Miao Jiangke

Although the young master has always been like this, the assassin still couldn't help but feel some strange emotions welling up in his heart.

The room was not silent for too long, Zuo Qingyue curled his lips, tilted his head and said, "Where are the things?"

Ying Liu took a step forward, and raised the saber in his hands, "Master."

Zuo Qingyue raised his hand to take it.

The whole body of this sword is pitch black, with only a few strands of silver streaks on the hilt, simple and mysterious.

"Come here." Zuo Qingyue waved at the assassin.

The assassin glanced at the saber, and then he suddenly understood the reason for the emptiness in his heart. The saber he never left his body...was cut off by Na Luo Qiang.

It was as if somewhere in the dark, something was cutting off all his connections with the Blood Pavilion.

"Your saber is broken, I found a new one for you." Zuo Qingyue turned over his hand, and Qiu Yangui saw a dark red winding path winding out under the silver lines, with two engraved on the end. Small silver characters - Return to the Market.

It turns out that it is not completely black, but dark red and ink are integrated into one, not very bright.

Even so, it is not difficult to see that this sword is not an extraordinary product, but it is also a priceless treasure.

What's more, the young master doesn't look down on ordinary things at all.

Qiu Yangui was slightly startled, thought for a while and knelt down on one knee, but was stopped again, but this time it was not Tiansi that was holding him down, but a cool hand.

"Do you feel dissatisfied, or do you not want to accept the young master's things..." Zuo Qingyue still smiled, with a hint of threat in his tone, "Yangui?"

This was the first time Qiu Yangui followed Zuo Qingyue and heard him call himself "my young master".

The assassin heard the sullenness in the young master's tone, lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

After a while, he reached out to take the saber, "Thank you, young master."

The assassin couldn't help looking down at the blade, unconsciously clenched his fingers a little, and then loosened them carefully.

This is the sword given to him by the young master.

Qiu Yangui showed a smile that he didn't even notice, his originally cold brows and eyes softened, and those clear eyes were especially translucent.

Zuo Qingyue withdrew his gaze calmly, his long eyelashes slightly drawn, walked to the case and picked up the scroll that he hadn't finished reading for half a month, and said calmly, "There is a clue about the Blood Pavilion, Shadow Six."

"Yes." Ying Liu responded, and turned to look at Qiu Yangui, "The Blood Pavilion is not under the Setting Sun Ridge, but in Moqi Mountain in Wuzhou. I checked along and expanded some contacts in Wuzhou. It should be There will be a response shortly.”

"Wuzhou..." Qiu Yangui frowned, "Isn't that very close to Hengcheng?"

"Yes, it's only a few hours back and forth."

Qiu Yangui pursed his lips, his brows and eyes were still somewhat soft, but he suddenly turned his head to look at Zuo Qingyue who was sitting idle, and said in a low voice, "Young master, I have something to ask."

Zuo Qingyue paused imperceptibly, "Say."

"About the secrets of the Blood Pavilion, this subordinate wants to investigate in person." The assassin looked solemn.

The pavilion master's distressed appearance was engraved in his heart, and the phrase "a mantis' arm is like a cart, and it is difficult to recover if it is covered with water" also made him faintly uneasy, and Qiu Yangui had an inexplicable feeling.

He had to find out this secret by himself.

In fact, he had doubts for a long time, why did the Pavilion Master suddenly give him up after spending a lot of effort on him.

Is it really just for a powerful man?

Besides, the pavilion master's last words seemed to have some deep meaning.

He must find out the secrets of the past and avenge the Blood Pavilion, but he is only an assassin and alone, how can he fight against the forces that wiped out the great sect?

What's even more strange is that the Blood Pavilion was destroyed after he left for only a few days, and it was hard to find any clues.

This connection may be the key to the game.

Zuo Qingyue's gaze was fixed on his pale face, and he didn't speak for a while.

"Young master..." Qiu Yangui's condensed eyebrows relaxed, revealing a bit of anxiety.

Only then did the assassin seem to come back to his senses, annoyed in his heart.

He's really pissed off, the master treats him well, it's just that he can help him to check the book...

"Row."

Qiu Yangui was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to look at Qingyue's slightly drawn long eyelashes to the left, the young master's voice could not hear the joy or anger, "If it affects the wound, I only ask you."

Qiu Yangui touched his chest subconsciously, only feeling that it was warm and hot, the assassin suppressed the surging emotions, and said in a restrained low voice, "Yes."

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Moqi Mountain in Wuzhou.

Qiu Yangui held the letter paper given by Yingliu in his hand, and found the "Yulou" mentioned in it. It was not a sect, but a "Bird Market" dressed in elegant leather. Most of the people who came here were middle-aged people. Or a gentle young lady.

Talking and laughing happily with the bird in the cage.

Qiu Yangui inquired clearly, so he changed into an elegant and gentle attire and mixed into the crowd.

He wandered around naturally for a while, teased the bird skillfully, and had a laughing chat with the person beside him, and then he walked slowly to the counter.

There was a man standing there, who was a little rough, but showed full elegance in his gestures.

It's not against harmony, but has a different flavor.

"Young Master Yu, don't come here without any harm." Qiu Yangui pushed the jade pendant in his hand, "Last time you asked me to find a good material, and I sent it to you as soon as I got it."

"It is indeed a good material." Yuqian looked at the jade pendant with deep meaning in his eyes, and smiled slightly, "Brother Wang is really interesting, if you don't dislike it, may you show your face and walk into the hall, and have a few drinks with me?"

After conversing with the secret words, Yu Qian casually made up a name, and invited him into the hall upstairs.

After retreating from the others, Yu Qian put on his idle look, "Your Excellency must have come here for the Blood Pavilion?"

"Exactly." Qiu Yangui didn't go around with him, and went straight to the point, "I don't know, but you know one or two of them."

"Your Excellency, you are joking. Young Master Zuo's golden words are naturally more than one or two of these." Yu Qian smiled lightly, "Yu should know everything and say everything."

"The reason why you didn't get anything before was not because of the hidden secrets of the 'Blood Pavilion', but because you looked in the wrong direction."

"Young Master Yu, please clarify."

Yu Qian made tea for Qiu Yangui unhurriedly, and pushed the teacup in front of him.

"The 'Blood Pavilion' was not actually a hidden sect before. The outside world's rhetoric was just given to Pavilion Master Luo. It is actually a split faction, but it is not sure which one it is."

"This matter may have something to do with the chaos in Miaojiang back then. I'm just guessing. As for which faction the predecessor of the 'Blood Pavilion' is from back then, I have to follow the clues to find out."

What Yuqian said was ambiguous, but Qiu Yangui knew in his heart that what he said was probably true, but he didn't want to offend "Tunyun Pavilion" or get involved in the muddy waters of sect disputes, so he had to add Just a few "guesses" and "maybes".

Qiu Yangui smiled thoughtfully, "Then I wonder how many factions are still missing in Miao Jiang?"

It's a pleasure to deal with smart people.

Yuqian pursed his lips, and pushed the letter paper that had been prepared, "Your Excellency, take it."

Qiu Yangui got what he wanted, and was about to get up to say goodbye, when the silver bell around his waist, which had never sounded before, suddenly moved, and the silver bell vibrated slightly, clinging to the assassin's abdomen.

It was the young master who summoned him.

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