The bright moon sits on the ground

Over there, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng were confronting Fu Chonghong.

Here, Xiao Xueyang saw the buckle dangling in Fu Baijue's hand. It was tied with exquisite embroidery. It was a pattern of butterflies and flowers, which was lifelike. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it became. She quickly touched her waist. Sure enough, he disappeared without a trace.

Perhaps it was because Fu Baijue noticed that there were worms and snakes entrenched on her body, so Fu Baijue avoided other places, and only picked places that were not dangerous,? But Xiao Xueyang didn't know,? If it wasn't because she saw it, she might not have been there by this time. react to.

The moment their eyes met, Xiao Xueyang gritted his teeth and made a mouth shape: thief.

Fu Baijue grimaced at her with a smile, the little butterfly fluttered up and down in his hand, and then was tucked into his sleeve again.

Fang Qisheng caught a glimpse of the interaction between them from the corner of his eye, but he couldn't tell what to do. His eyes were always locked on Fu Chonghong, and he saw her fingers gently sliding on the sword grid. Obviously, if he really wanted to turn his face , she will definitely not run away from the battle.

Because Yang Sheng was not there, Fu Chonghong's words and deeds were not so restrained, and she was frank and frank. When she came up, she asked if her senior brother had committed something, and her tone was familiar. If she hadn't experienced it countless times, she might not be so calm and indifferent. .

After thinking it over clearly, Fang Qisheng looked sideways and met Nie Qiu's eyes beside him. They both understood each other, and he answered Fu Chonghong's question: "We are not here to find your senior brother, but to find you. Fu Chonghong."

"I don't think I have anything worth looking for by the leader of the Demon Cult, and I don't think you are just looking for me." Fu Chonghong pulled out the sword with her backhand, and the broken iron sword fell down with her movements. Suizha said, "If you are looking for me, why did you send someone to follow the senior brother, and why did you go around to inquire about the senior brother's past? You guys know this better than me."

Fang Qisheng was not flustered, and still said with ease: "Actually, the Demon Cult has taken a fancy to your talent. You are right. We did investigate Yang Sheng secretly, but we are just acting cautiously. Besides, if you really want to move Come to think of it, do you think that Yang Sheng can live in peace until now? With just the two of you, do you want to protect a dying person from the demon sect?"

Fu Chonghong knew that what he said was very to the point. She has been in the arena for so many years, and she does not have the arrogance that a swordsman should have. She was just trying to be brave.

"Does the leader mean that he wants me to join the Devil's Cult?" She pondered for a moment and asked directly without making any detours.

Seeing Fang Qisheng nodding in approval, Fu Chonghong's mood didn't change much. She gently and skillfully pulled a sword flower, but didn't put the sword back into its sheath, and said, "I originally thought that your target was the senior brother. It seems that it was a misunderstanding. , I would like to apologize for the previous rudeness. I appreciate the kindness of the leader, but I can still refuse the matter of joining the Devil's Cult."

The words were beautiful, but the weapons were never retracted, obviously because they were still on guard against them.

She was delaying time, Nie Qiu thought, but if he could see it, Fang Qisheng could see it too.

"I heard that Lan Yunfeng fell apart a few years ago, and the disciples under the sect scattered and went. They either went into business, entered the court, or became pawns and hawkers. They all hid in the city and no longer mentioned the rise and fall of the master's sect back then." Fang Qisheng smiled slightly. , said, "Up to now, it has been at least four or five years. In the past four or five years, your senior brother has been taking care of the two of you. I am afraid that the money on your body has been exhausted. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should do it for yourself." Your brother should think about it? Are you going to drag him down like this all the time?"

The leader of the Demon Cult always likes to use rhetorical questions to set up tricks, and it is especially effective for this kind of fledgling children.

Although Fu Chonghong had been extremely vigilant from the moment he knew his identity, she still listened to his words. She probably thought about this problem a long time ago. She was silent for a while and said: "So What is Master Fang's opinion?"

"You join the Devil's Cult and let Yang Sheng go free. At the same time, the Devil's Cult will allocate corresponding silver taels to support him."

"Let senior brother be free?" Fu Chonghong shook his head, but actually laughed, "Senior brother doesn't know anything, his foundation is poor, and he can't learn martial arts. At first, Lan Yunfeng accepted him just to save money, but now Lan Yunfeng is gone. It's the brother who insisted on taking us two homeless people away, otherwise the leader may not know what kind of situation we will fall into."

"Without us, brother can't protect himself. With his temperament, he can easily provoke enemies and be killed."

Fu Baijue's tone was flat, this was obviously a fact that both he and Fu Chonghong had seen, so he could say it easily.

At first, Nie Qiu thought they didn't know Yang Sheng's character, so he insisted on defending him. Unexpectedly, they knew it better than anyone else, but it was true. The two of them got along with Yang Sheng day and night. Whether they would find out was just a matter of time. The problem.

What's even more strange is why Fu Chonghong and Fu Baijue knew who Yang Sheng was, but they still chose to defend him?

Just because they were homeless and Yang Sheng was the only one who chose to take them away?

"You have found so much information, and of course you also know that we have been looking for people in the past few years, just to rebuild the division. Lan Yunfeng has been destroyed long ago. We hit walls everywhere, and finally fell to the point where no one cares about it. It's normal. But times dictated it.”

"Master Fang, what happens to Lan Yunfeng, whether it rises or falls, has nothing to do with me. Actually, I don't care at all, but the senior brother is doing his best to rebuild the sect, so I think it's okay to accompany him for a while. "Fu Chonghong said slowly, "I should have made it very clear, so although I am grateful to Master Fang for his appreciation, I will still not join the Demon Cult."

Fang Qisheng said: "You are wasting your talent on Yang Sheng for nothing."

Fu Chonghong replied: "That's a waste."

Just when they were at a stalemate, Fu Baijue behind Fu Chonghong yawned, rubbed his eyes, looked very sleepy, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Speaking of it, the sect that wants to draw Chonghong into the sect these days is really a A lot."

As soon as he said this, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng immediately thought of Sword Sect.

And Fu Chonghong's master in her previous life was Jiang Li from the Sword Sect.

Speaking of which, how did Jiangli convince them at that time?

To be honest, Fang Qisheng has already started to think about how to take Fu Chonghong to the Demon Cult quietly. However, it is precisely because Fu Chonghong's attitude is so tough, and Yang Sheng's importance to her is self-evident, so he has something to say. hesitate.

Therefore, upon hearing Fu Baijue's words, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng reacted instantly like beasts smelling blood.

Fu Chonghong was stunned at first, but then his expression changed, and he reached out to pinch Fu Baijue's face, "Speak too much."

Half of Fu Baijue's face was pinched like a bitten glutinous rice dumpling, but he didn't feel any pain. Through Fu Chonghong, he quietly blinked at Nie Qiu and said vaguely: "A little bit, a small, insignificant It's just helping."

Fu Chonghong frowned, "What about the agreement that 'brother can't protect himself without us'?"

Fu Baijue smiled, "Hey, the Devil's Cult only wants you, so senior brother still has me here."

With this uproar, the previous dull and serious atmosphere was swept away, and it became cheerful again.

The place they were in was by the Lihe River, and there should be a lot of people, but the people in Lihe Town have obviously been used to this situation for a long time. When they saw someone drawing a sword and seeing the atmosphere stalemate, they would deliberately avoid it. They will not choose to join in the fun.

Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu looked at each other, and interrupted the dispute between the seniors and brothers: "You are talking about the sword sect?"

"Master, don't be misled by my junior brother's words." Fu Chonghong glared at Fu Baijue, and simply covered his mouth so that he would not say any more shocking words, "As I said before, no matter who comes, I will refused."

At this time, a sneer suddenly came from a distance, seemingly contemptuous, seemingly unexpected, cutting off everything she wanted to say.

Fu Chonghong's expression became complicated, but Fang Qisheng knew that the sneer was not directed at her.

It was born for Fang Qi, more precisely, for the Demon Cult.

The shadow of the whirling tree froze for a moment, and a green swordsman stepped out from behind the tree, with plain braided hair and rouge lips. She was not young, she looked 34 or [-] years old, and the passage of time did not appear on her cheeks. However, her tense and dignified expression and the stern mouth that never smiled all showed that she was not an easy person to get along with.

Jiang Li unfastened the belt around her waist, put her fingers on the hilt of the sword, the slender and gorgeous saber fluttered at her fingertips, and the tassels spread like tulle, which was clearly a pleasing sight, however, Fang Qisheng's His expression became more serious.

With the dance of the long sword, the sealed scabbard gradually faded downwards, and finally, it fell to the ground with a slap, but she didn't even bother to look at it. On the body, with a little force on the wrist, he gently and deftly gathered the beast with sharp fangs in his palm, stroked the hilt of the sword gently, and the beast became quiet.

"I heard the meaning of Master Fang very clearly." Jiang Li pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, and Nie Qiu recognized that the sword was called "Thin Bone". Compared with ordinary iron swords, its sword light It's not cold or eye-catching, and its whole body is bone-like white, with a creepy luster, like a dry bone from an ancient Rakshasa temple. "The demon sect wants to rob people from me, Gracilaria, right?"

Judging from her tone, it doesn't look like she is confronting the Demon Cult because of Fu Chonghong's incident, but has a long-standing grudge.

Nie Qiu lowered his voice and asked, "Is there any conflict between her and the Demon Cult?"

Fang Qisheng sighed imperceptibly, turned his head, put his lips against Nie Qiu's ear, and answered his question.

"Jiang Li, once was my master's lover."

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