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Fang Xian murmured silently: "Not... Zhou Zhiruo has started practicing the "Nine Yin Scriptures", how could he die so easily? The incident happened two days ago, and it was too late for Cheng Kun to start. Only Yue Buqun... Could it be that he is so powerful..."

Song Yuanqiao sighed and said, "Qingshu and I were surveillance all night, but I didn't feel anything strange. I'm ashamed, I'm afraid that the assassin's kung fu... has reached the pinnacle."

Fang Xian wanted to say something, but he stopped talking.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand: "My friend, I said it's okay. Those who came this time are all disciples who have been with me for more than ten years, so you can rest assured."

Fang Xian thought about it for a while, and then said, "Hey... my ancient tomb sect's "Nine Yin True Sutra" is not complete. I heard that there was a part of Teacher Guo Xiang in Emei, so you were watching Zhou Zhiruo, what should I do..."

Anyone with discerning eyes will be stunned when he hears this.

The so-called discerning person is the rest except for the Wudang heroes and Song Qingshu. In front of them, Zhang Sanfeng still pretended that Fang Xian was his friend.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao's expression changed the most excitingly - first he was stunned, then shocked, and then cool.

Obviously, this was said to Song Qingshu alone. Fang Xian lies to only one person in front of everyone.

Song Qingshu really didn't know the clues and just asked: "How can the "Nine Yin Sutra" in the ancient tomb be incomplete?"

"It was originally complete, but it has been more than 100 years. My ancient tomb is strange in nature and I don't like to take care of these things. The "Nine Yin True Sutra" left by Mr. Yang, who was accidentally eaten by a mouse." Fang Xian's expression was very regretful, "This also made me incomplete in the Nine Yin. I stopped at the realm, so I wanted to try the water in Emei."

Song Qingshu asked again: "Brother Zhang Si, you have passed the state of internal force coming out of the body and reaching the state of internal force entering the body. Are you still under the hindrance of these Nine Yin Scriptures?"

"Well... our realm is to gain the strengths of martial arts in the world." Fang Xian coughed and looked at Mr. Zhang. "This is how I met Zhenren Zhang back then. I discussed a lot of kung fu and promoted Tai Chi for a while."

Zhang Sanfeng understood that he didn't like to lie, but this was true. He agreed: "It's true. My friend's kung fu also made me a little enlightened."

"..." Song Qingshu pondered for a while, and it made sense that if he was a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, he deserved Zhang Sanfeng's valuation. He finally asked, "Brother Zhang... The Ancient Tomb should be a descendant of the Yang family. Why are you not Yang or Long, but Zhang?"

"This is your nonsense. It's all the Yang family who has never been born in the past life and has a lot of mentally retarded people? Do you think I look like mentally retarded? Speaking of Yang Guo's fifth-generation successor, Yang Chengang, I was displaced and took me into the tomb. In a flash, more than 20 years have passed..." Fang Xian really looked a little thoughtful. He was thinking about the giant face like a goose egg in his mind.

"So that's it... I also asked why you are so interested in Zhou Zhiruo, now you understand." Song Qingshu seemed to solve a puzzle. Then he felt that his emotions were wrong and began to be sad again. "It's a pity... Zhiruo has already..."

Song Qingshu was a boy with many questions and suddenly asked again: "But Brother Zhang, why are you still with Wuji in Guangmingding?"

Fang Xian had scolded this guy thousands of times, but his face was still full of sternness: "Haha, Brother Song, you don't know anything. My master Yang Chengang has a younger brother. Who do you think it is?"

Everyone glanced at the hall, and finally their eyes fell on Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao also scolded Fang Xian thousands of times in his heart, but he held back his emotions on his face and shook his head.

"Oh... I can't hide it anymore. Zhang Si is actually my nephew. I have realized something wrong in recent days, so I called this unworthy nephew to come and help the battle."

Fang Xian scolded Yang Xiao thousands of times in his heart: "Uncle is really good at speaking."

Song Qingshu's brain couldn't figure out the chaotic network of relationships for a while, so he stopped asking.

Zhang Sanfeng also felt the atmosphere was strange, so he stood up and smiled and said, "Since there is no war here, we will retreat first. It's so uncomfortable that Wudang Mountain is empty."

"I'm old, chat with me!" Zhang Wuji was unwilling. "I broke through last night. When I recover, I may be able to compete with you two tricks!"

"You little red guy is here!" Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly, and naturally waved to the other Wudang disciples, "You go back first, my grandfather and I will be here for two days. You can stay here, Yuanqiao, and someone must take care of you."

"yes……"

So, Wu Dangzhongxia seemed to have a waste of time, and just informed a message and collectively made a soy sauce.

It was extremely natural again, Zhang Wuji called on Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Si, Song Yuanqiao and Yang Xiao to go to the secret passage to discuss, saying that it was quiet.

As soon as he entered the secret passage, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but say angrily: "Do you suspect my son?"

Fang Xian said coldly: "It's not just suspicion. If it weren't for your sake, Song Daxia, I might have forced him to question the Dharma just now."

Song Yuanqiao was shocked by this domineering aura and asked blankly: "You have always been here, where did you come from suspicion?"

"Intuition." Fang Xian snorted.

Song Yuanqiao: “…”

Zhang Wuji: "I am worthy of being a big brother, I am always domineering!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Not good..."

Yang Xiao: "My evil nephew..."

"No, no, no, listen to me, lying is an art." Fang Xian explained as he walked, "Most of our martial arts people are stupid and not good at speaking, and they are much worse than our lying. For example, there is a guy named Obama who can bully billions of people for a few years, his face does not change color and his heart does not beat him. He will still be straight when he lies. He has reached the point of being fake and being real. How can he tell that I am male or female?"

Song Yuanqiao naturally dissatisfied: "You tell me, what's wrong with Qingshu?"

"He has problems everywhere." Fang Xian waved his finger. "One, you know his hobbies, he spent the whole night in the women's dormitory, wandering between Zhou Zhiruo's dormitory and the thatched cottage. How could he find a dead person at noon? Second, the long sword passed through his chest, and the rest of the place was fine. Even if it passed through the heart, Zhou Zhiruo would have to die after a while. This time was enough to scream, but there was no trace of struggling to wrap his neck and covering his mouth at the scene. This flaw was too obvious."

"There are three more, and the most critical point." Fang Xian stared at Song Yuanqiao. "What would you do if the person you love the most was killed?"

"..." Song Yuanqiao was stunned for a moment and couldn't speak for a moment.

"Take revenge." Yang Xiao answered for him, "This revenge is enough to fight for life."

"That's right." Fang Xian glanced at everyone. "Any one of you, his wife was killed. His first reaction was definitely not to run more than a thousand miles to Guangmingding to report the death, but to chase the murderer like crazy. However, Song Qingshu seemed to be trying to let us know that Zhou Zhiruo was dead. There was only deliberate sadness and no hatred in his mood. I didn't just deliberately raise the topic of chasing the murderer, and he didn't ask, is this normal?"

Yang Xiao suddenly realized: "I was enlightened! After I didn't regret it, I was just thinking about killing Cheng Kun... I was in the mood to ruin such a thing."

"Uncle, you are so old and have such a kind of mind, let alone a Song Qingshu who is so stubborn and obsessed with you?"

Everyone was silent. Although there was no trace of evidence, it seemed like this, and the reasons Fang Xian raised were irrefutable.

Song Yuanqiao leaned against the wall, and his soul seemed to have been drained: "Why... why did he lie..."

"Obviously, this kid has surrendered to the enemy again." Fang Xian decided not to show mercy to Song Daxia. "Old Song, Zhenren Zhang has given Song Qingshu a chance, and I have given me his chance, and he betrayed him again and again in front of **..."

Song Yuanqiao sighed, smiled bitterly and pulled his sword firmly: "I'll do it myself."

"No hurry." Fang Xian said, "A preliminary inference, he should have been solved by Yue Buqun. Then he came over to capture my identity and movements. Obviously, they have begun to doubt me... There is no way, the recent things are too tense, and I have to come forward frequently."

"Then what should we do next, brother?" Zhang Wuji must be asking this question.

"There is not much time left, and you must quickly find Yu Yan's whereabouts..." Fang Xian's eyes were full of confidence. "According to their urinary nature, two conditions must be met when imprisoning hostages..."

"Which two?" It was Zhang Wuji again.

"One, you have to be in the most unexpected place, such as Zhang Wuji is at Guangmingding. Second, there must be many masters in that place, and it is difficult to break in without even deliberately guarding it. It is also Guangmingding. If it weren't for the chaos last night, I'm afraid I wouldn't have entered the secret room so easily... I almost got shattered by Yang Xiao and Fan Yao as soon as I came in..."

"Satisfied these two points..." Yang Xiao raised his eyebrows. It was Bingxue's cleverness-

He and Zhang Sanfeng said almost in unison—

"Shaolin Temple!"

Fang Xian nodded: "Since Cheng Kun shouted in, Yu Yan must be in Shaolin, and there is no more suitable place than that. There is no woman in Shaolin Temple, which is satisfying the unexpected; Shaolin Temple is full of old monks, which is satisfying many masters. Now... they don't know that Tian Boguang has returned, but they just rushed out to make trouble. Guangmingding rescued Zhang Wuji can also be understood as the accident caused by Zhao Min, so Yu Yan is temporarily safe. However, we don't have much time, so they will find something wrong sooner or later, and sooner or later they will transfer the hostages."

Zhang Sanfeng scratched his beard and said in a tangled manner: "It's too difficult to break into Shaolin... it's too difficult. The three old monks of the Du generation joined hands, but they are comparable to me, not to mention Cheng Kun, the abbot, and many Lin disciples..."

"Old Master Zhang." Fang Xian asked, "Do you think it's more difficult for us to break in, or is it more difficult for us to sneak in?"

"If you have the ability to suck and light skills, it will naturally be easier to sneak in." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head again. "I'm afraid you are still a little short of it. With your current fortune, you will definitely be discovered. I am not good at light skills. Besides, as the head of Wudang, it is not easy for me to do this."

"Then let's prepare both." Fang Xian was about to move out all his friends. After being in the martial arts world for so long, it would be no problem to find a group thug to fight with a group. "I will call Gusu Murong, Baituo Villa, Wuyue Sword Sect, Sun and Moon God Sect, plus our Ming Cult and Wudang..."

Fang Xian thought about this huge lineup and began to intoxicate his organizational ability: "Fuck, when so many brothers come, ten Shaolins will be damn it."

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while and said calmly: "If you can do not fight, you will not fight. If you want to fight, you will fight to the death."
Chapter completed!