"Boy in brocade, I haven't asked you yet, why are you with my nephew?" Ji Zhuzi found a fairly clean corner and sat comfortably, glanced at Xin Ci who was sitting at the mouth of another cave, and asked Ye Jinyi who was standing beside him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Jin Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and said a little impatiently: "Isn't there a saying that meeting is fate?"

Hearing this, Ji Zhuzi picked up his crutches and gently knocked Ye Jinyi's knee, squinted his eyes and said, "Jinyi boy, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are talking like this?"

Ye Jinyi glanced at Ji Zizi, then untied his bracers, lifted his sleeves, revealing his swollen and purple arms, gritted his teeth and said, "If it were you, would you whisper to the person who hurt you like this?"

Seeing the injury on Ye Jinyi's arm, Ji Zhuzi hurriedly choked Ye Jinyi's wrist and exclaimed: "I saw that you were still standing well after being limped, and I thought you were fine, why did you become like this?"

Ye Jinyi frowned and gasped, and said, "Senior Jizizi, are you underestimating your iron crutch too much, or overestimating my bones?"

Between the words, Xin Ci didn't know when he had walked to the two of them.

Sensing Xin Ci's arrival, Ji Zhuzi stood up on crutches, blocked in front of Ye Jinyi, and said with a smile: "Good nephew, it is our business to have any grievances with your father, and it has nothing to do with you juniors, so my uncle advises you not to do anything indiscriminately, so as not to make your uncle angry and do it with you." ”

Xin Ci sneered: "Then I'm really afraid that uncle, you won't do anything for me." ”

Ji Zizi's beard trembled, and he pointed at Xin Ci and trembled: "Eh, I said, why don't you listen to persuasion?"

Xin Ci didn't answer the phone, so he only staggered over, half-knelt in front of Ye Jinyi, and casually tore off a piece of material from the corner of his clothes and planned to bandage Ye Jinyi's wound.

Ye Jinyi smiled and said, "Thank you, little brother." ”

Xin Ci lowered his head to bandage his wounds, and only said coldly: "You don't have to get involved in this turmoil for this old man, and my father will never be embarrassed by this old man." ”

When Ji Zizi heard this, his beard trembled angrily, so he slammed the iron crutch to the ground, and said angrily: "Xin Ci boy, the etiquette still has to be talked about, what kind of body do you become as an old man." ”

Ye Jinyi glanced at Ji Zhuzi, couldn't help but hook his lips and smiled, then looked at the top of Xin Ci's hair, and said: "Originally, I didn't have to worry about it, but I owe this old man a lot of favors, if I don't care, I always feel uneasy in conscience." ”

After saying that, she raised her head and looked around the cave, and said, "Little brother, now we are all trapped in this cave, and the Weeping Blood Sword has also fallen into Lu Nian's hands. Since Ling Zun and Ji Zhuzi's predecessors are both under the sect of the Ghost Emperor's predecessors, they should join forces to deal with outsiders at this time. Otherwise, wouldn't you end up with a sandpiper and a clam competing for the benefit of the fisherman?"

Xin Ci raised his head and stared at Ye Jinyi's dark eyes, and said, "What you said makes sense, but what about after reclaiming the Weeping Blood Sword? Do you really think I can deal with the two of you?"

Ye Jinyi shook his head and said, "No, you should remember that the purpose of my trip is to recapture the Weeping Blood Sword and return it to the Imperial Sword Villa, no matter who wants to fight for the Weeping Blood this time, I want this Weeping Blood Sword to be returned to the Xin family intact." ”

Xin Ci said: "You promise?"

Ye Jinyi hooked her lips and said, "I promise." ”

Xin Ci listened to Ye Jinyi's words, held her eyes and didn't speak for a long time, and then suddenly raised her head and glanced at Ji Zhuzi.

Seeing this, Ye Jinyi hooked his head to look at the machine that suddenly fell silent, and said slowly: "Old Ji Zhu, you have no opinion." ”

When Ji Zhuzi heard this, he came to his senses, and sat cross-legged beside Ye Jinyi, he first glanced at Xin Ci, and then looked at Ye Jinyi, and his face became solemn, "I was taken in by the owner of the village to survive to this day, this matter naturally can't affect the Boundless Villa, you want to give the sword to the Imperial Sword Villa, I have no opinion." But to this day, haven't you ever thought about why Lu Nian stole the Weeping Blood Sword?"

Ye Jinyi nodded and said, "Anyway, I haven't asked you why you're here?

Ji Zhuzi said: "After I left the Boundless Mountain Villa, I went to Canglang Valley, and then I found this thing in the relics of my master's old man. ”

As he spoke, he took out a small parchment roll from his chest, and then carefully unfolded it and spread it out in the palm of his hand. As it was already dark outside, and the cave was getting darker and darker, I could see that the parchment scroll was a small portrait of a man, and if I looked closely, I could not see anything clearly.

Seeing this, Ye Jinyi spread out the palm of his left hand, and suddenly a cluster of flames rose in the palm of his hand, which happened to illuminate the small parchment scroll.

Because of its age, the scroll has a pale yellow color, and the oil on it has faded a little, but it is still vaguely recognizable that the parchment scroll depicts a woman sitting under a tree and playing a harp.

Ye Jinyi frowned and said, "What is this?"

Ji Zhuzi said: "Look at the small characters engraved under the picture scroll. ”

Hearing this, Ye Jinyi and Xin Ci looked at the smallest side of the scroll together, only to see a line of small characters carved with a carving knife, and the moment they saw that line of words, the two of them frowned and looked at each other.

"Remembering the Dead Wife and Han Xiang Pen"

"Isn't the Bangqin here the wife of Lu Zhise's predecessor, Mrs. Mu Bangqin?" Ye Jinyi looked up at Ji Zi suddenly.

Ji Zizi nodded and said, "It should be right." ”

Xin Ci said: "Mu Wanqin is obviously Lu Zhise's wife, so what's the matter with this Han Xiang?"

Ji Zizi sighed and didn't answer, Xu didn't know the answer, Xu didn't want to answer.

Ye Jinyi lowered his head and kept looking at the parchment scroll, and only looked up for a long time before he looked up and said, "You said, this parchment scroll was found in the relics of the ghost royal predecessors?"

Ji Zizi stroked his beard and sighed, "Not bad." ”

Ye Jinyi said again: "You just said, what does the Lu family have to do with this Weeping Blood Sword?"

Ji Zhuzi nodded again and said, "Not bad." ”

Xin Ci also held his eyes, his face was very solemn, and after a while, he looked up at Ji Zhuzi, and then turned his gaze to Ye Jinyi, and said word by word: "Suppose, my master is the ghost king, and it is Han Xiang who painted this painting." ”

The air was suddenly quiet, except for the small chirping of insects outside. The three of them were expressionless, looking at the little parchment and not speaking,

The cool breeze blowing from the cracks in the cave makes people feel cold.

After a while, Ji Zhuzi opened his mouth to break the silence and said, "Master adopted me and my senior brother forty-five years ago, and then took us to Canglang Valley to live in seclusion, but he became famous because of his alchemy. ”

Xin Ci said: "And before that, the rivers and lakes didn't know where the ghost royal person came from and what his identity was?"

Ye Jinyi said: "Also at the same time, Mrs. Mu Wanqin died, Lu Xuanling's disciple Han Xiang disappeared, and the Lu family began to decline. ”

The three of them fell silent again, because they suddenly found that this matter was not as simple as they had originally thought, and this Weeping Blood Sword seemed to have a meaning beyond their imagination, and the Lu family was far from being as simple as they thought.

There was a hint of tension and weirdness in the air, and everyone's hearts suddenly became heavy, as if they had pressed a huge stone.

"You guessed right, the ghost royal is my great-grandfather's apprentice, Han Xiang. ”

A lamp lit up at the entrance of the dark cave, and a slightly thin figure was reflected on the rough cave wall, and Lu Nian stood at the entrance of the cave and watched them, the expression on his face was obscure and unclear, making it difficult to see.