Zhu Xiaosheng's tired face hung on his face, and his mind was far away when he sat on the side of the road, and beside him sat the Qingfeng Shuangxia of the Sword Sect Branch, Tsing Yi Xia, Ge Xiong, Bai Yi Xia, Chen Yuan, the two of them waited for Zhu Xiaosheng in Shiyan, and then they came all the way.

Under Zhu Xiaosheng's order, the elites of the Sword Sect Branch Hall were all rushing to the designated place, but their destination was Sun Fan's formulation.

The two pieces of news came one after another, the Sword Alliance's double sword envoys, Qingyun Sword, and the head were in different places, and Zhu Xiaosheng still had some doubts in his heart, but when the news of the death of the mad lion and Jiang Kuo came out, he realized that this was God helping him, and after summarizing all the news, the gathering place of the Sword Sect elites was set in Danjiang and the branch altar, and most of the Sword Sect elites in the nearby Quartet had rushed to the Danjiang territory.

Zhu Xiaosheng must also arrive at night, this battle is not the friction and dispute in the past, this is the first battle between the Sword Sect and the Sword Alliance, and it is also a battle of life and death related to the branch hall, he wants to go and the deputy hall master, Lu Yan and them first summarize the information, and then formulate a plan as soon as possible.

After a long rest, the horses could not eat enough grass, and it was also an extremely short rest for them, but they could only obey, and galloped away at the urging of their masters.

Qin Jian felt that his head hurt very much, and when he woke up, it was almost midnight, and the strength of the wine was dissipated in five or six hours, but the residual energy after drinking was also uncomfortable.

Qin Jian got out of bed, slowed down the feeling that his body was slightly light and his head was slightly swollen, and he urgently needed a cold wind to sober himself up, so he came to the outhouse, and without going out, he pushed open the window nearby.

The courtyard does not look dim, do not look up at the starry sky and know that it is the cold moon and blue light scattered on the ground, Qin Jian does not want to look up at the crescent moon in the courtyard, mid-autumn is approaching, every time this season people's thoughts become more and more intense, not because of the subtle changes of the season, but the customs of human affection and secular sacrifices are changing subtly.

Qin Jian's parents died, and the master was idle in his early years, and he didn't know his whereabouts, Yifeng was his only relative, but Yifeng died with hatred, so this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Qin Jian is afraid that he has nowhere to settle down, and nowhere to rest in this Jianghu watered tired.

Qin Jian thought about Yifeng in his heart, and unconsciously implicated the approaching Mid-Autumn Festival, as far as he could think of it, he said to himself: "The full moon is difficult to round, we have come through many storms and dangerous roads, but we still can't avoid grievances, you go, how far can Qin Jian drift in the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes! In the next life, we are still brothers, fighting swords and horses, drunk and lying in other places." ”

Qin Jian's mind went very far, and he was quietly in a daze, and a light sigh seemed very heavy in this quiet night.

Qin Jian's mind was recalled, he jumped out of the window, and looked at the sound, Fang Buwen was drinking tea in a pavilion on the southeast side of the courtyard and the upper room, and Qin Jian walked over slowly.

Not long after Fang Buwen's tea was served, the two shallowly carved rhino horn cups on the stone table were already pouring tea, Qin Jian walked into the pavilion and looked at Fang Buwen, and sat down knowingly. The two of them took a shallow sip of tea, of course the tea that Fang Buwen smelled was good tea, Qin Jian tasted it and sniffed it, after the wine, the stomach was like fire, and the dry itch between the throats was also pulled out, and a cup of fragrant tea was used to quench thirst.

Fang Buwen refilled Qin Jian with another cup, and said: "I only care about annoying you, and I haven't said anything about your coming here, just say it!"

Qin Jian felt that Fang Buwen's personality had also completely changed, the indifference in the past had disappeared, and at this time, he looked like a kind old man in his twilight, maybe it was just for himself!

Qin Jian didn't think about it anymore, he had already taken out the small box, opened it slowly, and the teacup that Fang Buwen had almost dropped off his hand on the table, his eyes were straight, and surprise crawled all over his face.

Qin Jian just waited quietly, he knew everything about this thing, Fang Buwen would tell him as much as possible, as for what Fang Buwen didn't know, I am afraid that only the owner of this thing would know about it.

After a moment of depressive silence, Fang Buwen put down the teacup and slowly pulled the box over, he still couldn't believe what he saw, cautiously probed his fingers into the small box, gently pinched one of the needles full of hatred of the rain, and looked at the exquisiteness, the barb of the hook as thin as a hair, let out a long sigh, and gently put the needle back again.

Fang Buwen said in a deep voice: "How did you get this thing?"

Qin Jian paused and continued: "It was taken out from a brother who has been married for eight years and is as close as a sibling, and he has been rushing without sleep for a few days, but he is still one step late, no matter who it is, I will give my brother an explanation!"

Fang Buwen looked at the sky full of hateful rain needles, he didn't look at Qin Jian's eyes, he heard from Qin Jian's words that Qin Jian vowed to find out the truth's firm belief.

Fang Buwen said slowly: "The sky is full of hatred of rain, the dark rain of Buddha light, the rain of streamers and arrows, the three major life-urging secret weapons of martial arts, the latest achievement of hating rain in the sky, but it is recognized by the martial arts as the world's first life-seeking weapon, this thing should die with his master, it has become a legend in the rivers and lakes, and it will never see the light of day again!"

Qin Jian sighed lightly and said unconsciously, "But it hasn't been sealed forever. ”

Fang Buwen looked at Qin Jian, who had hatred in his eyes, and said slowly: "The sky is full of hatred for rain needles is a life-protecting thing, in the first battle of the year, Murong Gufeng was in danger several times and did not make a move on this thing, until he was unable to cope with it and was in danger, he sent this thing to save his life, and finally Murong Gufeng was able to get out and escape for hundreds of miles, but he was scarred, His heart is sluggish, and he has no ability to load a secret weapon, and because of his arrogance and martial arts cultivation that is enough to win the world, he does not have the rain needle that he hates to save his life again, so he will die in Tingfeng Cliff, at least in the rivers and lakes forever, and the rain needle will become a legend and die forever in the rivers and lakes. ”

Qin Jian looked at Fang Buwen's expression of conviction, paused and said, "The sky is full of hatred for rain needles, is there only Murong Gufeng who can use it?"

Fang Buwen paused before he continued: "There is one more person 、、、、、、."

Before Fang Buwen finished speaking, Qin Jian couldn't wait for Fang Buwen to speak slowly while thinking, he was rarely so impatient, but the rain needle full of hatred took Lin Yifeng's life.

Qin Jian asked anxiously, "Who?"

Fang Buwen was a little impatient because of Qin Jian's impatient appearance, and he also showed a hint of surprise on his face, but he still quickly continued: "Chivalrous girl, Liu Jing, the only descendant of the Heavenly Hate Rain Needle created by Murong Gufeng, it's a pity that she died earlier than Murong Gufeng, otherwise there would not be this bloody martial arts massacre!"

Fang Buwen said, but his mind was brought back to the past.

Qin Jian's words pulled Fang Buwen back to reality again, and said thoughtfully: "Mr. Fang, have you ever heard of the number one thief king in the world, Star Picker, Lu Qing?"

Fang Buwen nodded, and said: "The poison in his body, his life is in a small town in Bashu, his death is still a mystery case, most of the people in the rivers and lakes think that it was done by the Tang Sect, but there is no witness, this person has wandered the rivers and lakes for many years, and has done many evil things, he has no door, no faction, no relatives and no reason, no heirs, life and death should be investigated, so the old man did not investigate the matter again." ”

After Fang Buwen finished speaking, he just paused and looked at Qin Jian again and said, "You should have been in Bashu back then, passing by here." ”

Qin Jian nodded, Fang Bu's ears and eyes are all over the world, the king of thieves died here, and he passed by here, so it is not surprising to know his whereabouts. Qin Jian didn't dwell on this, but said again: "But Mr. Fang doesn't know that the king of thieves died of strange poison, and a needle full of hatred and rain was left on his body. ”

Fang Buwen's face was solemn, he couldn't imagine that the death of the thief king would be implicated in the rain needle, and the rain needle appeared eight years ago.

Qin Jian said again in Fang Buwen's surprise: "When I was investigating a thing, I came to the land of Bashu, rested in a small town, and was awakened by the sound of night walkers in the quiet night, I thought that it was a thief picking flowers or killing people for money would happen, so I immediately got up and chased after him, but the night walker's light work was far beyond my imagination, and I didn't follow him after a while." ”

Qin Jian sighed as he spoke, and slowly breathed before he continued: "I lost the trace of the night walker, I searched in the town for a long time and found nothing unusual, just as I was about to go back, a scream in the distance attracted me. Rushed all the way to the edge of the forest in the suburbs, the scene has left only the body of the thief king, careful inspection, there are not only bleeding red spots on the body, but also a palm print, the moonlight was bright that day, and because of this, when I left, I was shaken by a little cold light, and found a tree full of hatred of the rain needle left. ”

Qin Jian couldn't help but glance at Fang Bu as he spoke.

Fang Buwen was a calm listener, he was quietly waiting for Qin Jian to narrate.

Qin Jian continued: "At that time, I understood why the fatal scars were those red dots that were critical to bleeding, and he was slapped hard behind him, because someone didn't want the rain needles left in his body to see the light of day. I searched for a long time before the catch came, only to find this needle full of hatred of the rain, I don't want this needle to make the people of the rivers and lakes panic, and the needle that I took away was also lost a few years later. ”

Fang Buwen's solemn face proved the seriousness and incomprehension of the world, and after Qin Jian recounted this experience, Fang Buwen did not feel lucky because Qin Jian left the rain needle full of hatred.

Fang Buwen knew that Qin Jian would not look away, because there were still a few needles full of hatred and rain hidden in the forbidden land of Shaolin, and one of the senior monks of the Shaolin bitter generation was Qin Jian's friend for many years, this person had seen the hidden rain needle, so of course Qin Jian would know about this needle, even if he had never seen it, he had heard it carefully, and he was not sure that Qin Jian would not make a conclusion, which was also the Qin Jian he understood.

After a moment of silence, Fang Buwen denied all his inferences about this matter, and he couldn't think of a more accurate inference about this matter.

Fang said unconsciously: "There is no heir to the rain needle, Murong Gufeng died in the wind cliff, and the people in the rivers and lakes who have too deep grudges against him have slaughtered him Murong in a dark night, so even if the rain needle appears in the rivers and lakes, it is by no means the rain needle that is really the first weapon of the world's martial arts, it should be just a few needles, and there is no gorgeous move support that completely uses the internal force to the extreme and urges the earth-shattering ghosts and gods at that moment." ”

In this realm, the speaker has a heart, and listening to it also has an intention, Qin Jian's mind suddenly twitched.

Fang Bu forgot and continued: "Since it was not the work of the Murong heir, only the source of this needle was found, but its source has also been cut off!"

Fang Buwen adjusted his mood, and said: "The source of this needle also involves a madman with a tragic fate. Murong Gufeng is also bold by nature, when he and the first master of the Tang family, Tang Mad, hit it off at first sight, the two married Jin Lan, Tang Madness later attached Murong Gufeng to protect his life, full of hatred of the rain needle attached to a strange poison developed by his decades of intensive research on poison, but Tang Madness responded to his name, too obsessed with poison, he let himself suffer from it, was injured by the poison, and in the future, he was riddled with madness and suffering, and finally died at the hands of his son Tang Ping, and this rain needle full of hatred will never come from Tang Mad. ”