Juntian map

The heavy giant gate of Zhubing Pavilion has been closed tightly.

Whether inside or outside the pavilion, he was completely blocked by the disciples of Shu, and the blade pointed at it was blocked. If Tang left for a moment, he would probably have no chance to leave again.

Jiang Manlou knew that there were not many people who could open the Zhubing Pavilion in the Zangbing Valley of this mechanical city.

Because the giant gate of the Zhuangbang Pavilion, which condensed countless wisdoms, cannot be opened with external force or skillful power, there are only three keys that can open the Jiang family forbidden pavilion.

Jiang Manlou, who was extremely sad, found that the keys of Uncle Wu and the old man were hung intact on his waist. While Jiang Manlou was crying, he looked into the keys in the crescent moon on his wrist, and he was not lost.

Jiang Manlou, who had always been a playboy but was not clumsy, thought of a possibility: the real murderer followed him when the old man opened the Zhubing Pavilion, or he was the Jiang family that the old man knew.

Because I know it, I have never set up a defense.

Because I know it well, I can take the old man to the Zhubing Pavilion... and then succeed with one blow!

However, the key to the problem is that the old man’s key is still at his waist and has not been taken away by the real murderer.

Is it too late to get through? Or does it have another purpose?

Jiang Manlou had no time to speculate on the real murderer's plan. He only knew that the spy who killed the old man was still in this Battle Buying Pavilion!

This is enough!

...

In the military pavilion where the oil lamp and the cold light shine together, Jiang Manlou, who was raised by the old man since childhood, knelt in front of the four-wheeler and cried very sadly.

This is the first time that Luo Changfeng, who is a companion of the Ten Sons, has seen Jiang Manlou look so sad.

Luo Changfeng's eyes fell on the father and son of Jiang's Xingwu, but by chance he found that the young man named Jiang Mangong was looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

He pretended to ask for the purchase of Tiefutu and nodded without checking the spot.

Luo Changfeng, who had a new leader with a silver fox face, frowned, thinking that the involvement of the Jiang family was probably no longer related to the Qizhou territory. Who is the Allied Military Advisor who has become famous recently?

It is also not known that being able to extend the tentacles to the Pibing Mountain and Zang Bing Valley shows that it is very difficult.

While thinking, Luo Changfeng suddenly felt a trace of extreme white light illuminating the eyes.

He suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

A sword light fell from the attic dozens of feet high in the darkness like a meteorite. Below the tip of the sword that tore the air and fired fireworks was Jiang Manlou, kneeling beside the four-wheeler, crying.

Luo Changfeng felt nervous and hurriedly shouted to be careful.

He stretched out his hand and ignored the space and took objects from the air. He pulled the old man in the four-wheeler and the unsuspecting Jiang Manlou with one hand under countless gazes.

Under a sound of fear, the sword light that sneaked into the sky suddenly smashed the floor in the pavilion.

The sword energy is raging!

"The peak of the spiritual orifice!"

Thoughts flashed through my mind, Luo Changfeng, who had to use the nine gravity of mountains and rivers, summoned him casually, and a sword flew from nowhere.

Luo Changfeng raised his sword and greeted the darkness of the pavilion.

The sudden change made Jiang Manlou, who had completely come to his senses, feel scared. Like everyone, he, who was protecting the old man's cold body, looked up at the darkness on the top of the pavilion.

There is a height that cannot be reached by the light of icicles and oil lamps. There is no sign of people attacking Jiangmanlou, and even more so, Luo Changfeng is not seen.

There were only two crisscrossing sword lights that were extremely sharp. During the breathing, they had already collided with each other dozens of times. Nearly a hundred sword energy was raging in the pavilions, whether it was the icicles with animal patterns.

The hard ground paved with stone extracted from special stone has left shocking sword marks.

Jiang Manlou frowned.

Two sword lights suddenly flew out from the darkness of the pavilion, scaring everyone backed away.

The sword of unknown reason was broken into two pieces and fell into the ground furnace where fireworks could erupt at any time. The statue of the Divine Bow and Arrow, locked by the burning red chain, felt the provocation from the broken sword, and the whole body changed up and down.

The bright red color became more charming, and the temperature in the ground furnace suddenly increased. In just a moment, the broken sword melted into iron and was swallowed by one of the eight three-foot-long arrows next to the divine bow.

An ancient dragon roar came from Jiang Manlou's ears in shock.

I saw a huge ice dragon shadow that was as icy as ice appeared deep in the pavilion. After the roar of the angry dragon roared, there was no light and shadow. Instead, Luo Changfeng's body fell down like a kite with a broken string.

Luo Changfeng coughed out blood after falling heavily.

The real murderer who killed the old man of the Jiang family and secretly attacked Jiang Manlou but failed to succeed finally revealed his true appearance.

It was a hunched and thin figure walking from the darkness.

He is an old man.

An old man with a slave tattoo on his face.

The old man holding a sword in his hand.

The old man walked behind the fifth uncle of the Jiang family and waited there respectfully like a slave.

There was silence in the pavilion.

Occasionally, Luo Changfeng's coughing exudes this atmosphere of life and death.

Jiang Manlou looked back at the wounded Luo Changfeng, full of apology.

The soul insisted on the old man who had stepped into the disaster with one foot until now. He knew that his comrade had tried his best. The dragon roar just now was clearly a magic weapon, and in order to protect his safety, Luo Changfeng did not hesitate to use You.

Long Hanqin, Jiang Manlou was very grateful and remembered in his heart.

Luo Changfeng, whose eyes were filled with blood, barely stood up, looked at Jiang Manlou, shook his head, and signaled that he was fine.

Jiang Manlou smiled bitterly.

Then he turned his head and looked at the father and son who were well-known to Sima Zhao: "I know your ambitions, but overestimated your conscience."

Those practitioners who were planning to see the Arc Ba Rong from afar watched a good show in a daze, the best show that was fought among the first family in the world.

Many people showed wonderful expressions on their faces.

However, for the father and son who had been planning for a long time, it seemed that the scandal of the Jiang family's internal struggle was not willing to be exposed in front of the world.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family waved.

Jiang Mangong, who had been stubborn for many years, opened the door of the Zhubing Loft Pavilion, and invited all the outsiders, including Peng Jiu and his party, out of Zangbing Valley, out of the government city, out of the Pibing Mountain

.

Looking at the pavilions that were suddenly spacious and cool, the fifth uncle of the Jiang family seemed to feel much more comfortable.

He looked at his father who had lost his life on the four-wheeler and laughed, laughing and burst into tears: "Conscience? How many things have I done for the Jiang family over the years, but the old guy cherishes his grandson and does not care about his son. Is it considered a conscience?

”

Jiang Manlou was silent for a moment and said, "But you shouldn't have killed the old man."

As the eldest son of the fifth uncle, Jiang Manlou, who was destined to inherit the family's ancestral property, he really saw it.

If it weren't for the business dealings in Bingshan, Jiang Manlou wouldn't have been so easy, and he wouldn't have escaped from marriage and met Luo Changfeng and others in the academy.

Sometimes, Jiang Manlou even thought about it seriously and told the old man about his own thoughts, but the old man determined that the future of Jiang Manlou, who was gifted, must be the controller of the first family of the Shuzi Sect, was unwilling to listen to it more.

Jiang Manlou had no choice but to prevent the old man from disappointing him.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family said as if he was crying and laughing: "If you don't kill him, how can you kill you?"

Jiang Manlou looked at Uncle Wu who was completely unfamiliar in front of him and shook his head secretly.

He looked at the old man who brought his sword backwards again, who had been silently protecting his safety for many years: "Puyang Sword Head, where are you? Do you want to kill me too?"

Since Jiang Manlou was born, he has been arranged by his old man by his side. He has always protected Sun Anwei, the eldest son of the Jiang family, who even taught swordsmanship. His surname is Puyang and his name is Fengli.

He is a slave of the Jiang family, the slave closest to the old man. In the Jiang family, he is also one of the few powerful people in the realm of transformation.

The thin old man with facial tattoos didn't talk much, maybe it was because of the temperament of a slave, or maybe he didn't know what to say to this young man who had watched him grow up with his own eyes.

Facing Jiang Manlou’s questions, he remained silent for a long time and said in an extremely hoarse voice: “I am from Jiyunzhou.”

Jiang Manlou smiled and said, "So those thieves in the Peng family are also involved?"

Jiang Manlou also burst into tears, wondering if the tears shed with his fifth uncle were the same.

"It turns out that the position really makes people forget their promises, a hundred-year-old slave... Who would be willing to be a slave for a hundred years? I really believe it!"

There is a heart-wrenching pain in Jiangmanlou.

In the huge Jiang family, not many people who are close to him can listen to his complaints.

But this old slave who was humble in his position and followed Jiang Manlou for nearly twenty years was just one.

In Jiang Manlou's memory, the old man told him the story of the Puyang sword head.

It was a story that sounded a bit bleak.

That story happened decades ago.

In Puyang City, Yunzhou, Ji.

Every morning, the young man would enter the market in the city from the mountain with two loads of firewood and hold a hatchet.

When a boy sells two chunks of firewood, he will always buy a box of rouge on the rouge shop that he deliberately passes by, and then scratches his head and smiles with a silly smile to the girl who sells rouge.

There is a red birthmark on the girl's forehead.

In the eyes of the teenagers at that time, it was not a very beautiful birthmark.

But he likes it very much.

The kind of love that is destined to be.

He knew that girls were never willing to apply rouge.

So every time he went down the mountain, he would deliberately pass by the rouge shop, and then buy a box of rouge and give it to the girl.

When his dirty hands held the box of rouge and smiled foolishly, the girls would laugh.

Then he said: "That's stupid."

The young man Li Feng was indeed very stupid, so stupid that he was a little persistent.

Whether it is sun, rain, wind, frost, rain, and snow, he will persist in going up the mountain to chop wood, then buy rouge and give it to you.

Li Feng was seventeen years old that year.

The little girl selling rouge gradually grew up and became a graceful young girl.

The girl still had that innate red birthmark on her face.

She guarded the rouge shop and still never put a little rouge on it.

However, the boy at that time thought the red mark looked very good, really good.

Like...beautiful cinnabar.