Chapter 11: Renjie

In the dark room, a woman in a red shirt was faintly sitting.
There is a piano in front of her, and there is a incense burner next to it.
On both sides of her side, there are also a few black bamboos.
"It’s just a weak woman who has died. I know some means of life-saving, but it makes Mr. Zhao Si laugh."
The black smoke in the incense burner, the figure of the woman in the red shirt is shaking in the air, just like ghosts, but her voice is surprisingly clear and gentle, and she can’t tell the courtesy. I felt comfortable, and the whole dark room seemed to warm up.
The young man’s slightly wrinkled brows loosened, and a trace of anger on his face slowly dissipated.
"At the same time, people are degraded, why should Miss Shangda be self-important?"
He bowed to the woman in the house, then walked into the dark room without a shock, and sat down opposite the woman in the red shirt.
In front of the red-shirted woman's piano, there was a thin black gauze, and he was separated from the red-shirted woman.
The young man with the thick eyebrows who had been behind him also took a gift to the woman in the red shirt outside the door, but did not enter the door, just turned and stood at the door.
"Mr. Zhao Si had sent a message to the poor, saying that there is something to do with me. I don't know what is going on?"
The woman in the red shirt was given a gift after the curtain, and this was not asked slowly.
Her voice is fine, and her speech rate and tone are all comfortable.
Qingxiu young man looked at the red-shirt woman behind the curtain. This man who actually controlled the illegal business of most fish markets, he nodded slightly. "My younger brother Zhao Wei was killed by the night policy. Miss Shang Shang must have known it."
The red-shirted woman said in a whisper: "Mr. Zhao Qi is one of the best people in the world. It is really sighing when he died."
The handsome young man’s eyebrows gradually provoked.
Just as Zhao Wei saw the moment when he entered the hospital door, his body began to exude an unspeakable spirit and charm, an unspeakable edge.
"My brother's death will not be known in a few days." He still calmly said: "It's just why my younger brother is lurking in Changling, and why he died in Changling. This is why, but few people will know."
The woman in the red shirt said: "The weak woman is blunt, and the meaning of Mr. Zhao Si is unknown."
The young man in the red shirt after the young man looked at the curtain, and then said: "The practitioners of the Qin Dynasty, who have been chasing our swordsman, are the most chasing. The people of our sword furnace don’t say in Changling, as long as If you live in any big city of the Qin Dynasty, you will be noticed. My younger brother knows this, not afraid of life and death. He lived in Changling for three years, not to kill someone alone, but to find someone left behind. thing."
The woman in the red shirt was silent, but her body began to tremble slightly, and several black bamboos on her side seemed to be shaking in pain.
Even though she is already one of the most powerful people in the Changling underground, everyone who enters the fish market must be respected and feared. However, she still feels pain when she thinks about the name of that person.
Many times, I don't want to mention the name of that person, just because of helplessness and pain, because I don't want to think of so many painful things.
Just like the most powerful presence of the Zhao Jian furnace in front of her.
The people of Zhao Jianhao will not be afraid. However, because the man was destroyed, the sword furnace still wants to rely on the things left by the man to confront the practitioners of the Qin Dynasty. This is a huge pain in itself.
The young and calm young man said: "My younger brother is naturally not afraid of death. However, if there is no trace of clues, I will naturally not allow him to throw a life in Changling at will, and his life is more than most people in the world. The life is worth the money."
The curtains shook slightly, and after a few moments of interest, the red-shirted woman whispered: "Really, like the rumors, the disciple of that person appeared?"
The young man looked at the red shirt after the curtain. He said: "You know that there are many enemies in the man, but there are many old ones. After he died, most of his old men were miserable, and the old ones stayed. There are not many weak women and children. Perhaps it is also a coincidence that the person in my sword furnace found a thief who was killed. The thief should have not died at the time, fled to the wild to bleed too much and die, and the thief The body is full of snorkeling injuries, a circle of sword wounds, continuous connection."
The red-shirt woman once again shocked: "Millstone sword?"
Qingxiu young people are indifferent: "I personally checked it later, it is the grinding stone sword. The grinding stone sword is the man-made sword method, which is specially used to deal with the bodybuilder who is too strong and sturdy. From the sword mark See, the Swordsman was only the first place to repair, and the thief was already the second best product. It should be such a gap in the cultivation, so I used the grindstone to deal with it. Then we carefully traced the thief. The previous trail found that the thief might want to rob a nearby village, and there are several women and children in that village who are the old family members of the man."
The woman in the red shirt was silent for a long time. "I believe Mr. Zhao Si’s judgment, but for me, the death and hatred, whether the person left a true disciple has nothing to do with me."
"But we can live better."
The young and handsome young man sneered: "Even if many people are afraid of us, we ourselves know that we are just a ghost of invisible light."
"No one will reject the power, and no one will refuse to live better." Qingxiu young people paused, and looked at the Sequoia woman behind the curtain, coldly added.
"It seems that Mr. Zhao Si wants me to help, see if I can find some clues from the old man's family." The red-shirt woman was silent again, and sincerely said: "I respect Mr., but I am after all. It is Qin people."
The young man shook his head and laughed at himself: "What is the relationship between the Qin people and the Zhao people now? I have been dying for so many years. Is it still useful for Zhao Liuwang to scream when I am dying? It’s a personal grievance. This is already the case in the world. Is it still stupid to think that I can still rebuild my sword with a few swords?
The red shirt woman thought about it.
She knows that the fourth entry in the legendary sword furnace, the person known as Mr. Zhao Si, is recognized as the highest in the realm of all the swordsman disciples.
Now she knows that this realm is not just a realm of cultivation.
So she wants to talk seriously and see this person clearly.
Several black bamboos on her side swayed slightly, as if there was a wind blowing, and the black gauze in front of her also swayed and gathered toward one side.
The young man of Qingxiu felt the weak celestial strength of the black gauze, and could not help but look at it. He said sincerely: "The former Shangda Miss is also proficient in the layout of the sect."
"Let the gentleman laugh again."
The red-shirted woman’s voice sounded more comfortable. She saw the face of a young and handsome young man. She saw that the legendary Mr. Zhao Si was much younger than he expected, and her heart was a little surprised.
The young people of Qingxiu also saw her face.
He also was surprised.
Her facial features are not particularly good-looking, her skin is somewhat pathologically white, but her expression is exceptionally quiet and peaceful. Her eyes are very characteristic, especially black and bright. The red dress on her body is very long and is completely dragged on the ground. , covering her feet.
And in her eyes, there seems to be no hatred at all. Her expression, like some Buddha statues in the temple, looks at the sentient beings with grief.
Two people looked at each other, and the dark room was silent.
"I would like to listen to Mr. Detailed." The red-shirt woman did not make any ulterior motives, first of all, broke the silence.
"There are two things."
The young man's look is getting worse. He is sitting in a position and taking a deep breath. He slowly said, "The first thing, I have already told my business sister that she is in the real secret of Changling, I only hope that if I If Miss Da really finds the disciple of that person, she must try to inform the people of the sword furnace. Because she had previously talked with Missy, she knew that Missy was open-minded and even respected the person. She did not have any disciples with that person. What hate it."
The red-shirted woman nodded. "I can answer Mr. at this point."
The young man of the Qingxiu thanked him and said: "The second thing, I would like to ask Miss Shang Da to help me to pay attention to the whereabouts of the people of Dawei. Under the news, they may get clues about the lonely mountain sword."
"The practitioners of Yunshui Palace also appeared in Changling? Gushan Jianzang?" Some women in red shirts could not believe it.
The young people of Qingxiu are deeply involved, and they say: "If you can get some things from that person or the lonely mountain sword, the sword furnace is willing to share with Miss Shang. In the future, the swordsman will be able to protect the business. Missy is full."
The red-shirt woman naturally knows the weight of this beautiful young man.
She no longer said anything, but only a deep gift.
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