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"What's going on?" Xiao Jianshen, who had been watching for a while, finally asked Fu Tinghuan in a low voice.

Covered by half of the white gauze, everyone saw Xiao Jianshen holding the pot and pouring tea for Fu Tinghuan, but they didn't see Fu Tinghuan's hand resting on his knee besides the hand supporting his chin. He was held by Xiao Jianshen.

Xiao Jianshen originally just held this hand in the palm of his hand and massaged it, but then the conversation in the square was too long and boring, so he took out a red thread from the embroidery of his clothes in a bored way, and put it on Fu Tinghuan's hand first. He tied a knot on his little finger, and then tied a knot on his own little finger.

In this way, two fingers are pulled by one line, and the two fingers are connected with one heart.

Fu Tinghuan knew that the real Guhong Sword was in his hands, and everyone in the square was trying to figure it out for a fake one.

If it was changed to the past, he would have to take advantage of it secretly, and take advantage of this situation in every possible way.

But for some reason today, since sitting with Xiao Jianshen, he has been a little restless, especially when Xiao Jianshen took the red silk thread, imitating the marriage thread to connect the fingers of the two, Although he didn't see much on the surface, his heart was already full of joy.

After he said a word just now, he was no longer in a hurry to take care of the personnel outside, but turned around, and replied in a low voice: "...It's an old grievance, the story Du Wuji told, The woman is a person in a dangerous building, and the man is an old man who has been the head of Yiling Temple. He has a special status and a high level of seniority. Therefore, when this happened, Yiling Temple was unwilling to spread it and wanted to keep the man. I have a tacit understanding, and from then on I don’t care about the rest of Dangerous Building’s actions except for its meanness and insidiousness.”

Xiao Jian pondered for a while: "I don't know that there are other respected people besides Lingquan Daoist and his juniors in Yiling Temple."

Fu Tinghuan smirked: "He has practiced in the cave in the back mountain since the incident happened. Although he didn't say anything, everyone who knows what happened back then knows that he went to the death test. I'm afraid he won't be in this life again. Appear in front of people." Speaking of this, he stopped, his eyes glanced at the people in the square, "...But now, I'm afraid I can't come out, and I can't do it if I don't come out."

First there is "Tingfenger" Du Wuji who told the story first, and then Fu Tinghuan, the owner of the dilapidated building, admitted the latter.

The heroes in the square couldn't help whispering and discussing.

Noisy and loud voices rose and fell in the sky above Yiling Temple. Taoist Lingquan looked around, but saw that all the heroes who had restrained just now showed disdain and disgust, and Fu Qingqiu and Monk Mingxin who he specially invited to help , also frowning deeply, with a puzzled look on his face.

All of a sudden, his hands covered in the wide-sleeved robe trembled slightly.

The Master Qingri had spoken on behalf of the heroes many times before, and now he pressed his hand, and everyone couldn't help being a little quiet, just watching him speak.

He stared at the three of them with burning eyes: "The Taoist priest said that it is worth a hundred years to have a good reputation. If this matter is serious, we might as well deal with this matter first, and then talk about the rest."

All three of the Lingquan Taoists were silent.

However, it didn't take long before Fu Qingqiu moved his ear behind his hair, took a step forward unexpectedly, nodded, and said, "Yes, this matter should be resolved first. You all have a satisfactory answer."

The heroes who forced Yiling Temple were stunned. They didn't know why Fu Qingqiu, who was standing on the side of Lingquan Taoist priest, said this sentence suddenly.

On the contrary, Taoist Lingquan and Monk Mingxin heard something one after another, and their eyes turned to the same direction, Taoist Lingquan's complexion became even more serious——

A little Taoist priest soon appeared in everyone's sight.

He described it as a mess, and when he ran to Lingquan Taoist priest from a distance, there was a large amount of blood on the hem of his gray clothes.

The crowd saw the little Taoist priest's face full of grief, and thought that another murder had occurred in this spiritual temple, but they didn't want him to bow his head heavily and cry, "Master Master, the old man has passed away!"

Although Taoist Lingquan had a premonition, when he actually heard it, he was still in great pain and almost staggered.

The former head teacher was his mentor, and he treated him like his own son; when this old man was born, Taoist Lingquan was already middle-aged, and when he looked at the young child, he only felt like his own son, just like that. When the events of that year came out, the Taoist priest of Lingquan had no choice but to show mercy and deal with the other party according to the rules of the sect.

Didn't expect it to end up like this.

When a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, the love of a teacher and the affection of nurturing are incomplete.

But he quickly came to his senses, and he asked, "...how did you get there?"

The little Taoist blushed.

He said: "The conversation here has reached the ears of the uncle...the uncle heard it...and said, 'People are doing what the sky is watching, it's not that they don't report, it's not time yet', then...suddenly pulled out the long stick on the wall Sword, cut open the chest, took out the heart... and said, "Zhibai, although I am sorry for you, I love you in the end. When you said you have no eyes, and you said that I am a wolf... I wish I could cut it open for you to see, now you see it." ...it's still red...'"

"After saying this sentence, the uncle died." After saying this, the little Taoist hid his face in his sleeves and burst into tears.

At this moment, except for the members of Yilingguan and the few women present who felt sad, most of them showed impatience and had no intention of being involved in this kind of love entanglement between men and women.

"Stupid." At this time, Fu Tinghuan, who was driving, also sneered.

Xiao Jian looked sideways at Fu Tinghuan, slightly surprised by the coldness on the other's face: "Why are you so angry?"

"I hate this kind of hypocrisy, cowardly and surviving people the most in my life." Fu Tinghuan's brows were filled with disdain and hostility, "If he is really a villain, I respect him for his magnanimity, and I will give him a happy heart; If he is a real gentleman, I respect him for his magnanimity, and I will go up to him and give him a good time. But for such a person who follows the crowd and has lost his life and reputation, even if I kill him, I will feel my hands are dirty!"

Xiao Jianshen replied calmly: "Judging from the results, this person is the biggest winner."

Fu Tinghuan: "..." He was suddenly unable to complain...

Just at this time, someone outside suddenly said with disdain, "It is said that he is dead, but I don't know if he is really dead or fake death."

This sudden sentence almost aroused the fury of the Yiling Temple disciple who was still immersed in grief, but Fu Tinghuan's eyes flashed in the golden chariot, and he said loudly: "That's right."

This is the first time he took the initiative to speak out in the crowd.

A young girl who had known the idea for a long time stepped forward and pulled up the other half of the gauze curtain on the golden chariot.So Xiao Jianshen, who was sitting on the other side, was no longer covered, and entered the eyes of everyone.

It was as if a sudden gust of wind passed by.

Everyone who was ready to meet a stunning beauty saw Xiao Jianshen at the first sight, only to feel that the white became black, the female became male, the sun, moon, and stars were all reversed, they were stunned!

Taking another look at Fu Tinghuan, who was standing side by side with Xiao Jianshen, he suddenly felt deeply puzzled: But how can any man tolerate himself standing side by side with Xiao Jianshen?

Any man will be rendered less like a man by that person!

Especially those who are as gorgeous as Fu Tinghuan.

These two people are together, really like the scorching sun and the bright moon, jade and jade make a pair, doesn't it - doesn't it remind people of some bad associations?

When Fu Tinghuan stepped out of the golden chariot, the red thread intertwined with Xiao Jianshen on his little finger hadn't been untied yet. Fortunately, the silk thread that Xiao Jianshen took out just now was long enough, and both of them were wide The sleeves of the robe, so the people around didn't see the clue.

Fu Tinghuan didn't even see the clue.

At this time, Fu Tinghuan, who was standing under the car first, had already stretched out his hand to Xiao Jianshen, as if intending to help Xiao Jianshen out of the car, just like what Xiao Jianshen did when he married the "Prince Concubine".

Xiao Jianshen felt it was interesting, so he really put his hand on Fu Tinghuan's, and then got off the car reservedly, and hooked his fingers on the other's palm by the way.

With this hook, Fu Tinghuan felt that his heart was hooked unsteadily.

The heroes in the arena were still awed by His Royal Highness's face, and regretted that they missed this little fun in the lover's world.

Fu Tinghuan calmed down secretly for a while, threw away Xiao Jianshen's hand, and stood there, without looking at the people around him, only said to Lingquan Taoist priest: "The woman in this matter is under the door of the dangerous building. Then I told the Taoist priest that the matter is not over, and I will ask the Taoist priest for an explanation in the future, I don’t know if the Taoist priest still remembers it?"

"Not bad." Taoist Lingquan said.

"Today—" Fu Tinghuan said again.

Xiao Jianshen found that he seemed to like teasing Fu Tinghuan more and more.This kind of liking seems to have overcome time and place, and began to brush up his own sense of existence all the time—and it also made Xiao Jianshen want to touch each other all the time.Even if it's nothing or meaningless, even if it's just a pinch on the other person's face.

Do it when you think of it.

Xiao Jianshen gently pulled the red thread, Fu Tinghuan's little finger was pulled immediately, he was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the silk thread on his finger had not been untied.But he quickly came to his senses, ignoring the troublemaker next to him, and continued: "The heroes are here today, and the matter has been revealed again. It's time to solve everything..."

Xiao Jianshen pulled the red line again.

Fu Tinghuan: "..." He was angry and pulled back forcefully!

When the strength is transmitted from the little finger, it is light and floating, and it can't even shake the hanging fingertips.

But Xiao Jianshen was willing, and complacently floated along with the strength, and floated to Fu Tinghuan's side.In the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Jianshen suddenly took a step forward with lightness, as if stepping forward to support the guard.

Fu Tinghuan also found out.He couldn't laugh or cry, he was almost in no mood to deal with the current matter. Under his absent-mindedness, he changed his tone, and his tone became much gentler: "But this time has come to such an end, and it is not what I wished that day...... I will help Yiling Temple to set up a mourning hall first, and we will worship together, and then it will not be too late to discuss with him."

As soon as these words were uttered, no matter it was Yilingguan or other martial arts heroes, they all felt acceptable.

Laying the mourning hall and worshiping at Yiling Temple, at least for the time being, saves face and does not have to confront everyone immediately; and for the martial arts heroes, it is their opportunity to "help" Yiling Temple laying the mourning hall. The directors of each exhibition inquired about the news of Gu Hongjian.

So after a brief silence, Taoist Priest Lingquan nodded at Yilingguan, and Master Qingri nodded at the Wulin Heroes. First, the mourning hall was set up, and he took a lot of linen clothes from the storeroom to put on, and then invited the son of the former headmaster. For the remains, arrange the remains for them, put them in the temple, and carry them all the way to the mourning hall.

All the heroes along the way followed.

When they entered the back mountain, they could only see the walls standing thousands of feet high, and the caves were scattered, each of them was as deep as an entrance leading directly to the ground.

After entering the cave, I saw handwriting carved on the wall of the simple cave, which became round due to frequent wiping. There were also various cabinets and clothes in it, and there were traces of long-term life everywhere.

And look at that man in the Taoist robe of Yilingguan, with a face like a crown jade but a sad body, with a big hole in his chest, sitting breathlessly, is it the son of the former head of the sect or who?

"Sure enough, it's Shen Hongya." Someone in the crowd suddenly said, "I met him five years ago, and it's true that a good thing is coming for Yiling Temple that day, but I haven't heard any news about him in the past five years."

Just now, everyone couldn't bear to listen to the emotional drama of idiot men and women, but seeing them face to face, most of them also felt a little bit of embarrassment. It was not short, and the rather weird sword was taken off, and it was properly placed into the coffin together with the arranged body.

Before going to the mourning hall, the incense candles are ready.

Everyone burned incense one by one, and a martial arts representative asked a spirit temple: "Shen Hongya stopped here, but where does Xie Shaoxia stop? Now that we have burned incense here, we should also go to Xie Shaoxia's side." one trip."

Taoist Lingquan still had wrinkles all over his face. At this moment, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be like cast iron, no matter what happened again, he couldn't shake the slightest bit of them.He nodded and said: "Side naturally stops in the meditation. If you want to burn a stick of incense, you will go with the poor."

Fu Tinghuan and Xiao Jianshen fell behind the crowd.

Xiao Jianshen said casually: "The Guhong Sword in the One Spirit Temple is in the hands of Shen Hongya, it is the black sword."

Fu Tinghuan didn't turn his face away, but said: "So sure?"

Xiao Jianshen said: "Intuition."

Fu Tinghuan wanted to say something.

Xiao Jianshen added another sentence: "My intuition has never been wrong."