The man in the silver mask couldn't help but let out a slight sneer when he said this, the gloomy and suspicious He Qingyun was actually played with in the palm of his hand, which was also a little comforting to him, Lu Qingyun's meeting place had been carefully planned for a long time, so he could escape so calmly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fang Buwen also knew in his heart that Lu Qing was the number one thief king in the world, and he had been walking on this trap-ridden road for so many years, if he didn't leave a way out for himself, he wouldn't live so long.

The man in the silver mask just paused, and then said: "Lu Qing knew that he would not be spared this time, so he fled all the way to the border, I spent a lot of financial resources, and finally did not lose his whereabouts, and tracked all the way to the land of Bashu, but He Qingyun also used elite forces, and also tracked down, one night, Lu Qing appeared in a small town, and He Qingyun, who was nearby, also got the news and rushed all the way, and a generation of thieves fell." ”

Fang Buwen listened to the words of the man in the silver mask, his eyes suddenly lit up, Qin Jian's words echoed in his ears, Fang Buyi asked unconsciously: "Childe, there is something that has always bothered me, the fall of the King of Thieves, my secret agent has also been there, and I saw Lu Qing's body in the official office, but the cause of his death has always been a mystery." ”

The man in the silver mask sighed, with a little unwillingness, and continued: "When I arrived, Lu Qing was already dead, and Qin Jian had just left, and I didn't bother him after staying nearby for a short time, because Qin Jian, who was still a stranger at that time, didn't have the Ink Rain Sword in his hand, and the person was not killed by him." ”

Fang Buwen was a little disappointed, this matter was no longer settled, he would never go to He Qingyun to ask for the mystery at this time, because he had a fate to ask about this matter, he must not wait for the result, Fang Buwen sighed.

The man in the silver mask just glanced at Fang Buwen, who was in deep thought for a while, and did not delve into the reason why Fang Buwen was interested at this time, because he knew that Fang Buwen had been doing such a thing since his early years - solving the mysteries of the rivers and lakes and investigating all the unknown events.

Fang Buwen had already relieved himself, looked at the man in the silver mask, and said softly: "Childe, that ink rain sword has reached the hand of He Qingyun who killed Lu Qing?"

The man in the silver mask knew that what Fang Buwen was asking about was only the process, not the end, and the Mo Yu Sword was already in Qin Jian's hand at this time, so he immediately continued: " At first, I also thought so, so I secretly investigated He Qingyun, but the result of following all the way was not like this, He Qingyun did not go back, he stayed in Bashu for a long time, he was also tracking the whereabouts of the Moyu Sword, and all the people who came into contact with Lu Qing, which saved me a lot of investigations, and secretly mobilized all the elites to also track down the people Lu Qing came into contact with, and the place I investigated at the same time was not only the place where Lu Qing died in Bashu, the sword was not on him, so I found the trace of the Moyu Sword first. ”

Fang Buwen had some doubts in his heart, Gongzi and he met three years ago, and it was not long after he met Qin Jian, Gongzi knew that he was still looking for the Moyu Sword more eagerly, and the trace of the Moyu Sword that he got eight years ago must be a side matter.

Fang Buwen guided the silver-masked man to unravel the confusion in his heart as soon as possible, and said unconsciously: "Childe, you followed the Moyu Sword until a year ago and finally got your wish, presumably this treasure had branches next to it eight years ago, right?"

The man in the silver mask sighed and nodded, and said slowly: "I thought that the Moyu Sword would have a home, but things were as you expected, Lu Qing was wandering alone in the rivers and lakes, the first thief king in the world, and there were naturally many people who had grievances with him, he couldn't enjoy the joy of family, but he was unwilling, I don't know when, he had a wife in great secret, and gave birth to a daughter, when he ran for his life, he saw his wife and daughter for the last time, and entrusted the Moyu Sword to his wife, but when I went back, his wife, The woman's whereabouts are no longer known, and her whereabouts have not been traced for many years. ”

The man in the silver mask sighed again, from his calmness and elegant temperament, it can be seen that he is not a person who is often lonely for something, the matter of the ink rain sword has made him search for too many years, and this matter has accumulated too many painful feelings for him.

The man in the silver mask continued in the waiting of Fang Buwen: "How much financial resources, manpower and time have been spent, I have not been able to stop tracking, just a year ago, it was the season when the winter snow subsided, Taizhou Mansion belongs to the south, the river melted and froze earlier, and rescued a girl I was looking for in the icy cold water - chasing the wind jade fox, Lu Xian'er 、、、、、、"

The silver-masked man had not finished his words and was about to go on to speak, but Fang Buwen frowned, and couldn't help but answer: "Lu Xian'er!"

The man in the silver mask looked at Fang Buwen's expression, and stopped talking, and said slowly: "Mr. Fang has something to do with her?"

Fang Buwen sighed, nodded unconsciously, immediately relieved his senses, looked at the person in the silver mask, and said: "Sort of, it should be a grudge, I have also tracked her down, three years ago, I had a helpless trip, although I received many fates, but also caused a lot of trouble, this girl killed my righteous son, took my finances, how can I not hold a grudge against her." ”

The silver-masked man looked at Fang Buwen's face, which rarely showed anger, his face was hidden by the mask, and he couldn't see it clearly, but his reaction was a little abnormal.

The room was silent, faintly audible like the sound of gossamer breathing, Fang Buwen martial arts was not weak, and the normal breathing sound was also light and difficult to hear, at this time, maybe anger was disturbing his heart rate and stirring his regular breath.

After a moment of silence, the man in the silver mask sighed and said slowly, "Mr. Fang, do you know who this Lu Xian'er is?"

Fang Buwen was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Please let the son know." ”

The man in the silver mask looked at Fang Buwen, and said very slowly: "She is the number one thief king in the world, the daughter of Lu Qing, Lu Xian'er." ”

Fang Buwen was stunned, and muttered unconsciously: "Lu Qing, Lu Xian'er, they are all thieves, why have we never thought about this." ”

The silver-masked man could hear Fang Bu's muttering, and said unconsciously: "Yes! I should have thought of it a few years ago, if I hadn't heard about what she had learned and wanted to accept her to help me, I would have almost missed out on the Mo Yu Sword forever." ”

Fang Buwen paused, only then did he forget his grudge with Lu Xian'er, remembered the Mo Yu Sword, and continued: "The Mo Yu Sword, she gave it to the son?"

The man in the silver mask nodded, and said: "When I rescued her, she was very seriously injured, and the cold was to the bone, and when I received the news and took the medicine and rushed over, she was already dying, fortunately, she resisted me, and in one breath, the medicine king, Gu Yuhong's life-sustaining elixir can drag her back from the ghost gate, and after three months, Lu Xian'er's injury has healed, and when I come back to chat, it can be regarded as the matter of the Moyu Sword that I have been looking for for many years, and she is also willing to help me." ”

Fang Buwen listened to the man in the silver mask, although he didn't finish speaking, he paused, nodded for no reason, pursed his lips, snorted, woke up from his sluggishness, looked at the man in the silver mask and said, "Childe, I understand!"

The man in the silver mask stretched out his right hand, which had never been shown since he came in, and gently patted Fang Buwen's hand that was still holding the residual wine crystal glass, nodded, and hesitated for a moment before saying a word: "I will ask her why she killed her, she is different from Lu Qing." ”

Fang Buwenqiang squeezed out a smile and said, "Childe, don't ask, no matter what it's for, just let it pass." ”

The silver-masked man nodded, his eyes grateful.

Xi'an Mansion has a vast area, not to mention prosperity, but Qin Jian's heart is narrowly limited to Fang Buwen's matter, and the prosperity cannot be entered, Hu'er and everyone just rested and ate in a restaurant not far from the city.

Zhu Xiaosheng's injuries are also much better, and simple walking is no longer unbearable, but Hu'er still left one person to serve Zhu Xiaosheng, and the rest of the people who are hidden in the shadows and appear in the light are already on the road in Xi'an Mansion and nearby, Hu'er wants to find Mr. as soon as possible, although Qin Jian has told him that Mr. Fang will not have any mistakes.

A table of food has come up, the horses have already been settled, good forage comforts their hard work all the way, Xiao Er is busy with other things, but he pays attention to Qin Jian's table, because Hu'er's reward is also changing with the village, township, county, and government, and a little more reward makes Xiao Er naturally take care of it, without any sense of pretentiousness, and the intimacy of returning from afar.

Meals without alcohol are always eaten quickly, not to mention that Qin Jian and the others are all troubled by their hearts, and when they think about their hearts, they naturally eat faster, and it doesn't take long for a table of meals to disappear, Xiao Er is busy coming over at Hu'er's signal, taking Qin Jian and the others to a quieter guest room in the backyard to rest, Yan Xiaojun's thoughts also fall on Fang Buwen when he returns to the room, which is rare, because Qin Jian occupies her mind most of the time.

There was tea sent by Xiao Er on the table, Yan Xiaojun just took a shallow sip, then got up again, and slowly walked to the window, it seemed that the sunlight could temporarily sweep away the haze that troubled him, Yan Xiaojun gently pushed open the window, although the window in the side room was not facing Qin Jian's room, but he could also see that the door of Qin Jian's house was not closed.

Yan Xiaojun knew that Qin Jian would not really rest because of the sleepiness of the journey, he had a lot of things in his heart, and Yan Xiaojun, who was sluggish, did not know that the illusion in his heart had provoked the girl's fragility again, and the eyes that had not been closed for a long time actually had a water reflection, and the eye sockets were also slightly ruddy.

Although Qin Jian's eyes were dull, he sat down on the chair and calmed down, sipping tea shallowly, facing the messy mood he was used to sorting out, rather than fidgeting to escape.

Hu'er had also come back from the front, and after settling down everyone, he left, and came back in a hurry at this time, just glanced at Yan Xiaojun, who was standing in front of the side window, and walked directly to the main house where Qin Jian lived.

Qin Jian's sluggishness had disappeared, and when he slowly got up and greeted the door, Hu'er had already arrived, stopped, and whispered: "Qin Daxia, there is news, Mr. is in the suburbs." ”