Hidden Blade Chapter 116: Song Yueming’s method
Boom.
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In the gloomy Jishifu, only the sound of Si Bai banging on the countertop echoed through the gate.
The old man in a large black robe sat on a high platform, behind him was a large red bench made of glazed wood, and a large desk made of golden nanmu in front of him.
He squinted his eyes, as if sleeping instead of sleeping, his eyes trembled as if there were stars flowing.
Squeak.
At this time, the door of the mansion was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a dragon with a seven-star black robe slammed into the mansion from the cloud.
"Elder, this is a report sent from all over the mountain gate today." He walked to Si Baikong, arched his hand respectfully, and handed a document.
"Hmm." The old man on the high platform cast a lazy look at Long Congyun, with a hand outstretched, the document was taken into his palm at that time.
But he didn't mean to look at it, but casually discarded it beside the counter.
"Understood, let's go down." He asked, his voice scraping through flesh and blood like a blade. Hoarse, shriveled, low and cold.
Long saw that the document from the cloud was thrown to the side so easily by Si Bailan, his brows frowned slightly, and he plucked up the courage to take a step forward and said.
"In the past few days, the disciples in the mountain gate have a devilish appearance, the death and injury are cautious, and there is a tendency to spread, and there are rumors among the disciples." At this point, Long Congyun seemed to be worried, and his words became hesitant. stand up.
The old man on the high platform opened his eyes a little at that time. He raised his brow, looked at Long Congyun, and asked: "What is the rumor?"
Under the gaze of the old man, the newly promoted master instructor had cold sweat on his forehead. He regretted his recklessness, but since the matter has come to this point, naturally he can’t perfunctory things, so he can only bite the bullet and continue talking. .
"It is said that the sword art given by the uncle has a problem, it is the sword of the magic road"
"Why do you think so?" the old man asked, and there was an imperceptible chill in his low voice.
"The disciple dare not." Long Congyun was shocked and quickly said.
"Yeah." The old man nodded, seeming to be very satisfied with Long Congyun's performance. His voice became kinder at that time.
"Cong Yun, you have to believe that I am for Linglong Pavilion." The old man said in a persuasive way.
"The disciple understands." Long Congyun could not dare to argue any more, then nodded again and again.
"Hmm, has the rumors found yet?" the old man asked again.
Long Congyun heard this, immediately his body shook, he hesitated and said: "Not yet"
"Really?" Si blank space was non-committal about this, but his eyes looked at Long Congyun but narrowed again. "Cong Yun, there are tens of thousands of people in this Linglong Pavilion. The old man trusts you the most. Don't let the old man down." He said meaningfully.
"The disciple doesn't dare." This unbelievable head teacher is as meek as a sheep at this moment, he repeatedly said, lest he cause Si Bai's dissatisfaction. "Well, then you go down, and within three days, you will find the person who spread the rumors with me." After saying this, Si blank space closed his eyes.
"The disciple retire." Long Congyun hurriedly said, then stood up and fled out of Jishifu.
And when he came outside Jishifu, the sun shining into his eyes at noon in May, he realized that his back was already saturated with sweat.
Xu Han still underestimated Song Yueming's stubbornness after all.
Even though he had already talked about the serious relationship of this matter with him, the boy still couldn't hold it back after all.
He had a big fight in the martial arts field of Zhongju Peak this morning.
yelled that the disciples should stop practicing the sword technique given by Si Baikong.
How much effect can play is not to mention, but Song Yueming is naturally inevitably beaten by the disciples of the swordsman hall.
"Ouch! Tap it."
screams of killing pigs came from the Xiaoxuan window.
"Take it light? Where did the heroic spirit go in the martial arts field today?" Fang Ziyu, who was helping Song Yueming, who was covered in bruise, wipe the medicinal liquor, gave him an angry look.
"Brother Song, please bear with me." Zhou Zhang on the side laughed while drinking tea, and said like this.
"I heard that Long Congyun has already started investigating who is spreading the rumors, Brother Song, are you rushing to hit the knife?" Xu Han on the side was not thinking about making fun of him, he frowned and sat down. On the side, looking at Song Yueming, her eyes were a little gloomy.
"Brother Xu, don't worry, someone in Song will do things alone, and he will definitely not cause you trouble." Song Yueming stood up when she heard the words, and patted her chest, looking like a heroic and dry cloud. It's just that this kind of action will inevitably affect the wounds on his body, so the "hero" immediately sat back grinning.
"It's amazing to be one person doing things and the other person." Fang Ziyu saw him like this, and she was very angry and funny. She increased the force of applying the medicinal liquor a little bit harder, so that Song Yueming screamed again and again.
"Oh, Brother Song is confused, if you just yell and yell, you can solve it, and why would Linglong Pavilion go to death will kill your own life" Xu Han sighed for a long time. He could guess that Long Congyun's minions were already on their way.
He didn't have the mind to continue to blame Song Yueming. The most urgent thing is to think about how to protect it.
"How can misfortune and good fortune be avoided by the life and death of Gouli country! Even if I die, I can't just watch the brothers go on like this." Song Yueming said with a straight expression.
The heavy tone of the words made everyone present stunned, and at that time they fell silent.
"Today I went back to Xuanhe Peak to fetch medicine. I saw that the medicine storehouse was messy and almost unattended, and the sisters who were good in daily life were all in a trance. All medicine power lessons were ruined and enchanted. Usually only thinking about practicing swords" Qin Keqing frowned at that time, and then she looked at Xu Han as if asking for help: "There is really no way Xu Gongzi can do it"
Xu Han smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Qin Keqing is really worthy of him. Even if Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen are still imprisoned in their respective residences at this time, they are powerless, what can Xu Han do?
Qin Keqing also noticed this at that time, she lowered her head and was silent, but the look between her brows was extremely solemn.
Xu Han opened his mouth at that time, as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, it sounded that the people outside the city of Yanlai came to a city that day~IndoMTL.com~The situation of life and death, Xu Han When it came to the lips, he still took it back at that time.
The best way he can think of is to take everyone out of here. He doesn't have the ability to save Linglong Pavilion, but he can save them.
is just now, it doesn’t seem to be the best time to come up with this plan
"Brother Xu can't do anything, I have a solution." But Song Yueming, who was on the side, suddenly said loudly.
Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at the young man at that time, but the young man raised his head triumphantly, with a mysterious appearance.
"What can you do?" Fang Ziyu, who had finished rubbing the medicinal wine for him, put away the medicine pot in his hand, then rolled his head and said in disdain.
"Sister, don't look down on people!" Song Yueming was also a temperament who refused to admit defeat, she argued with her back straight.
"So what are you talking about?" Fang Ziyu replied, not salty and not salty, this time he didn't even turn his head to look at him. Obviously, he was sure that Song Yueming was fooling around casually.
"This" Song Yueming hesitated slightly when she saw this, and then her voice suddenly fell a little bit. "This heavenly secret cannot be revealed"
"Spread?" Fang Ziyu asked after putting the medicine bottle away.
"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed" Song Yueming's voice became a little quieter.
"Then there is no." Fang Ziyu, who heard the truth this time, came to a conclusion with confidence.
The quarrel between the two is very interesting. It dissipated the heavy atmosphere a little bit, and everyone laughed at that time.
It’s just that no one has seen it before, and the face of Song Yueming, who bowed his head, flashed with a touch of determination.