In the middle of the heart-shaped jade is a small hole tied by a red silk thread.

The silk thread is from the Beijing Qibao Silk Village, not only the texture is clear, but even the color of the silk thread has not faded in the slightest.

This is the finest silk and the finest silk. The people who are worthy of this kind of silk thread, except for the princes and ministers and those playboys who do not do their jobs, are those who have a very high status in the rivers and lakes are qualified to have them.

A celebrity like Chu Liuxiang, even if he doesn't want it, he will have friends give it to him.

Even if this red silk thread cannot prove that this jade pendant is Chu Liuxiang's, then the jade pendant on the red silk thread must be Chu Liuxiang's, because no one will write the three words Chu Liuxiang on their fan pendant, unless that person is Chu Liuxiang himself.

Master Zhisheng snatched the jade pendant, his expression was strange, his hands trembled a little, and said, "This jade pendant is really Chu Liuxiang's." There will be no mistake in the handwriting on the jade pendant. It seems that Chu Liuxiang must have slipped into the abbot's meditation room in the middle of the night, and while chatting and laughing with the abbot, he swung a sword and cut off the abbot's head. ”

Master Zhisheng couldn't bear to say any more, he lowered his head and turned to the side, and said hatefully: "Chu Liuxiang, the old man will definitely let you pay for your blood debts." ”

Is Chu Liuxiang really the one who killed the Shaolin abbot and the Wudang Gusong Daoist?

These mysteries are like a thousand threads of red silk that wrap around the fan pendant, and the fan pendant falls on a folding fan.

The folding fan is Chu Liuxiang's folding fan, and the fan pendant is naturally Chu Liuxiang's fan pendant, and even the red silk thread was bought by Hu Tiehua from Qi Bao Zhai Silk Village in the capital, if this matter has nothing to do with Chu Liuxiang, it is as difficult as making people believe that there are two suns in the sky.

No one would believe that there were two suns in the sky, so no one believed that Chu Liuxiang really had nothing to do with the people who killed Hontsu and Zhitong.

If there is a person in the world who is not afraid of trouble, then this person must be Chu Liuxiang.

Chu Liuxiang was lying on the deck of a ship.

The sun shone brightly on his white feet, and the collar of a dress on his broad bosom shook in the sea breeze.

If the prime minister's stomach can support the boat, then Chu Liuxiang's stomach can support the country.

Chu Liuxiang always thought that the articles hidden in his chest were like books in Xiucai's study, and they had to be taken out often to dry so that they would not become moldy and smelly.

A thief who is brilliant in the world, if he didn't have a little ink in his stomach, he probably didn't know that he had died many times.

The sea breeze gently blows the sails on this ship. The sails flutter in the wind.

The ship has anchored, and the ship can swing at sea.

A beautiful girl came out of the cabin, he stared at Chu Liuxiang for a long time, and slowly moved his eyes to a sword on the deck.

The sword's scabbard was pitch-black as if it had been splashed with ink, and it was not only ugly but also smelled very bad, like the rotting smell of a fish that had been dead for days.

As soon as the girl smelled a little, she was sick and uncomfortable.

Perhaps the most disgusting thing about that sword was not the smell of the sword itself, but the two eyes on the hilt.

Those two eyes were as deep as seawater. His eyes were wide open, but there were no eyeballs in his eyes.

The sword was like a vicious bad guy who would kill at any moment, and even if it didn't kill it, it would drink human blood, and if it couldn't drink human blood, it would die.

The sword is immortal because it itself is inanimate.

Chu Liuxiang never believed that the Netherworld Sword beside him would die because there was no blood to drink.

The girl also seemed to have an infinite interest in the Nether Divine Sword, and she actually walked towards Chu Liuxiang head-on.

Maybe it was because the fragrance on Chu Liuxiang's body was stronger than the stench emitted by the Netherworld Divine Sword, so the girl felt that the stench was not the worst in the world.

The girl was standing next to Chu Liuxiang, on the left side of the Nether Divine Sword, her eyes flashing, and she said, "If Chu Liuxiang's nose is the most spirited, I'm afraid you won't put that sword next to you." ”

Chu Liuxiang slowly opened her eyes, raised her head slightly, looked at the girl in front of her, and said, "Although your big brother Chu's nose is not smart, your big brother Chu's eyes are the most spiritual." ”

The girl asked curiously, "Oh, can you see the stench coming from the Nether Sword?"

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose and said, "No matter how powerful a person's eyes are, he can't see that colorless thing." ”

The girl was even more strange, and said, "Since you can't see the unpleasant smell emitted by the Nether Divine Sword, then how do you know that the smell of the Nether Dao is not good?"

Chu Liuxiang's eyes stared at the girl's eyes for a long time before he smiled: "Although one person's eyes can't see that bad smell, he can see another person hiding his nose and thinking about disgusting, isn't it?"

The girl sneered and said, "Oh, so you..."

At this time, another girl dressed in red came out of the cabin, and as soon as she arrived on the deck, she immediately covered her nose and said, "It smells so bad, where is this dead fish? Brother Chu, you don't go out to take a look, this smell will suffocate people." ”

The girl beside Chu Liuxiang turned around, looked at the girl in red and said, "You don't have to look for it." There were no dead fish on board. All the dead fish on the boat were eaten up by you and Brother Chu in the morning. ”

When the girl in red heard the words "dead fish" and "eat", she ran to the railing on the deck with her mouth covered and vomited.

The girl on the deck smiled and said, "Brother Chu, look, the red-sleeved girl who usually likes the smell of stinky salted fish can't stand it. ”

Chu Liuxiang didn't seem to care about Li Hongsleeve at all, because he was still laughing when he saw Li Hongsleeve vomiting to death.

Li Hongsleeve finished vomiting, stared, gasped, and said, "Just now Tian'er and I were still worried about what to eat at noon? ”

The girl on the deck asked strangely, "Have you really thought about it?"

Li Hongsleeve said firmly: "Of course I thought about it." A plate of salted fish turns over, a plate of salted fish comes out of the water, and then a plate of salted fish comes out of the air, and a plate of salted fish is disgusting. ”

After saying these words, Li Hongsleeve lowered his head and got into the cabin without waiting for Chu Liuxiang to answer, and closed the hatch fiercely.

The girl on the deck looked at Chu Liuxiang and said, "Look, you made our Miss Li Hongsleeve angry and sour water, and you didn't say anything to persuade you, but laughed leisurely here." ”

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly: "When did I say that I was angry with Red Sleeves, didn't those words that made Red Sleeves vomit from someone?"

The girl hesitated, "Someone? Do you say me? Don't forget, who brought this ugly, foul-smelling waste sword to the ship." ”