Be Good Chapter 1897: It’s Long Quyuan

"Occupy?" Xie Ci sneered, "It's a joke, this body belongs to my master, what nonsense Master Xuanling said."

Say it.

With a wave of Xie Ci's sleeve, a gust of wind rushed towards Xuanling along the sleeve.

The mystery point is over.

Now that you know that this person is not his junior brother, you can go back and explain.

However, even if it is not a junior brother, this resurrection technique should be practiced by the junior brother.

Xuan Ling had a bunch of question marks in his heart.

Finally, he left this place following the strong wind that Xie Ci waved over.

The whole person is like a kite.

Under the eyes of thousands of troops, fly to the sky.

His body is made of clean straw, and it has not yet gradually turned into flesh and blood, and the lightness of the straw remains. After being waved like this, he immediately flew up.

Xie Ci looked at Xuan Ling's disappearing figure, his long eyelashes lowered.

The phoenix eyes overflowed with a hint of coldness.

Who is he?

No one in the world knows.

…

Azusa City, Changsun Jing personally sits in town.

Into the night.

Changsun Jing reviewed the memorial on the case with a vermilion pen in his hand.

Now these scriptures are all written by Flying Eagle, important scriptures from the Northern Zhou Dynasty that he needs to read personally, and he claims to be several days away from the capital of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Fortunately, Flying Eagle's speed is extremely fast, and it only takes a day to convey it, which does not affect Changsun Jing's handling of government affairs.

Just finished reading all the excerpts for today.

There was a loud noise outside.

Followed by Xuanling's voice, "King, I'm coming in."

"Enter."

Changsun Jing replied quietly.

After hearing Changsun Jing's reply, Xuan Ling pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at the calm and composed Changsun Jing, Xuan Ling patted his heart, "The poor monk almost couldn't come back."

"Xie Ci wants to kill you?" Changsun Jing said calmly.

"That's not true. If you want to kill me, it's not that easy." Xuanling waved his hand. He is now the soul bent over the scarecrow. As long as the soul does not die, he can be resurrected anytime and anywhere.

Before, his nephew used a rotten scarecrow to torture him, and the Xuanling almost rotted in the end.

Fortunately, he bumped into Changsun Jing. Changsun Jing didn't know where he learned about the soul-moving technique, and moved Xuanling's soul to the clean scarecrow.

It's not that Xuan Ling became the eldest grandson Jing's person.

And they have the same goal.

It just hit it off.

Now it is not only the relationship between subordinates and subordinates, but also a cooperative relationship.

Xuanling still counts on Changsun Jing to turn the world around. This world should belong to Changsun Jing, if not for his senior brother insisting on using a hundred years of spiritual power to reverse time and space and give Yuan Changhuan a chance to live another life. This world should have belonged to Changsun Jing long ago.

In addition, Xuanling felt that he had to find someone.

Of course, this person is also an important person to turn things around.

Changsun Jing put down the vermilion pen, asked Xuan Ling to sit down, and then sat opposite him, holding a teacup, and said in a deep voice, "Did you find anything during your trip?"

Xuanling replied immediately, "I really found something."

Then lowered his voice and whispered in Changsun Jing's ear, "I found out that Xie Ci seems to have been changed?"

"What?"

Changsun Jing suddenly put down the teacup.

The lid of the cup collided with the rim of the teacup, making a crisp sound.

Seeing Changsun Jing's shocked face, Xuan Ling continued, "I know you can't believe it, but it's the truth, but I haven't guessed who he is yet."

"It can't be... Long Quyuan."

Changsun Jing could be revived at the thought of Xie Ci, so besides Long Quyuan, he couldn't think of another person.