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

Song Junchen ignored the pain coming from his right wrist, and anxiously paced back and forth in the room.

Maochun came in with a decoction, "My lord, drink the medicine."

"You put it there first." Song Junchen stood still for a moment, took a deep breath, then shook his head and walked back and forth.

Maochun glanced worriedly, put down the medicine bowl carefully, and backed out silently.

Since the young master woke up, he has been in a state of anxiety, and no one can persuade him.

After Maochun left, the door was pushed open again, and a tall figure walked in.

"Wake up." A cold voice came from behind, Song Junchen paused on the soles of his feet, and turned around in surprise to look at the person coming.

It doesn't matter if you look at it. I didn't expect that the 60-year-old half-way Taoist priest who looked anxious yesterday turned into a handsome young hero, wearing a purple robe and a purple-gold hair crown on his head. After passing the other party, Song Junchen almost thought it was some young master.

"What are you doing?"

"Supervise Pavilion Master Song." Xue Ce sat on the mahogany chair unceremoniously, and looked at the person in front of him coldly with his arms crossed.

Song Junchen suddenly understood what was going on, no wonder the two guests in the house hated him to the bone, but they didn't do anything, feeling that he was kidnapped in disguise.

It doesn't matter, Song Junchen just took in a personal bodyguard, the murderer who killed the original owner of the body has not yet been found, it is a good thing to have such a second-ranked master by his side all the time.He found a stool and sat down, and asked, "Who told you my identity?"

This is an important point.If the news that these three identities are combined in one person becomes known to everyone, the Song Mansion will definitely not be peaceful, and Quanweilou may also be poisoned.

"I don't know." Xue Ce replied coldly.

Song Junchen was slightly annoyed, "Don't forget, we are cooperating."

"Cooperation?" Xue Ce leaned forward slightly, looked at the other party mockingly, and said, "I can disembowel you in a second."

"Yes, yes, you are amazing," Song Junchen didn't bother to argue with him, "Most of our eyeliners in the three major factions have been removed, and there must be traitors hidden in the upper echelons of the Golden Sparrow Pavilion. If you don’t tell me, then we’ll just die.”

"I only received a piece of paper without a signature, so I really don't know." Xue Ce leaned back again.

"What about that piece of paper?"

"threw."

"..."

Song Junchen felt that he was cooperating with a pig.

"Do you believe a piece of paper without a signature?" Song Junchen stared at his side face, with sharp outlines and deep eye sockets, which was somewhat attractive, thinking that if the Yuanlong Sect had not been exterminated, such a leader would indeed have a limitless future. .

"So pretend to be a Taoist priest and come to find out."

"Then how did you confirm it?"

"You have the smell of the master of the Golden Sparrow Pavilion on your body."

"odor?"

"Acquainted with it a year ago."

Song Junchen was a little surprised, he didn't expect that this man's martial arts were world-class, and his nose was as sharp as a dog's, so he could smell it?

Wait, smell!If you mark a person with scent, no matter how you change your identity, you will be identified instantly.

Song Junchen sniffed his clothes, but only smelled a faint scent of sandalwood.

"The person who changes my clothes and smells incense on weekdays... is Fuqiu!" Song Junchen jumped up against the table.

When people were sent to arrest him, the building was already empty.

Song Junchen propped his head in frustration, and said to himself: "I'm so stupid, no wonder she's been acting so strange these two days..."

"Sir, do you want to send secret guards to capture her?" Mao Chun asked cautiously.

"Of course!" Song Junchen gritted his teeth. This might be the person who killed him. "The sooner the better!"

Maochun heard the words and immediately stepped up to do it.

"Wait!" Song Junchen seemed to have thought of something, and stopped Maochun who had already walked to the door, "It must be a unique smell in the world that can accurately mark a person's smell. The only one around me who is good at making incense is Nantangzhu. Maochun , go check him."

"Yes!"

After dinner, Song Junchen got two bad news just after taking a nap. One was that Fuqiu was found dead in the wild, and the other was that Sanzong was going to Jinli under the pretext of hunting down the remnants of the Yuanlong sect.

The speed of the action is jaw-dropping.

When Song Junchen came to Tao Yue's room, he bumped into Tao Yue and Chongxi who were discussing swordsmanship, and each of them blushed and had thick necks.

"Pavilion Master." Seeing Song Junchen coming, Chongxi rose respectfully to greet him.

"Master Tao, let me ask you something."

"But it's okay to say." Tao Yue sat upright, obviously more cooperative than Xue Ce.

"How do you know that I am the owner of the Golden Sparrow Pavilion?" "It can't be smelling again, right?"

"A note."

"It's unsigned again?"

"How do you know?" Tao Yue was taken aback.

"Do you believe an anonymous note?"

"It's better to kill by mistake than let it go." Tao Yue said with a firm face.

"Where's the note?" Song Junchen didn't care too much, and everyone tacitly didn't mention the matter of the previous two days.

Sure enough, Tao Yue still kept the paper, and he took it out of his bosom and handed it to Song Junchen.

"Can you read this handwriting?" Song Junchen handed the note to Chongxi.

Chong Xi observed it carefully and said, "This seems to be written by the left hand."

"left handed?"

"This subordinate is going to investigate the left-handed person in the cabinet."

"Well," Song Junchen nodded, and asked Tao Yue again, "I don't know how many people from the Yuanlong Sect escaped that day?"

Mentioning the Yuanlong Sect, Tao Yue's eyes dimmed suddenly: "No more than five people."

"Have you found them all?"

"Two people have been settled elsewhere, and the whereabouts of one person is unknown."

"Where?" Song Junchen asked hastily.

Tao Yue looked at Song Junchen alertly and said nothing.

Song Junchen coughed lightly, and continued: "The three major sects are on their way to Jinli. They say they want to crusade against the remnants of the Yuanlong Sect. It's best not to show up in Jinli."

Tao Yue was a little surprised, and said after a long time: "Thank you for your concern."

At this time, Xue Ce was sitting with Uncle Quan on a drinking table in the backyard of Quanweilou, each with their own concerns.

"Master Xue must have come to see me for your father's sake." Uncle Quan poured wine for the two of them without raising his eyelids.

If it were Xue Ce, he would naturally be impatient to ask just seeing that half of the jade pendant.

"I don't know the relationship between my husband and my father." Xue Ce has been staring at Uncle Quan's face. This face is no longer the same face that he saw at the martial arts conference more than ten years ago.

"Friends." The words popped out of Uncle Quan's mouth.

"But I never heard my father talk about Mister."

Uncle Quan gave a slight pause in his hand, seeing that the glass was three quarters full of light yellow wine, he gently put down the jug, and stretched out his palm as a gesture of invitation.

He smiled slightly: "It used to be."

"Before my father passed away, he asked me to find the owner of the other half of the jade pendant." Xue Ce looked at the person in front of him, and did not immediately pick up the glass to drink, "and asked me to bring a sentence."

"The dead are gone, why leave these empty concerns."

"I still want to convey the words," Xue Ce said lightly, "He said, I'm sorry."

Uncle Quan lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time, the sadness in the corner of his eyes flashed past, and when he raised his eyes again, he still looked calm and calm.

"Master Xue has been away from the Song Mansion for so long, isn't he afraid that the young master will escape?" Uncle Quan suddenly changed the subject.

"You are here." Xue Ce could tell that the person in front of him had a deep friendship with Song Junchen, and he was not afraid that a monk like him would run away and leave behind a temple.

"Of course I'm here," Uncle Quan paused, then added softly, "I've been here all my life."

It seems that the second half of the sentence was not meant for Xue Ce.

The two drank three more cups.

"There is still business to attend to in the building. If Master Xue has nothing else to do, I will be excused." Uncle Quan got up and said.

"Please go ahead, sir." Xue Ce was still sitting where he was, watching the other party's clothes fluttering from the corner of his eyes, "And tell me, my father has something buried beside the tomb, and I hope you can pick it up as soon as possible."

Uncle Quan had already walked a few steps and paused, turned his back to him and said softly, "No need."

Then he quickly walked out of the backyard.

Chong Xi sent a list of left-handers, and after careful investigation, two people were most suspected.

A former second-in-command of Hall Master Nan had his right hand broken due to a mistake, and he was expelled from the Golden Sparrow Pavilion.

If Hall Master Nan is a traitor, the person whose hand was broken by him should hate him to death, but why does he still work for him?

The other is an informant in Tianlan Sect, one of the three major sects, who survived the Tianlan Sect's vigorous purge.

Song Junchen suddenly thought that the person who wrote the note did not necessarily have to be someone from the Golden Sparrow Pavilion, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.

Either way, a clue is better than no clue.

"My lord, drink the medicine." Maochun carefully put the medicine on the table.

"Add sugar?" Song Junchen still remembered the overwhelming bitterness in his mouth when he drank the first bowl. It was the bitterest Chinese medicine he had ever drank in his life.

"Leave it alone." Maochun also took out a pack of things wrapped in kraft paper from his bosom, "I also bought preserved fruit specially to remove the bitterness for the young master."

"You're sensible." Song Junchen glanced at Maochun appreciatively.

"Young master... there is one more thing..."

"Say."

"People from the three major sects booked tomorrow's venue at Quanwei Building, I'm afraid..."

"You think they did it on purpose?"

"What do you think, son?"

"It's too early to make a definition. As the largest restaurant in Jinli, Quanweilou is naturally the first choice for those gangsters who value face. Let Uncle Quan be careful, and quickly evacuate the things that should be evacuated. In the past two days Don't take the initiative to contact me."

He felt at ease with Uncle Quan, even if something happened, he believed that with Uncle Quan's martial arts, he would be able to escape unscathed.

Tao Yue's spirit has almost been raised, the three major sects are coming towards him, he is not suitable to stay in Jinli for a long time, after a few secret talks with Xue Ce, he pretends to be the slop truck driver of Quanweilou, and tricks Li Jinli The disciples of Xuanpuzong who came to guard the city gate recently headed east.

Song Junchen heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that Tao Yue had successfully left the city, because it showed that Xuan Puzong did not fortify Quanwei Building, and Uncle Quan's side was still safe for the time being.

As for Xue Ce...

Song Junchen habitually tapped the table with his slender fingers, frowning.

"There are only three elders here. If you can't hold back and expose yourself, it will be even more difficult to take the heads of the three suzerains in the future."

"Don't worry about Pavilion Master Song."

"You took people's lives without saying a word. Wouldn't it be true for you Yuanlong Sect to be notorious for plotting unscrupulous and unscrupulous methods? Do you want revenge, or innocence, or both?" Song Junchen persuaded kindly. .

"You dare not do it." Xue Ce's tone became more and more cold.

"I didn't say not to do it." Song Junchen's face was not good-looking, "Do you still remember the rumor of the water ghost?"

Song Junchen intends to take advantage of the superstition of the ancients and scare them with things they don't know. Even if Jinli is found, it will only go in a direction that deviates from the truth.

Xue Ce didn't say a word, as he tacitly allowed him to continue talking.

"I tried to lure the three elders into the mansion. Counting my manpower, how sure are you that they won't be able to get out of the Song mansion?"

"Seventy percent."

"What if they eat something bad? For example, Mongolian sweat medicine or something."

"They're not stupid." The implication is that tricks like sweat medicine are useless to the elders of the three sects.

"The Golden Sparrow Pavilion has its own extraordinary means."

"...ninety percent."

"It should be enough," Song Junchen got a satisfactory answer, "After they die, create the illusion of water ghosts eating people and spread rumors. The more terrifying the better, if the three major sects want to investigate, I have enough to confuse them .”

Although Xue Ce didn't know what □□ was, but he could understand the word confusion, and after pondering for a long time, he said: "In this way, the most dangerous thing is yourself."

"Isn't there still you?" Song Junchen looked up at the other party and smiled, "Do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

Xue Ce remained silent.

"What would you do if you really encountered a ghost?"

Xue Ce remained silent, because he felt that the question was meaningless.

Song Junchen continued to say to himself, "If it were me, I would definitely stay far away."

Xue Ce probably understood what Song Junchen meant.