Chapter 45: Dragon Banner's Death

"Okay." Mo Xiaobai replied, his eyes turned to the wall, where a sword was hanging, the blade could not see it, and there was still black blood on the scabbard.
Su Tang noticed Mo Xiaobai's sight and shook his head with a smile: "This sword is not for sale, keep hanging it, can remind myself."
"Oh, I know, this is inspirational ..." Mo Xiaobai also smiled.
That sword is really special, because Jian Feng was pulled out of Su Tang's body!
Su Tang picked up Wu Ju again. His knowledge is not what he used to be. Just browse it once to know that this Wu Ju belongs to several grades and is of no use to himself.
Actually, Wuju is mostly personal experience. The difference between ordinary people and samurai is that ordinary people ’s spiritual veins are dead, and no spiritual energy flows. The way of flow.
Spirit weapons and martial arts are indispensable. Only spirit weapons do not have martial arts, and they do n’t know how to use them. They have to explore them from scratch; only martial arts have no spirits. The connotation of martial arts is thorough and effective, unless it is effective. Can find the corresponding magic weapon.
Each spiritual weapon has different characteristics, and in the words of another world, it has its own attributes. A warrior got a spiritual weapon, and after a long period of exercise and running, the way to run the aura became more and more mature. The martial art left at this time is priceless treasure. If he is willing to pass the spiritual weapon and martial arts to another young man As long as his qualifications are not too bad, then he has walked a decade, and his disciples can walk in two or three years.
But if the weapon and martial arts are scattered, the value will definitely be greatly reduced.
This is also the reason why some large families are becoming stronger and stronger and gradually becoming oligarchs. Their core children have just become samurai and they have super magic weapons. The straight golden avenue is in front of them. Moreover, the spiritual weapon needs the nourishment of the samurai. The stronger the aura the samurai has, the stronger the nourished spiritual weapon is. This is a super spiritual weapon. The power is unimaginable.
The best spiritual weapon, the most mature martial arts, this is the cornerstone of the big family.
Su Tang looked at it again, and with little interest, he threw it back to Mo Xiaobai. It was useless. Sell as much as you can.

In a blink of an eye, it was night, and Su Tang, who was practicing on the soft couch in the secret room, was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. He opened his eyes and listened carefully. What happened? Did it fail?
At this time, there was a panic cry from outside: "Sir, not good ... Mr. Was murdered ..." It was Mo Xiaobai, his voice was full of panic.
Immediately afterwards, the outer door was knocked open, and then Mo Xiaobai stumbled in and slammed into the door of the inner room again, shouting: "Sir, hurry ... Mr. Was murdered ..."
"What's going on?" Su Tang shouted.
"Sir ..." Mo Xiaobai's face was pale and his body was trembling slightly, and he also noticed his own language sickness: "It's Mr. Long, Mr. Long was killed!"
"Are you crazy? Are you kidding me?" Su Tang was furious. He has seen Dragon Banner today, and it's all good, and there is shadow protection around Dragon Banner. There can be no problems.
Unlike himself, he had just entered Changshan County. He lived for two lives, and became the leader of the Miao Dao Pavilion. There must be some dissatisfied and unattractive. Longqi has been in Changshan County for nearly two decades, and its prestige is extremely high. Even the four families of practitioners, including Iron, Bai, Cheng, and Mu, have tried their best to avoid unpleasant things with Longqi. How could Longqi be killed?
"Sir, how can I make fun of this kind of thing ?!" Mo Xiaobai was already crying: "Xiao Fengfeng is already present, Wen Fengtong and Tong Fengfeng are going over there, sir ... Sir ..."
Su Tang has jumped up and rushed out, his heart falling into the ice cave. In Changshan County, he opened up his horizons and learned more and more, but found that he did not understand and was eager to understand more and more things.
Su Tang is very clear that if he wants to maintain the current situation, he can't do without Long Qi's instructions. If Long Qi really happens, Miao Dao Pavilion is equivalent to falling into the sky.
Longqi really died, but not in his mansion, but in his fiancee's house.
There was more than one dead person, Long Qi sat on the armchair, and there was still anger and despair before his death. There was a big hole on his left chest. The blood stained his shirt and dripped under the armchair. Gathered into a pool of small blood pools.
The little girl died at the head of the bed, her body curled up, her flexible eyes became stiff and sluggish, her little hands clenched into fists, her face twisted a bit, and it seemed that she had felt unbearable pain.
The little girl's mother crawled on the ground, her right hand resting on the edge of the bed. Although she was dead, her fingertips still pointed straight ahead, as if trying to grasp something, where there was her daughter.
The shadow also died, but he died in the courtyard, but the scene in the courtyard was not too chaotic, proving that the battle ended quickly, and the dagger in his hand was clean, bright, and without blood stains, that is, he failed Kill and wound any enemy.
Wen Xiang, Xiao Xiaozheng, and Tong Fei are all here. Their faces are blue, and their eyes are unsteady. No matter who they are, this is an extremely heavy blow.
Su Tang looked at Long Qi blankly. He couldn't believe his eyes, but he couldn't believe it. These days, the pictures of contact with Long Qi flicked through his mind quickly.
Long Qi has been spared no effort to guide him and give his experience to him. He owes too much to Long Qi.
"If you are careful in this Changshan County, even if you are careful, you will offend some people. I am a person in Miaodao Pavilion. They dare not act rashly, but if I leave Miao Dao Pavilion, it would be hard to say, hehe ... Sir, you have to protect me in the future. "
Long Qi's joke was still in his ears. He turned to look right and wrong. Looking at Long Qi, Su Tang suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and his guilt was pressing like a mountain on his chest, making him breathless.
"The murderer has been to Moyunling recently." Wen Xiang suddenly picked up something from the ground and said in a cold voice: "Only Moyunling has such a red dandelion."
"There are women in the murderer's hands." Tong Fei shook the rags he found, and pointed his jaw to the prostrate women: "There is a special fragrance, not theirs."
"It's a domineering sword." Xiao walked in from the outside and said word by word: "I was killed, there was no chance of dodge, I guess ... it should be him."
"Who is it?" Tong Fei and Wen Xiang asked in unison.