

"Hong Lao..."

"Hmm... As soon as I came back, I heard shouting..."

With the smell of wine permeating, outside the second floor of the Juxian Hall, a ragged figure limped in.

If Qin Lang was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, this was the beggar who dropped the small sign of [Juxian]!

"Elder Hong, you're finally back."

The beggar put his hands behind his back, standing in the corridor and staring at the surface of the West Lake, Wang Liu hurriedly said behind him:

"Elder Hong, I have something important to inform you, one of the old six factions back then, the Xiaoyao faction, seems to have a successor."

“……”

The beggar frowned slightly when he heard this, but didn't say anything.

"It seems! Still seemingly! ”

The black-robed old Deng also immediately followed:

"Elder Hong, this kid is unreliable, but I can really affirm that the legendary Star Picking Tower has now reappeared in the world!"

“……”

Hearing Lao Deng's words, the beggar still didn't speak, but his brows furrowed a little deeper.

After a long time, he snorted coldly after a long sigh.

"Huh, the Loose Pie? Picking up the stars? What is this..."

“？”

“？”

Wang Liu and Lao Deng couldn't help but glance at each other.

What does this mean?

These two pieces of news, just one of them, are enough to cause the rivers and lakes to boil, why does Hong Lao think it's nothing?

While the two were confused, they didn't know that the beggar's mind was replaying the day when he stopped the road and met a young man with a carriage.

"I'm back this time, and I also brought a message..."

After a long silence, the beggar finally spoke in a deep voice:

"The former head of the six factions, the world's first mad gate, Longding Villa, has reappeared in the rivers and lakes..."

"Huh?!"

"What?!"

……

(End of chapter)