"Each hall immediately starts to determine the number of casualties, understand the detailed loss, and then report it to the hall masters, who will organize it and report it to me."

"The servants of our mansion are responsible for cleaning the mansion and extinguishing the remaining fires. Qingshuang Hall is responsible for finding the missing people and confirming the traces of the missing people. Qingshuang Bailu Hall is responsible for searching for Mr. Long's whereabouts." Wang Rong issued orders after order.

People next to him, such as Zhao Dong and Zhang Qing, did not dare to comfort Wang Rong when he saw his cold look, so he had to leave, leaving only Wang Rong and the two sisters and Mr. Qiao.

When everyone left, Wang Rong asked, "Old Qiao, what's going on tonight? What's the injury?"

"Actually, I don't know much. At that time, the evil spirit of the earth suddenly evaporated. Then an inexplicable force came from the void and directly attacked my mind. This force was of extremely high quality and should be the person Mr. Long Mo had been guarding against before. My sword heart was damaged, but my sister doesn't have to worry. If nothing unexpected happens, my injury will heal at most two days." Old Butler Qiao's voice came out.

"That's how it is," Wang Rong said in a weak tone, lowering her head, her original indifference was blocked by black hair that looked like night, making people unable to see the expression.

Wang Fu looked at Wang Rong with red eyes and worriedly. The two sisters had a very good relationship. Naturally, she knew that her sister was not as calm as she had acted just now, but she didn't know how to persuade her for a while. As her lips opened and closed, she just called softly in a crying voice: "Sister..."

"It's all my fault. I thought the sir was just fussing, so these things happened." Wang Rong's body trembled slightly, and her tone was choked.

"Oh, why bother to blame yourself? The person behind the scenes is strong, and he had a close fight with Wu Hailiang, the mu of Jingzhou, before. Even if the master is here, he can't do anything to him. How could Mr. Long Mo be blamed on his head? Besides, I've dealt with it well enough tonight. The only thing that the other party is too strong is that he is already a sword saint."

Mr. Qiao knew that today's incident did have a huge blow to Wang Rong. It was not just the disappearance of his benefactor Long Mo. There were some other reasons. Wang Rong had suffered a lot when she was young because Wang Gao had not yet made a fortune, and she never forgot her. After that, Wang Gao rose, and Wang Rong's life became smooth sailing. Until now, Wang Gao, Qingyuan has always been famous for her, and the Wang family has a strong and powerful force in Jingzhou.

Wang Rong lived a pampered life, and then Long Mo's arrival helped Wang Rong make up for her last shortcomings and had the qualifications to be no less than first-class genius. All of this was smooth sailing, but the family was burned... I couldn't accept it all at once.

After a while, Wang Rong took a deep breath, wiped her face with her hands, and turned around with rain and smiled at Wang Fu, "Okay, I'm fine, don't worry."

...

It was already dark, but the moon rose high, and the bright moonlight sprinkled like water but could not dilute the strong smell of wine in the courtyard.

A man in brocade was lying on the stone table, and a snoring sound came from the slanting wine cup. The wine flowed down, mixed with moonlight dripping onto a light golden long sword.

There was a breeze in the moonlight, and the breeze blew, which made the man feel excited. His body trembled, grabbed the long sword in his right hand, raised his head suddenly, and then glanced around before breathing a sigh of relief.

"What a terrible sword. I didn't feel any signs from beginning to end. In my mind, this is really not supposed to be!" The young man in brocade murmured to himself. After taking the wine cup and put it to his mouth, he realized that it was empty.

This person is naturally the original deity of Jin Buhuan, and his level of sword saint cultivation. As the mind body is completely broken, the memory will naturally be completely shared with the original deity. If it is the moment of his victory, or even a complete mind body, he will not feel that this sword is scary, because Long Mo will definitely not even be able to get out of the sword.

But it was precisely because of the limited strength at that time that Long Mo's sword succeeded, that he was deeply impressed by Long Mo's sword.

Thinking of this, Jin Buhuan couldn't help but wonder. Has his brother Yi Han reached this point now?

Because my junior brother had no way to practice, he never gave up on Lian Jian. Instead, he worked hard on swordsmanship. Just using swordsmanship, the junior brother was indeed very strong. Even if he was famous for his swordsmanship in Yan State, he was so powerful because he often discussed with his junior brother.

But the effect of this sword is no longer ordinary. Even if my junior brother's sword technique is really so strong in this way in the past ten years? Jin Buhuan was a little doubtful, what level he was at? If you want to achieve the sword technique of a master who can assassinate the sword mind state with just physical strength, you cannot be cultivated by just hard work. Moreover, my junior brother's temperament has also changed drastically.

Jin Buhuanzheng was puzzled. A handsome man wearing a moon-white silk dress was holding a pot of wine in his hand, and a white jade sword was paired with his waist. He shone with white light under the moonlight, like an immortal descending to earth.

"What are you thinking about? Third Junior Brother?" The person who came was Yan Xiu, who was called Crouching Tiger in Yan, and the second in charge of the Three Saints Sect in the contemporary era.

Jin Buhuan shook his head when he heard this, sobering himself, and then said to Yan Xiu: "It's my junior brother's business. Isn't my mind subsidence deadline for the time limit? So..."

Jin Buhuan told Jingzhou one by one, Yan Xiu frowned and said, "What do you mean is that my junior brother not only has his sword skills beyond his imagination, but also has a major change in temperament?"

"Yes, although I have always hoped that my junior brother would be more cheerful, I was really uncomfortable when I saw it so suddenly." Jin Buhuan said with a smile.

"Are you sure that the man is a junior brother?" Yan Xiu closed his eyes and asked softly with his back to Jin Buhuan.

"Ah? Of course, how could I remember my junior brother's breath wrong? Although it was a little different from before, isn't it normal for me to change some breath after so many years?" Jin Buhuan said affirmatively.

"Second Brother, do you know anything?" Jin Buhuan asked Yan Xiu keenly after saying this.

"What do you know? It's just that you've been following your junior brother for so long and suddenly there's a specific news. I'll ask specifically, but it's okay, as long as your junior brother is still alive, the things we've been worried about for so many years finally have a good result, right?" Yan Xiu turned around and said with a smile at Jin Buhuan.

"Hehe, that's right. Since my junior brother is still alive, let's take him back. In any case, he should come back after being away from home for more than ten years. I still want to see his sword technique that was hidden from my perception!" Jin Buhuan smiled and took the wine from Yan Xiu's hand, filled himself with a cup, took a sip, and said in an expectant tone.

"Okay, it's already late at night. Let's take a break early and don't drink all day long. I'll leave first." Yan Xiu smiled and shook his head, leaving in the moonlight.

Jin Buhuan took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes. He seemed to know something about the second senior brother and brother who didn't know! But tomorrow he would let several worshippers from the sect go to Zhao State and take the junior brother back. However, Hou's situation was easy to solve.

Thinking of this, Jin Buhuan took another sip of wine, thinking of the sudden long sword, he couldn't help but smile. When he came back, he would have to avenge the sword.
Chapter completed!