[Thunderbolt] Your sister

With the complete destruction of the public court, the undercurrent of the suppressed martial arts is ready to move again, and Dingyou Nest, which was once deserted, begins to receive guests from all walks of life again.

Needless to say, Jia Minggong was in a good mood.

In addition to the steady stream of mission entrustments, Sorrow Luo Anchen and Shangguan seek their lives to return to Youyan Zhenghu, which will undoubtedly increase the considerable expected income.

He wasn't afraid of Lin Wushuang coming to make trouble.

If the person concerned cannot let go of the hatred of losing a loved one, there is no reason for others to interfere.

Even if Lin Wushuang strikes again and defeats Wei Wuji disastrously, it will not be able to appease the torment of the dark dust like being burned by fire and poison; besides, Wei Wuxiang is such a stubborn person, he keeps clamoring "Death will never let offenders be spared" ".

Although Lin Wushuang is an old friend of Ling Cangshui, and his strength is quite strong, he can't help Sorrow and Dark Chen to avenge - the so-called decent people are always bound by the rules of benevolence, justice and morality. Kill Wei Wuxiang directly.

There is no way to rely on light, and it will naturally return to darkness.In any case, it was Shouluo Anchen's own decision to return to the way of the killer, and Lin Wushuang could do nothing about it.

Thinking of this, Jia Minggong stroked his beard in satisfaction, sketched on the account book, and checked the recent entry.

A gust of wind blows, and the sorrowful dark dust returns with all directions.

Jia Minggong put down his wolf hair, squinted his old eyes to observe the expression of worrying and dark dust: "What's the result of the trip to Selfless Rock?"

"All the men and horses in the Famen are wiped out."

"But you still look angry, why?"

"Du Que Wei is selfless, he is not at Selfless Rock."

"Hmm..." Jia Minggong thought for a while, and tentatively asked, "What kind of vision did you see when you came back from outside?"

"The sun and the moon divide, day and night appear side by side."

"In the future, martial arts will fall into infinite crisis because of this. What do you think?"

"not my business."

"Hahaha... Indifference and ruthlessness are exactly the qualities that a killer needs. You have returned to the dark dust, and your heart has returned to the essence of a killer. You really didn't let me down." Jia Minggong was finally convinced that the former No. [-] killer of Youyan Zhengfu was heavy. Now that you are in the martial arts world, stop unnecessary probing immediately: "Is there a way to test the power of the non-cicada wings and thin-winged blades in this trip?"

"They don't deserve it!"

"These two weapons were modified from my study of the Cicada Wings Cheats. I originally wanted to use them against you. But you have come back, and I think you are the only one who can fully exert its power. You who have fallen into the dark dust and transformed, not only To shock the enemies, but also to impress others!"

Sorrow Luo Anchen didn't care, and walked away coldly.

Jia Minggong is very happy, with unlimited financial resources and help, Youyan Zhengfu will not fall down after all.

"Smile so happily, is there any big business coming?"

As soon as Shouluo Anchen left, Shangguan Xunming returned to Dingyou's Nest with a bloody bundle. Seeing the dark and happy look of the old man's owner, he couldn't help but want to complain.

"Hehe, Shangguan is looking for his life, and you and Shouluo Anchen will return, which is the guarantee of financial resources."

"Thank you so much for the compliment. The mission is complete, and the leader is here."

"very good."

At this moment, a figure appeared silently, and Shangguan looked back suddenly, Jia Minggong secretly said: "Huh? Uncommon momentum, is a master."

Blue clothes and blue hair, head full of amethyst, feather fan gently shaking.With a wave of his sleeves, a heavy bag landed on the counter.

"Oh, business."

Mr. Jia Ming's eyes lit up.

The man in blue pointed at the burden: "Employment and business, I hope you will not destroy the signboard."

"Jun Bao is satisfied with collecting people's money."

Jia Minggong answered simply, and the employer didn't say much, and left quickly.

"This kind of aura and this kind of foundation has its origin." Shangguan tilted his neck in thought for his life.

"You are interested in?"

"No. When the task comes, just do it. As for the others - I'm too lazy to ask."

"Haha, you have also found your killer style."

"Don't be flattered." Not wanting to continue chatting with this old man who smelled of copper, Shangguan turned around and left: "If you have a task, please notify me directly. You know where to find me."

"Hmm..." The smile on Jia Minggong's face faded a little.

It was the right decision to separate Shouluo Anchen from Shangguan in the name of mission and cultivation, and he would not allow Shouluo Anchen to waver.

There was a rustling sound, and a bamboo curtain swayed slightly in the empty front hall, and Jia Minggong's mind immediately went into a trance.

"Jia Minggong, let's take a look at the latest commission first. I am very curious about this distinguished guest."

"Yes."

Jia Minggong opened the package obediently, and dictated the contents of the letter to the person behind the curtain.

"Oh... a swordsman in black with black hair and an iron mask? When did such a character appear in the martial arts world? Is it a newcomer? Or..."

The unsatisfactory words stopped abruptly, and it was speechless meditation.After a while, he said: "Sorrowful Dark Chen still needs to devote himself to cultivation, and this business will be taken over by Shangguan. I want to know the information about the black-haired swordsman and the client."

"As ordered."

Jia Minggong immediately took the order and walked. Behind the bamboo curtain, a man fiddled with the feather fan in his hand, and with a movement of his body, Shi Shi ran away.

Heart-drawing Gu parasitizes the human brain, and the host of the infected Gu behaves the same as usual, and even has some self-awareness and thinking ability, but it is just a pawn after all.

"The string head."

Cuishanxing and others were worried about Xianshou's early exit in Tianbo Haomiao. Seeing Cang turn back, they got up one after another, with concern faintly showing in their eyes.

"My fellow practitioners."

"Xian Shou, can this trip benefit the vision of the Central Plains?"

"It has been confirmed that it is caused by fault junctions in the Demon Realm."

"Ah?! The faults in the Demon Realm are indeed connected!"

Upon hearing the bad news, the three Taoists all looked solemn, and it is not difficult to imagine the catastrophe that the Central Plains may encounter since then.

"Although the faults have been connected, the demon world still needs to lurk temporarily, integrate forces, and recuperate. After all, the seal of hundreds of years has had a great impact on the demon's body. The current priority is to eliminate the vision first. Hmm..."

"Xian Shou seems to be thinking." Cui Shanxing saw that Cang was thinking about something.

"This trip to Yundu Mountain, another incident happened. Zhao Muzun, the head of the martial arts court, was accused of killing Su Zhenzhen."

"Su is really dead?" Chi Yunran couldn't help being surprised: "What about Wuyu?"

"People in the drinking party once said that the sun and moon talent and Zhao Muzun acted together, and then they disappeared at the same time, and there must have been an accident."

"Sigh! I didn't expect Zhao Muzun to be an ambitious man." Chi Yunran had some friendship with Sun and Moon, and it was inevitable that he would be indignant when he heard the bad news.

"Now it seems that there are reasonable explanations for the actions of the public court at the beginning. Maybe... the second party that secretly colluded with the demon world is Zhao Muzun."

Cuishan Xing still can't forgive the public court's deal with the demon world and obstructing Xuanzong's matter of targeting Qiqiao Shentuo and Yuan'er. If it weren't for the strong intervention of the public court, the demon world may not have achieved its goal.

Cang did not respond to the views of fellow practitioners.He was thinking about something else.

"Since Zhao Muzun's identity has been exposed, and a major hidden danger will be eliminated in the Central Plains in the future, why is Xianshou worried?" As a fellow practitioner who has accompanied him for many years, Bai Xuepiao naturally understood what Xianshou's silence meant, so she asked aloud .

"I still have doubts in my mind."

"What is Xiansou suspicious about?"

"Liu Piaoxu. Yin Qiujun, the master of the hanging bridge."

"The Lord of the Hanging Bridge? The person who exposed Zhao Muzun is rumored to have been Zhao Muzun's friend."

"Qiqiao camel told Su Zhenzhen that Su Zhenzhen's body was hidden by Zhao Muzun on the platform of the Liuji overpass and sealed with a cloud coffin. This shows that Zhao Muzun wanted to target Su Zhenzhen for a long time, and the cloud coffin was sealed for Beware of the Japanese talent's 'concentration and gathering' tricks. But... Tan Wuyu's body is still missing. Zhao Muzun can't kill the Sun and Moon talent silently by himself, there must be someone to assist."

"Could it be that Xianshou suspects Yin Qiujun?"

"There is no conclusion yet. I will go to Yundu Mountain later, maybe two strangers can explain the way to eliminate the strange phenomenon. Fellow practitioners, please go to Huawaitian and try to sneak into the Duanji Hanging Bridge to investigate."

"Yes."

The three of them immediately acted according to the order, Cang lightly threw his whisk on his shoulders, and slowly stepped out of the sky.

Yin Qiao is a person with the utmost love and sexuality, and his best friend betrayed him. I am worried that he will go crazy...

Feng Qianxue's words were still replaying in the head of the six strings.

Judging from Yin Qiujun's reaction at the time, her worries seemed superfluous.

The pitch-black night gradually turned brighter, and after everyone left, the vast sky seemed extraordinarily quiet, only the sound of waves lapping against rocks remained.

Suddenly, a figure broke through several Taoist formations and rushed straight into the room of the head of the six strings.

"The rest of the Daozi are not here...very good."

Although his face was covered in white clothes, his sharp eyes still showed a cold light in the night. He looked around and quickly locked on the target: "This is... his usual sapphire wolf hair."

Immediately, he took out a silver needle that glowed with blue light and was as thin as a cow's hair, and inserted it into the Langhao brush on the table.

"There is only one hour left before dawn, and we must arrive at Yundu Mountain as soon as possible. Hmm... meet Saloman."

On Yundu Mountain, Xue Duanji had already exchanged some opinions on strange phenomena with Yiyingshu, and everyone waited for the arrival of Yin Qiujun and the "foreigner" he mentioned.

"Mr. Lao, I've been waiting for a long time." As the host, a page of books was courteous and courteous, and the blood-broken machine shook his head: "No, I also want to see that strange person in your mouth."

Feng Qianxue looked at Xueduanji and then at Cang, and couldn't help asking curiously: "The old man has a divination ability, and Xianshou can also contemplate the future. I wonder what the similarities and differences are between the two abilities?"

"Naturally it's different. The ability of divination lies in calculation, and the master can reach the level of seeing the details. As for my visualization of the future, it is based on observing changes in the celestial phenomena, and occasionally I get a hint of God's will."

Cang answered patiently, Xue Duanji also nodded frequently in agreement, Feng Qianxue stood next to the two of them, deeply feeling the aura of loneliness like an avalanche.

"...Uh, it means that one is microscopic and the other is macroscopic?" Feng Qianxue asked questions in the way she thought of, suppressing the twitching corners of her mouth.

"It's okay to understand like this."

"A page is long awaited."

The academic discussion was interrupted by Yin Qiujun, everyone turned their eyes and saw a strangely dressed woman following behind him.

It turned out to be a woman...

Feng Qianxue grinned at Yin Qiujun gossipingly, but unexpectedly, the owner of Duanji Hanging Bridge turned a blind eye, with a gentleman's expression on his face, "I'm a decent person and I want to do serious things and don't care about little kids".

"Who is this?" The spectator had an extraordinary bearing, and Xue Duanji turned to ask the Taoist of Yundu Shandong.

"The master of the Suspended Pole Bridge, Yin Qiujun."

Xueduanji was a bit strange: "I heard that the Lord of Duanji Hanging Bridge and Zhao Muzun are good friends."

"It happened in the past." Yin Qiujun shook his feather fan and showed a painful expression: "Misunderstanding Zhao Muzun, Yin Qiujun is ashamed of the world."

"The bridge owner has drawn a clear line with Zhao Muzun, so there is no need to blame yourself."

A page opened to comfort, but Feng Qianxue shuddered instantly.

Ashamed of the world?Wrong friend?

This degree of seriousness, this tone of a responsible martial arts pillar... as if possessed by Zhao Muzun.

The Yin Qiujun in her impression is sharp-tongued and unforgiving, selfish and afraid of being seen through, he does his own thing and doesn't take other people's evaluations seriously, when did he become righteous and swear to shoulder the justice of martial arts?

Such a performance would be normal for Zai Suzhen, Tan Wuyu, or even Mu Shaoai—but he happened to be Liu Piaoxu and Yin Qiujun.

She deeply felt that this Yin Qiujun made her feel strange and distant, like—like—like wearing a mask, although he performed very well and fit the style of a martial arts pillar, it was just A hard show.

Why did the Lord of the Suspension Bridge, who is seven points free and easy and three points arrogantly chant "destiny is nature, and willfulness is Tao", so far away in just a few days, as if a world away?

She suddenly didn't want to listen to the conversations of the congenital people so much, and retreated silently behind the head of the six strings.

Yin Qiujun introduced the bewildered astrologer Saloman to everyone, and the one-page book also introduced the hexagram blood breaker.

"Since everyone is here, let's ask the two of you to express your views on the strange phenomenon."

"Let me do it first." Saloman covered his face with a white gauze, and he could vaguely see the face under the gauze. It was very beautiful and had an exotic look. The crystal ball in his hand shone, and divination began.

The spirit of the ancestors, the muse of muse, bestowed upon me the form of all spirits.

"Three bewildered stars in the sky call three evil holes on the earth. In the southeast, the nobles handed down from generation to generation preserve the peace of youth in the mirror; under the red moonlight that never sees the sky, the Goddess of the Earth creates a dead place, and there are five different kinds of people who step into it." In the far north, the zenith, the city frozen in time, the years linger and refuse to leave. There are five kinds of difficulties in the three evil points: three evil stars attract three disaster stars, and the evil breath brought by the wind , the fire burns away the living beings, and the evil water hides the smell of death. The three disasters are wiped out, the sun and the moon are reborn, and the earth regains its vitality. Ah... I can only see this."

"Three disasters? Hmm..."

Too many metaphors and hints made Ye Tuling dizzy, Feng Qianxue was confused, trying to combine the actual personnel with Saloman's judgment, but there was still some confusion.

A page of the book pondered for a moment, and then invited blood to cut off the machine to calculate.

"I have already done calculations, but the one who calculates does not have a beautiful performance, so I can only explain briefly. If you want to eliminate Leiyang, you must first destroy the three stars. If you want to destroy the three stars, you must first break the three places. The corresponding places of the three stars are in the Zigong family in the southeast, and in the north. The mysterious city of immortality, and the most dangerous feng shui forbidden area in the south. As for the three disasters, I have a different opinion."

"How is it different?"

"The three calamities came about because of the catastrophe, and the name of the supreme instructor of the Great Sun Hall is the one-step lotus flower."

"You mean the three criminals who escaped from the Ten Thousand Sacred Rock?" Cang, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke because it was about a friend.

"These three people may not all be heinous, but their actions, whether intentional or unintentional, will cause catastrophe."

"Although the two have different opinions, they are consistent about the three stars. As long as the three places are broken, the abnormal phenomenon caused by the confused star can be resolved. But how to eliminate the blood moon phenomenon?"

"The blood moon is born from the blood sea, as long as the blood sea is broken, the blood moon will disappear naturally."

"Is there a way to break the sea of ​​blood?"

Saloman was obviously very confident, and pointed out the key point in one sentence: "Find someone who has practiced 'water lifts three thousand feet, waves roll hundreds of miles', and he can drive away the sea of ​​blood."

After saying that, Sha Luoman dropped a page of the book and the head of the six strings that he was still thinking about, and went straight to Yin Qiujun, leaned on Yin Qiujun as soon as his slender waist softened, and said delicately: "I'm tired, Yin Qiujun , help me go back."

Feng Qianxue, who was still immersed in the powerful magic stick aura that made people unable to hide, kept complaining, suddenly came back to her senses, staring at this scene in a daze, her eyeballs almost fell off.

What, what's the situation!

Hello everyone!

It turns out they are that kind of relationship!

It turns out that Yin Qiujun has suitors!

The peach blossom luck is not inferior to that of Zhao Muzun!

This kind of high-end, western-looking and high-grade beautiful girl is a hundred times stronger than the nympho that illusionist!

For a while, the senior monks and Taoists on Yundu Mountain and other onlookers were stunned by Saloman's sudden ambiguous behavior. Yin Qiujun frowned, and naturally saw Feng Qianxue's expression of opening the door to the new world, and immediately pushed the sandman stiffly. Roman.

"One page of the book, the first string, I will take my leave first."

"Please."

Feng Qianxue stared at Yin Qiujun's back, thinking, the bridge master's flirting skills have lost to Zhao Muzun... Wait, who will flirt in public? I really think too much! ! !Seeing how familiar they are, maybe Yin Qiujun is also behind his back! ! !

The heavy heart with mixed feelings has finally found an outlet, and the name of this outlet is - gossip.

When Yin Qiujun and Sha Luoman walked away, Xue Duanji said to a page of the book: "I still have a gift."

"Sir, please speak."

"Pay attention to the rain of blood from the sky, and the music of ghosts on the ground. This vision will bring catastrophe to the martial arts. Be careful, be careful."

"Thank you sir for reminding me."

With Xueduanji's departure, the Yundu Mountain God Stick Conference officially came to an end, and a page asked Cang, "What does Xianshou think about what the two of them said?"

"You can believe it, but you can't believe it all."

"Hmm... the sky is raining blood, and the ground is hearing ghost music. Is this another wave of catastrophe?"

A page of the book fell into deep thought, but Feng Qianxue was touched by this sentence to fragments of memory, frowning and looking at the sky, trying to capture the fleeting impression.

"Uh……"

"Feng Qianxue, what are you thinking?" The head of the six strings noticed her expression, and judged that there might be clues.

But listening to Feng Qianxue racking her brains and wandering around the world, she came out with a sincere sentence: "...a magic stick in troubled times."

"Ok?"

Squinting eyes widened a little.

Feng Qianxue suddenly came back to her senses: "Cough...I mean, I seem to have seen a record of blood rain in an ancient book."

"Oh? Which ancient book?"

"It's in my master's collection. I just read it as a casual book. It's not clear which one it is. I have to go back and look it up."

"Then trouble you to bring the book to Yundu Mountain as soon as possible."

"Senior Ye Yishu is polite, I'll just take a trip."

The Pit of Sin has not changed much. The broken walls and ruins are the remnants of Yiliu's attack in the past.

Feng Qianxue turned back directly to the small courtyard of the abandoned Confucianism, opened layers of barriers, and entered the library to search.

Facts have proved that her memory is still very secure. After searching for an hour, she finally found the extremely old ancient book that would shatter at the slightest touch.

The author of "Strange Tales of Mountains and Rivers" cannot be tested. Judging from the writing style, it should not be the work of everyone. It records some strange stories about the world at that time, mixed with travel notes and current reviews.

I don't know why such books are mixed into the collection of Fei Confucianism.

Carefully wrapping this fragile ancient book with a brocade handkerchief, leaving the Pit of Sin on the same route, when passing the bronze statue of the mad dragon, he stopped for a moment, thought about it, pulled a pile of weeds from his feet, and placed it on top of the bronze statue.

...and a straw nest was placed on top of the bronze statue of the former Lord of the Pit of Sin.

Well, very good, very suitable for little dragons who like to show cute.

Feng Qianxue walked towards Yundu Mountain with satisfaction, and halfway up the mountain, she saw Yin Qiujun from afar.

"Bridge Master."

Yin Qiujun turned to look at her: "Feng Qianxue, why are you still here?"

"Entrusted by Brahma, find a clue and report back now."

"You are enthusiastic."

"Isn't the bridge owner also very enthusiastic?"

Yin Qiujun replied casually but pointedly: "I can't stay out of it."

Feng Qianxue silently chewed on the feelings unintentionally revealed in his words, convinced that Yin Qiujun, the free and willful Liu Piaoxu, had indeed become foggy due to some reasons unknown to her.

Grinning a smile, she asked jokingly, "The master of the bridge is really good. Miss Saloman... is a beauty."

Yin Qiujun glanced at her sideways, and the feather fan lightly patted her forehead: "Girl, don't talk too much."

This kind gesture made Feng Qianxue regain the feeling of being together, but it was only for a moment.

When the feather fan was retracted, Yin Qiujun's expression returned to the state of "responsible martial arts pillar": "The strange phenomenon and its subsequent turmoil are no small matter. You have suffered a lot in the Jianghu, why bother to get involved again? It is better to recognize the situation and get out early For good."

Hearing sincerity and persuasion, Feng Qianxue was also sincere for a rare time: "Of course I want to stay away from the storm, but I still have reasons to stay."

"Oh? What's the reason?"

"Unexplainable reasons."

"Ha..." Yin Qiujun completely turned his eyes away, and said to the two giants of Buddhism and Taoism in front of him: "One page, I'm back."

"Two seniors, the book has been found. The title of this book is "The Collection of Tales from Mountains and Rivers". The author's ability is limited, and the description is not exhaustive, only fragmentary information."

Feng Qianxue handed the book to Brahma and stepped aside.

One page of the book took over the ancient book, but did not read it for a while, but told the monk Wu to put the book away.

"Now we can start discussing the follow-up." Cang Miao's gaze fell on the young woman in the corner at some point in time: "Feng Qianxue, our next actions will be dangerous, and I don't think you need to take risks."

"Huh?" Feng Qianxue was taken aback.Is this to make her retreat first?

A page of the book also echoed this: "What Xianshou said is true. You have helped a lot in the past few days, so you should go back and rest first."

After being persuaded to quit by three people one after another, no matter how stupid Feng Qianxue was, she understood the subsequent risks.

Right now, the next page, Xuanzong, Wanshengyan and other aspects are all in action, it seems that there is really no place that needs her action.

Since the three masters and masters all had good intentions, she was embarrassed to continue to rely on it, let alone take the opportunity to check some other information, and left immediately knowingly.

The head of the six strings glanced at her very lightly.

There is a reason for her to avoid it.

Just when Feng Qianxue left to pick up the book earlier, he saw another momentary secret——

The sea of ​​blood is destroyed, a different city appears, immortality, and a century-old grievance.

Once again... there are variables.

Whose variable is it?

Although the Confucian sect has officially registered her name, Feng Qianxue is considered Long Su's private soldier, and only the head of the dragon can move her, so it is not appropriate to make a public announcement of her identity at the moment.

So I can't go back to Confucianism for the time being, Yuren Feixie doesn't know when to leave Luogudeng, probably to find the whereabouts of Shouluo Anchen, she really can't stay alone, so she simply brought the bank note to buy a house.

Looking at the two thatched huts where Gu Deng fell, she didn't want to complain anymore.

It is better to buy some property by yourself, and it is more reliable to have a decent residence.

Walking east and west, unknowingly, for half a day, I didn't see a suitable land, but I bought a bunch of messy things.

Carrying her big and small bags, she found a teahouse and sat down, covering her face and sighing.A woman's nature, as expected, shopping is a prodigal.

Xiao Er brought tea and brought some snacks along with her. Just as she poured herself a cup, the water in the cup shook, and when she raised her eyes, Military Master Yiliu was already sitting across from him without any explanation.

"...Mr. Military Advisor, this kind of behavior will make people misunderstand that you are a lonely ghost about to be reincarnated."

"Ha. Since we are familiar with each other, the false politeness should be saved."

"I'll give you an old saying, you don't have to go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do, if it's just for tea, I'll treat you to drink enough."

"Youyan Zhengfu received a business order."

Feng Qianxue was startled when she heard this.

What does it have to do with Huanyu Qizang that Youyan recruits her husband to take over the business?

Speaking of which, Huanyu Qizang hasn't killed Jia Minggong until now, so what kind of plan is he playing...

Huanyu Qizang played with the exquisite teacup: "Business is business, and there is nothing worth noting... The only thing that caught my attention was the client."

"When did you get on good terms with Jia Mingbus to the point where you decided on the Youchao business?"

"Dingyou Nest is in the palm of my hand."

These words did not hesitate to make a thunderbolt, Feng Qianxue immediately realized what was going on, but couldn't resist asking the bottom line.

She never liked to provoke such a miraculous existence as a military division.

Not surprised by Feng Qianxue's reaction, Huanyu Qizang continued: "Back to the point. The identity of the client is a little unexpected, but what is more puzzling is the target. Black clothes and black hair, a sword covering the face By."

"Mr. Military Advisor, could you please explain to me in easy-to-understand human language?"

What does this have to do with her...

"It was confirmed by the Shangguan that the client was the owner of the Duanji Hanging Bridge, Liu Piaoxu. Yin Qiujun. And the black-haired swordsman couldn't find out his history, he didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know his purpose. His swordsmanship was natural. Into a standard, the world is not well-known."

"...People in the Jianghu always have one or two enemies, isn't it strange?"

"When your savior is involved, your intelligence will degenerate."

"Thanks for the compliment and criticism."

"Huh. Yin Qiujun's ability to act and act is well known in martial arts. To deal with enemies, why use the manpower of Youyan Zhenghu and even Yan Guiren? Another thing is that Xuanzong's people sneaked into Duanji Suspension Bridge secretly. This incident is enough to wake you up."

Feng Qianxue was silent for a while.

It turned out that not only herself, but even Xuanzong was suspicious of Yin Qiujun.

She felt that she should have a certain understanding of Yin Qiujun, but now she couldn't understand Yin Qiujun.

There is still a lot of fog in front of her eyes, if Yin Qiujun is really pretending to be acting like her worst guess, if she really has a conspiracy, if she really confronts Xuanzong or even the whole martial arts...

What should she do?

"Your hesitation is very rare."

Huanyu Qizang continued to fiddle with his feather fan, his tone of being out of the way was particularly low.

Feng Qianxue gritted her teeth secretly, and said with a smile, "I'm a little curious. What is Mr. Military Advisor thinking now?"

"It's nothing more than going with the flow."

"Oh, that's an enviable life of ease."

"It's better to put the energy of admiring me on thinking about countermeasures. The turbulence of the martial arts is unpredictable. It is to wait and see or make the best use of the situation. If you want to stay in the martial arts, you have to think about it."

After the news was conveyed and the tea was finished, Huanyu Qizang left straight away, leaving Feng Qianxue sitting in the private room to meditate silently.

She didn't believe that Army Master Yiliu would obediently "follow the tide" in such a situation, but...do he make the best use of the situation?

What kind of "Leading" method?

Take precautions, avoid conflicts, and pass on risks?

When the opponent is unknown and the situation is unknown, if you want to achieve the goal of killing a large number of brain cells, you might as well cry and run to the leader of the six strings and confess "I am a disciple of Xuanzong".

What a problem...