#75

"Hmm?" Ye Qinghong turned around when he heard the words of the swordsman in black, "What did you say?"

The black-clothed swordsman Duan Chun repeated coldly: "The Wudang disciple just now had the same smell as this person."

Ye Qinghong immediately raised his nose and sniffed, showing doubt: "Why didn't I smell anything?"

Monk Wuye thought for a while, "Young Master Jin lives in the Wudang wing room, maybe what you smell is the incense in the Wudang Mountains."

Duan Chun hugged the sword and closed his eyes: "It's not the incense, it's the smell of medicinal materials. After the young master Jin took the medicine, the same smell of medicine was also stained with the Wudang disciple."

Ye Qinghong was surprised: "Your nose is so sensitive? Then can you tell what medicine is the young master Jin taking?"

Duan Chun couldn't help anymore, "I'm not a doctor."

Ye Qinghong became interested and approached Duan Chun: "Then can you smell what smell is on me?"

Duan Chun frowned: "The smell of sweat. Stay away from me."

"Nonsense! I just washed it yesterday."

The two of them quarreled for a while, and Ye Qinghong turned his words back to the young master of Jin: "No wonder he dressed so simply, he was still sick..."

Monk Wuye turned his head to look at him and understood his appearance. "That young master of Jin makes you interesting again?"

Ye Qinghong sneered and nodded, "For some reason, when I saw that Young Master Jin, I felt that I would definitely become close friends with him... Hey, monk, aren't you good at medical skills?"

Monk Wuye recited the Buddha's name and wanted to refuse: "With the financial resources of the Master Jin family, it should be better than the doctor."

"Who said, what if the other doctors are not as good as you?"

Ye Qinghong looked at the young master in white sitting with the sects in the distance, and couldn't help but think.

He couldn't understand it himself, but just like he met Monk Wuye in the past, there seemed to be something guiding him, making him feel that he should make friends with the young master of Jin.

Although the other party seemed to be the kind of arrogant and indifferent person he didn't like very much.

I really don't understand, I don't understand.

...

After getting off Mount Wudang, Tang Jin changed into a sara outfit.

But before she could return to the Luoyi Tower station, she saw a black purple wind banner hanging on the second floor of the inn swaying in the wind in front of an inn near the Luoyi Tower station station.

She closed her eyes and returned to Luoyi Tower with a calm expression.

Because of Tang Jin's style before, even when he saw her returning from outside, no one dared to ask where she went. After Tang Jin returned to his yard, he did not go out again.

It was not until the moon was in the sky that the updater who was patrolling the streets outside knocked on the second update that a black figure silently left Luoyi Tower, swept across the eaves and roof tiles, and soon disappeared.

The night was a little quiet. After a few rounds of the black shadow in Junzhou City, it turned into a hidden house and fell into the empty backyard.

Tang Jin turned his head, his voice was deserted: "Subordinate—"

"Bang!"

A violent mace wind blew from his side, and Tang Jinhou jumped to avoid it. The floor tiles she was standing just now were smashed by the sunken mace.

Tang Jin tilted his head and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared and attacked her.

The silver moon above my head shone a little shrill.

The wind was treacherous, and the wind blew through the hall and the dead trees in the yard. The shadows of the elongated trees on the ground were like ghost claws, and they were about to catch them.

Under Tang Jin's gaze, the man in white in his hand holding a heavy mace slowly turned around, revealing a pale and strange mask of formlessness.

On the mask, bright red blood and tears flowed out of the left eye, as if compassionate and ridiculed.

With special weapons and iconic dress, most people in the world can call out this person's name.

White clothes and white faces, murder tears and blood, Demon Cult—

Mo Yu.

Tang Jin's already tilted head changed direction again.

"Mo Yu" who suddenly appeared in the yard did not notice her doubts, and her eyes were coldly cast under the mask, "Sha Luo? Why, I just came to Junzhou and couldn't wait to kill me?"

Before Tang Jin could reply—and there was no need for Tang Jin to reply at all, he sneered himself: "That's right! So what if I broke Li Qingshan's arm? What, I want to avenge Li Qingshan? It depends on whether you have the ability!"

"Sha Luo? So what about Sa Luo? So what about Luo Yilou's top killing list? Today! You, Sa Luo, are also destined to follow in Li Qingshan's footsteps and become my defeated opponent with Mo Yu's mace!"

"Don't talk about you, a little saro. Today, I will kill all your Luoyi Tower in front of everyone!"

As he said that, the man laughed wildly as if he was sick: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha--"

Tang Jin: "..."

【…】

[Master, is he sick?] 030 asked with a very sincere heart.

Tang Jin didn't say anything, she raised her hand and threw the dagger in her hand at the "Mo Yu" who was laughing wildly - as if she was hit by some crazy laughter.

Even though the man immediately raised his hand to catch the flying knife, the pale mask on his face still made a crack silently.

With a "click", the lower half of the mask fell on the ground.

The man's crazy laughter like self-immersion also came to an abrupt end.

Before Tang Jin could stop, she turned the other knife in her hand and aimed at the man's somewhat sparse head.

"Stop and stop!"

"Mo Yu", or the leader of the Demon Sect who pretended to be "Mo Yu", came out to embarrass her, Xue Wuming quickly stopped Tang Jin.

Looking at Tang Jin's cool and light eyes, Xue Wuming coughed twice, shook his sleeves, restrained his expression and turned his hands behind his back, and put on a high posture of the leader.

"Mo Yu, look at how well I dressed in this outfit, how much does it look like you?"

Tang Jin raised his knife again.

It's better to kill it now.

Looking at her actions, Xue Wuming couldn't help but frown in disagreement, "Why did you become this kind of virtue? You can use a knife and a gun when you disagree. Don't forget that we are not the butchers in Luoyilou. We have been teaching reasoning for the past."

Tang Jin slid his hand and the knife in his hand flew straight out.

Xue Wuming turned his head and avoided the knife she threw, and his face collapsed: "Mo Yu! Is this person spoiling you too much?"

Tang Jin: "Luoyilou is pretty good, my subordinates decided to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. What do the leader thinks?"

Xue Wuming: "...It's just a joke. Isn't this not seen you for a long time?"

Tang Jin was cold and indifferent: "Is it funny?"

"...You are still so cold, Yu." Xue Wuming looked at her cold eyes, coughed twice, stopped playing tricks, turned around and called out Zihua beside him, "Zihua, don't you have something to say?"

Zihua, who was standing in the dark, walked out slowly: "Master, the Great Protector."

Xue Wuming waved his hand, "If you have anything to do, just say it quickly."

Zihua nodded and turned to Tang Jin: "Great Protector, did the Great Protector know about the Luoyi Tower raiding the Demon Cult's resident last night?"

Tang Jin said "um" coldly.

Xue Wuming also knew about this and interrupted, "I have heard about what happened last night. Zihua, you did a good job. When I return to the school, I will hold a celebration banquet for you."

Zihua has become accustomed to his spirit of holding celebration banquets when he has something to do. He thanked him and said, "Master, what Zihua wants to say is what happened last night."

She lowered her eyes and said her thoughts: "At first last night, Zihua didn't realize it was strange, but after thinking about it carefully, it was a little strange. The leader, the great protector, we are probably being used by someone."

Zihua said in a deep voice: "The other party wants to use a knife to kill people and use us to attack Luoyilou."

When Xue Wuming heard this, he couldn't help but raise half of his eyebrows: "Who dares to use our long-term teaching?"

"Ordinary people can't, but..." Zihua thought of something, "There are still people from Tingfeng Pavilion in the city at this moment."

Xue Wuming narrowed his eyes and his voice became colder: "Tingfeng Pavilion? They do have that possibility..."

After a while, he remembered something and turned to look at Tang Jin who didn't want to talk, "By the way, Mo Yu, have you been sent by Luo Yilou to Tingfeng Pavilion for a while before? You should be able to distinguish their people, right?"

"Dare to use our long-term teachings? I'm really tired of living."

Xue Wuming snorted coldly, regardless of whether Zihua's guess was true or not, he made a decision with a wave of his hand.

"Mo Yu, tomorrow, no, I will go to find a few Tingfeng Pavilion people tonight and kill them. I will warn Tingfeng Pavilion! Let them know the consequences of using our long-lasting teachings!"

Tang Jin: "..."
Chapter completed!