A group of people dressed in black robes, with shiny sword hilts hanging on their waists, rushed into the Shupu Pavilion.

Just a few "crash" sounds were heard, and a dozen unsheathed long swords were instantly in the hands of the visitor. The leader put down the hat on his cloak, revealing a scarred face: "You traitor Linghu, you still won't surrender!"

Qilang stared at the dark shadow shaking behind him and shook her head.

Seeing the resolute look on the face of the descendant of Linghu, the leader turned to look at Jianing: "Mr. Nan, there is no enmity between Xihu and Nanlin, and the two families have a fate that was forged a hundred years ago. If you

Come down the mountain immediately, our leader will spare your life."

Nan Jianing showed the same expression as Linghu Qilang and shook his head slowly.

"Really..." The sword in the visitor's hand trembled. The tip of the sword pointed at Qilang and Jianing for a while. He hesitated for a long time and then shouted: "Tell me, where did you hide "Fan Ya Ji"!"

No one paid any attention to him and shouted loudly at the top of his voice. Qilang simply lowered his head and continued to mend Jianing's green robe that still had a hole in it.

The West Lake disciples who came here saw the two of them looking so indifferent, obviously not taking everyone else seriously. They all gritted their teeth and only heard an order:

"Search!"

Then they filed into the Shupu Pavilion in Lirong Mountain, pushed down the bookshelves, and tore up the classics, but couldn't find a single trace that looked like music scores. Jianing could only be heard saying slowly and authentically:

"Senior Brother Lu Ying, long time no see."

The disciple who was the first to draw the sword just now froze. He was stunned for a long time before turning around.

"Ning originally thought that several old friends in Xihu had long since forgotten all about me, a traitor to the Nan family. Senior brother still remembers me, so Ning owes senior brother a favor."

Lu Ying took a deep breath, and the long sword in his hand was hanging on the ground. There seemed to be something he wanted to say in his eyes. His lips moved, but he couldn't say it. Finally, the West Lake disciple who was called "Senior Brother Lu Ying" by Jianing

Slowly uttered the last sentence:

"Hurry down the mountain and join Linghu... the heroine Linghu."

As if he heard something incredible, Jianing couldn't help but smile silly, raised his head, and looked at Lu Ying's stubborn throat: "Jianing has one last thing, for the sake of you and me, look at each other."

For your sake, I beg you."

Lu Ying closed her eyes and nodded.

"This Shupu Pavilion is where hundreds of generations of Linghu family's ancestors have stored classics and secrets. They cannot be passed on to anyone but outsiders. When you people from the West Lake came, the ground was in a state of disarray." Jianing paused and then said,

"Get out of here quickly, "Fan Ya Ji" is not here, Ning promises."

Hearing the words "Fan Ya Ji", Lu Ying suddenly opened her eyes.

It seems that he has just realized his responsibility as a disciple of Xihu Tianke. How could he ruin the important event of the Four Musical Instruments just because of a temporary affair? Lu Ying's face turned red when he thought that he almost let the descendants of the Linghu family go down the mountain.

It was hot for a while, my heart was pounding, and I almost committed a catastrophic disaster.

Lu Ying's glimmering eyes lingered on Jianing for the last moment, and then the reluctance in his eyes turned into a fierce light. He immediately turned around, waved his hand, and said loudly:

"Search quickly!"

"Yes!" the West Lake disciples responded in unison.

Jianing smiled bitterly and shook his head, watching the split in the robe disappear in Qilang's hands. Qilang seemed as if nothing had happened, and no one was shouting and running around in the Shupu Pavilion. He just lifted up the robe and shook it.

Shake it off and put it on Jianing again:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it today."

Jianing held her hand and smiled stupidly: "What are you afraid of? When we get to the edge of the Underworld Bridge, I will hold on to you tightly and won't let go. I insist that you don't forget me even after you finish mending this robe."

Qilang smiled softly and nodded vigorously.

Just hearing the sound of "bang", a crack was torn open between the earth and the sky, and the earth shook in an instant.

A blue firework bloomed in the sky above the Shupu Pavilion, swallowing up hundreds of ancient books and ancient manuals.

(End of chapter)
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