Qiao Xianyong looked at Xiao Bihen blankly. He didn't understand what he said wrongly to make this frightened woman so sad.
"It's true, that moon, I've never seen a moonlit night like that anywhere else." Xiao Bihen murmured.
Qiao Xianyong did not dare to answer, he thought silently, Master said that Duanyue Cliff never welcomes outsiders, but judging from this meaning, has Xiao Bihen ever been there before?
Xiao Bihen calmed down, regained her cold tone, and asked, "Does your master Wei Hong have other aliases? What does he look like?"
Qiao Xianyong tried hard to recall his master's appearance and replied, "Master looks ordinary. When I fell down the valley, he looked like he was thirty or forty years old."
Xiao Bihen said while thinking, "He's thirty or forty years old. That's impossible. It can't be him." After making up his mind, he asked with a fierce look on his face, "Where did you learn the seven skillful wishful hands?"
Come on? This is not the Duanyueya Kungfu!"
For Qiao Xianyong, this question is far more ferocious than answering who the master is and where the Broken Moon Cliff is. The Seven Skills of Ruyi Hand Kung Fu are not actually the martial arts of the Songyan Sect, but they were written by him from Ling Zi Palace, the leader of the Tongtian Sect.
He was self-taught in martial arts. It was his first time fighting against someone today, and he was surprised that he was able to force opponents with strong martial arts skills back frequently.
The Qiqiao Ruyi Hand should be a top-notch kung fu that was recorded by Ling Zi Palace. However, Ling Zi Palace did not explain any origin of this kung fu. Maybe in that era, everyone knew it and there was no need to write it down.
Qiao Xianyong made up his mind that he would never let anyone know the secret of Lingzi Palace. He would also avoid going down to the valley to destroy the remains of this generation of strange people after everyone knew it.
So Qiao Xianyong made up a lie and said, "Before I fell down the valley, I accompanied my master to participate in a grand martial arts ceremony organized by the Wushan Sect to hand over sacred objects. One night I couldn't sleep, so I got up and practiced swordplay outside the city. At that time
An old man dressed all in black appeared. He probably saw my efforts, so he taught me a few tricks. But I didn’t know that this was the Seven Skills Wishful Hand, and I didn’t know the old man’s name.”
Xiao Bihen stared at him with unblinking eyes, her eyes were like knives, trying to see whether his words were true or false.
Because Qiao Xianyong had already made up his mind, his eyes were calm.
Xiao Bihen looked at it for a while, but didn't seem to see any flaws. So she asked in a low voice, Lao Huang, who was standing next to her, "Father once said that the Shi Jue Sect's unique martial arts Qiqiao Ruyi Shou, with the destruction of the family a few years ago,
Has disappeared in the world. But it doesn't seem like it. Could it be that the old man in black that the young man mentioned is actually the descendant of the Shi Jue Sect?" After saying that, a worried look appeared on her face.
But Lao Huang didn't seem to believe Qiao Xianyong's answer. He thought for a while, then leaned into Xiao Bihen's ear, lowered his voice very low, and said a few words. Xiao Bihen nodded frequently.
Such a low voice would undoubtedly not be heard by others. But Qiao Xianyong was different. When he was at the bottom of the valley, when he was observing the star chart left by Lingzi Palace, he once entered an abnormal state. From then on, his mind was clear and his hearing was excellent. Qiao Xianyong was lucky.
After gaining a level of inner strength, I immediately and clearly heard Lao Huang's answer.
What Lao Huang said was, "Master, I don't think I can completely trust this kid. I can't let him go. I'll wait for an opportunity to test him again and see if I can find out the truth."
Qiao Xianyong thought that the old man was indeed cunning and cunning. Just try it out. Anyway, after escorting Xiao Morou back to Xiao Mansion, he would leave immediately and go back to Duanyue Cliff to find his master.
Xiao Bihen ordered, "Okay, let's disperse. Lao Huang, it's better to let this young man follow you and escort Rou'er."
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"Sister Mu Xin, what's going on with that boy you just called his junior brother?" In an ancient house south of the capital city of Shu, there were also people who were not asleep.
The man in black who attacked Xiao Bihen had already changed his clothes. His face was like jade, and his eyelashes were long and curled, trembling slightly. He was not as tall and strong as Qiao Xianyong, but he was also tall and handsome. At the moment
He was casually wearing a goose-yellow robe, his hair was untied and fell down long, and he wore a mountain-green embroidery on his forehead.
This handsome man was none other than Chu Hongjing, the young master of Yuxu Villa, who was one of the leaders at the Wushan sect's martial arts ceremony. Three years later, Chu Hongjing was over 20 years old, but he followed his mother's order to look for him.
The mission of the three-color rough stone has never been completed.
The red raw stone Shura Qiqiaoxin is still a sacred object of the Lingshan Sect, and is closely guarded day and night, and has never found a good opportunity to make a move.
He knew that the purple rough stone had probably always been in the hands of the leader of the Demon Cult, but the people in the Demon Cult behaved strangely. It was said that the new leader of the Demon Cult rarely went out. He spent a lot of money to bribe several disciples, and only then did he know that the leader of the Demon Cult had gone to Wushan.
Chu Hongjing smiled, happy that Buddha and a group of others had taken action against the Demon Sect in Wushan. Unexpectedly, the Demon Sect had a large number of people. Not only did he fail to succeed, but his biological sister Ling Hongyin was also kidnapped by the Demon Sect.
. His men suffered heavy casualties. After resting and recuperating, they finally caught up with the Demon Cult and his party in the capital city of Shu.
Tonight, Chu Hongjing's men found out that the main followers of the Demon Cult were resting in a ruined temple outside the city. However, the leader of the Demon Cult was living in an inn in the city with a few female relatives and servants. He thought this was a unique situation.
When a good opportunity comes, I want to use my own strength to rescue the girl first, and then deal with the gem issue later.
In the evening, he had just changed his clothes and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Ye Muxin in the next room was not asleep either. After seeing him, he wanted to go with him to rescue his sister.
The girl Ye Muxin was like a mystery in Chu Hongjing's heart. Recalling the day he met Ye Muxin, Chu Hongjing had a smile on his lips.
That day, he and his men were working at the inn. The waiter had just brought a table of chicken, duck and fish to the table. At this time, a thin man walked in. His face was tired, but his features were clear and there was a small black mole under his eye.
She sat at a square table next to Chu Hongjing and only wanted a plate of green vegetables and a portion of lotus root.
At this time, there was a little beggar in tattered clothes, drooling and looking at the fat duck on Chu Hongjing's table. His eyes were round and unblinking. While Chu Hongjing was chatting and drinking at the table unprepared, he stretched out his hand.
He went to pick up the duck legs that Kaixiao hadn't eaten and threw on the table. Who was Kaixiao? How could he tolerate someone stealing things under his nose? He didn't say much, and grabbed the little beggar's wrist.
He pulled out the dagger from his body with one hand and cut off the little beggar's fingers.
This group of people under Chu Hongjing has people from all walks of life. Sometimes after drinking alcohol, the original bad habits will inevitably be stimulated. Just when Chu Hongjing was about to reach out to stop him, he saw the thin man at the table next to him, smiling and throwing
He picked up a piece of lotus root and accurately knocked out the dagger of the smiling man. Then another piece of lotus root was quickly stuffed into the smiling mouth of the man who was cursing.
The whole room burst into laughter.
He opened his mouth to laugh and got angry, then let go of his hand, and the little beggar ran away in a hurry. The thin man ate the food on his plate calmly, ignoring the smile and walked over aggressively.