Listening to her talk about the Eighteen Styles of Ranhua coming from the Tianshan lineage, Gray Thorn was silent, shit, it has nothing to do with the Tianshan lineage.
She was low-key and honest. Gray Thorn glanced at her.
Liu Ruhai thought silently, Oh no, I'm going to be fooled. Wake up! Don't think that she is just a fool who just came out of the mountains. She is a veteran Qingluo ghost in the yamen.
Hui Ci has already figured out that Shen Shuangtian and Lou Xiliu may have been taught by her. Hui Ci thought that he should go find his old friends in the Tianshan lineage in the next two days and ask about Qing Luo Nv Gui's apprenticeship. Luo Nvgui should be a contemporary of his old friend. His old friend is Gulina, and Gulina's name in the palace is Yingying.
After all, he has already seen that this set of chaotic body techniques is actually transformed from Biying's mental technique. He has even seen that Shen Shuangtian's sword technique is not the authentic mental technique of the sect.
It should be that when Shen Shuangtian was a child, someone learned the Biying Mental Technique, and knew that Shen Shuangtian's aptitude was different from ordinary people. This person adjusted and modified the Biying Mental Technique, coupled with the Biying Palace Sword Technique, and created a swordsmanship that was only suitable for Shen Shuangtian.
If this was also taught by the Qingluo female ghost, he couldn't help but be secretly frightened.
He is worthy of being an old devil of the Tianshan lineage.
Tianshan Ice Palace... Gray Thorn has also been there before.
That was a long time ago.
Maybe it was a blessing that Shen Shuangtian and the others followed him to the capital and met the Qingluo female ghost.
"Well, I have always told Shuangtian that she will be the master of Biying Palace in the future. She works very, very hard." Cao Xiwan proudly recalled, showing off her parenting experience to Liu Ruhai, "Xiao Qiao also said last time Yes, did you hear that, without me encouraging him to become the master of Biying Palace in the future, they must have no goals!"
"..."
They were really unlucky to meet you. Gray Thorn looked at her silently.
I also knew that Su Jintian would certainly not allow his younger siblings to have such a goal. They must have suffered a lot behind their backs.
Cao Xiwan didn't care at all about the battle between Su Jintian and Russell. She didn't care about the fierce sword fire between them, which was killing you and me. This surprised Liu Ruhai. Did Su Jintian have any other tricks to suppress the situation? If it didn't work, maybe About to lose?
His eyes fell on Cao Xiwan's face, and of course she noticed it. She couldn't help but look back at him and smiled at him.
Liu Ruhai felt that something was wrong with her smiling at him too much tonight?
But he didn't expect at the time that he would become an accomplice of a liar like Lou Xiliu, embarking on a path of no return, and would later be hated by the Gray Thorn for several years.
While they were talking, Xu Yan came up and whispered:
"Mother Luo is here."
She was startled. Mother Luo came here at this time. It was because Mr. Hou had something to do - no, was it Qin Meng who asked her to go back?
Cao Xiwan had suspicions for a long time. After whispering a few words to Luo's mother, she actually dropped everything.
She shouted: "Su Jintian, I'm going to go back to bed first. If you have the results, let me know." After saying that, she held Liu's hand.
Ruhai held his hand and said sadly, "Take care of it for me. I only have this one child." He ran over again, caught Eunuch Wenruo, and said sincerely, "Take care of it for me. Just don't let them die. I'm missing an arm. It’s okay if you break your leg.” He then compared the numbers mysteriously and said, “I won’t let you work in vain.”
"..."
After saying that, she passed by the small school grounds, leaving behind the crowd she had called to help her in the middle of the night, and hurried back to the Nankang Marquis Mansion from the back alley of the Zongren Mansion.
"In a few days, we will have a dinner together with Su Jintian and everyone!"
In the sky above the Zongren Mansion, even the East Palace heard her shouting. Mother Luo, who was chasing her, was terrified, fearing that the masters of the Yulin Guards would rush out and shoot them to death with random arrows as assassins.
In front of the gate of Sanshan, lanterns were swaying, but Feng Junqing, who was supposed to enter the house, had his eyes slightly closed and was sitting cross-legged in a cart at the street corner.
He saw Cao Xiwan coming back quickly.
He snorted, lowered the curtain with his fingers, and looked sideways at the other hazy figure in the car: "Qin Meng is not available."
Qin Meng must have informed Qingluo female ghost and asked her to come back quickly.
As if to confirm his conjecture, Qin Meng's partner Luo Mofeng hurriedly followed Cao Xiwan into the Sanshan Gate of the Hou Mansion.
The master of the temple, Yuan Guang, and Qin Meng's master are already old monks. They live in the temple and do not care about the worldly affairs. They don't even pay attention to the temple affairs.
At this time, the old monk sitting in the cart with a blue cloth was Yuan Chen, the leader of the Discipline Hall. He was dressed in a black and yellow embroidered monk's robe with "tian" characters, and his thin eyebrows were white. He closed his eyes and said, "The poor monk just calls him back to the temple."
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Feng Junqing frowned. There was no use in driving Qin Meng away. What he wanted was for Qin Meng to cooperate with him inside and outside!
Yuan Chen sighed secretly, and did not want to offend Feng Chongfeng. After all, he had a deep connection with the temple. During the war, the temple received great kindness.
He thought carefully and said: "The temple master has something to say. Master Feng can really convince Master Nephew Qin and prove that Song Chengming, the Marquis of Nankang, really dares to use living people to make puppets. The temple master said that the disciples of this temple will definitely do justice for heaven and kill this person."
people."
Feng Junqing pondered.
Maybe, it's worth thinking of another way and giving Qin Meng another try.
"Don't worry, Master Feng. The poor monk has a way to get Master Qin closer to him. It just so happens that the master of this temple also has something to ask Master Feng."
"Please tell me." Feng Junqing was quite willing to let Yuanguang Temple owe him a favor.
"Secretary Qin wrote a letter back to the temple last year, saying that Shangguan seemed to be interested in arranging a marriage for him and letting him marry a woman from the Yamen. Since he was the first disciple and was raised by the temple master, he naturally had to agree to it.
The poor monk is thinking, can I ask Master Feng to come forward and check this woman out? If her character is acceptable, I can also ask Master Feng to come forward and propose marriage for him? In this way, Master Feng and Junior Nephew Qin will naturally get closer."
"...Who is the other party?" Feng Junqing had a bad premonition.
"I heard that he was born to a family in the Marquis of Nankang Mansion. Now he is working as a daughter-in-law in the government office."
Yuan Chen obviously inquired carefully. The only thing he didn't expect was that his nephew Qin Meng was vague in the letter and did not dare to say that the woman was a seriously ill invalid. He expected that the master would never agree.
"Master Feng, when the poor monk arrived in the capital, he also inquired about several families of Yamen women, but unfortunately they were not hers."
Feng Junqing finally understood that Yuan Chen came down from the mountain and entered the capital this time, not for a trip or to visit friends.
"Master, didn't you find out?" he asked.
This is impossible. The first two lay disciples of Enguang Temple in the capital are the commanders of the Habayashi Guards.
Among the Twelve Guards of the Pro-Army, Qin Meng and several of his junior brothers were even present at the Jinyi Guards. Other Yingyang Guards, Jinwu Guards, etc., as well as two or three generations of monks and lay disciples of the master of Yuanguang Temple, were all serving as military attachés.
Old monk Yuan Chen has a wide network of contacts in the military attaché circle in the capital. How could he not find out about the Qingluo female ghost?
"Several of my nephews said that she may be a girl who has never been outside the palace of the Marquis. She is timid. Maybe her family is too poor. She is really inconspicuous and cannot be inquired about."
"..." No, your nephews ganged up to deceive you. Feng Junqing thought. Qin Meng bribed them.
Yuan Chen obviously didn't expect that the loyal and obedient nephew Qin would already learn to be a traitor and deceive his elders since he joined the Jinyi Guards. He smiled kindly and said: "Monks don't have a family background. It doesn't matter if the woman's family is poor. My senior brother can't
Don't care about this. He told the poor monks to marry a virtuous wife, and Buddhist disciples should not care about appearance. As long as they have ordinary appearance, good health, and a pure character, that's all."
When Feng Junqing thought about it, the three conditions had nothing to do with her.
"The poor monk heard that there are many wives in various imperial palaces in the capital who are secretly concubines for women. Most of their fathers, brothers and husbands were military attachés and soldiers and died on the battlefield. They are also loyal and martyrs, and they usually only protect their wives in the palace.
Ladies, maybe that girl is innocent and has never even left the palace of the Marquis. She must be a pitiful woman."
"..." Feng Junqing was speechless for a long time.
He refrained from saying that she just came back from a fight in the middle of the night and passed by Master.