After Ning Zhenzhen said this, she didn't believe it herself.
But these are indeed words read from the heart of a middle-aged man.
In what this middle-aged man thought, there was not a single disciple of the Kunshan Holy Sect in Shenjing, only him.
Ni Zhao said in a deep voice: "Ning Sicheng?"
Ning Zhenzhen looked at the middle-aged man: "Do you think this is possible? In the entire Kunshan Holy Sect, you are the only one lurking in Shenjing? Dozens of Kunshan Holy Sect disciples have died in the hands of the imperial court in the past few days!"
The middle-aged man showed a hint of sneer and joking, but said nothing.
Ning Zhenzhen raised her slender eyebrows lightly and said in surprise: "Are they all fake?"
The middle-aged man frowned.
He finally discovered the mystery. This beautiful woman could actually read his own thoughts.
Ning Zhenzhen turned to look at Ni Zhao.
Ni Zhao shook his head: "Impossible."
The other two worshipers also shook their heads.
Sima Xun and the others also shook their heads, thinking it was impossible.
This is just telling lies with open eyes. How could it be possible that so many disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult are fake!
But then a trace of doubt emerged.
Because these disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult immediately committed suicide without saying a word as soon as they were recognized.
People had no doubt before, but with this doubt, they found that there was no way to confirm that they were really disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult. Could they be disciples of other sects?
"You are the only true disciple, and the others are outside disciples?" Ning Zhenzhen said: "Or are they not disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult, but just pretending to be disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult?"
Her bright eyes are deep.
The middle-aged man felt that his mind was being sucked in, and he couldn't help but look away.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "It seems that he is pretending to be a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult and ruining the reputation of Kunshan Holy Cult..."
She shook her head and smiled: "Since you want to ruin the reputation of Kunshan Holy Cult, then why did you sneak into Mr. Zhou's house? ... to protect Mr. Zhou?"
Her beautiful face burst into a smile, which dazzled everyone.
Ning Zhenzhen shook his head with a smile: "You said it was to secretly protect Mr. Zhou. What are you trying to prevent? ... Or is Mr. Zhou also a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult?"
The smile on her beautiful face slowly faded, and she thought thoughtfully: "Master Zhou is also a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult?"
The middle-aged man's eyes tried hard to move around, not to touch Ning Zhenzhen's clear eyes or look into Ning Zhenzhen's deep and soul-catching eyes.
I want to avoid Ning Zhenzhen from reading it in this way.
But it didn't help, her thoughts were still clearly seen by her.
A feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart, followed by anger.
But as soon as he was angry, a coolness suddenly entered his mind, like a basin of cold water poured on his head, all the anger was extinguished.
If you can't get angry, you can't activate the secret technique.
He suddenly became calm, but it was the effect of the Pure Heart Mantra that made him unable to remain calm.
No fear, no sorrow, no joy, no anger, no worry, just looking at Ning Zhenzhen lightly.
Ning Zhenzhen shook his head and said: "Master Zhou cannot be a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult."
He smiled faintly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
"It's really..." Ning Zhenzhen looked at Ni Zhao.
Ni Zhao and the others looked solemn.
Mr. Zhou is Zhou Jigang, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, a dignified second-rank official.
Even the head of their foreign department is only a second-grade official.
In the officialdom, if someone is crushed to death by a senior official, the matter must be reported to Sizheng, as they have no right to make a decision.
It's just that they don't believe it at all.
How could the dignified Minister of the Ministry of Industry be a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult? This matter is of great importance. Once word spreads, the court will be shaken and the emperor will be furious.
Ni Zhao looked around.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Don't worry, Ni Gongfeng, they will keep it secret."
Her clear eyes swept away everyone.
Everyone in Sima Xun clasped their fists in awe.
It means that they will keep it secret and never tell anyone else. They understand this basic rule.
Ni Zhao snorted: "If this matter spreads and causes any trouble, we will all be in bad luck, and no one will be able to escape!"
Huang Yufeng said: "Don't worry, Ni Gongfeng, we all understand and will never talk nonsense."
Ning Zhenzhen said calmly: "After today, everyone is not allowed to drink alcohol or go to those romantic places after their shift."
"Yes!" Everyone responded solemnly.
Ni Zhao showed a smile: "It seems that Ning Sicheng has a good command of his subordinates, which is rare."
I originally thought that these heroes from various sects would be disgusted and dissatisfied with a woman leading them.
Especially since she is such a petite, beautiful and young woman.
But now it seems that I have gone astray.
This Ning Zhenzhen actually managed to tame these heroes of the moment. He was really capable and worthy of being the number one young person in Mingyue An.
Ning Zhenzhen shook his head: "Everyone respects the position of Sicheng, not me, Ni Congfeng. Report this matter directly to Sizheng, or should we confirm it again?"
"Ning Sicheng, it is up to Sizheng to decide whether to confirm or not confirm such a major matter. We cannot make decisions without authorization. We are only responsible for asking him clearly." Ni Zhao said.
"Yes, I have learned the lesson." Ning Zhenzhen said.
In fact, she knew what to do, but she still had to ask Ni Zhao, how could he show the importance of the other person when he was hiding his clumsiness? He knew everything.
Sima Xun and the others secretly shook their heads, seeing that she was hiding her clumsiness. She was usually so shrewd and decisive, how could she not know what to do? Thanks to Ni Chongfeng, she felt good about herself.
Ni Zhao looked at the middle-aged man: "This man's words are really confusing and I can't figure it out."
"Maybe this is the purpose of Kunshan Holy Cult." Ning Zhenzhen said: "What he knows may not be true."
"Alas!" Ni Zhao rubbed his eyebrows: "What a big trouble!"
Ning Zhenzhen looked at the middle-aged man: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed slightly.
Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "It turns out to be the Duanyue Divine Sword Song Chaoyin. I'm glad to meet you."
"The Mountain-Breaking Divine Sword..." Sima Xun and the others chewed and recalled it carefully.
In the end, he shook his head helplessly.
I really have never heard of this name. Is it true that I am ignorant and not as knowledgeable as Sicheng?
Ning Zhenzhen turned to look at them: "The Broken Mountain Sword became famous thirty years ago. It's no wonder you haven't heard of it. It used to slash the three unique swords of Zijin Mountain. These three unique swords were triplets. They attacked together.
His magic skills are superb, his sword skills are astonishing, and no one in the martial arts world within hundreds of miles can defeat him, but he acts viciously and kills people at every turn."
The muscles on Song Chaoyin's face trembled slightly.
He never expected that after thirty years of hiding his name, someone would still remember his name and his battle to become famous.
He originally hated Ning Zhenzhen deeply, but now it was a bit complicated.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "I once heard from our seniors that Senior Song's battle can be regarded as a classic, especially his ability to outwit the combined attack of three people, which should be regarded as a model."
Song Chaoyin had a faint smile on his face.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "I just really didn't expect that Senior Song was actually a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult. He must not have joined the Kunshan Holy Cult halfway. He was originally a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult and entered the Sanyue Sword Sect at a young age, right?"
Song Chaoyin's face changed slightly.
The original smile suddenly disappeared.
Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "I really don't know how many Kunshan Holy Cult disciples have joined various sects and sects."
The most important thing to be able to join these sects without anyone noticing is that you have a clean background and no mistakes in your family background.
Whenever recruiting disciples, any sect is extremely cautious.
Family background is extremely important. It is difficult for orphans and others to truly enter the upper echelons of the sect.
First, you need to check whether your life experience is innocent, who your parents are, where you live, and what you do for a living.
This is only the first layer.
The second level is to investigate how the parents conduct themselves, how they behave in the neighborhood, and what their temperament is like.
If the parents' reputation is too bad, they will often not be recruited.
One is that it will damage the sect’s reputation.
What's more important is that he is not optimistic about his son's future.
Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice's sons can dig holes.
Although it is not absolute, the sect will not gamble on exceptions, and the character of parents will often be passed on to their children.
A disciple's poor character will often harm the sect or even backfire on the sect.
But the Holy Cult of Kunshan was able to hide it from the various sects and make them accept them as disciples. There was more than just a little problem.
Each sect is not a vegetarian, so of course they will be wary of someone sneaking into the sect, especially if their opponents use this method.
Therefore, the precautions are extremely strict, and the precautions are taken. After review and review, it is almost difficult for people with ulterior motives to sneak into it.
Ning Zhenzhen asked: "Senior Song's parents are your real parents?...Oh? It's true."
She asked strangely: "Are your parents also disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult?... Yes!"
Ning Zhenzhen looked at Ni Zhao.
The faces of Ni Zhao and the others slowly became serious.
Song Chaoyin's previous answers were indeed a bit confusing, confusing, and even gibberish. Ning Zhenzhen directly put aside these confusing questions and turned to digging into his life experience. The questions exposed were shocking.
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This Ning Zhenzhen is truly worthy of being the number one young person in Mingyue An, with a sharp mind and a top expert in interrogation. It seems that the foreign department can allow her to join the important interrogations in the future.
Ning Zhenzhen continued: "If your parents are also disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult, have they always lived in that village? As far as I know, in general sect review, the disciple's family must have lived there for at least thirty years, that is,
Two generations of people are here, and your grandparents also live here... Are they also disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult?... Yes!"
Fakong's voice suddenly sounded in Ning Zhenzhen's ears: "Junior sister, be careful of the assassin, leave him alone, protect yourself!"
Fakong saw the fate of Song Chaoyin through his clairvoyance. In a moment, an assassin would attack.
Ning Zhenzhen's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly said in a deep voice: "Three of you, please be careful about assassination."
Ni Zhao and the others reacted very quickly. As soon as they heard the word "assassination", they immediately dodged and formed the momentum of horns. Their backs were facing the Song Dynasty, and their Gang Qi was already activated, ready to take action at any time.
"Woo!" A white shadow shot from the top of the wall, leaving an afterimage in the air.
Ning Zhenzhen reacted the fastest, and he wanted to hit her as soon as he raised his jade palm.
Even if you don't block it hard, block it and create opportunities for Ni Zhao and the others.
Fakong suddenly appeared next to her, picked up her slim waist and moved sideways to avoid the white shadow.
"Bang!" The white shadow made a muffled sound as soon as it got close and exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Ni Zhao and the others felt a warning sign, but it was too late. The blood mist spread ten feet in an instant, and the speed was too fast, far better than their movement skills.
"Ah!" the three of them screamed.
When the blood mist enters the body, it feels like having sulfuric acid splashed on the face and body in the previous life. The pain is unbearable.
Screaming is just a natural reaction and cannot be suppressed.
As soon as Ning Zhenzhen Liu's waist was hugged, she turned her jade hand and was about to pat it over, but smelled Fakong's breath and spread her Taisu Divine Palm.
They barely avoided the blood mist.
Sima Xun and the others were not so lucky.
When they saw the white shadow appear, they immediately rushed forward, preparing to help block the attack. However, they advanced too fast and had no time to retreat, and they were covered in blood mist.
Some were on the chest, some were on the face, and some were on the elbows, but the pain was no different. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't help but scream.
Song Dynasty was the worst.
His martial arts skills have been disabled, his acupoints have been sealed, and he cannot move.
When the blood mist enveloped him, Ni Zhao and the others couldn't help but dodge and forgot to protect him. The blood mist fell solidly around him.
He almost fainted from the pain.
At this moment, a basin of cold water was poured down, keeping him awake and dispelling the darkness caused by the pain.
Another stream of nectar fell, and the body entered the hot spring from the extreme cold, and the feeling of intoxication suddenly arose.
Fakong cast a rejuvenation spell and enveloped the entire courtyard.