Hidden Blade Chapter 115: Methods

After bidding farewell to Xu Han, Ye Hongjian was in a good mood.

　　 humming a little song in her mouth, she walked into the mountain.

　　 It is not early, and the lights on the courtyard on the top of the mountain are probably off, so I go to bed early.

　　 A series of arrangements after Shi Bai left the customs, made the whole mountain gate busy. Both the upper elder deacon and the direct disciple were exhausted enough, and really didn't have the energy to do anything at night.

　　 But only on the edge of these courtyards, beside a small courtyard, candles are still lit. At the door, a pale-faced man in a blue shirt stood here, silent like a sculpture, and faint as a ghost.

　　 Ye Hongjian was taken aback when he saw the figure clearly, and then put away the smile on his face.

　　 She slowly walked up to the man, the expression in her eyes became a little cold.

　　 "How?" the green shirt man asked.

　　 "It's a little bit worse, but it's better than I always thought about being safe."

　　 "I think you are so beautiful that you seem to be trapped in it." The man said again, his mouth suddenly raised.

　　 "Are you okay?" Ye Hongjian tilted his head and looked at the man.

　　"How about?" the man asked rhetorically.

　　"A beauty is a hero, very good." Ye Hongjian was very sure.

　　 "Is he a hero?" the man asked.

　　"Not yet." Ye Hongjian's dark eyes rolled, "But sooner or later it will be."

　　 When the man heard the words, he was slightly taken aback, and finally nodded. "But as you wish."

　　 "It will be as I wish."

　　 At that time, the night breeze was blowing, and the girl was smiling like a flower.

　　......

　　 three days later.

　　 Linglong Pavilion is in trouble.

　　 A disciple on Dahuan Peak suddenly went mad at night. He killed three disciples who were sleeping in the same bed without stopping. He broke through the door and injured seven people before being driven away. The disciple of the swordsman hall was killed on the spot.

　　 The mountain gate spread the matter to the magic, saying that the disciple was possessed by the evil spirit, his eyes were red, and he was clearly a scholar, but he was extremely powerful. The four disciples of the Trinity Realm only took action to kill him.

　　Linglong Pavilion established the sect for thousands of years, except thirty years ago, Zhong Changhen killed his enchanted master, this kind of thing has never happened. The senior executives of Linglong Pavilion shook, and Secretary blank has ordered a strict investigation of the matter.

　　 But the aftermath of the incident did not calm down. In the next two daylight scenes, all the Sanfeng disciples had such symptoms. In these five days, there were a total of seven people with such symptoms.

There was a panic in 　　 Linglong Pavilion.

　　 On this day, Xu Han opened his eyes from entering concentration.

　　 His eyebrows are deeply furrowed, very unhappy.

　　 The injuries caused by Si blank to him have been healed. In the past few days, he has been thinking of ways to integrate the inner alchemy with the sword-type. After such a long time, the inner alchemy and the sword-type have almost blended together, but the last step is , But he was unable to move away for a long time, which made him somewhat irritated. But fortunately, his physical body's cultivation base has progressed significantly, and he has reached the brink of breakthrough.

　　 Xu Han shook his head, and got rid of his irritability.

　　The matter of practice, after all, I can't be impatient.

　　 He thought about this, and looked up at the sky. It was noon.

There was a crackling noise in the 　　in the room, thinking that Qin Keqing was preparing lunch.

　　 Xu Han sat next to the stone table. Xuan'er, who was basking in the sun in the yard, leaped and jumped into Xu Han’s arms. It touched Xu Han intimately, and then lay on his lap. She curled up lazily and took a nap.

　　 Xu Han smiled slightly, stroked the smooth hair on Xuan'er's back, and felt a little better.

　　 At this moment, a figure walked in at the entrance of the courtyard with a husky face.

　　 Upon seeing this, Xu Han smiled slightly, "What happened to Brother Song?"

　　The person who came was Song Yueming, and Xu Han came here on time for meals these days. Xu Han is not surprised, but today, this boy's expression seems a bit wrong.

　　 "Hey." Song Yueming sat beside Xu Han, before speaking, she let out a long sigh of old fashion.

　　 "It's another one."

　　 Song Yueming said.

　　 Xu Han was taken aback, probably guessing what this so-called one refers to.

　　 His brows frowned at that time.

　　"Fortunately, I listened to Brother Xu's words and didn't practice that sword tactic." Song Yueming patted her chest with some fear, but soon thought of the brothers who were practicing like a raging fire. "But, Linglongge keeps practicing like this..."

　　 "Linglong Pavilion seems to have come to an end." Xu Han took the conversation and said with a deep eyes.

　　 Xu Han does not actually have much affection for this so-called first sect in the world. But no matter what I said, Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen were kind to him. Seeing that the Linglong Pavilion that they had spent their entire lives guarding against them went to extinction, they didn't know it, and Xu Han's heart was also uncomfortable. "Brother Xu, should we report this to Elder Sikong?" Song Yueming gritted his teeth and said suddenly.

　　 Xu Han gave Song Yueming a white look when he heard the words, "Brother Song really doesn’t have a long memory. Have you forgotten how Lang Chaosha treated you the other day?"

　　 "Lang Chaosha is Lang Chaosha, and he can't represent the entire Linglong Pavilion." Song Yueming was very dissatisfied with his defense.

　　 "Lang Chaosha naturally does not represent Linglong Pavilion, but Brother Song thought that Xu could see the sword art of the problem, and he would not be able to see it from the eyes of Elder Sikong?" Xu Han asked, squinting his eyes.

　　 Song Yueming shook her body when she heard the words. He couldn't think of such a simple truth. Xu Han said that for this reason, how could he still not be transparent.

　　 The color of horror came to his eyebrows at that time~IndoMTL.com~ He looked at Xu Han in a daze, and stuttered and asked: "Then...then...Elder Sikong did this for What?"

　　His voice became extremely dry at that time, even faintly dumb.

　　 "Ghosts are obsessed with the heart and insights, and they are fascinated by their minds." Xu Han's very simple comment was just the same.

　　 Song Yueming fell silent for a while. He lowered his head and thought for a long time before raising his head to look at Xu Han again: "Is Linglong Pavilion that finished?"

　　 "The Hundred-legged Worm is dead but not stiff, let alone Linglong Pavilion, who just wants to save it, it's not you and me, you have to find another way." Xu Han said in a deep voice.

　　 "What way?" Song Yueming's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and asked impatiently.

　　 "Since that's the point, Xu wants to ask Brother Song, if Linglong Pavilion continues like this, what are Brother Song's plans?" Xu Han asked with a straight face.

　　 Song Yueming’s expression also turned gloomy at that time. He looked straight at Xu Han. After a long time, he said: "The teacher and I have the kindness of nurturing. If it is really that step, Song has an unshirkable responsibility. Must coexist and die with the sect."

　　 At that time, the boy's waist was straight, his eyes were like torches, and his arrogance was like a tiger.

　　 Xu Han's words of persuasion that had already been written up, after witnessing the young man's expression, he finally swallowed it back in his stomach.

　　 "What is the method that Brother Xu said?" the boy asked again.

　　 Xu Han shook his head without speaking.

　　 He just glanced at Song Yueming deeply.

　　 said in my heart.

　　You are the way...