Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 163 A little sweet

When Liu Jiqian said this, not only did he ask the Xianzong's own disciples, but even the disciples of other sects were surprised - Jiang Xiuyuan was Bai Wenche's disciple, and a newly born Jindan cultivator, how could he die here? !

"Is he really dead?" Tang He smacked his lips, feeling it was a little unreal, and couldn't help asking.

Wei Xun frowned: "Can you fake your death?"

Tang He coughed, ignored Wei Xun's somewhat straightforward answer, and looked at Liu Jiqian with excitement in his eyes.

"How did Jiang Xiuyuan die?"

"Skinned by the shadow puppets."

The dead are the greatest. Tang He did not celebrate on the spot. He slowed down, suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth, and said regretfully with an unconcealable smile on his face.

"That's such a pity! God is jealous of talented people! How could he die at such a young age? And in such a cruel way?!"

Yu He couldn't help but glance at him and said, "Senior Brother Tang, please restrain yourself." He couldn't suppress the joy on his face, so he stopped pretending.

In short, in the shadow play, whether it is real killing or fake killing, Liu Jiqian chose real killing, real death or fake death, Jiang Xiuyuan died for real anyway.

A disciple said weakly, "Brother Jiang is in trouble, and the sect's life card must be broken. Uncle Bai has only two disciples, and Brother Jiang is one of the few golden elixirs among the younger generation of the sect. How are we going to explain to Uncle Bai and the sect when we go back?"

Tang He said indifferently: "How do we explain? Are we, a few small fry, explaining why we failed to protect Jiang Xiuyuan, who has the cultivation level of a golden elixir?" If he were to say, one should not blame the road for one's own failure.

Jiang Xiuyuan died here by himself, what does that mean? His Jindan cultivation is not that good, how long has Jiang Xiuyuan been a Jindan? Rounding it off, it means that their sect's Jindan remains unchanged, and their sect has no loss!

Yu He said it in a tactful way, which is commonly known as passing the buck: "As for Senior Brother Jiang, the sect will make the decision when we return. It is none of our business, so let's not discuss it anymore."

The disciples of the Wenxian Sect were not in a hurry, and the disciples of other sects had even less to say. Lin Xingzhi even came over to chat with Liu Jiqian, but Liu Jiqian didn't pay much attention to him.

The shadow play scene is a pile of rocks under a stone wall. The elongated shadows of the strange rocks are cast on the stone wall. Coupled with the various strange rock shapes passing by, it seems as if a shadow play of folk ghost stories is being performed.

Everyone left here quickly.

Tang He: "Brother Lu sent a message, they said they entered the street."

After hearing Tang He's words, Liu Jiqian took a look at his communication jade slip and couldn't help but take out his communication jade slip. The jade slip lit up and there was indeed news.

"Senior Brother Liu, Sister Yan, Ye Yingzhou, Xun Ruo, and I are already in the streets of the city. If you receive any news, please come and join us."

Hearing the familiar voice in the jade slip, Liu Jiqian's brows softened and he replied.

"Well, okay, I'll come find you."

Yu He glanced at Liu Jiqian sideways, then turned his head and whispered to Tang He, "It seems that Senior Brother Liu is in a good mood." Having just come out of the ghost den, Senior Brother Liu seemed to be smiling, but there was a chill in his body, as if it was spring and the flowers were blooming and the ice and snow were melting.

Tang He: "Ah? Isn't he smiling the whole time and looks like he's in a good mood?" Senior Brother Liu always seems to be gentle and it's rare to see him unhappy, except for the time when he saw Senior Brother Lu injured - they have a really good relationship.

Yu He: "...Forget it, Brother Tang, just pretend I didn't say anything." Can't you tell whether he's really happy or not? Brother Tang's insensitivity is really amazing.

Everyone sent messages to their fellow disciples, trying to find a way to reunite. Yan Qingshu sent a message to Wei Xun saying that she was with Lu Wensheng and was safe, and didn't say anything else.

After Wei Xun sent messages to several disciples of Lingxiao Sect, he pondered over her message, racking his brains for a long time, and sent messages intermittently - he didn't know why he was pondering, obviously according to his personality, it would be enough to just send a message saying he knew.

But he just wanted to post more, as if he wanted to show off something, or as if he was expecting something.

"I'm fine here. I met a shadow puppet ghost, and met Tang He, Liu Jiqian, Yu He..." Wei Xun reported the names of all the people around him, both those he knew and those he didn't know, who were picked up by the collar and asked for their names.

There is a lot of foreshadowing in the beginning, and the ultimate goal is stated with a blushing face in the end.

"Be careful, I'll come find you right away. Don't get me wrong, it's for the spirit stone."

Yan Qingshu on this side looked at a long list of names and showed it to Lu Wensheng with a puzzled look on her face.

Yan Qingshu: "Forget about the familiar faces at the front, but what the hell is this bunch behind? Is the Khan recruiting soldiers?"

Lu Wensheng: "I don't know. Although they are all sword cultivators, their brain circuits are still different."

As for the awkward concern that made it even more obvious and the superfluous cover-up that followed, Yan Qingshu understood it immediately and simply ignored it - the LOVE of a straight male swordsman is just strong.

She was reading while sending a message to Wei Xun. Lu Wensheng was standing nearby, feeling a bit weird.

"Wenye, are you only concerned about me because of the spirit stone? You are actually worried about me, right? Would you come to me without the spirit stone?"

Yan Qingshu's tone was aggrieved, and ignoring the excitement flashing in her eyes, her voice sounded pitiful, as if she was about to cry.

Lu Wensheng got goosebumps: "Do you have to speak in such a pinched voice?"

Yan Qingshu: "What do you know, a bachelor? He just falls for it!"

You've never been in a relationship before, and you've only tried out the theories you know on Wei Xun, right? You're still buying into this.

Lu Wensheng curled his lips when he heard Yan Qingshu's words - he didn't know anything else, but he was clear about this.

Yan Qingshu used to cry out to his sister every day for a man, but in fact she was just lying on the bed and talking. She had to satisfy her desire for words, but actual actions were just talk.

When Wei Xun heard Yan Qingshu's almost coquettish and pitiful tone, his face turned red and his ears were about to explode. He looked around like a guilty thief, and his hands holding the jade slip felt like they were sweating. After hesitating for a long time, he suppressed his impatience and sent a message back.

"I will care and worry and come to you."

After waiting for a long while, it seemed that the person on the other end was digesting something... The tone of the voice that came back was a little stiff, but the voice was low and a little hoarse - it felt like he was being teased quite a lot.

Lu Wensheng didn't understand, but was shocked: "Do you really buy into this?!" He didn't understand, why? !

Yan Qingshu raised her eyebrows: "Use the right method, three rhetorical questions, and make the arrogant and straight swordsman open his heart to me!"

Suddenly thinking of something, Lu Wensheng looked at Yan Qingshu with admiration: "I feel like you made a lot of money this time. If you two are really together, wouldn't the small amount of money he made from you come back to you? What's the difference between this and putting money into your right pocket? And he won't even need spirit stones to order him around in the future, so you'll get free labor for free."

Yan Qingshu blinked: "So I don't do business at a loss~"

Although it was a joke, Lu Wensheng still couldn't help but complain about her.

"You slave owner."