Sikong Jing glanced at Bei Mingxiu with a complicated expression and said, "Come in."

Bei Mingxiu walked in unceremoniously.

Sikong Jing closed the door, sat down at the table, motioned Bei Mingxiu to sit opposite him, and said, "You know?"

Bei Mingxiu nodded and said: "That guy has a magic weapon of not too high grade. If he says it has nothing to do with you, a local snake in Fengyun Village, I don't believe it."

Sikong Jing nodded and said: "I can see that you are not here for the treasure in Tianhuang Valley. Now it seems that your target... should be Fang Chengyi."

"You really know him." Bei Mingxiu's eyes narrowed slightly, he smiled faintly and said, "Then I didn't find the wrong person."

As he spoke, his spiritual power was slowly gathering.

If Sikong Jing wanted to kill someone violently, he could resist for a while.

The ice marbles he scattered in front of everyone's doors would explode at the fastest speed at the same time, attracting everyone here.

Sikong Jing's reaction was beyond his expectation.

He just sighed softly and said: "You have to believe that I have no ill intentions towards you, otherwise you will never be able to come back."

"No wonder I felt that there were other people watching me, but I couldn't find them, so I was distracted and was attacked by that guy. It wasn't until Si Xiang arrived that I dared to recover with all my strength. It turned out to be you." Bei Mingxiu said clearly.

, "In this case, things will be even stranger."

"Since the magic weapon on that guy is related to you, and you admitted that you have some relationship with Fang Chengyi, why didn't you collude with him and take the opportunity to kill me?"

Sikong Jing picked up the porcelain teapot, poured himself a cup of freshly brewed morning tea, poured another cup for Bei Mingxiu, and pushed it in front of him: "I can only say that your investigation may be in the wrong direction."

Bei Mingxiu took the tea and asked curiously: "Why?"

Sikong Jing took a sip of tea and said, "Because Fang Chengyi... is my teacher."

As soon as he said these words, it was like a thunder exploded in the room.

Bei Mingxiu's heart could not remain calm for a while.

As if aware of the shock hidden under Bei Mingxiu's calm face, Sikong Jing explained: "Although he does not admit that I am his disciple, I always think of him as my teacher."

"If he hadn't taken me to experience the customs and customs of the Central Plains, I wouldn't have known that the world is so big and the paths of cultivation are so diverse. It's far from the Sikong family's innate and life-changing ancestral skills.

Comparable." Sikong Jing thought of those years, with a nostalgic look on his face, and sighed, "He took me to travel in the Central Plains for a year, and I only studied for a year, although I can't tell how much I learned.

What, at least now it’s easier to entertain uninvited guests like you.”

"At that time, I wanted to worship him as my teacher, hoping to become a great practitioner like him, but he refused, because our Sikong family was born with a dead body, unable to communicate with heaven and earth, and could not practice his techniques.

And my Yi Zong potential,

He doesn't like it." Sikong Jing smiled and shook his head. "Because he was interested in the innately inexhaustible pulse, Fang Chengyi found me and took me on a year-long tour. But also because innately inexhaustible veins can't connect to the world, he didn't want to admit it at all.

As a disciple, I said that I would only consider it if there is a powerful person who is willing to forcibly open the meridians for you. But at that time, I had already practiced the ancestral technique. Unblocking the meridians will lead to death, and I have cut off this way of turning back. Otherwise, he may not need it.

It doesn’t take much effort to solve the problem of my inborn broken pulse. So what he said is actually just a rejection of me. Isn’t it amazing that success can lead to a broken pulse, and failure can lead to a broken pulse?”

Bei Mingxiu nodded slightly, but he had already captured the key point in his words.

Being born with terminal meridians should be the reason why the meridians of the children of the Sikong family do not communicate with heaven and earth at all.

Although the cultivation level of the three Sikong brothers is still very high due to the ancestral skills of their Sikong family, they can only reach this level. It will be difficult to improve after that, and it sounds like... they will lose their lifespan.

He was still a little envious of the Sikong family's unique physique, but now this envy is gone - his fairy body is better, and now he doesn't have to worry about the poison in the tea.

Now he was finally sure that Sikong Jing was indeed connected with Fang Chengyi, which forced him to stay vigilant.

But if you should ask, you still have to ask.

"How are you sure Fang Chengyi didn't instigate him to do it?"

"Although he doesn't admit that he is my master, when he lived in Tianhuang Valley, he still took care of Fengyun Village and occasionally sent some magic weapons. Of course, in your opinion, these magic weapons may not be eye-catching." Sikong Jing

He smiled bitterly and said, "I know him well. Although he is cruel to outsiders, he will not do anything to his obedient subordinates."

"Fengyun Village is actually his backyard. How could he let the backyard catch fire?"

Sikong Jing looked at Bei Mingxiu, changed the subject and said, "That beggar is his former disciple, Du Sigui."

"Du Sigui?" Bei Mingxiu repeated the name and said, "Why a former disciple?"

"Xiao Du stole a piece of jade behind his back and was expelled from the master. He had to flee to Fengyun Village to make a living. He just turned a blind eye and pretended that he never had this apprentice."

"As his half-senior brother, I still want to cheer him up and give him some errands, but he is not interested in anything, so he has been sinking into a beggar."

"It wasn't until more than half a month ago that he suddenly came to me happily and said that the master could let him return to the gate, on the condition that he could kill you. Zhou Han, or Mr. Beiming, asked me to leave the magic weapons in the village to him.

If you choose, I will naturally agree."

He bowed slightly to Bei Mingxiu and said, "I must apologize to you for this."

His tone gradually became serious, and he said solemnly: "But if you have a grudge against him and come to Fengyun Village, you will just throw yourself into a trap and have no chance of winning."

"A disciple of Fang Chengyi has forced me to this point. Facing him in person, of course there is no chance of winning, right." Bei Mingxiu said with a smile, "But if he beat the younger one, there is definitely a chance.

The old man came to settle accounts with him."

Seeing that Sikong Jing wanted to say more, Bei Mingxiu quickly interrupted: "Master of the Dazhai, I know you have no ill intentions towards me, but you don't need to say the next words."

He smiled slyly and said, "Anyway, Fang Chengyi shouldn't be nearby now, otherwise he would have come out to look for me long ago."

Sikong Jing sighed quietly.

Indeed, if Fang Chengyi was still in Tianhuang Valley, how could he let Sikong Ming die in silence?

"Dazhao Master, you believe Fang Chengyi and Du Sigui. I don't believe it. What is the truth? I will continue to investigate." Bei Mingxiu said seriously, "You and the second village master must be careful recently."

A trace of sadness appeared on Sikong Jing's face and he nodded slightly.

Bei Mingxiu originally wanted to say something, but seeing his expression, he swallowed back what he was going to say.

He was once an older brother who lost his younger brother.

But now it seems that he is much luckier than Sikong Jing.

After a long time, Sikong Jing continued to speak: "I have dealt with those traces of the battle, you don't have to worry."

Bei Mingxiu nodded slightly and stood up to say goodbye.

Sikong Jing has been having a hard time these days. Since he really doesn't have any ill intentions towards her, she shouldn't bother her too much.

All the truth will always come to light.

Not long after he left Sikong Jing's room, he saw an acquaintance again.

This person has a lazy expression and looks like a carefree outsider, but in fact he is the hidden leader of the outside practitioners stationed in the main village.

The practitioner who looks at the sea cliff, Xu enters the pine tree.

Bei Mingxiu frowned and said, "Are you waiting for me?"

Xu Rusong nodded and asked, "You are the only one wandering around outside so early. Who are you waiting for?"

Bei Mingxiu said calmly: "Whenever I do something, you can tell me directly."

"You're still angry with me after all this time?" Xu Rusong laughed at himself, then put on a lazy look, pointed to somewhere in the main village, and said seriously, "Song Yang was killed last night, and he was with the third village.

It was just like when the Lord died, his whole body was cold, there was a small hole in his throat, but the murder weapon could not be found."

Bei Mingxiu had a slight impression of this cultivator named Song Yang, but it was just a one-time relationship, and he didn't even know where he was as a cultivator.

But he died in his room last night.

But this isn't right.

Du Sigui was severely injured by him last night, and it was impossible to sneak into the main stronghold and kill people despite the cold air of Beiming.

Could it be that there is another murderer, or is there more than one?

Bei Mingxiu frowned, vaguely feeling that things might be in trouble.
Chapter completed!