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When Liu Mengyan found Wen Shanjing, he was staying in a small mountain village outside the city, accompanied by more than ten close relatives.

"Who would have thought that Cui Shao, the dignified Senior Brother of the Tianyi Sect, would be willing to stay in this unknown mountain village for ten years without anyone knowing about it."

He stood in front of the bamboo gate with his hands behind his hands, looking at the slightly hunched figure in the courtyard, and said in a long voice:

"But is Senior Cui really willing?"

"What are you talking about?" The man in the courtyard looked sallow and wrinkled, and his hands were calloused and rough, looking like a mountain man.

No!

He is a mountain man.

His eyes were dull and empty, as if he had been tortured by life and lost his spirituality. He was like a walking zombie busy with eating and drinking every day.

Looking at Wen Shanjing, he looked surprised:

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

The sudden arrival of such a group of people in the mountain village naturally caused quite a stir.

I think the cautious mountain people kept their houses closed, but there were also bold and curious people who quietly eavesdropped on what was going on here.

Tianyimen, Cui Shao.

These are extremely unfamiliar to them, but judging from the respectful attitude of others, it seems that the old Bangzi in the village is not an ordinary person.

It's really weird.

"Why bother."

Wen Shanjing sighed:

"Senior Cui probably doesn't know that your wife was pregnant when she returned to her parents' home. The child must be ten years old now, right?"

"..."

The mountain man raised his head and moved the corner of his mouth slightly, and there were some ripples in Gujing Wubo's expression.

"I heard that the Huang family has always wanted the senior's wife to remarry, but the wife never responded. Apparently she still misses the senior in her heart."

Wen Shanjing continued to speak:

"I know the whereabouts of the Purple Snow Sword."

Whoosh!

The mountain man suddenly raised his head, the dullness and hollowness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and a sharp sword intent came out as if it had substance.

Although they were all dressed the same, the mountain people at this time were like unsheathed swords, shining with cold light, making it difficult to look directly at them.

He looked at Wen Shanjing and his voice was hoarse:

"really?"

"Of course." Wen Shanjing nodded:

"Wen can swear an oath!"

"good."

Cui Shao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly struck the stone mill next to him with his palm.

The stone mill was big enough to be surrounded by three people, and the two-layered stone roller weighed an unknown number of kilograms. Under his palm, it shattered into pieces, revealing the long sword inside.

"Zheng..."

The sword suddenly jumped up and fell into Cui Shao's hand. The sword groaned softly, as if he was excited to reappear after being in the dust for many years.

"Wen, who do you want me to deal with?"

"Please get in the carriage."

Wen Shanjing bowed:

"Let's talk in detail."

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The carriage is so spacious that even a group of eight people will not feel cramped.

Cui Shao got in the car. In addition to Wen Shanjing and Liu Mengyan, there was also a handsome middle-aged man with strange eyes.

"Tianyimen."

The man chuckled:

"I heard that the senior brother of the Tianyi Sect killed his master the night before the sect leader's succession ceremony and escaped with the inherited treasure, the Purple Snow Sword."

"I didn't expect to see the owner here."

"Brother He, please be careful when speaking, there is another reason for this matter." Wen Shanjing shook his head and stretched out his hand:

"This is the flying star player He Yanhe Daxia from Liangzhou. His flying star and moon-catching hand is one of the best. Senior Cui must have heard about it, right?"

"Um."

Cui Shao nodded slowly:

"The wonderful thief He Yan, Cui has not been involved in Jianghu affairs for many years, and I don't know when he got the nickname Flying Star Hand."

"Haha..." He Yanlang laughed:

"As early as a few years ago, He had already washed his hands and stopped doing that sneaky business, otherwise why would he be so tight on money?"

As he spoke, he touched the gold ingot on the side.

There are thirty gold ingots on the tray, each of which is worth ten taels of pure gold. If exchanged at the current market price, it can be exchanged for more than four thousand taels of silver.

Even according to the official price, it is still three thousand taels of silver!

This amount of money is a lot of money, even for a wealthy family.

And this is the reward for asking him to take action.

"This is Brother Liu Mengyan. Let's get to know each other." Wen Shanjing looked at Liu Mengyan, nodded, and asked hopefully:

"how?"

"He didn't agree." Liu Mengyan shook his head.

"What a pity." Wen Shanjing sighed.

Although it was a pity, he had already expected this and shook his head and never mentioned it again.

After all, according to that person's style, he could obviously hold a high position and earn a fortune, but he was willing to hide in the mountains and do ascetic cultivation.

This kind of people,

He has no passion for money, women, or power.

In addition, as Liu Mengyan said, Zhou Yi has a cold temperament and is not a person who pursues righteousness. The hope of asking him to take action is slim.

There was also the old devil with bloody hands, who was very powerful but had too weird temperament, so he was also not invited.

Fortunately...

enough!

He glanced at the people in the field, paused at Liu Mengyan, and felt slightly at ease.

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Shangyuan Festival.

The Liang Kingdom’s festival is second only to the New Year. On this day, every household lights up lights to ward off bad luck, and the market is bustling until the next day.

The noise is everywhere, which makes it easier for some people to do things.

The Meng family mansion.

Night falls.

More than a dozen black shadows swooped in from everywhere and appeared near the house. They exchanged messages with each other through secret whistles and silently jumped towards the yard.

"Well……"

On the roof, Zhou Yi, who was wearing a black robe, was like a ghost hiding in the dark night. He touched his chin when he saw this:

"Interesting, he is actually from the Red Lotus Sect."

Ever since Bai Fengyue obtained the Holy Buddha's Seal, the Red Lotus Sect has begun to slowly withdraw from the sphere of influence of Kunshan City, leaving only a few remaining ones.

After all, with the Lin family in charge, it is difficult for the Red Lotus Sect to preach here. On the contrary, it loses many masters every year because of this.

Such large-scale actions as today are even rarer.

Zhou Yi shook his head and ignored it.

No matter what they want to do, it has nothing to do with him. The purpose of his trip is to read the "Book of Thousand Souls" so that he can cultivate the 'Death Mushroom'.

"Whoa!"

The figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Land Galloping Technique: Perfection.

Wind Control Technique: Proficient (4/100)
To be continued...