Chapter 4

"What do you mean, Lord Pingxiang?"

Jian Fengliu stared at the white paper without saying a word. Yes, everything was as Jian Rushuang said. There was nothing in the letter, only a piece of white paper. Although Suoge Pingxiang doesn't get along well with himself, as a family, Suoge Pingxiang is really not that kind of boring person, so this white paper has a layer of other meaning. What is it? The sword's romantic eyes are like a sharp sword, and he can't wait to puncture the paper and see the meaning of Soge Pingxiang clearly.

Jian Xiao took white paper from his daughter's hand and looked at it a few times. He really didn't know what to say?

"Ru Shuang, what do you think this white paper means?" In the final analysis, Jian Fengliu is really not very reassuring about Jian Rushuang's successor. I'm afraid that he is not destined to enter the world in this life. So on the issue of choosing a successor, Jian Fengliu is naturally cautious.

"Rushuang doesn't understand."

The sword style is somewhat disappointed and even lost. If the swordsman is here, then he can definitely say some reasons. Just now, there was an answer in Jian Fengliu's heart. So Ege Pingxiang was really not that kind of boring person. The white paper he sent just explained a problem.

South Tang Dynasty. Yes, Soge Pingxiang was already in the Southern Tang Dynasty at this time, which has been guessed by the sword style. The meaning of white paper is very simple. Soge Pingxiang needs to verify the evidence and the real evidence that the sword clan has died. And the white paper naturally requires the sword to write him all the clues such as the place and time of the disappearance of the swordsman. As for the sword style, how do you understand it? In fact, this is also very simple. Jian Fengliu held the letter in his hand, but it was left for a long time. The answer was naturally on the envelope. The envelope used by Soge Pingxiang was actually a special envelope for the diplomatic embassy, the kind of 800 miles. And the location of the embassy. Well, Nantang.

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"Master, are we really going to miss the cliff?" Liu Fulu followed behind Soge Pingxiang.

Soge Pingxiang walked on the street in plain clothes, and the direction was obviously outside the town capital. Soge Pingxiang said, "I don't believe that my grandson will die so easily."

In the Southern Tang Dynasty, this has always been a pleasant place for a pleasant climate, even though most of the half-moon empire has been frozen for thousands of miles. At this time, Nantang was still wearing a single dress. The climate here is hot in summer and cool in winter, as for the so-called snow? Well, there has never been a record of snow.

Missing the cliff is like spring at this time, but there is no scene of flowers blooming. Walking on the forest path, a waterfall and an unmanned hut next to the waterfall appeared in front of Soge Pingxiang.

The cold pool sewage is like ink. Liu Fulu was obviously shocked; "Sir, this is a very strong dark attribute."

"Dark attribute is true?" Soge Pingxiang is not a martial artist. At the beginning, he was able to marry the grandmother of the sword clan, which naturally relied on his extraordinary literary talent. The ink-like sewage in the cold pool, Soge Pingxiang could not feel anything except a cloudy cold. And it is always cold under the waterfall, which is really not a strange thing. Only this ink-like sewage is the strangest thing.

Liu Fulu explained, "In the words of the master, the water is wrapped in a dark attribute true qi, and it is one of the characteristics of this true qi that has not dispersed for a long time."

"Isn't the attribute true qi divided into water, soil, gold, fire and wood? Why is there suddenly a dark attribute? Soge Pingxiang really can't understand those messy kung fu and other things in the martial arts.

"This is a rare attribute, and there is only one among thousands of people." After saying that, Liu Fulu picked up a branch from the side and stretched it into the cold pool and picked out some broken ice from it; "The young master once stayed here. This is ice, which is made of true air condensed. According to the young master's skills, there should never be such broken ice when practicing. This kind of broken ice means that the young master once removed the foreign energy in his body here?

"Diger energy?"

"According to my estimation, it should be this mass of black ink."

So Ege Pingxiang was really not interested in martial arts. If it hadn't been for the swordsmanship, he would not have let the swords learn martial arts at all. Soge Pingxiang walked into the house.

The room looks very clean and everything is tidy. The decorations in the house also seem to be vaguely ordinary. This makes Soge Pingxiang feel strange.

"What's the matter, sir?" Liu Fulu looked at Soege Pingxiang and felt a little strange? In Liu Fulu's view, this room is really ordinary. Although it is spotless, there are no valuable clues.

"There are people living here. I'm wondering who lives here. There should be a layer of dust in the house." After saying that, Soege Pingxiang pressed his hand on the stove, and it was indeed a little warm.

"Who are you?" A knife was handed to the back of Suo Ege Pingxiang's neck.

"Thomas Young?" Liu Fulu turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Who are you?" Thomas Yang sent it out with a knife, and after just a test, he realized that this tall man had no martial arts. And although he is not tall or even a little short, he is a martial arts master.

"Liu Fulu."

Liu Fulu? Thomas Young was really unimpressed by the name for a moment. It sounded like the name of a servant, which was extremely simple. Thomas Young, as an assassin, has a lot of information at hand. Do you want to add an assassin's name from these materials? This is obviously a little tormenting, but soon Thomas Yang thought of a person; "Forty years ago, the name must have been your Excellency."

Liu Fulu's eyes lit up. He hasn't heard anyone mention this name for 40 years, but he didn't expect to hear people in the world mention his name today.

Thomas Yang pointed to Soge Pingxiang with a knife; "Who is this one?"

"I'm the grandfather of the swordsman."

Thomas Yang put down the knife completely; "Please sit down. I don't know why several people appeared here.

"Investigate the disappearance of the sword clan." Soege Pingxiang Road.

"There is no need to investigate. The sword man, the master of the magic door, has investigated and has inferred what is going on with the disappearance of the sword clan."

"Who is the owner of the magic door?" Soge Pingxiang turned his head and asked Liu Fulu beside him, who had a chill and quickly made up for his master; "It's Jian Xiao."

"So it was him." Soge Pingxiang can't know those messy things in the world, but Jianxiao does know it clearly.

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"Master, the sword clan is missing. Jimo Villa needs a new heir. Does the owner have any good candidates?" Xilinjun sat opposite the swordsman with a smile on the corners of his mouth.

This is a very small room. There are only two people sitting in the room. Everyone knows who these two people are. One is a swordsman and the other is Xilin Jun. It can be said that no one in the martial arts knows the sword, but when it comes to the Xilin army? That is, when a stone is thrown into the torrent, nothing can be seen. Wulin is a place where strength is respected after all. The Xilin army can become the deputy owner of Jimo Villa by indeed not martial arts, but intelligence. The so-called strong and weak are talking about this kind of person. In the dynasty, this guy's position is quite high. The governor of Jiangzhou in the empire, managing eight provinces, can be regarded as a feudal official. You should know that the whole territory of half a month is less than three states. That is, the three states that people often call the three states, Jun, Jiang and Yi.

This time the sword clan disappeared, Xilinjun specially rushed back from Jiangzhou, almost with Rushuang's feet.

"In front of me, should you respect Prince Yi first?"

"It seems that there is no need to call it that at home," Xi Linjun laughed.

"It seems that you don't need to talk about the disappearance of the swordsman. Naturally, the swordsman will deal with it." The sword style goes straight into the road with a single knife.

"However, Jimo Villa is not unique to the swordsman now. Xilin, Qingyou and Dark Night have all made efforts for the construction of Guyue Village." Naturally, the Xilin army can also calculate what the sword style is.

The sword clan sighed, and the son was still negligent after all. The thing that made the Xilin family take charge of part of the power of Jimo Villa was that the son came up with.

"Doesn't the landlord have any opinions to express?" Xilinjun smiled a few times.

"Is there any good candidate for the Xilin family?"

"The battle in Xilin is brave and resourceful, both literary and military, and has been leading troops for many years. He is really the best candidate after the Soege sword clan." Xilin Jun said in a tone of praise.

This makes the sword style disgusting for a while. This Xilin army is really not humble. What kind of person is Xilin Zhan? Nowadays, the emperor has said a comment in private that eating, drinking, gambling and whoring can do everything. Is such a person elected as the heir of Jimo Villa? The sword style can't imagine it at all. What is brave and resourceful? However, people who have only led soldiers for several years and have not participated in actual combat are really not qualified to become an heir.

Jian Fengliu shook his head; "Change, there will always be better people."

"Xilinbo, the provincial government of Guan, manages the internal provinces in an orderly manner. In the past few years, the customs provinces have been smooth, and everyone praises Xilinbo as a good parent official."

The sword is romantic and can't wait to vomit wildly. If the wind and rain are smooth, this is also a political achievement. It's too fucking easy to be an official. As for the internal province in good order? The sword style can only laugh. Guannei Province has always been the focus of half-month royal care, and Kansai Linbo has nothing to do. Jian Fengliu still shook his head; "Guan Nei Province is far away from this place. With such twists and turns, I'm afraid that the road will change. You should know who in the world doesn't want to hijack the young master of Jimo Villa. This book is currently moving towards the goal of 900,000 words, which is a step closer to the end of the year. Dear book lovers, please vote. Have you read the infinite ambition? The masterpiece is good. I hope you can support it.