Senior Brother, the medicine cannot be stopped!

The next day, Shui Jian took Shui Xin out to visit the celebrities in Lingzhou City, while Shui Jing, Shui Lin and Cao Liu'er stayed at the inn.

Before Shui Jian left the house, he told Shui Xin that such things as disciples of the Demon Cult should never be known to others. Shui Xin didn't take it very seriously at first, but after following Shui Jian to a family of martial arts, he saw those members of the family talk about demons. After teaching his disciples the expression of extreme disgust, Shui Xin realized that not everyone can be as forgiving as the real Buxiao.

In fact, when he was in the Xuanzheng Sect, he also heard about the actions of the Demon Sect, but he didn't connect himself with the Demon Sect at that time, and just listened to it like a story. Maybe he is a member of the Devil's Cult, and when he hears the word "Demon's Cult" again, he feels a little guilty.

People in the Demon Cult seem to like to play some shady tricks, such as carnival voodoo, to frame good people. Seeing good people suffer is their favorite program. There are also a lot of people in the Jianghu who have injured their lives by the disciples of the Devil's Cult. Otherwise, why do sects, large and small, all resist the Devil's Cult?

In short, everyone shouted and beat the rats crossing the street. When the Demon Cult was strong, no one dared to mention it. Now that the Demon Cult has collapsed, anyone can scold them. foot……

This time, Shui Jian visited all the respectable Jianghu people in Lingzhou City, just to remind them to be careful of the remnants of the Demon Cult. This incident has not yet spread in the south of the Yangtze River. Showing expressions of wanting to eat their flesh raw, they all expressed that they would cooperate with the Wulin League and the Jiangnan League to completely eradicate the remnants of the Demon Cult.

Seeing the reactions of these people, no matter how stupid Shui Xin was, he knew that he could not talk about his life experience everywhere, not to mention that he was not sure whether he was picked up under the cold iron cliff as Shui Jian said. He has to be sure of things like real Buxiao himself before he can believe it.

After coming out from Lingzhou Zhengyijian, the sun had already set to the west, and the roof tiles washed by the rain the night before were translucently black.

Shui Xin is in a bad mood.

"I want to go back to the inn." Shui Xin kicked up a stone.

"There's another one, we'll go back after we're done." Shui said in a warm voice.

Shui Xin suddenly turned his face, staring at Shui Jian: "What are you planning?"

Shui Jian's smile froze, doubts appeared in his eyes.

"Since I'm a demon...cough, why do you want to open up my acupuncture points?" Shui Xin asked.

"In order for you to defeat me earlier." Shui Jian said with a smile.

Shui Xin frowned.

"I don't like to owe favors." Shui gradually put away his smile and walked towards the street.

"Qi, I know it's not because of brotherhood." Shui Xin curled his lips and followed quickly. However, he never thought that he himself would never disdain such things as brotherhood, but when he heard Shuijian say With such a cold answer, he felt a little bit lost.

Shui Jian brought Shui Xin to the door of the last house to visit.

Shui Xin was surprised: "Isn't this the one you visited yesterday?"

After Shui Jian asked the door to inform, he was led by a maid with a sword to Ling Hui's small building, and a lingering and mournful sound of the piano wafted from the small building.

"It's ugly." Shui Xin frowned.

Shui Jian smiled and glanced at Shui Xin: "Can you listen to the piano?"

"I have ears." Shui Xin answered very simply.

Shui Jian said with a smile: "This piece requires extremely high skills to play, not to mention that it is very rare for a qin player to integrate his own emotions and skills."

Shui Xin disagrees: "I don't understand skills or anything, but if you spend so much time resenting others, it's better to find a way to solve your own problems."

As soon as Shui Xin said these words, the strings of the qin broke with a "snap" and a piercing sound was made.

Shui Xin immediately covered her ears.

Therefore, he also missed the surprise that flashed across Shui Jian's eyes.

The Qin Tower was quiet, and after a while, a maid came down and said to the two, "Madam, please go upstairs."

Shui Jian and Shui Xin followed the maid to the small building.

In the building, under the window, there is a qin with broken strings, and the cigarette smoke curls up from the animal head incense burner, and the green color is condensed and does not disperse.

"Mrs. Ling, I'm in Shuijian, and I'm here with my younger brother Shuixin." Shuijian bowed.

A woman in a long snow-colored dress stood up from the piano table, turned her back to the two, and said in a cold voice, "What can Hero Shui tell you? Didn't you come here yesterday?"

Shui Jian knew that with Ling Hui's hearing, he must have heard Shui Xin's offensive words, but he had no intention of apologizing.

The only thing he wants to know now is what Ling Hui's expression is when he sees Shui Xin.

If Shui Xin is really an important figure in the Demon Cult, Ling Hui must recognize Shui Xin's face.

The answers to many mysteries lie in Ling Hui's expression when he sees Shui Xin.

Shui Jian stared at Ling Hui without blinking: "Madam Ling, I came here today to deal with the remnants of the Demon Cult. Madam is sitting alone in the small building. I'm afraid I don't know much about the outside news."

Hearing this, Ling Hui turned his face slowly, his eyes flicked across Shui Xin, and suddenly froze: "Who is this?"

Shui Jian's eyes followed Ling Hui all the time, and a flash of understanding flashed at this moment, and he said, "My junior brother, Shui Xin."

"Well," Ling Hui's eyes flickered, and he asked, "I have nothing to do with the remnants of the Devil's Cult. Why, hasn't Hero Shui killed all the people from the Devil's Cult?"

After half a stick of incense, Shui Xin followed Shui gradually away from the Ling family mansion. On the way, he was very surprised: "Who is this woman, why does she keep looking at my face?"

Shui Jian said: "She used to be the landlord of the first piano building on the twelfth floor of the Devil's Cult. Her name is Linghui. It was the news that she betrayed the leader of the Demon's Cult. Only then can we successfully destroy the Demon's Cult."

Shui Xin was surprised: "Then she asked you just now, why didn't you kill all the members of the Demon Cult? I thought she had some deep hatred with the Demon Cult."

"Well, she has some hatred with the Demon Cult. Back then, she had the opportunity to marry Mo Yukuang, the previous leader of the Demon Cult, but she was abandoned." Shui Jian said lightly.

When Shui Xin heard the name "Mo Yukuang", his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"The previous Demon Cult leader... was that beautiful woman you mentioned?"

Shui gradually turned her head, her long eyebrows raised slightly: "A beautiful woman? When did I say that the leader of the Demon Cult is a woman?"

Shui Xin was taken aback, can a man be described as beautiful?Isn't that humiliating?

"Mo Yukuang's son, Mo Jiao, was killed by myself. He is the last leader of the Demon Cult, and Mo Yukuang is his father. Is that clear enough?" Shui Jian said with a smile.

For some reason, Shui Jian's smile made Shui Xin shudder.

Although the other party is the leader of the Devil's Cult, he is still a living person, and he can say it in such a complacent tone after killing someone... It makes the listeners feel cold behind their backs.

"What about Mo Yukuang?" Shui Xin couldn't help asking, "You also killed him?"

"No, Mo Yukuang died of his own madness." Shui Jian said.

Shui Xin was silent for a while, and the two returned to the inn. Shui Xin followed Shui gradually into the room, and couldn't help asking: "How did you kill that man named Mo Jiao?"

Shui gradually untied the saber, raised the scabbard, and pressed it against Shui Xin's heart.

A series of movements were extremely fast, until a white light flashed in front of Shui Xin's eyes, and his heart was blocked by the cold scabbard.

"Pierce in from here, with the front heart in and the back heart out, and then kick off the cliff, dead to death," Shui Xin's eyes became cold and fixed on a certain empty place behind Shui Xin's head, he quickly withdrew his sword, Reverted to the gentle tone before, "Don't worry, I've seen it a long time ago, you have no injuries on your chest, and your appearance and age are also different from Mo Jiao's."

"Then why am I under the cold iron cliff?" Shui Xin blurted out.

Shui gradually stopped answering.

"Then who am I?" Shui Xin asked again.

Shui Jian's eyes fell on Shui Xin's face, and said, "You are Shui Xin, my junior brother."

"Really?" Shui Xin blinked and blinked, "If you really regard me as a junior, why do you still care so much about my previous status in the Devil's Cult?"

Shui Jian replied: "Because I don't want this matter to become a handle that can be used for blackmail."

Shui Xin felt that all the exhaustion of the day was relieved after Shui Jian said this.

"Let me know when you figure it out." Shui Xin happily went to fetch the copper basin. He didn't care about such troublesome things, and left the trouble to Shui Jian.