"According to what you said, three pieces are three pieces. If you do well, I will burn the things in front of you."
"If you can't do it well, hey, you are a smart person and everyone knows it well."
The man said calmly: "Tell me what you need me to do for you."
Jiang Yuezhong threw a cigarette and said in a deep voice: "No hurry, let's talk about your attitude towards Chen Xuanjun first."
"I have your clue, the original document, and I made him swear by his luck that this is the only one."
"So you don't have to worry about the hidden backup named Chen who will continue to blackmail you."
"If my prediction is correct, he is playing the emotional card with you."
"That little water snake is best at using false feelings to attack people's hearts. He is extremely proficient in it."
"He has used it on me and on red fish."
The young man picked up the warm tea and responded with a smile: "After all, you are the one who understands Fourth Master best, and you hit the nail on the head."
Jiang Yuezhong crossed his legs and said, "I hate being a wallflower who can't decide whether to go left or right."
The man drank the tea in the cup and exhaled happily: "God won't give me the chance to be a wallflower. You don't need to worry about this."
"Emotions? From the day my whole family died, I no longer know what emotions are."
"Living in fear, fearing that the identity of the undercover agent will be exposed, life will feel like years, and life will be worse than death."
"Who would be willing to be treated like a dog if they could regain their freedom and live freely?"
He looked polite and elegant, and said a lot of swear words: "From the time I went to Kunlun to the time I entered the inner gate, it was seven years later that Mr. Chen sent someone to contact me and reminded me to be obedient with the word Qingyang."
"Do you understand the bitterness and helplessness of being controlled by others?"
"That kind of hatred, that kind of frustration, that kind of pain and suffering that makes you sleepless at night?"
"I sneaked into the outer sect from a handyman disciple and was promoted to the inner sect. Finally, I became a direct disciple and became a disciple of Tang Jingyue."
"The efforts I put in and the rewards I received were all due to me, not him, Chen Xuanjun."
"He named me He Qingyang, which sounds the same as Qingyang. He wanted me to always remember my mission and my undercover status."
"But on the day I became a direct disciple, I changed my name."
"Change your name and start from scratch."
"I recognize Du Qirui as my adoptive father, and I will name him Du Qingyang."
"I had no choice but to keep the same pronunciation in order to deal with Chen Xuanjun. On the other hand, Qingyang means flying lightly and breaking free from the constraints."
Jiang Yuezhong praised: "It's very good. If you don't do it for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you."
"If you want to be innocent and live for yourself, I'll give you a chance."
"The first thing is to find out for me where Chen Xuanjun hid the nine red lotuses for luck."
"It's limited to three months. I just want the results and I won't wait for the deadline."
Du Qingyang, who is Kunlun's direct disciple, pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "I will try my best."
After thinking for a while, he added: "I thought you would let me help you verify the relationship between Chen Xuanjun and Ziwei."
The old Taoist priest laughed and said: "Does this still need to be verified? It's just taking advantage of the situation."
"Others can't see clearly what Chen Xuanjun is doing, but I have followed him for so many years and I can see it clearly."
"Pretending to be mysterious and mysterious, as the old saying goes, a man who thinks he is smart will not be able to help him."
Du Qingyang said thoughtfully: "If he can persuade Ziwei to help, he has a lot of trump cards."
Jiang Yuezhong yawned and said: "No need to test me, just walk slowly and don't send me away."
Du Qingyang stood up and said: "For the sake of your willingness to compromise and fulfill me, I will give you a piece of news for free."
"Within three days, Lingxi will either die or be injured."
"Severe injury."
The old magic stick's eyes turned interested and asked: "How do you say it?"
Du Qingyang smiled without saying a word and strode away.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear him reply intermittently: "A whetstone."
Jiang Yuezhong was confused and whispered: "What the hell? What does it have to do with the whetstone?"
