Questioning

In the Chunzhu elegant room, Zhang Ziliang and Zhao Qingyi sat opposite each other.

"It's the first time to drink alcohol since I came here." Zhang Ziliang sniffed the aroma of the contents of the glass, then drank it down, savored it carefully for a while, and said, "I don't know if this fire silkworm wine is made of wine. What kind of spiritual material, and how to refine it, "

"The moment it enters the throat, it feels like a scorching fire, like silkworm chrysalis climbing in the throat, but in the heat, there is a trace of coolness, directly entering the heart and lungs."

Zhao Qingyi smiled when he heard the words, and he said after drinking a cup: "When the heat dissipates, a fresh fragrance will permeate between the mouth and mouth, and it will last for several days."

"It's not simple, it's really not simple."

"Oh?" Zhao Qingyi picked up the wine glass and took a sip while he was speaking, closing his eyes as if trying to reflect on it: "What brother Zhang said is not simple?"

After Zhang Ziliang picked up the jug and filled it up for himself, he said: "This wine is not simple, and people are not simple. Unexpectedly, the shopkeepers of this restaurant are all Foundation Establishment monks."

"Heh," Zhao Qingyi chuckled, walked to the window, looked at the quietly flowing river, and said after a while: "Brother Zhang, I and other cultivators are actually no different from ordinary people."

Hearing this, Zhang Ziliang didn't answer, just picked up the wine glass, looked at his reflection in the wine, wondering what he was thinking.

On the river outside the window, a painting boat sailed, and bursts of piano sounds and a young woman's singing voice came from inside the painting boat.

As the singing continued, the woman's tone became less jerky, the singer became more and more proficient, and the song became quite pleasant.

After a long time, Zhao Qingyi turned around and sat down again, and asked: "Brother Zhang, you must have met my father."

Zhang Ziliang was suffocated when he heard the words, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: Since Zhao Qingyi asked, he must have conclusive evidence, but he didn't know how much he knew.

Seeing Zhang Ziliang's expression was different, Zhao Qingyi sighed and said: "My father died in the Shenmu Valley. After investigation, he was killed by someone who used ice attribute magic weapons or exercises. Although there are many people in Beilingzhou who can kill my father, but There are only a handful of people who use ice attribute exercises."

"Oh, brother Zhao, do you know who did it?"

Zhao Qingyi didn't answer this question, but continued on his own: "In addition, another monk's body was found there, and the person who severely injured him was the person who used the thunder attribute technique!"

"Thunder attribute technique?" Zhang Ziliang said with a hey voice: "That's really a coincidence, I must communicate with this person if I have the opportunity."

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere was very dignified, and even the sound of water flowing outside the window seemed so clear and audible.

"Brother Zhang, I know you are not the murderer who killed my father." Zhao Qingyi raised his hand to the wine table and waved his hand, a portrait appeared, it was Zhang Ziliang's portrait!

He saw Zhang Ziliang's pupils, and the moment he saw the portrait, he suddenly enlarged, and after a few breaths, he continued: "Brother Ziliang, you and I hit it off immediately, and we are friends in need, I hope you can tell me! "

In fact, even if Zhang Ziliang didn't say anything, Zhao Qingyi had already guessed a lot. He just wanted to know the current situation of that person through Zhang Ziliang.

"Brother Qingyi, don't ask me any more about this matter. All this happened because of your father's greed, and he died because of me. If you want to seek revenge, then come to me."

"Brother Ziliang, I invited you here, and there is no one else around, which shows that I, Zhao Qingyi, are not the one who doesn't ask about the cause and effect."

"Oh, brother Qingyi..." Zhang Ziliang seemed a bit in a dilemma: Zhao Qingyi was honest with me in this environment, which is enough to show his sincerity, but how could I leak even the slightest bit of Ye Lingxi's information.

Zhang Ziliang and Zhao Qingyi each held a jug of wine and drank it by themselves. The sound of the piano outside the window gradually came to an end along with the woman's singing.

Glasses of strong wine poured into his throat, but the feeling of just now was gone.

"Brother Ziliang, my father is a senior member of the Yusha League, so you can do it yourself." After Zhao Qingyi finished speaking, he ignored Zhang Ziliang and left the Zuixian Tower directly.

In the Chunzhu elegant room, Zhang Ziliang stared at his portrait quietly, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long while, he flicked his fingers and shot out a series of small thunder lights, which burned the scroll and left Zuixian Tower.

···

In Danxia Mountain, Liu Family, and Liu Yingyao's boudoir.

Xia Jinxuan leaned on the door frame, and was looking at Qin Xueyao who was a bit strange in the room: I don't know why this sister Xueyao must come to sister Yingyao's room, and she looks a little weird today.

The items in the room were all ordinary things, but Qin Xueyao was slowly touching one item after another, and every time she picked up an item, she stood there for a long time as if absent-minded.

She walked to the bed and took out a somewhat faded painted peach wood box from the bedside cabinet. Inside the box was a jade bracelet that was emerald green but exuded bursts of warmth.

The moment she picked up the jade bracelet, Qin Xueyao stood there dumbfounded as if she had been electrocuted, and the jade bracelet in her hand slipped and fell to the ground. Xia Jinxuan, who had been standing at the door, suddenly became blurred, and grabbed the jade bracelet in her hand.

"Sister Xueyao, be careful, this is sister Yingyao's mother's relic."

Xia Jinxuan who looked at the jade bracelet also fell into memories,

"Sister Yingyao, this jade bracelet is so beautiful, it's still warm in your hand, so comfortable."

"Xuan'er, if you like it, I will give it to you."

"Well... no, no, this is the dowry your mother left you."

"I, in this life, take Dao as my ambition, and it is absolutely impossible for me to be a wife!"

Xia Jinxuan put the jade bracelet back into the box, then looked at Qin Xueyao, and found that the little girl's tears were silently falling down.

Xia Jinxuan was rather apologetic, handed her a square scarf, and said softly: "Sister Xueyao, I'm sorry, sister didn't mean to kill you."

Qin Xueyao took the square scarf, wiped off the tears on her face, and then replied: "No, it's nothing, it's all my fault, I almost broke such an important thing."

Xia Jinxuan lovingly patted the girl's head and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to return to the sect."

···

Half a month later, a major event that shook Beiling Continent happened. All the monks in Nanling actually left that place.

These monks, who were usually mixed with fish and dragons, unexpectedly united and formed a rather powerful force.

Either negotiated or directly attacked, and occupied a lot of areas. But without exception, the choice is near a large sect or a large family.

Only a small number of monks in Nanling wandered around, still living a life of murder and plunder. For a while, there were many small forces, and the towns and cities were full of mourners.

These small powers went to complain to the big powers that they usually rely on as their backing, but most of them were told without exception to prepare for war!

When these small forces were gearing up and preparing to do a big job, they heard a thunderous news from a giant cultivation city in Zhongzhou.

The Nanling Desert has been completely occupied by the ancient survivors, and it is still expanding outwards!

And that giant comprehension city also issued a notice, requiring all forces in Beiling Continent to send personnel here to jointly resist alien races!