Do not accept to fight!

It was night, and a group of people arrived at the sub-helm of the beggar gang in Lincheng.

Different from the dilapidated thatched hut of the main rudder in Ancheng, the sub-rudder of Lincheng is composed of several large tile-roofed houses. Although it looks a bit old, it will not leak air everywhere.

As the gang leader, Qu Xiran was naturally assigned to the largest room.

And the other one that was relatively good was given to Ling Xiaoxiao.

Of course, the house that the beggar gang thinks is good, in the eyes of Ling Xiaoxiao, the young master, is not as good as the place where the members of the Thunderbolt sect live.

However, it is shabby and shabby, but the tables, chairs and beds are unexpectedly clean and tidy.

He walked to the square table with a sullen face and sat down. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted up his cuffs and put his fingers on them.

The person at Thunderbolt Gate knocked on the door and said, "Young Master."

Ling Xiaoxiao quickly put down his sleeves, and whispered, "Come in."

With a "squeak", the door opened, and it was one of the entourage who came in, looking at him worriedly.

I don't know how to speak.

Ling Xiaoxiao narrowed his eyes, and under the candlelight, his face was as beautiful as jade, "What's the matter?"

"We just live in the sub-helm of the beggar gang, really..." Okay?

In fact, he was more worried about the poison in Ling Xiaoxiao's body, but he was too embarrassed to mention it, after all, it was a man's matter.

Ling Xiaoxiao glanced at him indifferently, and frowned slightly, "Your worry is not unreasonable, but right now there is no other way but to be patient for now."

One reason is that everyone lost their wallets, and the other reason is that they don't want to expose their whereabouts, especially to other people in Thunderbolt Gate.

Under the big tile-roofed house, in a small black room similar to a basement, Lingnan held a candlestick in his hand, and pressed his elixir ear against the earthen wall, conveying the overheard conversation word by word.

The others sat on their small benches, forming a small circle, gnawing sugarcane and analyzing.

Lingyue took a bite, wiped the corner of her mouth and asked, "Why don't they want to reveal their whereabouts?"

Qu Xiran pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe it's an internal disagreement."

Moreover, the hero order sent to Thunderbolt Gate by the Martial Arts League should be on this Ling Xiaoxiao.

Ah Xiang cut another one, handed it to Lingyue, nodded in agreement and said: "What the leader analyzed is that there is information that the Thunderbolt Gate was actually founded by the two brothers Ling Zhentian and Ling Aotian. It's just Ling Aotian's innate roots It’s not good, it’s hard to achieve great success in martial arts, and Ling Zhentian has accumulated power for a long time, and finally the position of sect master fell on him.”

Lingnan added: "Then Ling Batian also has a son, who is two years younger than Ling Xiaoxiao."

Qu Xiran nodded, and said, "It's all just speculation, and it's hard to come to a conclusion right now."

After hearing this, Lingyue curled her lips in boredom, "It's just housework, what's the point. Elixir, what else are they talking about?"

The elixir showed embarrassment, and whispered: "They are saying that the gang leader has a deep plan and has to guard against it." After a pause, he asked in a daze, "Could it be because they didn't eat eagles?"

Qu Xiran, "..."

other people,"……"

Lingyue came back to her senses, and said righteously: "Hey, how dare you say that about the leader! It's outrageous!"

Qu Xiran smiled coldly, "Let them find food by themselves tomorrow morning."

Everyone said in unison: "Good idea."

Just when he wanted to announce that he would go back to each house and take an early rest, the task came again.

[Ling Xiaoxiao's suspicion index exploded, surpassing the originally set maximum limit of 500, successfully activating the hidden mission - reversing fate, finding the person who framed him] Qu Xiran's little nerves that had just relaxed tensed up again, his face darkened, His eyes are serious.

He has already received two tasks, one is to participate in the martial arts conference, but he has not yet arrived; the other is to establish the image of the Beggar Clan, and he has just made a clear direction, but another task comes.

And isn't it related to itself?

【Hidden Mission】

Original background: Ling Xiaoxiao, the young master of the Thunderbolt Sect, was born in Yu Country. His mother died young, and he began to practice martial arts with his father since he was a child.

He is outstanding in martial arts, and is hailed by the world as the most beautiful man in the Central Plains. When he was an adult, he was supposed to inherit the position of sect master, but his reputation was discredited due to a martial arts competition.

Location: Qianmeng Mountain, Wulin League

Content: Reverse Ling Xiaoxiao's fate and find out who framed him

Reward: 20000 points, 30000 points

map:……

Ling Xiaoxiao...

50000 points!

Qu Xiran was full of complexities in his heart. He was happy that the reward points were increasing, but also the difficulty of the tricky task was unprecedentedly high.

He has always been doing tasks related to his own character, and he was caught off guard when he suddenly received a task that asked him to take care of others.

What should I do?

no idea.

Especially when the other party still doubted him, even the hidden mission was started because of suspicion.

Qu Xiran was silent for a while, then whispered, "Tomorrow morning..."

Everyone, "??"

"Hey, let's find something to eat with the people from Thunderbolt Gate."

Everyone, "..."

**

In the dead of night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Xu Shi had something on his mind, Qu Xiran tossed and turned, sleeping very restlessly.

Suddenly, there were slight footsteps in the room, and there was more than one person.

If he hadn't slept lightly, he really wouldn't have noticed the abnormality.

In the middle of the night, if you come to jump on the roof of the beggar gang's sub-helm, you must not just pass by.

With his fingers touching the poisoned dagger next to the pillow, and a piece of anti-drug pill in his mouth, Qu Xiran half-closed his eyes, staring at the door and windows, always on guard.

But for a long time, no one broke into the door.

Did it really pass by?

No, not possible!

It seems that the target is not me, then it will be...

not good!

He was startled, before he had time to put on his coat, he hurriedly put on his shoes, quickly opened the door and ran towards the opposite house.

If you come to the territory of the Beggar Gang but you are not a member of the Beggar Gang, who else can you attack?It must be the kid Ling Xiaoxiao!

He took a breath and kicked open the door.

There was already a masked man in the room pointing his sword at the unresponsive Ling Xiaoxiao on the bed.

Too late, this is too far away.

Qu Xiran was quick to wit, and shouted into the room, "Lingyue—the elixir, Lingnan!"

The moment the other party looked up and was distracted, he ran into the house like a gust of wind, and threw the unsheathed dagger directly at the other party.

Right in the face of the masked man, the other party let out an "Ah—" unpreparedly, swung his sword and flicked the dagger at Ling Xiaoxiao's body.

Even though he was hit on the knee with a heavy dagger, Ling Xiaoxiao didn't react at all, it seems that he was drugged.

Qu Xiran lost his life-saving weapon, subconsciously quickly took out the medicine powder in his bosom, and threw it forward forcefully.Before he could retreat, a chill ran down his spine.

Someone is behind!

He reacted quickly and rolled forward, narrowly dodging the cold sword's edge.

When the opponent was about to make a move again, Lingnan and Lingyao had already arrived with hidden weapons, and they quickly sealed the important acupuncture points.

Lingyue flew over, hit the head with a blow, and smashed the man's head with gold stars, and immediately became weak and passed out.

Seeing that both of them were subdued, Qu Xiran breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and stood up, taking the clothes from the elixir.

"What audacity! Dare to act wildly on the territory of our beggar gang!" Lingyue walked over, grabbed the opponent's hair, and vigorously tore off the black mask.

"People from the Western Regions!" Ah Xiang raised a candle and said in surprise.

Qu Xiran rubbed his slightly sore wrist, his voice was a little hoarse: "Elixir, Lingyue, drag these two people out first, Ah Xiang, come here and show Brother Ling."

The large amount of medicinal powder passed by just now, probably Ling Xiaoxiao also inhaled a lot.

Ah Xiang nodded.

The person on the bed moved.

"I'm already awake." Ling Xiaoxiao got up slowly, but felt his limbs were weak, and he couldn't pull himself up no matter what.

He barely pulled out the arrow stuck in the side of his neck that had been soaked in a lot of drug, and with a very bad expression, he took out a pill from his pocket, bit it open and swallowed it.

The originally jet-black hair had been scorched into a horrible mess, and the corners of the mouth were black and twitching non-stop, "Who injected the poison!"

Qu Xiran casually pointed to the person who was being dragged out by Lingyue's ankle, "That's him."

Ling Xiaoxiao immediately became murderous, wishing he could rush over and tear people into pieces.

Ah Xiang looked sideways... Chief, this seems to be poisoned by me.

After Ling Xiaoxiao had almost recovered, he jumped out of the bed nimbly, but there was still a black mark between his brows that hadn't dissipated, ruining a lot of beauty.

A variety of complex emotions flashed in his eyes, he sighed silently in his heart, cupped his fists towards Qu Xiran, and said, "Thank you, Chief Bai, for your rescue."

The person he wanted to guard against ended up saving his life.

Qu Xiran put away the dagger and returned the salute with a calm tone: "Brother Ling, you're welcome, it's a little effort."

You are worth 50000 points anyway, you can't die casually.

Ling Xiaoxiao wiped his face, and said very seriously: "No, I, Ling Xiaoxiao, have written down the life-saving favor of Chief Bai, and I will definitely repay it in the future!"

Qu Xiran narrowed his eyes, and no longer refused, but asked curiously: "Mr. Ling has a problem with people from the Western Regions?"

"It should be a subordinate who is neither male nor female!" Mentioning this person, Ling Xiaoxiao hated his teeth itchingly.

Back in the room, Lingyue, who was about to report to Qu Xiran, raised her voice and asked, "Shamanya, the leader of the Holy Church?"

Ling Xiaoxiao, "That's right, he is the only one who hates me to the bone."

"Hey, it's not because of the title of the most beautiful man in the world, is it?"

Ling Xiaoxiao glanced at her, nodded, then shook his head again, "Not only."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk too much, Lingyue didn't want to gossip anymore, so she quickly got down to business: "Master, there are three of them, and they all came here on horseback."

Qu Xiran was taken aback, "Why are there three people?"

"Yes, two people came to kill Mr. Ling, one of them was watching the horses outside the helm, and was spotted by the six sons on duty at night, and they captured him on the spot."

Qu Xiran nodded, "Let's leave it to Brother Ling to handle it."

"Yes." Lingyue understood.

The leader of the gang meant that the horse would stay and the man would give it to him.

At this time, the elixir ran in, and said in a hurried tone, "Master, they committed suicide by taking poison."

Ling Xiaoxiao seemed to have expected it long ago, not surprised, Qu Xiran was silent for a moment, and said: "Find a place to bury it."

You can't always stay at the sub-helm.

Throwing corpses in the wild will damage the image of the beggars.

After hearing this, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

They made a lot of noise, but no one from Thunderbolt Gate came to check the situation.Qu Xiran sighed silently, fearing that it was more than auspicious.

Sure enough, among the six members of Thunderbolt Sect, only Ling Xiaoxiao survived in the end.

"Brother Ling, my condolences."

"Heh." Ling Xiaoxiao smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered his eyes and said, "It's okay, I've already gotten used to it."

Life and death, he has long realized.

So are those around him.

So when they went on the road again, another young master of the Thunderbolt Gate was added to the five-member brigade of the Patch of the Beggars' Gang.

With some helplessness, he tugged at his shabby clothes, which were as worn out as a beggar, and couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Do I have to dress like this?"

Ah Xiang smiled kindly, "Young Master Ling, it's more low-key this way, and you're relatively safer."

Really can't see where it is low-key.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Qu Xiran, happened to meet his gaze, and couldn't help sighing: "Hey, Chief Bai..."

Lingyue murmured dissatisfiedly: "The boss kindly lent you the clothes, how dare you despise them!"

"Lingyue." Qu Xiran interrupted her complaining, and smiled gently at Ling Xiaoxiao, "Brother Ling, since you want to go on the same path with us, it's better to follow my gang's style."

Anyway, we only have this set, you can go naked without wearing it.

Ling Xiaoxiao also understood this truth, he was dressed in snow white, he was a bit conspicuous in the crowd of gaudy pudding outfits, not to mention that the clothes were already stained with poison, which was already used by Lingyue.

Except for a paper fan and a pack of pills, Ling Xiaoxiao had nothing else on him, so he really had to rely on the gang of beggars along the way.

wrong!

And my hero post!

"Miss Lingyue!" Ling Xiaoxiao broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Have you seen my hero post?"

"No." Lingyue ran down a strand of hair on her chest and asked, "Are you on the helm?"

Ling Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, "No, I hid it in my sleeve."

The elixir carelessly leaned over and said, "It must have been burnt together with the clothes."

Ling Xiaoxiao turned pale with shock, "What? What should I do!"

Because of the poisonous powder last night, the ends of her carefully washed hair are still a little curly, and the black and blue marks at the corners of her mouth have not faded away. Although it hurts her appearance, she looks much more pleasing to the eye.

Ah Xiang comforted: "It's okay, Mr. Ling, the hero posts of our gang have also been burned."

Ling Xiaoxiao, "..."

Not comforted at all.

What kind of sect is this?

Ling Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, and couldn't help calling out: "Bai Gangzhu."

"Brother Ling, don't be afraid." There was a faint smile on Qu Xiran's face, and his eyes seemed to be a little clearer, "There will be a way to go up the mountain."

All the beggars nodded in unison.

A "someone above us" look on his face.

Seeing this, Ling Xiaoxiao didn't say much anymore.

It seems that the rumors in the Jianghu are somewhat credible. The leader of the beggar gang really has a lot to do with the current martial arts leader.

Two days later, they arrived at Qianmeng Mountain near Baicheng.

The mountain is not high but very steep. The mountain is full of greenery, the path is winding and winding, and there are many people guarding it.

Lingyue sorted out the small bag on her shoulder, lowered her voice and asked, "Guangzhu, what should I do?"

What else can I do?

You can't force your way in.

Qu Xiran said, "Go and report my name."

"This..." Can it work?

Lingyue was a little hesitant. In fact, they didn't know exactly what happened back then. They only heard the result from the gang leader, which was that he announced that he would completely sever ties with his uncle and never set foot in Qianmeng Mountain again.

In all fairness, the gang leader's temper is not bad, since such a decisive result, the process must not be good.

Ah Xiang patted her on the shoulder, "You can go if the boss tells you to."

"Okay." Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

She gathered herself together, and spoke to the members of the Wulin League neither humble nor overbearing.

Unexpectedly, the other party was unexpectedly easy to talk, and let them pass without asking anything.

Seeing that Ling Xiaoxiao was amazed, "It turns out that you can go up the mountain without a hero post..."

The elixir smiled and said, "Of course, the leader of the gang will never lie."

Qu Xiran, "Cough, let's go."

He really didn't say a few words of truth.

Martial Arts League——Located on the mountainside of Qianmeng Mountain, it is a huge organization established by well-known people in the martial arts. It has a wide range of forces and a strong ability to gather.

The leader of the martial arts alliance is equivalent to the leader in the Jianghu, who can sit on the coveted seat of the Jianghu people and stand out from many famous people. This uncle of Bai Moyu is by no means an ordinary person.

Qu Xiran lowered his head and thought all the way.

It wasn't until Lingyue called him that he stopped his thoughts and raised his head: "Are you here?"

"Not yet." Lingyue raised her eyebrows, showing disdain on her face, "It's just something that doesn't have eyes."

Qu Xiran took a closer look.

Oh, what a holy religion.