Zhuo Qingyi was extremely disgusted with Xue Xichen's nonsense. He said coldly: "Girl, if you have any gifts, just give them to me."
"Hey, Alliance Leader Zhuo, just wait."
Xue Xichen fumbled around. He seemed to be looking for something. He also seemed to have forgotten where he put the things. Until Zhuo Qingyi's face was filled with black lines and he was about to speak and chase people away. Xue Xichen suddenly clapped her palms and said excitedly: "Oh Leader Zhuo, look at my memory. How could I forget it? Die'er, where is my painting?"
"Hey. Come on."
Before he finished speaking, Hua Nongdie floated onto the stage like a colorful butterfly, holding a scroll in his hand.
Seeing Hua Nongdie come on stage, Zhuo Qingyi instantly realized that these people were all in the same group. He immediately realized that someone had set a trap for him and was just waiting for him to get inside.
"Xue'er. I'll draw this for you."
Hua Nongdie was running when she suddenly tripped over something under her feet. She paused heavily. The scroll fell off her hands and rolled to the ground. It spread out.
The yellowed scroll. The bright smile of the woman smiling like a flower reflected in the eyes of several people on the stage. The stage was high. The people in the audience could not see the painting on the scroll, but they could see Zhuo Qingyi's face changing color instantly.
Xue Xichen bent down, picked up the scroll, and rolled it up slowly. "Leader Zhuo, who is this woman? I wonder if you are willing to clear up the little woman's confusion."
Zhuo Qingyi's face turned pale and her fingers couldn't help but tremble.
"I don't know this woman."
He refused with a cold face.
"I don't recognize it. It's impossible." Xue Xichen looked surprised. "This scroll was given to me personally by the leader's wife."
"That bitch Yuanhe..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, they stopped as if tapping an acupuncture point. Zhuo Qingyi frowned, secretly guessing Xue Xichen's intention.
"It seems that Alliance Leader Zhuo admits that this scroll belongs to Alliance Leader Zhuo's Luo."
Xue Xichen turned around and found the square formation of the Shaolin sect. She bowed and said respectfully to Master Wuwei, the leader of Shaolin. "Master Wuwei, you are the great master of Shaolin. You are highly respected in the world. What's more, monks don't lie. The little girl absolutely believes in the master’s character. The little girl is bold enough to ask the master if he recognizes the woman in this painting.”
After that, open the scroll.
Instantly, everyone's eyes were attracted to the yellowed scroll.
"Amitabha."
Master Wuwei put his hands together and bowed deeply. He twisted the Buddha beads in his hands and said in a deep voice: "I definitely recognize the woman in the painting. I would like to ask what is the relationship between the girl and the woman in the painting."
"It doesn't matter." Xue Xichen shook his head. Then he smiled and said, "But... I happen to know the person who is related to the woman in this painting."
"his son"
Master Wuwei's eyes darkened slightly.
Xue Xichen raised the corners of her lips. "Master, the little lady has answered your question. But, you haven't answered the little girl's question yet."
"I have already answered the girl's question."
"Oh. But the master has not yet told the little girl what the name of the woman in this painting is, where she is from, and who her family members are."
"Why do you ask, girl?"
"curious."
"Please forgive me for having no comment."
"Really."
Xue Xichen responded lukewarmly. Her expression did not change from her playful demeanor. She said leisurely and contentedly: "Master doesn't want to say it. Naturally, the little girl doesn't dare to force it. But" she deliberately let it slip and rolled her eyes. She suddenly looked serious and said seriously: "The little lady suddenly remembered an old incident in the world. I think everyone must still remember the time when Lingjiu Palace was besieged by six sects."
Vulture Palace
Feng Qingge's whole body's nerves trembled as if there was an electric shock. Her eyes widened suddenly and she looked at Xue Xichen in disbelief.
Why are we mentioning the Vulture Palace? Could it be that Xue Xichen is really related to the Vulture Palace back then?
Xue Xichen's words instantly caused Zhuo Qingyi's expression to change. At the same time, they also aroused the sound of whispers below. Master Wuwei frowned solemnly, and a Buddhist chant sounded. "Amitabha."
Xue Xichen said: "Back then, the Lingjiu Palace was besieged by six sects. The head of the Tianshan child's grandmother was missing. The Tianshan child's grandmother only had one daughter in her life. During that disaster, her daughter's whereabouts were unknown. Master Wuwei, could this be possible? thing."
Master Wuwei sighed: "This is indeed true."
Xue Xichen tilted her head. "So, does Master know what the fate of this girl will be?"
Master Wuwei shook his head. "Amitabha, I don't know."
"I heard that the Netherworld Gu Queen rescued the Tianshan Tonglao's only daughter, Alliance Leader Zhuo. Do you know this?" To hide the panic in his heart.
Zhuo Qingyi quickly gathered his thoughts and said with a solemn face: "This matter is an old matter in the world. I was only ten years old when the Tianshan boy died. How could I know..."
"That's right. Alliance Leader Zhuo really shouldn't know." Xue Xichen nodded and suddenly asked, "So, Alliance Leader Zhuo knows the daughter of Tianshan Tonglao."
"That's ridiculous. I've never even met Tianshan's grandmother. How can I know her daughter?"
"That's right. But, these two things are not necessarily related." Xue Xichen counted on her fingers. "You don't know Tianshan Tongma. That's because Tianshan Tonglao died early. But... you can know Tianshan Tonglao." Grandma’s daughter. In terms of age...the daughter of Alliance Leader Zhuo and Tianshan Tonglao are only one or two years apart..."
Zhuo Qingyi kept a serious face, but could not hide the panic in his heart. He said solemnly: "What exactly do you want to say."
"No...I'm just curious..."
Xue Xichen smiled and pointed at the woman on the scroll. "Does Leader Zhuo know that the woman on the scroll is Yu Zhen'er, the daughter of Tianshan Tonglao?"
"What."
"No"
"real"
There was a sound of exclamation from all around. People from various sects and rivers and lakes looked at each other in surprise. Their eyes were all focused on Master Wuwei and Zhuo Qingyi with bewilderment and suspicion.
Zhuo Qingyi's face turned pale. His body trembled slightly, like leaves falling in the autumn wind. His whole body was unusually depressed.
"Amitabha." Master Wuwei sighed. "Girl, you deliberately bring up these old things here. What do you mean?"
"I don't want to do anything." Xue Xichen replied confidently. "When the little girl saw injustice on the road, she drew her sword to help. She wanted to seek justice for Yu Zhen'er."
"Girl, Yu Zhen'er has been dead for many years. What kind of justice does the girl want to seek?"
"Ah, Master Wuwei knows very well." Xue Xichen pretended to be surprised and said with a look of surprise. "Master Wuwei, didn't you just say that you didn't know the whereabouts of Yu Zhen'er? How did you know that Yu Zhen'er had passed away? news."
"Where did the girl get this picture? Where did she know these secrets of the world?"
"Master, I respect you as your elder. However, the question was raised by me first. Please answer my question first, master."
"Amitabha. The girl is fighting each other hard. Could it be that the girl is related to Yu Zhen'er."