Pan Ruoye's body became inexplicably cold.
Because although she was not born in Jiaodong County, she was also a war orphan.
"Zheng Xiu has never been the kind of wealthy family who travels to Changling without any worries."
The man on the front of the car looked at Pan Ruoye and the middle-aged woman with a dismal expression, and continued, "She came to Changling to ghostwrite the interests of the entire Jiaodong County, representing the ambition of the entire Jiaodong County to surpass those old powerful families. And She did."
"I can listen to what you said as a story, but too many stories are just stories."
The middle-aged woman looked at the man on the front of the car, and then her eyes fell on the closed car door behind him, "You know that I am very irritable, so if there is anything that can convince me, you have to hurry up and let me go!" I see."
The man on the front of the car nodded, said nothing, turned and opened the door.
In order for the middle-aged woman to see more clearly, he got out of the carriage, stepped aside, and let the sun shine into the carriage.
There was also a woman in the car.
The woman was dressed very plainly, and she was calm at first, but when the sun shone on her body, her body began to tremble.
She raised her head, and she also had a colorful face.
There was also a sword mark on her face.
The middle-aged woman frowned suddenly.
The woman in the carriage was about the same age as her. Looking at the woman in the carriage, she had a vague sense of familiarity. The most important thing was that the woman in the carriage looked at her with flickering eyes, which contained many indescribable emotions , it seems that she is also an old acquaintance of the woman in the carriage.
"Do I know you?"
The middle-aged woman was a little lost, and subconsciously continued: "Who are you?"
The woman in the carriage didn't dare to look at her, her body trembled even more violently, and she couldn't make a sound for a while.
The aura of this middle-aged woman became more violent and restless, as if she really felt uncontrollable.
"Ji Qingqing, daughter of Chen State, you don't have many friends in Changling. For you, Zheng Xiu who came from Jiaodong County is one of them. Naturally, your junior sister Xu Ruoxin is also one."
The man beside the carriage bowed his head and said respectfully: "I never thought you wouldn't even recognize your own junior sister."
The sound of the wind stopped suddenly.
All the air in the dao was imprisoned by a terrifying force at this moment, and stood still.
Absolute silence.
Because this former son of Chen Guo needs absolute silence.
"Junior Sister?"
She speaks.
The voice was a little hesitant and tangled, but it carried an exceptionally thrilling power, piercing through the years, and seemed to pull her and the woman in the car in front of her to Changling many years ago.
"Why do you have such a sword mark on your face?"
"Who cut such a sword in your face?"
She continued to speak, her voice sounding hollow to herself.
The mood of the woman in the carriage also fluctuated more violently. She raised her head slightly and looked at her, her lips trembling constantly, but she couldn't make any sound.
"You should be able to see what sword intent formed the sword mark on her face."
The voice of the man next to the carriage sounded at this moment.
The middle-aged woman outside the carriage, that is, Ji Qingqing, the son of Chen Guo's daughter who was very famous in Changling many years ago, involuntarily looked at the scar on the woman's face in the carriage.
Her pupils shrank in an instant, "Zu Qingsi?"
The man said slowly: "At that time in Changling, only you and your junior sister comprehended this sword intent."
Pan Ruoye, who had been listening, was getting colder and colder. When she heard this sentence, her breathing stopped suddenly!
"At that time, the master had already passed away. It is true that only you and I have this sword intent. If it wasn't for me, then you were the one who cut it." Ji Qingqing's voice suddenly became cold, with a A kind of cruel meaning, "Then junior sister, why did you slash this sword on your own face?"
The man next to the carriage wanted to speak out.
However, a violent breath had already pressed between his mouthpieces, "If you don't want to die, let her speak for herself, let her tell me herself."
"Senior Sister."
The woman in the carriage trembled for a long time before finally making a sound.
Ji Qingqing turned his face away, not looking at her, and said indifferently: "And then?"
"Chen Wang's Sword Sutra."
The woman in the carriage burst into tears suddenly, all the strength in her body completely disappeared, and she lay down in front as if she could no longer support her body, sobbing and crying, "For the King Chen's Sword Sutra."
Ji Qingqing still didn't look at her, and said indifferently: "And then?"
"The King Chen's Sword Sutra is in the hands of Jiaodong County. Zheng Xiu offered the King Chen Sword Sutra in exchange. As long as I slash my face with a sword, let some people see it, and then leave Changling, I will give the King Chen Sword Sutra to me."
"Then what? Did you really slash this sword in your face?" Ji Qingqing laughed, making everyone feel that there could be no more chilling smile than this in the world, "Then you just Let the people of Bashan Sword Field see the sword wound on your face, let Bashan Sword Field, especially Wang Jingmeng, think that the sword on your face was cut by me?"
The woman in the carriage broke down in tears, but nodded.
Ji Qingqing's smile grew stronger, "Then she tried to spread some news in Wang Jingmeng's ears, making him think that I was jealous of Junior Sister's talent and beauty, and forced you to leave Changling... plus I was in the rumor Temperament itself is extremely bad, so he listens to people's words and believes them to be true?"
Her voice lingered in the hallway.
No one answered.
"Is it worth it for a master's sword scripture?"
Her laughter grew louder, and she looked at the woman in the carriage with extremely sarcasm, "Although Chen Wang's sword scripture is powerful, it is not the legendary nine-death silkworm, or the legendary Gushan Jianzang. There is absolutely no possibility of being invincible, at most it can overwhelm me. Junior sister, what exactly are you fighting for?"
Still no one answered.
The woman in the carriage wept and didn't know how to answer, but the man beside the carriage knew that if he answered for her, he would really die in the next moment.
"Junior Sister."
Her smile became even more sarcasm and ferocious, "Since you have completed such a deal with her, and obtained the treasure of the master's sect as you wished, why did you come here for such a servant under her command? Will you cry in front of me like a dog?"
After saying this, the throat of the man beside the carriage loosened, and the violent killing intent left his throat, but landed on the woman in the carriage.
The woman in the carriage stiffened, and then said, "She wants to be safe, and she doesn't want people to know about this, so she wants me to disappear with King Chen Jianjing instead of leaving Changling."
"In the end she didn't die, I let her survive." The man beside the carriage said very simply, "She owes me her life, that's why she appeared in front of you with me."
"Wang Jingmeng is not a pig, just relying on some words, he came to kill me with a sword?" Ji Qingqing sneered viciously.
"Because more than one person gave him such a false impression." The man beside the carriage said slowly: "Although he hadn't met Zheng Xiu at that time, Gu Huai and Zheng Xiu had already met... and Gu Huai was also trusted by him. friend."
"But Gu Huai is already dead, and death means that there is no proof of death."
Ji Qingqing took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then suppressed his smile, and looked at the man coldly, "A slave who has worked for Zheng Xiu like a dog for many years but only wants to get revenge. Junior sister who is not as good as a dog... If you can betray me because of the master's secret book, why can't you lie to me now because of other temptations?"
The face of the man beside the carriage did not change in any way, he just raised his head, looked at this powerful and violent woman, and said, "Because there is another person who can prove it, and you can definitely trust that person."
Ji Qingqing said indifferently: "Who?"
The man beside the carriage said seriously: "Baili Suxue."