"Complete Jiang Xuan's duel for you?"

Su Ji was slightly stunned, he never expected Mo Shu to make such a request. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Jiang Xuan brutally killed his apprentice, and this revenge Su Ji will be avenged sooner or later. He had imagined countless revenge scenes in Linglong Tower Prison, but he never thought of having a head-on conflict with Jiang Xuan outside the Biyou Palace at the top of Penglai, in front of everyone.

Mo Shu looked at Su Ji's surprised expression and smiled inexplicably.

Su Jijian frowned slightly and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Mursh didn't answer, just smiled to himself. The laughter was full of banter and mockery, which made Su Ji feel an inexplicable familiarity.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly!

Moshu's body leaned forward, and a large mouthful of black blood spurted out!

Black blood flowed down his neck due to the mask's obstruction, wetting the fox fur under his neck. What followed was a sharp pain that pierced his heart, and he couldn't help but let out a hysterical roar, as if he had been bitten by thousands of poisonous insects. He felt the urge to bite off his tongue!

Su Jixiao then took a step back, only to see that the fur below Mo Shu's neck was growing wildly up along his neck, gradually spreading to his entire jaw, and he was about to cover his entire head......

At this moment, Li Rumei walked over slowly, untied a silver hairpin in her hair, and stabbed her husband's throat without hesitation!

Suddenly, black blood splattered!

Mursh died in an instant!

From Li Rumei's shot to Mo Shu's breath, it was just a blink of an eye. In this short period of time, the Xuanhu Sect lost a master of the sect, and was killed by the lady of the head of the sect herself.

This horrific scene happened in front of Su Ji's eyes, which he didn't expect.

Li Rumei wiped the black blood off the silver hairpin with a white sheet, gently inserted it back into her head, pointed to her husband's corpse, and said coquettishly:

"He's the one who made the family do it. ”

Hearing Li Rumei's voice, Su Ji recovered from the sudden shock, his eyes looked at the bronze mask on Mo Shu's face with his eyes, and he suddenly had an urge to take it off.

There have always been many people who want to know what Moshu looks like behind the mask, and Su Ji is no exception. Especially Mo Shu's inexplicable conversation just now, Su Ji had to suspect that the person who died in front of him was very likely to be an enemy he once knew.

"What are you waiting for?" Li Rumei glanced at Su Ji, turned her gaze to the bronze mask on Mo Shu's face, and said softly, "Do you want someone to do it for you?"

Su Ji looked at the bronze mask with a calm gaze, and slowly removed it with his hand, revealing a bloated cheek that was about to be devoured by fur.

The moment he saw Mo Shu's true face, Su Ji's body shook slightly.

Li Rumei's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of banter, and said, "The pavilion master should recognize him, right?"

Su Ji's gaze swept over Mo Shu's face, and then he frowned, and read out a long-lost name:

"Wang Laoqian!"

As he blurted out, Su Ji's face suddenly gloomy, and his eyes wandered back and forth over the corpse. He looked at the familiar fat face, looked at the bloated body, and finally fell on a delicate wooden prosthetic arm attached to Mo Shu's shoulder, and suddenly found that the prosthetic arm was the side of Wang Laoqian's arm that was cut off by himself......

Su Ji looked motionlessly at the familiar bloated cheeks, falling into deep memories.

He remembered that the "Immortal Patriarchal Secret Treasure" that Hua Tuer stole from Wang Laoqian was a pinch of pale cyan fox fur, which was enough to prove that Wang Laoqian had known Qingli a long time ago. He recalls the first time he saw him, who said he had had had a similar experience and asked about the dream that was very real. From the very beginning, Mo Shu gave Su Ji an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The homonym of the name "Moshu" has the meaning of "don't lose", much like the name that Wang Laoqian, the "old Qian", would give. Wang Laoqian was born with impotence, so Mrs. Wang has never had an heir, and Mo Shu happens to be an impotent body that cannot be fertile.

It can be seen that Mo Shu is not Wang Laoqian, who else will it be?

Li Rumei reached out and took the bronze mask in her hand to play with it, and said softly:

"It seems that the Pavilion Master has remembered who he is. ”

Hearing this, Su Ji's face changed. He couldn't have imagined that he had spent nine years in the artistic conception of Yin and Yang Zen, and Wang Laoqian had actually become Moshu in these nine years.

Back then, Wang Laoqian was just a splash, in just nine years, how could he change from a splash to a generation of immortal sects?

Su Ji was puzzled, his eyes turned to Li Rumei, and he said with a hint of caution in his tone:

"It seems that you are the one who came to me this time?"

Looking at Su Ji's serious appearance, Li Rumei smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter who came to you, the important thing is that after Mo Shu dies, you can replace him and become the head of the Xuanhu Sect admired by all people-Fox Master. ”

Fox Master?

Su Ji hadn't heard this title for a long time.

He looked at the woman in front of him, and knew in his heart that no matter what could he get any information from her mouth now, he could only know what her purpose was.

Su Ji smacked his tongue and said, "The head of the Xuanhu Sect sounds good, but I don't know what the rules are for doing it......

Li Ru smiled seductively: "Even if you become the head of the Xuanhu Sect, not everyone knows you. If you don't talk about outsiders, even your own disciples may not know you. No one other than me knows what Moshu looks like. Successive generations of leaders have used a token to prove their identity. ”

“...... That's it. As she spoke, Su Ji pointed to the bronze fox mask in her hand.

"That's right. Li Rumei's delicate face showed a touch of approval, and said: "This mask has been worn by successive generations of masters and has a history of hundreds of years. It had been split in half by the sword qi of a Zen monk, and it was later repaired several times before it was put back together. ”

Su Ji looked at it, and there were indeed traces of repair on the bronze fox mask.

Li Rumei's eyelashes blinked, and then said: "It represents the highest status of the Xuanhu Sect, and when you wear it, you can respond to it and order all the sect members." It's a pity that the one in my hand is fake, and the real one has been stolen by a thief. However, my pair is almost the same as the real one, and even the wooden part of the fox ears is also taken from the heart of the same rooted tree. The craftsmanship is made by the same craftsmen, and even the repaired cracks are identical. ”

Su Ji took the bronze mask and looked at it, and said:

"In order for your husband to become the head of the Xuanhu Sect, what benefits did you give to that craftsman?"

Li Rumei whispered in Su Ji's ear in an extremely seductive tone, "You should be able to guess my means." ”

Su Ji showed an evil smile and said, "You said that this mask is hundreds of years old, isn't that craftsman also a hundred years old. You're such a good girl who respects the old and loves the young, and is not a picky eater. ”

Li Rumei naturally knew that Su Ji was teasing her, but instead of being angry, she smiled a little proudly.

Su Ji also smiled bitterly. He knew that there was really nothing funny about it now, whether it was the head of the Xuanhu Sect in the past dynasties, or the just-dead Wang Laoqian, he was a chess piece, but he happened to be placed in the position of the head of the Xuanhu Sect, and now the woman in front of him was trying to make herself the next chess piece.

At this moment, a pebble suddenly flew outside the window!

The stone struck the bronze mask with a crisp echo of a bell!

Su Ji was suddenly startled, and hurried to the outside of the house, only to see a black figure bounce up, and he didn't know where to go in an instant.

He stood in the doorway and muttered for a moment, feeling that the black shadow did not look like a stabbing man, because the ghost's form did not match the accuracy of the shot. The stone that had just hit the bronze mask was obviously not missed, but like a warning. He thought back to the moment just now, the black figure was slender, it should be a woman.

Woman in Black?

Su Ji was stunned suddenly, and then shook his head, although the back is very similar, it is absolutely impossible to be her, the woman in black in the Linglong Tower Prison has disappeared forever.

So, who was the woman in black just now? )