A few words, the preface does not match the afterword, it seems to be a hidden edge, but in fact, it can't be talked about, but it is just-for-tat.

When the young man in brocade clothes asked Zhao Luoyue if he was a fellow Daoist of the Xuanyun Sect, he did not introduce himself first, and his expression was cold and a little impolite.

Zhao Luoyue glanced at Jing Jiu, wanting to know how Jing Jiu planned to deal with it.

Through the conversation between the young man in brocade clothes and Hu Guifei, the woman of the Hanging Ling Sect vaguely guessed his identity, and was shocked and speechless, even the little girl was a little uneasy.

The identity of the young man in brocade is indeed noble, and his attitude towards the Shenyun Sect is understandable.

——The contemporary god emperor trusts Guocheng Temple the most, and the closest to the royal family is always the Zhongzhou faction.

As a Xuanyun Sect that is as famous as the Zhongzhou faction and has competed for the position of the leader of the righteous path for more than a thousand years, it is naturally impossible to gain the favor of the people in the royal family. Especially as a young man in brocade, if you want to get the full support of the Zhongzhou faction, you must express a clear attitude at all times and on any occasion.

These are understandable things.

Jing Jiu knew it very well, but he wouldn't understand it, because he didn't care about the other party's identity at all.

His attitude was even more explicit than that of the young man in brocade.

He spoke directly to the little girl and asked her name, as if the young man in brocade did not exist.

This is ignorance.

The young man in brocade narrowed his eyes and did not speak again.

I am most afraid of sudden silence.

Especially Cersei, she was originally a little girl who liked to be lively.

What's more, she thought that Jing Jiu and Zhao Luoyue didn't know the identity of the young man in brocade yet, and she was worried that something would go wrong.

She hurriedly took out two small bells, handed them to Zhao Luoyue, and said, "These are the two I asked for with great difficulty." ”

This was the gift she promised to give to Zhao Luoyue and Jing Jiu when she left the Shenyun Sect.

The pure heart bell of the Hanging Bell Sect is unparalleled in the world. She is the biological daughter of the sect master, and the bell she asked for with all her heart is naturally not ordinary.

The two small bells are completely unveined, delicate in shape, extremely transparent, and exude a faint clear light, which makes people calm just by looking at them.

Looking at this picture, Hu Guifei was a little envious, and the expression of the young man in brocade also changed slightly.

His identity is extremely noble, and since he was born, he has tied a bell sent by the Hanging Bell Sect to his ankle to protect his heart.

At this time, the two bells that the little girl took out were about the same grade as his bells.

The question is, how can the identities of Zhao Luoyue and Jing Jiu be compared to him?

Even if the Hanging Ling Sect and the Shenyun Sect have been friends for generations, how could that old lady agree to his granddaughter giving away such a heavy treasure with her hands, isn't this nonsense?

Zhao Luoyue took the bell, nodded in thanks, and said, "The sword promised to you hasn't found a suitable one yet, so wait." ”

Cersei waved his hand to show that he was not in a hurry, and then looked at Jing Jiu, a smug smile on his little face.

"You are different from Sister Zhao, I feel that I have lost this bell to you, except for the thing that promised me at the time, you have to send me something back. ”

As soon as I gave the gift, I thought about returning the gift, which is something that only a little girl can do.

Bisheng Jingjiu felt that this was normal, and thought about it seriously.

He still has a lot of treasures and magic weapons, but some of them he has to prepare for when he breaks through the realm in the future, some of them have to be left for Liu Shisui and Zhao Luoyue, and he has to prepare a good one for Gu Qing, and now there is another young man surnamed Yuan in Shenmo Peak, Xiao Yushan can't say that he will come back one day, and there will be more disciples in the ninth peak in the future. As for the cultivation exercises, he still remembers a lot, and there are even two fragments of the Zen ancestor of Guocheng Temple, but the little girl must practice the exercises of the Hanging Bell Sect, these are not suitable, and sending these will always cause some trouble.

Then he came up with a very simple and useful gift.

Jing Jiu looked at the little girl and said, "I can help you do something." ”

The little girl didn't understand and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jing Jiu said: "You think for yourself, just tell me when you need me to do it." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Luoyue glanced at him and was a little surprised.

She knew very well that Jing Jiu was a natural cultivator, and she didn't have much emotion for everything in the world, or she didn't want to have too much contact with everything in the world.

He was willing to make such a condition...... Whatever it is, it's a big deal.

The little girl didn't feel anything, but when she saw Zhao Luoyue's expression, she vaguely understood that she had made a great profit, her eyes became bright, and she asked, "Is anything okay?"

Jing Jiu said: "Anything can be done. ”

。。。。。。

"Anything is fine, that is, nothing. ”

A voice came from the old nunnery, which had been silent all along.

The voice is very loud, but there is no sense of oppression, it makes people feel very comfortable, gentle and comfortable, but it is enough to explain or infectious.

Such as the evening bell of the ancient temple.

A man came out of the hermitage.

The man was tall, with peaceful eyebrows and eyes, but he was brave and resolute.

Hu Guifei smiled at the man and said hello, looking very kind.

The woman of the Hanging Bell Sect greeted the man and was quite respectful.

The tall man looked at the little girl and said gently: "At least, you can't ask him to do evil, do things that go against the way of Xianxia, and you can't ask him to hurt himself." ”

Cersei guessed who he was, and did not refute it, his eyes shining slightly.

"It's just one thing, don't bother so much. ”

Jing Jiu said.

The young man in brocade sneered, "Does she want you to commit suicide, and you will do it too?"

Jing Jiu looked into his eyes and said, "I'm not a fool. ”

The young man in brocade was slightly angry when he heard this, and said, "Is this interesting?"

Jing Jiu said: "I will judge myself. ”

The young man in brocade sneered and said, "You can find a reason not to do anything, so what's the point of you agreeing to this condition?"

"She'll trust me because I believe in her. ”

"Makes sense. Jingjiu, you are good-looking and speak well. ”

The little girl clapped her hands in admiration, and then said helplessly: "You can't go to my house, otherwise I'm really afraid that the old lady will kill you." ”

Others can't understand it, but Jing Jiu and Zhao Luoyue can naturally understand it, because the little girl talked about this topic when she was in Qingshan.

She was worried that the old lady would kill Jing Jiu, naturally because she was worried that her mother would like Jing Jiu.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the rumored Jingjiu, and the thoughts are really thorough. ”

The tall man looked at Jing Jiu and said.

People don't understand the meaning of this phrase.

Jing Jiu didn't speak.

The next two sentences spoken by the tall man explain why.

"In the Shenyun Sect, your rank is higher than Nanshan, and Nanshan is open-minded, even if you break his sword with a trick, he won't do anything. ”

The tall man looked at Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "But I'm not as good as Nanshan, my temperament is more direct, if I have the opportunity, I will break your sword to give him this breath." ”

The two factions were divided, and Jing Jiu was the elder of the first disciple of the Shenyun Sect to pass through Nanshan, but he could not be regarded as his elder.

His tone was calm, even a little gentle, but there was a feeling of belief, as if Jing Jiu's sword had been broken.

Zhao Luoyue glanced at him, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

It was sword light.

The meaning is simple and clear, there are only two kinds, and there is no concealment.

That is the intent to fight, and the intent to kill.

Want to break the sword?

Even if you are Luo Huainan.

I will also kill with a sword.