Chapter 30

The flowers bloom at two ends, each with one branch.

Let's not talk about how the dark tide is raging in the dark, but on the bright side, the group of heroes is still held in a rush.

This good banquet was suddenly lively, as if there was not a sharp sword hanging above their heads, forcing them to find a way out, but it really seemed to be outing for fun. But he said that Xiao Yi ate at Wu'an during the day, and he was quietly relieved when he saw Shaolin Temple at night without him.

Today's gang of heroes is full of heroes, and heroes are everywhere. It is when he shows his abilities, he doesn't want anything wrong. After three rounds of drinking, these people seemed to think of business at last. First, Xiao Yi raised his cup and said: "Dear masters, seniors. As we all know, Wuminggu was killed a few months ago, and there has been no sound. It was not until the younger generation was lucky enough to rescue the second disciple of Wuminggu, Zangfeng, that he had eyebrows. Tibetan style hero. I must have heard the testimony that I said later. Regarding Yan Mobei's rebellion against the enemy and the invasion of the Central Plains with the Xiqiang people. What do you think is true or false?"

Wu Dangqing and the elders took the lead to speak: "This matter is of great importance and cannot be easily judged."

"What else is there to say! This Yan Mobei has helped the Xiqiang people in war, and has also sealed off some generals, is there still a fake?" Some people expressed their dissatisfaction with simple thoughts.

Xiao Yi nodded, "The younger generation believes that Yan Mobei's betrayal must not be unbelievable or completely believed. Therefore, the younger generation decided to send someone to Xiqiang to inquire about the information after the Tibetan wind hero was better injured. exactly."

Everyone agreed and recognized Xiao Yi's cautious approach.

"The Xiqiang people's plot on Wuming Valley may not be clear to us for the time being, but Xiao has some speculations here." Xiao Yi said, "This speculation is also related to some of the predecessors present in the room and the unsuspecting disasters encountered a while ago."

"It's Qin Shan!" Someone gritted his teeth and said: "Then Qin Shan sneaky poisoned us, and Wuming Valley fell, and he must be inseparable from him."

"Amitabha." Shaolin master of the character said: "Is it related to the Qin donor, you can't make a judgment."

Xiao Yi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, knowing that these bald donkeys would protect Qin Shan, but this did not prevent him from offering a trick.

"The master's words are very bad. Qin Shan has confronted Wulin for many years, and as the emperor's confidant, the things in his hands are far beyond my guess. In order to obtain information, it is impossible for the Xiqiang people to attack Wuminggu for him. Not to mention. The Xiqiang people are good at making Gu, and it happens that Qin Shan has joined with Pu Cunxi to make life-breaking Gu harm people. Who can say that they must be unrelated?"

After the master of the character heard the words, he glanced at Xiao Yi, then bowed his head and said nothing.

"Yeah, Broken Life Gu, and this Broken Life Gu. My master was tricked by Qin Xiaoren, and now Yueyue is under his control. Xiao Gongzi, you didn't say that there was a way to solve the problem for us."

Xiao Yi said, "Then you have to ask the senior monks of Shaolin."

"Why did you say this?"

"Even though Xiao is not talented, he also knows that there are a lot of scriptures in Shaolin Temple, and he has learned from hundreds of families. Xiao guessed that there might be a way to break the gu."

The Shaolin monk hurriedly said: "The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion only has the scriptures and classics of this temple, and nothing else."

"Oh?" Xiao Yi raised her eyebrows, "but as far as I know, when the crazy swordsman died ten years ago, the secret book he carried with him was accepted by Shaolin. Is this also a Shaolin classic?"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"Is it true?"

"That's a crazy swordsman!"

"So many sects besieged him, how could there be no benefit at all?"

Wu Dangqing and the elder's eyebrows jumped. As one of the few insiders back then, he looked at the monks in Shaolin Temple with a little displeasedness, but his thoughts were different from those of others. The old Taoist priests were a little angry, how could the news of the well-hidden being exposed? This group of monks did not worry about it.

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Xiao Yi curled his lips inconspicuously, and his intentions were truly revealed. In fact, he didn't care about whether there was an antidote to Life Break Gu, nor did he care about the life and death of others. He just wanted to expose Shaolin's secret secrets of the crazy swordsman in public. When he doesn't have to play, people from all walks of life will trouble the monks for him.

And Xiao Yi only needs to reap the benefits of the fisherman, because of this secret book, in his opinion, it should be his Xiao family.

"Know the senior!"

Someone in the seat couldn't help but say, "The secret book left by the crazy swordsman back then is really in Shaolin Temple?"

The Shaolin monk stood still and said, "What is it, and what is it not? The secret book of the mad swordsman will not benefit you from the poison. This has not changed."

Who cares about the broken life Gu at this time! What everyone cares more about is what kind of treasure the crazy swordsman left behind? Those who are more flexible, have guessed that the Xiqiang people attacked Wuming Valley not for Qin Shan, but for Master Qin Shan's secret book.

In this way, this cheat book is really a treasure.

"The monks don't speak any words, you know the master. You may tell us plainly, does the Shaolin Temple hide Xiao Yiran's secret book?"

The great monk was silent.

And his silence also predicted the truth to a certain extent.

"I'm sure, if there are, the secrets are definitely not in the Shaolin Temple, nor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." A disciple of the museum said, "Since the Shaolin Golden Pavilion was harmed by thieves decades ago, it is truly precious. The secret books of Shaolin Temple will not be stored in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but will be handed over to the senior martial artists of contemporary disciples to carry them with them."

The museum knows astronomy and geography from the top, and also knows the secret past.

Hearing that, everyone present turned their attention to it, is it that this secret book is now hidden on him?

Someone was ready to move, but was suppressed by a ray of sword light.

The sword light tilted like the moonlight, and the cold light was dazzling. However, where the sword pointed, it made people tremble and dare not move. The man with the sword was dressed in white, and the blue silk was tied high, and only a little disobediently slipped from his forehead. Behind him, two rows of disciples in white stood holding swords. The sword in his hand and the white clothes on his body are shining.

There is no semicolon except Wanbian Villa.

"Now the situation is in dire danger. Those who only care about fame and fortune will end up like this." As soon as the swordsman in white clothes took the lead, within half a meter, all the blue bricks of the tables and chairs were turned into pieces. This internal force and the manipulation of swordsmanship is jaw-dropping.

His name was soon called out.

"Wan Chengxuan!"

"Wan Blade Villa!"

"Why is he here?"

Every time this name is called out, it is a storm of blood. He is the leader of kendo, a brilliant talent of martial arts in a century, and even the owner of Wanbian Villa that many people envy and hate.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted by this unexpected guest.

And Wan Leng followed behind the owner, a little numb to those too hot gazes. He knew that once the owner appeared, there would be such a scene. In the first place, except for those who are hidden from the world, the name of the first person in the Daqi Rivers and Lakes is now falling on their owner. Secondly, Wanbian Villa has always acted slantingly, eclectic, and more eye-catching than ordinary schools.

"Wan Chengxuan!" The person who was previously forced by his sword qi and shattered the tables and chairs couldn't survive, and said inwardly, "What do you mean?"

Wan Chengxuan didn't look at him, walked to the front of the hall, and bowed first, saying: "Everyone is here today for Wuminggu and Xiqiang. The secrets of the crazy swordsman are nothing but trivial matters. Don't get caught. People with unsuspecting thoughts go astray but forget what is right."

Xiao Yi, a person with unpredictable minds, said without annoyance: "How can it be irrelevant? If it proves that the Xiqiang people really came for this secret book, we also have a direction. It won't be as purposeless as a headless fly. Master, don't you want to give us an explanation?"

Wan Chengxuan was angry, but he didn't expect that Xiao Yi would not eat hard, but he really wanted to keep asking. He swept his eyebrows at Xiao Yi, his gaze, even Right Xiaoyi, who was unfortunately swept a corner by him, couldn't bear it, but Xiao Yi was calmly right and smiled back.

"Amitabha Buddha." He finally said, "Shaolin Temple, there is indeed Xiao Yiran's secret book."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone held their eagerness to wait for him to continue.

"But as the disciples of the museum said before, the cheats are not in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but are carried by the disciples in the temple." It is clear, "As for whether the Xiqiang people really came for the cheats, I want you all, unless Xi No one else knows the truth about the Qiang himself."

Xiao Yi pursed her lips slightly, and she didn't change her answer. As expected, someone asked again: "Then, can the master reveal which disciple is carrying the secret?"

This question was a bit too much.

Wan Chengxuan turned his sword hilt and was about to do something, but he heard a long howl in the air. The howling sound was arbitrary and arrogant, containing supreme internal power, and the little disciples who were present at the scene for a time lacked martial arts, all were shocked to vomit blood.

"Hahahaha, is Central Plains martial arts full of greedy people?"

With the sound of howling, one person sneered.

"Cheats? Even if you have them, it won't be your hypocrite's turn!"

I saw a man in red standing against the wind on the eaves. The cold wind blows his clothes into the air, and the people who come are bold and wicked, seemingly more powerful than anyone present.

Dressed in this way, they looked like two people when they looked like women's dresses that day.

He laughed loudly, without concealing his internal strength and murderous aura, and handed over his hands: "A group of heroes? Ha, I think it is a group of pigs, you pigs, do you want to do something big!"

Wan Chengxuan sneered, "He's defeated, but Erle."

Liu Han was furious when he saw this, "Wan Chengxuan! I haven't asked you to settle the account of my senior brother back then. You have hurt me miserably!"

Having said that, people have come down from the eaves and are fighting with Wan Chengxuan. Countless disciples of the Demon Cult poured in from everywhere and fought against the disciples of various factions, and the scene quickly became chaotic.

Only Xiao Yi was left standing there, facing the chaos, her face was uncertain.