The leader is merciful, spare the life of the pavilion master

Just as Song Junchen and Chongxi were discussing the matter of Yuanlongjiao, the young fellow Maochun came running in a panic.

"My lord, it's not good. A lot of people gathered at the door to make trouble, saying they want to cast down demons."

Song Junchen's mood, which had improved slightly, returned to the original point, and he said impatiently, "Go and see."

Pushing open the gate of the Song Mansion, I saw a bunch of messy people gathered at the door, clamoring to ask the mage to do the magic, and to accept the water ghosts of the Song Mansion.

"If I were a ghost, what would I have done to hurt you?"

"It's not..."

"Your horse knocked over my grain truck the day before yesterday!"

"Then you find a horse to do the trick, the ghost may be on the horse." Song Junchen said coldly.

Everyone laughed, the person who yelled earlier blushed and stopped yelling.

"If I were a ghost, why would my body be warm and still have shadows under the sun?" Song Junchen stood on the steps of his house, took a step forward to expose himself to the sun, and sure enough, a long shadow appeared under his feet.

Everyone chattered and discussed.

"If I'm a ghost, why don't I eat human flesh and drink human blood, instead eat the food that ordinary people eat?"

"This is..."

"Let's leave, everyone. Stop spreading rumors. If there is a next time, report to the officials." After Song Junchen said the last sentence to end the farce, when he was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by a person behind him.

"Wait!"

Song Junchen followed the prestige, and saw that everyone consciously moved out of the way, and there was a man standing in the middle of the road, wearing a gray Taoist robe, with a tall figure, dark complexion, black hair, but his face was no different from that of a 60-year-old man.

"There are thousands of people in the world, and there are thousands of ghosts. These only prove that you are not an ordinary ghost."

Although the Taoist priest had an old face, he didn't expect his voice to be so sonorous and powerful. It immediately aroused everyone's emotions, and people began to shout again:

"That's right, how could he not be a ghost? We all saw the corpse that day, right? It's hardened like that, what is it if it's not dead?"

"This thing is not a monster now, it doesn't mean it won't be a monster in the future, if you regret it on that day, just ignore it."

"Fortunately, there is a Taoist priest here, we were almost deceived by demonic words just now!"

"Then look, am I a human or a ghost?" Song Junchen stood on the high steps, looked down at the Taoist priest and said slightly angrily, the golden sun was shining on his fair and handsome face, and he seemed to be present. Some women were elated.

Well, even if it is a ghost, it is only a beautiful ghost.

"Just look at the mansion and you'll know." The Taoist priest was not polite, and would go into other people's homes as soon as he came.

"Please."

I didn't do anything bad, and I wasn't afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.Song Junchen waved his right hand vigorously, making a gesture of please.

Seeing the Taoist priest's figure slowly being locked in the gate of the Song Mansion, everyone is still discussing:

"The Taoist leader really took the lead and died, so dangerous place, he went in alone."

"Yes, who knows what famous halls will be in this Song Mansion, but don't let the sheep get into the tiger's mouth."

"How can it be a sheep that enters the tiger's mouth? Haven't you seen that the appearance of the Taoist priest is different from ordinary people because he knows too many secrets? I dare say that this Taoist priest must be unfathomable."

"..."

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, Song Junchen was accompanied by Maochun, facing the Taoist priest who came to him suddenly, Chong Xi was not suitable for showing his face, so he hid in the dark, watching every move in the courtyard.

"What can the Taoist see?" Song Junchen felt that this person did not have the refined aura of a Taoist priest, but was domineering. He couldn't help being alert, and his face was not very kind.

"It can be seen—" The Taoist deliberately dragged out the ending, slowly pulled out the peach wood sword on his back, rubbed his fingers on it, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and suddenly pulled out the really sharp sword hidden in the peach wood , attacking Song Junchen who was not far away like a rainbow, and said coldly, "You should return to the underworld."

Before getting close, even Song Junchen, who didn't know martial arts, could feel the opponent's fierce murderous aura. Unlike Tao Yue, this one was more confident and domineering.

Song Junchen hurriedly backed away, looking a little embarrassed. Although Maochun appeared to be an ordinary boy, he was also a young expert who accompanied him from the capital with Uncle Quan. After two years of training, his strength should not be underestimated. His soft sword fought hard to block him, but he was at a disadvantage within five moves.

Chong Xi hurriedly jumped into the battlefield from behind the eaves. He originally wanted to attack from behind, but the opponent seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, so he dodged easily.

Two-on-one is not his opponent, which shows the strength of the opponent's martial arts.

"You are Xue Ce!" Song Junchen shouted while hiding.

The Taoist priest didn't answer Song Junchen directly, but the strength of his subordinates was a little stronger, and the two who received the move retreated frequently, barely holding on.

The answer is almost inseparable, this is the second best player in the Jianghu rankings!

Today was probably the most unlucky day in Song Junchen's life.

"It's the Three Sects who led people to slaughter the Yuanlong Sect. Why do you always have trouble with me?" Song Junchen was aggrieved. Although he was the leader of the whole incident, the most direct enemies of the other party should be the Three Sects.

"I will destroy the three sects myself, and you will kill them too."

As soon as Xue Ce's icy voice fell, he temporarily forced Chongxi and Maochun back with a weird swordsmanship. His eyes full of murderous intent looked at Song Junchen who was running away like an ant, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his body moved like He chased after him like a sharp arrow.

Chongxi and Maochun were startled, and immediately rushed towards him regardless of their own safety.

Song Junchen had long seen that he was completely at a disadvantage, so he quickly ran towards a certain room in the back hall.

Fortunately, the room was not far away. Panting, Song Junchen kicked in the door. Before the people in the room could react, a sword landed on his neck.

"Why, can't wait so soon? Are you finally planning to do it?" Tao Yue sneered, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.

"Shut up!" Song Junchen has no demeanor at this time, and it doesn't matter if he dies. He just hates the feeling of being chased and killed. He came here twice in a row. He is not too young, so he really can't bear this Stimulate.

The lightness kung fu that ranked second in the rankings was not a cover, Xue Ce appeared in front of Song Junchen in the next second.

After seeing clearly the person tied up on the bed, Xue Ce's pupils shrank slightly.

Tao Yue exclaimed: "Teach... the leader?"

"Don't be so busy reminiscing about the past, Master Xue, put down your sword and let's have a good chat." Song Junchen seized on this last hope.

"You think you can catch me like this?"

"Just try it, the sword in my hand will show no mercy." Song Junchen moved the blade closer, and didn't stop until it left a shallow gash on Tao Yue's neck.

Xue Ce's eyes twitched.

"Master, leave me alone, kill this dog thief to avenge the brothers!" Tao Yue shouted, as if he was about to throw his neck on the sword, but Song Junchen reacted quickly enough, quickly withdrew the sword, and At this moment, Xue Ce looked at the punctual shape of the fuselage and directly took the tip of the sword to Song Junchen's wrist holding the sword. Song Junchen couldn't hold the sword in pain, and when he looked up again, a sharp sword had already reached in one's own heart.

Song Junchen was trembling all over. He didn't know whether it was anger or fear. He said excitedly: "What is the relationship between the three sects and you? Why did you frame you? Don't you know? Whether there is Golden Sparrow Pavilion or not, you are destined to be exterminated." As a result! If you kill one of me, there will be one less opponent in the three sects. With such bravery, how can you be worthy of the position of leader!"

Xue Ce frowned. The reason why he didn't act in a hurry was because Song Junchen subconsciously withdrew his sword because he cared about Tao Yue's life just now, but now the words roared by the other party before he died are really worth thinking about.

He is clearer than anyone else about the conflict between Sanzong and himself.

Could it be that the Golden Sparrow Pavilion was really just forced to be a part of it?

The sword in Xue Ce's hand quietly drilled into the opponent's flesh.

Song Junchen had a painful expression on his face, and closed his eyes in despair.

That's right, the lives of the 180 disciples of Yuan Longjiao disappeared overnight. With such a deep hatred, I really don't expect the other party to let me go.

Even if he is really innocent.

Song Junchen's eyelashes trembled, but he waited for a long time, but he didn't get the expected result.

Slowly opening his eyes, he found that Xue Ce was staring at him motionless, the sword in his hand was still in place, and blood had already leaked from his clothes.

It's too painful, if you want to kill it, give it a good time!

At this moment, Song Junchen felt the sword in front of his chest move, and the next moment a white light flashed in front of his eyes, Xue Ce raised his sword to block several silver needles oncoming, and was secretly amazed at the strong inner strength attached to the silver needles.

Immediately, a vigorous figure fell instantly, and it was Uncle Quan who arrived.

It must have been Chong Xi's distress signal.

Maochun followed through the window, and hurriedly helped Song Junchen who had collapsed on the ground. Looking at the blood stains on his young master's feet, he asked anxiously, "How are you, young master? Where are you hurt?"

"My hand..." Song Junchen gritted his teeth in pain, feeling that his right hand no longer had the strength to lift it up.

"Ah! Stop the bleeding!"

Ignoring the panic at the bedside, Xue Ce quietly looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "It's you."

"You recognize me?" A rare look of surprise appeared on Uncle Quan's usually calm face.In order to avoid certain people, he deliberately changed part of his appearance with strange magic, and after more than ten years of deliberate changes, now I am afraid that the person who was closest to him is standing in front of him, and he should not be able to recognize him, but the young man in front of him people...

"When I was ten years old in the martial arts arena, I met my husband. He still likes to use ambergris as always."

There are probably not many people in this world who can make Xue Ce call Mr. Quan, which shows the glory of Uncle Quan when he was young.

"Being able to join martial arts at the age of ten, Master Xue is indeed among the dragons and phoenixes." Uncle Quan said so copingly, but he was a little surprised in his heart, how smart he is to be able to smell fragrances and know people at the age of ten.

In fact, most of the people who use ambergris are relatives of the royal family, and there are also wealthy people who use it among the people. Although there are not many, there are not many. It is just that the ambergris that Uncle Quan likes to use is added some kind of essential oil from the Western Regions. , has the medicinal effect of calming the spirit, and the smell is very slightly different from other ambergris, but I didn't expect the other party to be able to smell this, and it can be used to distinguish people after more than ten years, it is really not to be underestimated.

"Why don't you ask for advice." Xue Ce looked at the other party expectantly. He has always been good at martial arts. If he hadn't been able to find out where the No. [-] person was, he would have competed with No. [-].

"No, I'm old and I can't move anymore," Uncle Quan said with a faint smile, "Master Xue might as well stay in the Song Mansion for a few days, and discuss it again when we have a chance."

"I'm here to kill people today."

"Then why didn't you do it just now?"

Xue Ce remained silent.

"I advise Master Xue to stay in the Song Mansion for a few days, recharge your batteries, and then make plans for the next step." Uncle Quan still persuaded with good words.

"How to trust you."

"this."

Uncle Quan took out half of the jade pendant from his bosom and showed it in front of Xue Ce.

After Xue Ce saw it clearly, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he clenched his fist unconsciously.

"Why do you have a father..."

"This is not your father's."

When Xue Ce took a closer look, he found that this piece of jade pendant had opposite edges and corners, like the other half of his father's piece.He only knew that his father must have had a deep friendship with another person when he was young, but he didn't expect it to be the person in front of him.

And the meaning of this jade pendant is known to no more than three people in the world.The trust that should be there is self-evident.

Xue Ce slowly withdrew his sword and stood quietly in the room.He was not stage fright and compromised, the pursuit of the three major sects was helpless to him, not to mention today's small dish, even if this Uncle Quan's martial arts in front of him is unfathomable, if he really wants to fight to the death, no one will be able to live in his hands today go out.

"I promise to stay," Xue Ce said blankly, "but there are conditions."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Let him," Xue Ce said, pointing at Song Junchen who had fainted from the pain, "he is always under my nose."

On the one hand, this is about taking Song Junchen as a hostage, on the other hand, he can take the opportunity to learn more secrets of the Golden Sparrow Pavilion.

"Okay." Uncle Quan agreed without thinking about it, as if he had expected this a long time ago, "From now on, young master, I will ask Master Xue."