The Magnificent God of War

He looked at the decoration in the study room, fresh and elegant, not like the study room of a martial artist, always full of martial arts scriptures, but more poems and songs.

"What you did this time is okay."

Fang Qiu shook his head helplessly: "Master, you don't need to comfort me."

He knew he was not doing well, Jiang Ning was just comforting himself.

When the Fang family was handed over to him, he knew what Jiang Ning wanted to accomplish by himself, but at least for the moment, he hasn't done it.

Although, he worked very hard.

"I didn't comfort you, do you look at me like someone who can comfort people?"

Jiang Ning smiled, "Well done is good done, and bad done is bad done."

"The identity of the guardian of the tomb has not been asked yet,"

Fang Qiu said, "I'm thinking about how to ask."

There is no doubt that the current identity of the guardian of the tomb is very important, and it can even be said to be a turning point in the future.

But now, they really don't know what the identity of the guardian is.

Fang Qiu was a little worried.

Jiang Ning walked to the bookshelf, reached out to flip through a few books at random, and said with a smile: "The time is right, we don't need to ask, he will take the initiative to tell them."

"When?"

Fang Qiu asked.

"When he feels he needs to tell us."

Jiang Ning glanced at Fang Qiu.

Fang Qiu nowadays, compared with the past, has matured a lot, but he is not the ardent and desperate young man back then.

But there is still a long way to go before true maturity.

For Jiang Ning, he is not only his own apprentice, but also his master's child. He has the responsibility and must train him.

"Don't worry about things and think calmly to make the most correct decision."

Jiang Ning said, "No matter what you do, it's the same."

"And now, I can see that you are in a hurry."

Fang Qiu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but he still didn't say anything, because he knew that Jiang Ning had not made a mistake.

Jiang Ning could tell the slight change in his mentality at a glance.

"It will be long in Japan, you know."

"Yes, Master."

Fang Qiu nodded.

"Okay, put this aside in advance, don't worry, what is more important now is the deciphering of Ji Dao Boxing, where is the progress? Professor Lu Jing's results have already come out, we need to confirm each other."

Fang Qiu immediately walked to the bookshelf, reached out and touched in the dark, only to hear a click, and a hidden compartment was slowly opened on the side of the bookshelf.

He reached out and took out a box and handed it to Jiang Ning. The expression on his face was extremely serious and solemn.

"This is the result of deciphering a few pages of fist scores after passing down the text of the eight great families."

There are still two pages of fist scores in the hands of others, but the other seven pages, they have already untied, and they will confirm with Professor Lu Jing to confirm the approximate result.

Jiang Ning took it, opened the box, took out the contents, and looked at it seriously.

He looked at it, his brows gradually frowned...

at the same time.

The Zorro family!

Back to the Zorro family, Reagan felt that he was alive.

The feeling of walking through the door of **** and coming back again is really hard to describe.

"Mr. Black,"

At this moment, Reagan, who was sitting on top of the Patriarch, didn't have a trace of vigour, let alone the so-called Patriarch's arrogance. Instead, he appeared humble, "Next, what do you think I need to do?"

Although he was laughing, his expression was stiff and unnatural at all.

Looking at Mr. Black sitting below and wearing a mask, he knew that under that mask, there must be a very cold face!

"A friend is here,? Shan Wu Yiran paved the way?"

Mr. Hei said lightly, "I am afraid I have to see what he means next."