Sikong Jing glanced at Bei Mingxiu with a complicated face, and said, "Come in." ”

The Northern Meditation Cultivator walked in unceremoniously.

Sikong Jing closed the door, sat down at the table, motioned for Bei Ming Xiu to sit opposite him, and said, "You know?"

Bei Ming Xiu nodded and said: "That guy is a magic weapon that is not too high-grade, if it has nothing to do with you, the head snake of Fengyun Village, I don't believe it." ”

Sikong nodded and said, "I can see that you are not here for the treasure of the Heavenly Desolate Valley, and now it seems that your target is ...... It should be Fang Chengyi. ”

"You know him. Bei Mingxiu's eyes condensed slightly, smiled faintly, and said, "Then I didn't find the wrong person." ”

As he spoke, his spiritual power was already slowly converging.

If Sikong Jing wants to burst out and kill people, he can also resist for a while.

And the ice bullets he scattered in front of everyone's doors would explode at the same time and at the fastest speed, luring everyone here.

Sikongjing's reaction was beyond his expectations.

He just sighed softly and said, "You have to believe that I have no ill will towards you, otherwise you will not be able to walk back at all." ”

"No wonder I think there are other people watching me next to me, but I haven't been able to find it, so I was distracted and was attacked by that guy, and I didn't dare to recover myself with all my strength until Si Xiang arrived, it turned out to be you. "In this case, things will be even more strange. ”

"Since the magic weapon on that guy's body is related to you, and you admit that you have something to do with Fang Chengyi, why didn't you collude with him and take the opportunity to kill me?"

Sikong Jing picked up the porcelain teapot, poured himself a cup of morning tea that had just been brewed, poured another cup for Bei Ming Xiu, and pushed it in front of him: "I can only say that your investigation may be in the wrong direction." ”

Bei Mingxiu took the tea and said strangely: "Why?"

Sikong Jing took a sip of tea and said, "Because Fang Chengyi ...... It's my teacher. ”

As soon as these words came out, it was as if a thunderclap exploded in the room.

The heart of the Northern Meditation Cultivator couldn't keep calm for a while.

As if sensing the shock hidden under Bei Mingxiu's calm face, Sikong Jing explained, "Although he doesn't recognize me as his disciple, I have always thought of him as my teacher. ”

"If he hadn't taken me to appreciate the customs of the Central Plains, I wouldn't have known that this world is so big, and the path of cultivation is so diverse, far from being comparable to the innate lineage of our Sikong family and the family heirloom of longevity. Sikong Jing remembered those years, a look of nostalgia appeared on his face, and he sighed, "He took me to travel in the Central Plains for a year, and I studied for a year, although I can't tell what I learned, at least now I am more comfortable entertaining you uninvited guests." ”

"At that time, I still wanted to worship him as a teacher, hoping to become a great cultivator like him, but he refused, because our Sikong family was born with no pulse, and he was born unable to communicate with heaven and earth, and he couldn't practice his exercises, and he couldn't look down on my Yizong potential. Sikong Jing shook his head with a smile and said, "Because of his interest in the Innate Absolute Pulse, Fang Chengyi found me and took me on a year's journey, but also because the Innate Absolute Pulse is not connected to the world, he didn't want to recognize me as a disciple at all, and said that he would not consider it unless there was a great power willing to forcibly pass the pulse for you." But at that time, I had already practiced the family tradition, and if I passed through the pulse, people died, and I had already cut off this way back. Otherwise, he might not need to make much effort to solve my innate absoluteness. So his words were actually just a rejection of me. Isn't it wonderful that success is also dead, and defeat is also dead?"

Bei Ming Xiu nodded slightly, but he had already captured the point of his words in his heart.

Born with no pulse, it should be the reason why the meridians of the children of the Sikong family do not communicate with heaven and earth at all.

Although because of their Sikong family's family exercises, the cultivation of the three Sikong brothers is still very high, but the apex is only like this, and it is difficult to improve it after that, it sounds ...... It will also lose its life.

Originally, he was still a little envious of Sikong's unique physique, but now this envy is gone—his own fairy body is good, and now he doesn't have to worry about poison in the tea.

Now he was finally sure that Sikong Jing did have a connection with Fang Chengyi, which made him have to be vigilant.

But if you should ask, you still have to ask.

"How can you be sure that Fang Chengyi didn't order him to do it?"

"Although he doesn't admit that he is my master, when he lived in the Heavenly Desolate Valley, he still took care of Fengyun Village, and occasionally sent some magic weapons down, of course, in your opinion, these magic weapons may not be able to enter the eye. Sikong Jing smiled bitterly, "I know him as a person, although he is cruel to outsiders, he will not do anything to obedient subordinates." ”

"Fengyun Village, in fact, is already his backyard, how could he let the backyard catch fire?"

Sikong Jing looked at Bei Ming Cultivation and changed the subject: "That beggar is his former disciple, Du Sigui. ”

"Du Sigui?" said Bei Mingxiu after repeating the name, "Why a former disciple?" 117

Xiao Du was greedy for a piece of treasure jade behind his back, and was expelled from the school, so he had to flee to Fengyun Village to make a living, and he only turned a blind eye, as if he had never had this apprentice. ”

"As half of his elder brother, I still want to cheer him up and give him some errands, but he is not interested in everything, so he keeps sinking into being a beggar. ”

"Until more than half a month ago, he suddenly found me happily and said that the master could let him return to the door wall, on the condition that he could kill you, Zhou Han, or the son of the North Underworld, let me let him choose the magic weapon in the village, I naturally have to agree. ”

He bowed slightly towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator and said, "I have to apologize to you for this." ”

His tone gradually became serious, and he said solemnly: "But if you have an enmity with him and come to Fengyun Village, you will only throw yourself into the net, and you have no chance of winning at all." ”

"A disciple of Fang Chengyi has forced me to this point, facing him himself, of course there is no chance of winning, right? Bei Mingxiu smiled, "But he beat the younger one, and there must be an old one coming to settle accounts with him." ”

Seeing that Sikong Jing was about to say more, Bei Mingxiu hurriedly interrupted: "Master Dazhai, I know that you have no ill will towards me, but you don't need to say anything about the next words." ”

He smiled slyly and said, "Anyway, Fang Chengyi shouldn't be around now, otherwise he would have come out to find me a long time ago." ”

Sikong Jing sighed faintly.

Indeed, if Fang Chengyi was still in the Heavenly Desolate Valley, how could he let Sikong Ming die blindly?

"Lord Dazhai, you believe Fang Chengyi and Du Sigui, I don't believe it, what is the truth, I will continue to investigate. Bei Ming Xiu said seriously, "You and the second village master, you have to be careful recently. ”

A touch of sadness appeared on Sikong Jing's face, and he nodded slightly.

Bei Ming Xiu originally wanted to say something, but seeing his expression, he swallowed back what he was going to say.

He was, and was also an older brother who had lost his brother.

And now it seems that he is much luckier than Sikong Jing.

After a long time, Sikong Jing continued to speak: "I have already disposed of those traces of battle, you don't have to worry. ”

Bei Mingxiu nodded slightly, got up and said goodbye.

Sikong Jing is also quite sad these days, since he really has no ill will towards him, he shouldn't bother too much.

The truth of everything can always be revealed.

A short time after he left the room, he saw another acquaintance.

This person's expression was lazy, and he looked like a leisurely outsider, but in fact he was the faint leader of the foreign cultivators stationed in the main village.

Cliff view cultivator, Xu Jinsong.

Bei Ming Xiu frowned and said, "Are you waiting for me?"

Xu Jinsong nodded and asked rhetorically: "You are the only one hanging around outside so early, who are you waiting for?"

Bei Mingxiu said lightly: "What do I do, I can say it directly." ”

"Are you still angry with me after so long?" Xu Jinsong laughed at himself, then put on a lazy look, pointed to a certain place in the main village, and said seriously, "Song Yang, he was killed last night, and he was the same as when the master of Sanzhai died, his whole body was cold, and there was a small hole in his throat, but he couldn't find the murder weapon. ”

This cultivator named Song Yang had a slight impression on the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but it was just a one-sided relationship, and he didn't even know where the cultivator of the other party was.

And he died in his room last night.

But that's not right.

Du Sigui had been severely injured by him last night, and it was impossible for him to sneak into the main village and kill people in the cold air of the Northern Underworld.

Could it be that the murderer is someone else, or is there more than one?

Bei Mingxiu frowned, faintly feeling that things might be in trouble.