"Do you want me to steal something for you?" Mo Siliang stared at Jun Beimo vigilantly. The latter smiled lightly and looked out the window, which was a very good position to see passers-by and vendors walking on the street in the distance.

Jun Beimo said in a very casual tone: "Take it or steal it." But it's a good thing. ”

Mo Siliang sneered: "What does it have to do with me." ”

Jun Beimo decided to change the topic that Mo Si was interested in. "Don't you want to know why I realized the sword soul, and do you know what Zao Wou-ki's current strength is?"

This sentence really aroused Mo Siliang's interest, he heard the meaning of Jun Beimo's words, and his voice trembled faintly, "You mean that Zhao Wuji also realized the sword soul?"

Jun Beimo said: "Yes, he buried his last sword in the Zhao family's burial sword pool, I hope to meet his sword soul." ”

"What do you mean. Mo Siliang sensed his gaffe, picked up a wine glass and drank it up, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

Jun Beimo said: "Actually, the sword is like a person, if you want to realize the sword soul, don't just refine your sword intent. Rather, it is necessary to make one's sword have a real life, or a life-like existence. ”

Mo Siliang said, "You're talking about your own experience?"

Jun Beimo shook his head, "You'd better not follow my experience and know why I buried the sword?" It's because the Seven Killing Sword kills too much and drinks blood, but this is the anger between heaven and earth. Although I succeeded in using this sword as my soul in the end, such a sword soul is really to blame. ”

"So you're wounded by this sword?"

"You're right, you can understand it as a demon. Zao Wou-Ki's way of enlightenment is different from mine. He is a sword soul that he realizes, and there is no such thing as a demon. So in this world, only the last sword he left behind can save me. ”

"You want to perfect your sword soul with the sword he left behind. ”

"Not bad. If necessary, I will personally go to the Zhao family's sword shrine to take a look, and of course you can also bring out the sword. ”

"Why are you telling me this, you think I'm going to help you?"

"You're not helping me, you're helping yourself. I know how you felt when you saw me this time, and you were very unwilling. I wasn't a great of the five at the beginning. ”

Mo Siliang interrupted Jun Beimo's words, and he was already starting to become a little impatient, "Okay, there is one last question. ”

Jun Beimo smiled softly, he knew that his plan had succeeded, and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, I can tell you that the person who betrayed us back then was actually Xingchenzi." Don't ask me for evidence, this incident was told to me by the thief, he made a bet with someone at that time that he could steal the swords in the hands of the five of us one by one, and the first one he chose at that time was Xingchenzi, but he accidentally discovered the secret of Xingchenzi's conspiracy with the government and told me. ”

"But you didn't believe him. ”

"Yes, I was skeptical. I knew Sun Qiying, the head of the Ouchi at the time, so I sent a letter to Hungry and wanted him to investigate. You know the results. ”

Of course, Mo Siliang knew the result, "As a result, he brought people in and was almost ready to kill all of us." But what does Xingchenzi want to do?"

Jun Beimo speculated: "Maybe it's for the Hainan Sword Sect to win a place in the Central Plains, at that time he was the only leader of the faction, I guess it will be this reason." Unfortunately, he is dead, and the reason is unknown. ”

"Why don't you tell us. ”

"Because I don't have proof, and why should I bother with this. This is your Central Plains business, what does it have to do with me?"

Mo Siliang was sneering, "Even if you are infamous on your back." ”

Jun Beimo said disapprerovingly: "Do you say that swordsman again? He was deceived by his own master, not killed by me." What is right and wrong for those who have died? Is there anything else you would like to say?"

After a long time, dull two words.

"Nope. ”

At night, Cuiyuan Pavilion.

Chu Ziyan yawned, he had quickly changed from being reluctant at the beginning to being very comfortable now. I didn't expect the musicians here to be treated so well, looking at the guqin that hadn't moved since it was brought in, Chu Ziyan gave a thumbs up, or this piano is interesting enough.

Chu Ziyan's current status in Cuiyuan Pavilion is considered a guest, which means that he can come and go at will, and no one can care. It's just that when he encounters trouble, he needs to step out. At that time, it was limited to playing the piano, and it seemed that Chu Ziyan's appearance fee was quite high.

took a bamboo stick and shaved his teeth, Chu Ziyan had not yet digested the meal he ate at night. However, as soon as he thought of Gu Xin, who was still unconscious in the Sword Village, Chu Ziyan couldn't help but worry about his cheap master. Is she still worried about her own safety, although this master is not very good at martial arts, of course, this is compared with old monsters like Jun Beimo and Mo Siliang. But it's good to ask yourself.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door, and the knock interrupted Chu Ziyan's thoughts, Chu Ziyan really didn't want to get up, but the sound became louder and louder. Chu Ziyan had no choice but to get up and go to open the door and pull the latch open. Suddenly, Chu Ziyan saw a shining sword light.

"Save,"

Before the words were spoken, Chu Ziyan was already gagged, and there was a voice at the same time. "It's me, my own people!"

Frightened, Chu Ziyan looked at the person in front of him, and his heart fell. The person who came was laughing at Tianlang, and looking at his servant dress, it seemed that he had sneaked in. Chu Ziyan saw that he had put away the knife, and complained: "What are you doing here, scare me!"

"I'm going to ask you what you're here for, knocking for so long and not opening the door. And if you don't do things well for such a good time, I'll enjoy leisure here. Xiao Tianlang said as he didn't look very happy.

Chu Ziyan thought about it, he and the surname of compassion were now in the ruthless hands of the flying knife, because they were not as idle as themselves. Although he knows their suffering, he is unwilling to admit defeat. "I've just finished eating, so of course I'm going to take a break. ”

Xiao Tianlang didn't plan to continue the discussion with Chu Ziyan, and asked, "You've been here for a day, do you know where Xue Yingying's room is?"

Chu Ziyan nodded, he passed by at noon today, and vaguely saw Xue Yingying taking a nap in the room.

Xiao Tianlang continued: "Xue Yingying will have an hour to meet with distinguished guests in the evening, and you can use this hour to find something in her room. ”

"What?"

"A painting. "Laughing at the waves.

Chu Ziyan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "What painting?"

Xiao Tianlang shook his head and said, "I don't know, it was ordered by the old man, it seems that there is a person hidden in the painting, and I don't know." Anyway, the old man said that as long as he gave him the painting, he would let us go. ”

As soon as he heard that there was salvation, Chu Ziyan suddenly became excited. Although it is good here, the golden nest and silver nest are not as good as their own kennels.

"You remember, there's only one hour. ”

"Hmm. ”

After explaining this, Xiao Tianlang hurriedly walked out again.

Chu Ziyan fell into deep thought after Xiao Tianlang left, and when Gongzi Xin said that there was a painting in Cuiyuan Pavilion, Xiao Tianlang was not there. But now he wants to steal the painting himself, it seems that it is the attention of the old man, if he says so, is that old man invincible?

But isn't his name Throwing Knife Ruthless? By the way, it must be a pseudonym. However, what exactly does this painting mean, a person is hidden, who is it?

Thinking that he had just been pulled out of the pit by Gongzi Xin, he jumped in by himself at this moment, and had to sigh, his luck was really bad.

Don't think about this, Chu Ziyan has to prepare for the next thing. Carrying the guqin erected in the corner of the wall, Chu Ziyan raised his head to the sky and shouted, my fake violinist is here again!

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