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Zhong Liqing didn't know how Lin Yunxi subdued Ming Yin's family, she only knew that not long after she boarded the flying boat with Jun Moci on the grounds of healing, all the members of the entrusted mission also left- —The servants carried up Jiang Huaichang, who was still in a coma, but Ming Yinhui was left at Ming Yin's house.

She put some medicine on Ming Yinzheng's body. Although she was not sure that it would kill him, it would be a no-brainer to torture him. At that time, Ming Yin's family would be even more chaotic... I don't have the chance to see that with my own eyes. The scene is really a bit regrettable.

Glancing at Tan Xinjue, who was sitting alone in the corner of the flying boat with his sword in his arms, and comparing it with Ming Yinhui, who was standing alone at the bottom and looking at the flying boat, Zhong Liqing had to sigh again—the majesty of the three halls, really no family would dare to overthrow it edge.

In order to be realistic, she deliberately taught Ming Yinzheng that he was hurt by his strength, and it was not a problem after all, and he needed some recuperation.

While closing his eyes, he felt Lin Yunxi waving his hands to create a sound-proof barrier, and asked solemnly: "Master, this move will ruin Ming Yin's family's 300-year luck. In the long run, it is really inappropriate."

Because Jun Moci was sitting cross-legged beside Zhong Liqing, and Lin Yunxi didn't keep her out, she could hear that question clearly—even felt that it was said to her on purpose.

Zhong Liqing stopped pretending to be asleep, and stared at Jun Moci without blinking, waiting for her answer.

The man first glanced at her indifferently, as if he was blaming her for not recovering well. Seeing that she ignored her, he pursed his lips helplessly, then looked at Lin Yunxi who was quite angry, and asked in a cold voice: "My lord It’s not your turn to question Zhongliqing’s decision—Zhong Liqing is the master of the deity, and Ming Yinzheng will have to pay the price if he dares to attack her. What’s so worth mentioning about a mere Mingyin family? There are so many names in the eight major families. It's a candidate who has squeezed his head, and if Mingyin's family is missing, there will be another family to make up for it."

"For no reason, how could Ming Yinzheng attack this girl? She must be the one who provoked and caused trouble first..." Lin Yunxi did not expect that Jun Moci would set the fate of Ming Yin's family so lightly, and it would be Zhongliqing. Seeing it more seriously than the entire Tiandao family, she suddenly became short of breath—in addition to her shortness of breath, there was also a bit of jealousy and panic, "Also, it was the same when talking about the family. Let her take away the sword handed down by the family. You forgot, Tanjia..."

"You don't need to say too much, I have my own sense of proportion," Jun Moci interrupted Lin Yunxi's indignant accusation, his voice was clear and gentle, but his eyes were cold and indifferent, without any emotion, "You just talk about the family talker and The spirit veins are closed, don't pay attention to the others."

"...I obey." Under Jun Moci's unquestionable gaze, Lin Yunxi finally didn't dare to contradict her any more, and bowed to salute unwillingly, but couldn't help but smile at Zhong Liqing Gouge out a cold look.

Faced with Lin Yunxi's hostility, Zhong Liqing stared back leisurely, and even smiled back with a victorious smile, but after she walked away angrily, the smile faded away.

Even though there were many questions in his heart, after touching Jun Moci's eyes, the cold fatigue faded away, he couldn't ask any more.

Zhong Liqing sighed softly, closed her eyes, and began to practice exercises to heal her injuries.

The flying boat sailed for several hours and finally arrived at the Yan family.

The residence of the concubine family is not the same as what Zhong Liqing had imagined - it is not as majestic as Tan's house, nor as magnificent as Mingyin's house.

However, this family, which originated from the eight surnames in ancient times, actually reveals a sense of bleakness as the sun goes down.

Although on the surface, everything is so exquisite and beautiful that there is nothing wrong with it, Zhong Liqing can feel that the entire concubine family has lost pride in their bones and has withered and decayed——Among the people who came to welcome the entrusted mission, there was actually No one could teach her to be half-threatening.

Even the self-willed idiots of Mingyin's family have a sense of family honor that cannot be concealed, but the Yan family is lifeless.

Numbness, perfunctory, and shrinking, concealed in a flattering smile of feigned joy, it is likely that the huge concubine family has long since lost the grand scene of geniuses in the past.

Zhong Liqing suppressed the inexplicable melancholy in her heart, and looked up at Jun Moci, who was facing the patriarch of the concubine clan, who was still not pretending to say anything——with the identity of "concubine Yao", I think this majesty is already the last hope of the concubine clan .

The patriarch of the concubine clan is an unsmiling and rigid old woman. It's not that she can't use her spiritual power to maintain her young and beautiful image, but that the years have exhausted her mental strength. The patriarch has lived for too long, and her spiritual strength cannot save her from the ruthlessness of the years.

She looked at Jun Moci for a while, with an expression that could be called a "smile" on her wrinkled face, and said with relief: "Ah Yao, you are finally back, yes, you are worthy of my concubine." hope... Now, as long as you get the support of the Tan family, you can restore the glory of my family—the future of the family is in your hands."

"Patriarch, don't worry, Yao understands." Jun Moci nodded and said lightly.

The two were chatting and chatting, but Zhong Liqing could hear an unusual smell, she caught a glimpse of Tan Xinjue's unspeakably happy face, her heart was suffocated, she didn't care about everyone present, she grabbed it Jun Moci asked in a low voice, "The descendants of Shendao and the Tiandao family are not mortal enemies? Why does the concubine family need the support of the Tan family... What is the price?"

Jun Moci glanced at her with deep meaning, and was about to pull back his sleeves, and explain to her later, but Tan Xinjue had already spoken first, showing off, looking at Zhong Liqing's sudden pale face. With a clear face, he said with hatred: "The alliance between the two families is naturally the most secure and the best way to show sincerity - Yaoyao and I are the heirs of our respective families, and we are both sword cultivators. Isn't it a match made in heaven? The world can learn from Yaoyao's mind."

"Intent? With all due respect... how much is an intention worth?" Zhong Liqing sneered, and couldn't help calling out Cunxin, who had been dormant in the sea of ​​consciousness, and manipulated it around everyone, even more so. Floating in front of Tan Xinjue deliberately, the streamer on the sword reflected the jealous and angry expression on his face, and said unhurriedly, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Tan failed to complete the trial of the sword code, it seems that he has not yet obtained What about the qualifications of the Tan family's successor? I don't know why Mr. Tan is qualified... Where is Miss Xiao Xiangyu?"

She specially emphasized the word "Xiao Xiang", and her gaze swept across Jun Moci's expressionless face, her heart beating, but she was stubborn and provoked Tan Xinjue recklessly.

"You!" The latter's face turned red and white, white and blue again, and changed several times. When he met Jun Moci's calm eyes, he couldn't help but become gray and defeated... Although his sweetheart didn't say it clearly, Tan Xinjue always said Knowing: Let alone that person's heart, even in her eyes, there has never been a shadow of herself, but it is all his insistence.

But in the past, he could deceive himself and comfort himself, trying to use time to bridge the gap between them, but in the end, Zhong Liqing ruthlessly tore away the fig leaf—Tan Xinjue was annoyed and hated, and Zhongli Qingsheng There was an unprecedented killing intent.

"Don't bully me too much..." In front of Jun Moci, Tan Xinjue couldn't utter a harsh word—knowing that she used to protect each other, although she couldn't understand it, she didn't dare to touch her. Her Ni Lin - but, Tan Xinjue has already made up his mind to give this ignorant girl a little color.

Always find an opportunity to teach her a truth: In the Immortal Demon Realm, strength is paramount, and the strong are respected—by bullying others, the fox pretends to be the tiger, but it will not last long after all.

If she can rely on others for a while, can she still rely on others for the rest of her life?

"This is... Cun Xin! Why is it in your hands?" Tan Xinjue's words of resentment were interrupted by the patriarch of the concubine clan, and the shocked look on her face made Zhong Liqing suddenly remember: this Cun Xin, It used to be Yan Ji's sword.

The fact that she got the Cunxinjian was suppressed by Jun Moci, and her impulsiveness not only ruined Jun Moci's painstaking efforts, but also brought her troubles - how to explain it?

For a moment, I regretted my reckless impulse.

It's just that things have come to this point, so I have to bite the bullet and finish singing the trick.

At the same time, Zhong Liqing was also very curious: Why did Yanji's sword become the treasure handed down from generation to generation of the Tan family? If any deep hatred could be involved, Tan Xinjue might have to give up his heart... good.

"It's just a coincidence." Unexpectedly, Jun Moci suddenly smoothed things over and brought the topic to the past, obviously not wanting the concubines to pursue Cun Xin's whereabouts, and also avoided talking about the family.

Zhong Liqing's expression turned ugly, but Tan Xinjue was ecstatic.

"Ah Yao, this sword..." The patriarch of the concubine clan waited to say more, but suddenly stopped talking, but his eyes were glued to the Cunxin sword floating in front of Zhong Liqing, as if he was about to pounce on the sword in the next moment. Take it away.

Jun Moci's eyes turned cold, and he glanced around in a warning direction to all the Yan tribe members who were all staring after the patriarch of the Yan tribe called out the name of Cun Xinjian. People, teach them not to be presumptuous anymore.

Immediately, she stopped looking at Zhong Liqing, and did not explain much, but nodded to the patriarch of the concubine clan: "Let's take a rest first, and discuss other matters later."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Zhong Liqing's sad and annoyed stare behind her, she left.

Walk chicly, but also ruthlessly.

After Jun Mo resigned, Lin Yunxi exchanged some polite words with the patriarch of the concubine clan, and then the members of the mission were taken to their residences to rest.

I don't know if someone got in the way and put Zhong Liqing in the most remote room.

In the dead of night, sitting in the room for a long time, Zhong Liqing was still out of breath, and slipped out of the door after hiding her figure. After searching for a long time, she finally found Jun Moci's room.

Looking from a distance, she turned off the lights early, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep... If she was not very familiar with her breath, Zhong Liqing would not be able to tell where Jun Moci was from the courtyard that was not different.

Carefully pushing open the door, in the darkness, that person was like Mu Yuehua, shrouded in a thin halo, and at a glance, it was her figure sitting upright.

His figure is as tall and straight as bamboo, and his aura is as cold as frost. Even a hazy outline is exciting.

Zhong Liqing narrowed her eyes, ignoring the flashing throbbing in her heart, walked slowly to her side and sat down, watching her take a sip of wine contentedly, then glanced at the wine jug on the table and the other Empty wine cup, can't tell what's in her heart - looking at this posture, it seems that she has expected that she will come.

"The name of this wine is Leng Chalcedony, and it is a specialty of the Yan clan. The recipe for making it has long been lost. There are only three pots left in the world from the stock left by the ancestors. This pot is the treasure of the patriarch of the Yan clan—— - Taste it?" Jun Moci spoke, but was persuading him to drink, and against the sound of the wine dripping into the wine cup, Lingling's voice was surprisingly tender and affectionate.

"Well, it is indeed a rare fine wine... But, compared to it, I still prefer the monkey wine from Baimang Mountain in Beihai," Zhong Liqing stared at the light blue wine in the glass, lowered his voice, almost murmured He said to himself, "If I had the chance to drink another glass, I wouldn't think the wine tasted bland."

"Oh? It's really as good as you said? I don't know where this Beihai Baimang Mountain is? If you want to drink, send someone to get it." Jun Moci paused his hand holding the cup, as if he didn't notice Zhong Li There was deep meaning in Qing's words, and she responded casually, but her voice suddenly cooled down—what kindness and tenderness was really her illusion.

Why should the high and mighty Lord of the Palace of Ban Que be gentle to her, who is so petite?

Zhong Liqing laughed at herself, raised her neck and drank the remaining cold chalcedony, not caring if she would be blamed for being a waste of money, she put the empty wine cup upside down on the table, making a crisp "pop" sound.

Boundless silence spread, the atmosphere became oppressive, and there was a kind of stalemate tension, as if wrestling, no one was willing to speak first.

After a while, her forehead throbbed and she felt a little inexplicably drowsy. Zhong Liqing shook her head and couldn't help asking: "Since Cun Xin is Yan Ji's sword, why did it fall into Tan Jia's hands? And I Why can you subdue Cun Xin?"

"Sometimes, knowing too much may not be a good thing." After waiting for a while, he didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he gave a sincere warning.

Zhong Liqing didn't know why, as if a fire was burning in her heart, she couldn't help but sneered and said: "That's right, I'm just a furnace, what right do I have to know so much?"

"...Do you have to talk to me like this?" After a long time, Jun Moci sighed and put down the wine cup, as if he wanted to touch Zhong Liqing's face, but she avoided it.

"Your Majesty's words are serious, how dare I disobey Your Majesty?" Pretending to be intimate, she climbed onto Jun Moci's shoulders, Zhong Liqing squeezed her throat and laughed gruffly, but her eyes were cold, "It's late at night, Your Majesty Do you want a concubine to sleep in?"

"No need, you have a good rest... Leave for the Jiang Clan tomorrow." Jun Moci clasped her wrist with his backhand, and when she was about to break free, his warm fingertips lightly brushed the throbbing forehead— — Zhong Liqing only felt a burst of drowsiness, but she fell straight into her arms and fell asleep.

Gently picking up Zhong Liqing who was in a coma, Jun Moci's eyes softened, but there was a hint of sadness. After staring at her for a long time, he took a step forward with her in his arms - this step, but stepped into into a chaos of ripples.

The next moment, Jun Moci appeared in her room with her in his arms.

Just as she was about to put her on the bed, her gentle expression suddenly turned cold, her phoenix eyes turned slightly, and she looked towards a figure hidden in the dark—she didn't see any movement, but a silver gleam flashed in her eyes .

He heard an extremely suppressed cry of pain from outside, and a faint smell of blood emerged.

"Get out." She flicked her sleeves to drive away the bloody smell, and at the same time said casually to the man kneeling on the ground covered in sweat in the yard.

The man bit his lips tightly, his face so pale that his blood faded appeared under the moonlight, it was actually Tan Xinjue - he looked at the closed door, with a bit of despair in his pain.

The extremely terrifying coercion suddenly dissipated, he covered his deformed arm with all his strength, and fled in embarrassment.

After a night of no dreams, after waking up, Zhong Liqing couldn't remember what happened after she went to find Jun Moci last night.

Feeling gloomy and unwilling to pursue it, Zhong Liqing didn't even care about the undercurrents of the concubine family, and nestled into the corner of the flying boat by herself. Apart from gloating after finding Tan Xinjue's left arm hanging unnaturally, I can't get up anymore.

After the flying boat started, he let go of his consciousness, but heard Lin Yunxi questioning Jun Moci: "Master, why did you want to cripple Tan Xinjue's arm?"

--Um?

Zhong Liqing's immediate reaction was not that Jun Moci had crippled Tan Xinjue's arm, but how her own consciousness could penetrate Lin Yunxi's barrier?

While wondering, it did not prevent her from eavesdropping.

"He made a mistake and deserves to be punished—this deity only crippled his left hand, for the sake of the Tan family." Jun Moci said flatly.

"Master, do you know that now that Jiang San hasn't woken up yet, Tan Xinjue has lost his arm again... When he arrives in the Jiang Clan, how should he explain to the elders of the Jiang Clan? Then Zhong Liqing, how many people do you want to blame?" Lin Yunxi asked angrily again.

"Lin Yunxi, don't meddle in this deity's affairs. This is the last reminder. Once again, there will be more than thirty Soul Eater whips." Jun Moci still said lightly, but it seemed that he had discovered Zhong Liqing's presence. Like eavesdropping, a soft spiritual force pushed her consciousness back, and she could no longer hear what the two of them said behind them.

Zhong Liqing moved impatiently, trying not to look in Jun Moci's direction, her heart was sweet and sour, the corners of her lips could not help but curl up, but her brows could not help frowning, she knew what she was like without looking in the mirror How weird her appearance is - she doesn't want to teach others to see her embarrassment, and even she can't figure out her thoughts at the moment... She really doesn't know how to face this sword king.

Forget it, since you can't figure it out, let's put it aside for the time being, and calm down with each other, it's not a bad idea.

She is going to see A Niang soon, she should be happy... After all, in her heart, there is nothing more important than going to Jiang Clan to meet A Niang.

The author has something to say: Knock on the blackboard: The monkey wine from Baimang Mountain in Beihai, the first glass of wine that the young master invited when he was picking up girls, I said that I was deeply impressed and unforgettable.