A rough pottery tea bowl contains emerald green tea soup. Before drinking it, the clear aroma has already lifted people's spirits.
Ye Qingxuan took a sip, the taste of sweetness and bitterness rolled down the bottom of his throat like a stream of fragrance, and the fragrance returned, and his tongue became salivary instantly.
"Good tea." Ye Qingxuan praised sincerely, but glanced at the two sitting on the head.
One of them was Ning Huiru, and the other was a skinny old nun sitting on the more prominent left side.
This old nun is the first Master Dingyi of Qifeng Pavilion for many years.
Even with Zhuo Huifan completely in control of Fengyi Pavilion, he was still too helpless to deal with this teacher, even if the whole school was destroyed, he did not receive any help.
"Ye Shaoxia came here, but he only saw Jiang Jiyue?" After a moment of silence, Ning Huiru asked.
"Yes." Ye Qingxuan put down the teacup and replied, "But judging by his tone, there should be other masters of the same level."
Ning Huiru frowned slightly, and sighed to Master Dingyi at the side: "Huiru has implicated the master's family. I didn't expect that this secret meeting would be known by the evil faction. It is really a sin to cause my uncle to go out of the mountain and be in danger."
Master Dingyi, who had kept his eyes closed all the time, opened his eyes, his eyes shining like cold electricity, which made Ye Qingxuan slightly surprised, secretly thinking that this old nun has such profound internal strength.
"It doesn't matter." Master Dingyi's tone was as cold as ice, "The other party is plotting against the old nun, and you may not be the one who leaked the secret. I'm afraid the old nun will be targeted as soon as she comes down the mountain."
Ning Huiru sighed quietly.
Ye Qingxuan was confused and asked quickly: "Senior Ning, uh, senior Dingyi... what are you talking about?"
snort.
Master Dingyi let out a cold snort, got up with a flick of his sleeves, and said coldly: "Hui Ru, poor nun is tired."
As soon as the words fell, Ye Qingxuan ignored the embarrassment and went straight out.
Ning Huiru hastily got up to see her off, but Master Dingyi pressed her back to the seat with her strong energy, and disappeared in an instant with a flick of the whisk.
"This..." Ye Qingxuan smiled awkwardly, and said: "Senior Dingyi, I'm afraid he still has a big prejudice against Xiao Ke."
Ning Huiru smiled gracefully, and sighed: "The crux of the matter in Fengyi Pavilion is that I mistrusted Zhuo Huifan, so I don't blame others. My uncle has a cold personality, is obsessed with martial arts, and is not good at socializing. Ye Shaoxia must not care about it."
"No, no." Ye Qingxuan quickly waved his hands, "I just don't know what Senior Ning said..."
Ning Huiru smiled bitterly: "This matter originated from a letter from Lingyun Palace."
"Lingyun Palace? Letter?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help being shocked. This matter really has something to do with Ning Zhongliu.
Ning Huiru said: "Half a month ago, I received a letter written by Ning Sanren, talking about the martial arts conference. I hope that Fengyi Pavilion and Lingyun Palace can put aside the past and contribute to the justice of the martial arts. I intend to become a monk, not To deal with grievances and grievances, but then I received another letter, and the person who wrote the letter is someone I can't refuse no matter what."
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback.
Ning Huiru didn't even want to pay attention to Ning Zhongliu, who's letter she couldn't refuse.
As if seeing Ye Qingxuan's question, Ning Huiru's face was gloomy, and she slowly pulled out a long and narrow package from the case, and handed it to Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan accepted it without knowing why, and slowly opened the package to take a look, he was shocked in his heart.
"This, this is..."
Inside the package, it turned out to be a long and narrow sword and a letter.
The sword with its sheath is three feet six inches long and has an ancient and clumsy shape.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and pressed the button.
Clang!
A gust of icy green air leaked out, the sword popped out of its scabbard, and the room was instantly ablaze with blue.
"It really is this divine sword, it really is the Bilan Sword!"
Ye Qingxuan sighed in admiration, but looked at Ning Huiru again, and said excitedly: "This is Lin Nanxuan's beloved sword, and it was given to Jiang Feiran later. How can it be in the hands of senior now?"
Ning Huiru pointed to the letter again.
Ye Qingxuan got permission and quickly opened the letter to check.
It turned out that this letter was actually written by Lin Nanxuan himself, and judging from the time it was signed, it must have been a few days before his death.
Apart from a few short questions, the content of the letter is Lin Nanxuan's thoughts on major events in the martial arts world. In it, he sincerely stated that Zhuo Huifan was the only one who went wrong in Fengyi Pavilion, and Lingyun Palace especially hoped that Fengyi Pavilion would go the wrong way. It is good to rebuild the old one, and I hope that Ning Huiru can come out of the mountain and tidy up Fengyi Pavilion, so that she can get back on track.
Unexpectedly, before the death of Senior Lin, he was still devoting himself to martial arts, Ye Qingxuan was really moved.
However, compared with Ning Zhongliu's letter, the content of this letter is not enough. Ning Huiru even dared to ignore Ning Zhongliu, so how could he feel irresistible to such a plain letter
Could it be...
Between Lin Nanxuan and Ning Huiru, something...
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but have a strange look on his face.
"Don't make wild guesses." Ning Hui Rulan was wise, and she saw the little Jiujiu in Ye Qingxuan's heart at a glance, and said directly: "Back when I was in the world, I had an inseparable relationship with Senior Brother Lin, and we were called brothers and sisters. Senior Brother Lin several times Save me from danger, the two of us once swore with the two swords of 'Zihuang' and 'Bilan', in the future, we will save the common people with the justice of the world in mind, if either of us breaks the oath, we will use this sword as a warning .”
"Although all the subsequent troubles and I failed to inherit the position of Fengyi Pavilion, I have never forgotten this oath." Ning Huiru sighed: "The gift of the sword from Ning Sanren reminds me that I should not forget the original oath …”
Ye Qingxuan knew it in his heart. "So Senior Ning wrote a letter to invite Master Dingyi to come down the mountain, in order to form an alliance between the two parties?"
Ning Huiru nodded. "The letter was also written to Ning Sanren. I believe he is already on his way here. It's just that Huiru was confused, and didn't want to think that there was a problem in one of the links. He was actually informed by the evil faction and besieged us in the This small Shuiyue Nunnery. The Jiang Jiyue you have seen is just one of them. On the way here, my uncle was attacked by Taoist Chongsu of Taiping Dao. I am afraid that this time the "Tianshi" Fu Yao and the "Maitreya" Zhu Wusheng , will show up... The popes of the two major cults are present, let alone me, I am afraid that Mr. Ning will be implicated because of this."
Involve Ning Zhongliu
I'm afraid it may not be...
Ye Qingxuan suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and he would never make random accusations without any evidence. "Ning Sanren is unparalleled in wisdom and scheming, and there will definitely be no danger. We should try our best to solve the problem in front of us..."
"Ye Shaoxia is also a smart person, what do you think?" Ning Huiru humbly asked for advice.
Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, and replied: "The current plan is to protect yourself. Either stick to it and wait for help, or break through with all your strength. I don't know if Senior Ning has a choice..."
Just as Ning Huiru was about to answer, there was a shrill scream from outside, followed by a huge roar like heaven and earth cracking, and the strong wind that was blown up, carrying dust, sand and stones, smashed through the doors and windows suddenly, and rushed into the house .
"Not good! Uncle Dingyi..." Ning Huiru exclaimed, Ye Qingxuan had turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.