That day really frightened me, he really coerced such a group of people to sneak attack the Liu family. Afterwards, they stole the key to the ghost flute. I really don't know what he can do when he takes out that ghost flute, the ancestors used that flute to wipe out thousands of armies, but now when there is no war, let alone ancient times, taking out that flute will only endanger ordinary people.

Jiang Qingjiu closed the thick notebook, it turned out that the ancestor of the Zhao family turned out to be the one who used the ghost flute! Now let the gang take away the ghost flute, plus a Zhao Danzhu who can control the ghost flute, you can imagine what they can do.

Jiang Sake continued to look back:

Zhao Danzhu came to me again, why did he call him by his name, because I had decided to cut off contact with him, he saw everything too simply, in this era, he wanted to rebuild a family of cultivators, and the price of his deal with that organization was really incredible. I have to stop sticking to my ancestor's last words, I have helped him several times, and I can be regarded as completing my last mission as a member of the Zhao family.

Further back, it is written that Zhao Le is worried about Zhao Danzhu and them, although Zhao Le doesn't know what their plan is, but it is written like this: Zhao Danzhu in order to get the control method of the ghost flute, he actually dug the ancestors' graves with their people, I ......

The heavy notebook was stained with a little tear stain, Jiang Qingjiu sighed a little, this Zhao Danzhu was really unscrupulous, and even dug up his ancestral grave.

Closing the note, now the identity of Zhao Danzhu has been determined, the descendants of the ghost flute user, what do they want to do when they get the ghost flute!

Jiang Sake gently put the note back in place, closed the drawer and stood up. I turned off the lights and gently pulled the sliding door back, and the house looked like no one had ever been there.

Jiang Qingjiu walked outside Zhao Qingqing's door, pushed the door open, looked at the silent two people in the room, sat down next to Liu Jiang, and asked directly to the point: "Qingqing girl, have you ever known Zhao Danzhu?"

Zhao Qingqing nodded and said, "He is the young master of the original Zhao clan, and he came to my father a few days ago. ”

"Then do you know what your father can talk to Zhao Danzhu?"

Zhao Qingqing shook his head. But think about it, Zhao Le attaches so much importance to his daughter, how could he let her get in touch with Zhao Danzhu in danger.

"Then can you see who Zhao Danzhu has been here?" Jiang Qingjiu continued to ask. Liu Jiang on the side did not speak.

Zhao Qingqing seemed to think about it carefully, and returned: "Once three people came, Zhao Danzhu and the others were wearing black veils, but later when they were serving tea halfway, the veil of one of them was accidentally removed. ”

Liu Jiang opened his mouth at this time and asked, "Can you see who it is?"

Zhao Qingqing returned: "It's too far away, I can't see it clearly." “

Jiang Qingjiu didn't intend to get any useful news from her, but it did confirm what was described in Zhao Le's notes.

......

Out of the opera garden, Liu Jiang's face softened slightly, and he smiled and asked, "Brother Jiang, did you find any clues in it?" “

I can't talk about clues, but I know the identity of this Zhao Danzhu. Jiang Qingjiu sat in the co-pilot's seat and pulled the seat belt, and said intentionally or unintentionally.

Liu Jiang started the car and asked curiously: "Then what is his identity, it can't really be related to this opera garden, right?"

Ginger took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and took one out of his mouth and put it in his mouth.

"Is there a fire?" asked Jiang Sajiu, stretching out his hand.

Liu Jiang took out a lighter from the mezzanine of the car and handed it to Jiang Qingjiu, and said with a smile: "When did you start smoking this thing?"

Jiang Qingjiu lit the cigarette a little rusty, took a deep breath, and sighed in his heart, Huang Yiping is right, this thing can indeed relieve pressure when it is worried.

Jiang Qingjiu spewed out a puff of smoke out of the window, and returned: "Zhao Danzhu is the orphan of the Zhao family back then, except for the branch of Xiyuanzi, he is the only one left." “

This made Liu Jiang a little surprised, but he didn't expect this Zhao Danzhu to be really extraordinary.

Jiang Sake said as if he was telling a story, and his voice was very low:

"The person who used the ghost flute to break through the thousands of troops recorded in the ancient books was the ancestor of Zhao Danzhu, and in order to find a way to control the ghost flute, they dug their own ancestral grave. I really don't know what they're going to do with the ghost flute. ”

Liu Jiang thought about it, and was a little shocked at first, but he didn't expect this group of people to master the control method of the ghost flute. Then I panicked, stepped on the accelerator, and picked up the pace.

Jiang Qingjiu looked at the abnormal Liu Jiang and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Jiang's face was full of anxiety, and his intuition told him that something big would happen soon.

"Brother Jiang, I think they first got the ghost flute, and then they appeared in the emperor's tomb, there is only one possibility, they will control the ghost flute in Xi'an City, let the countless dead corpses below turn into their minions, and there will be another big chaos!"

Jiang Qingjiu heard this, but he looked out the window, looking at the city of Xi'an full of lights, and couldn't help but think of Ducheng who had become a ruin, would such a tragic situation be staged again?

According to the note, the deal reached between that organization and Zhao Danzhu should be like this, Zhao Danzhu's purpose is to rebuild the Zhao family, but what is the purpose of that organization? They created a chaos in Ducheng, and now they want to cause trouble in Xi'an, can they get any benefits?

"There are so many masters in Xi'an City, when do you think they will choose to make a move?" Jiang Qingjiu now agreed with Liu Jiang's point of view and asked.

Liu Jiang shook his head, his eyes were anxious, and said, "Let's tell the news to the master earlier, so that they can make arrangements as soon as possible." “

When the two returned to the Liu family's compound, it was already early in the morning of the next day.

The courtyard of the Liu family was quiet, Liu Jiang and Jiang Qingjiu were walking, Liu Jiang suddenly said: "It's too late now, I want to come to grandpa go to bed early, let's go back to rest and report early tomorrow morning." “

Ginger sake returned: "Good!"

......

In the night, the white snowflakes kept falling, in the Qinglong Temple, the Jianshan monk was meditating in the house, looking at the heavy snow in the courtyard outside, and sighed, it was wonderful snow!

There is a lot of snow piled up on the stupa in the courtyard, the candle flame lit inside is not extinguished, layer by layer, each layer has a small golden Buddha statue, it looks very holy, the appearance is also very exquisite, and the pattern carved on it is rare. It's not like the average craftsman can carve it.

The light inside the pagoda is everywhere, although it is not large, but it can make people's hearts feel warm.

Monk Jianshan stood up, there was a cloak next to the door, Monk Jianshan draped the black cloak on his shoulders, stood at the door of the house, blowing angrily, Monk Jianshan couldn't help but tighten the cloak, looked around, laughed loudly, and said: "Come out, it's such a cold night, won't it be frozen if you stay outside for a long time, what is the attempt We will enter the house and say." ”

Monk Jianshan swaggered into the house, took off his cloak, sat down by the stove, picked up a tongs and played inside, and suddenly there was a burst of sparks inside, and bursts of heat came out in an instant.

The door was slowly opened, and standing at the door was a sturdy middle-aged man, wearing a brown leather coat and a mask, and slowly walked in, facing the Jianshan monk.

"The donor seems to have a breath of blood in his body. Monk Jianshan said.

The middle-aged man seemed to be able to lower his voice and said, "I just killed a few people." ”

Monk Jianshan smiled and did not speak. He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the stove to keep warm.

The middle-aged man looked at the monk Jianshan, although he couldn't see his expression clearly, but at this moment, the middle-aged man said: "The master is not in danger!"

Monk Jianshan's face changed, his eyes were staring at the other party tightly, his body did not move, he smiled contemptuously and asked: "Does the donor think that he will be able to kill me? In the eyes of the donor, am I just a piece of fish to be slaughtered?"

The middle-aged man didn't reply, revealing a murderous aura, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.

Monk Jianshan said with great confidence: "Before you die, let me ask you a question, who are you?"

The middle-aged man took off the leather gloves he was wearing on his hands, put them at his feet, and asked rhetorically: "Is the master very confident in himself, but I don't know if he can beat me!"

The middle-aged man punched the face of the monk Jianshan without any warning, and the punch contained a rolling aura, if he was hit by this punch, he would probably faint on the spot.

Monk Jianshan seemed to have expected it, and with a gentle pat of his hands on the stove, his body couldn't help but retreat, and at the same time, the stove was forced to crash into the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect the monk to react so quickly, and before he could dodge, he was hit in the chest by the stove, and his body flew backwards, smashing open the sliding door behind him. The wind blew in from outside, carrying snowflakes into the house.

The middle-aged man landed in the courtyard, and several snowflakes fell on his head in an instant.

Before the middle-aged man Fang Yin came over, the Jianshan monk rushed out, his body was like a feather, and he fell lightly, and slapped the middle-aged man with a heavy palm. The latter stood up and raised his arms to block, and with this blow, his body couldn't help but retreat again.

Monk Jianshan stood on the spot and punched a set of punches, exhaled a breath of white deafness, his eyes were sharp, and asked: "Who are you, the poor monk only asks once, if you don't say it, I will send you on the road." “

The middle-aged man didn't talk nonsense, knowing that he might not be an opponent, he turned around and wanted to escape.

The light appeared in the hand of the Jianshan monk, and a large red net appeared in the sky in an instant, and the middle-aged man was caught off guard and fell into the net.

The homeopathic and domineering punch hit the latter's body hard, and this punch broke at least two of his ribs!

The middle-aged man stood up, and the red net was just to prevent him from escaping, which had now dissipated.

"Aren't monks compassionate about compassion?

Monk Jianshan smiled and said: "You have been staring at the poor monk in the courtyard for several days, one wants to kill the poor monk, there is a sentence in the creed of the poor monk, if people do not offend me, I will not offend, if people offend me, I will offend others! This is the life creed of the poor monk when he was not yet a monk, and he still adheres to it, since you want to kill the poor monk, the poor monk has also given you a chance, but you don't cherish it yourself, and now it is no wonder that the poor monk is not guilty." “

Looking at the stupa beside the middle-aged man, Jianshan's gaze was a little kinder, and the middle-aged man first noticed the actions of the monk Jianshan, and deliberately said: "The stupa is in front, are you still killing?"

Monk Jianshan smiled and asked loudly, "Say!"