Regardless of whether they could accept it or not, Ji Kunpeng told the story about the old man Tianjian who went to an appointment to kill Sanhua, and after his defeat, a wisp of his residual soul merged with the ferocious beast Xilai.
Upon hearing this, Hongchenxue and Ying Wuqian were shocked.
"Is this true?" Ying Wuqian still had some doubts.
Hongchenxue had no such doubts. When he told him about his father's appointment to kill Sanhua, she knew that Ji Kunpeng must have some information, and what he said was probably true.
"Father, he..."
Ji Kunpeng nodded, and then said: "Three murderers committed a bloody crime, and I made an appointment with them, and the condition is that the murderer's head is the first, so the three transformations...I must eliminate them..."
Before he finished speaking, Ying Wuqian immediately shouted: "How dare you!"
Then he stood up directly, blocking Ji Kunpeng's retreat, with a bad look on his face.
Worried about his father's safety, he temporarily forgot that he was controlled by Burning God Silk, and that he had no power to resist in front of Ji Kunpeng.
"Yunqian."
Hong Chenxue called out, a sad look on her flawless and pretty face.
She wanted to plead for her father, but she didn't know how to ask for mercy. What was even more worrying was what would she do if there was a conflict between Ji Kunpeng and Evil Lai?
"When evil comes, evil comes, and your father is your father. We will not mix things up with each other. I am here today just to deal with this matter."
When she was in a dilemma, Ji Kunpeng stepped forward and held her hand, saying warmly: "I have already made a plan for your father's affairs. Please feel free to leave it to Ji."
Handsome and graceful, he has everything under control and he cares about himself so much.
Hongchenxue raised her head. Isn’t this the ideal male protagonist in her novel?
There was a feeling in my heart.
At this moment, inexplicable emotions filled my heart, and my heart secretly expressed my wish.
After being stunned for a while, Hongchenxue realized that Ji Kunpeng had been holding her hand, and after struggling to pull it out, she blushed and let out a sigh.
The sound is like the moaning of mosquitoes.
When Ying Wuqian heard what he said, his expression softened and he asked, "What's the plan?"
"Here are the details!"
After talking about the plan, Ji Kunpeng patted the back of Hong Chenxue's hand and asked, "Does your father have a notebook that records his and Ren's life stories?"
"uncle?"
Hongchenxue didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Ren Pingsheng. Although she was confused, she still nodded and admitted.
"But there is such a thing."
"Then can you give me this note?"
Ji Kunpeng asked for it, he came here just for this thing.
He wanted to untie Ren's life-long wounds and knots and let him participate in killing evil.
In the end, he kills with one blow and freezes the wound with the cold air from the sky, creating a state of suspended animation.
To deceive the dog who is the father of illusion...
"I'll get it for you right now."
Hongchenxue looked up at Ji Kunpeng, who seemed to have no idea what he meant.
It wasn't until the Rou Di he was holding started to struggle that Ji Kunpeng seemed to realize what he was doing and released it.
"Go for it!"
Ji Kunpeng nodded and smiled, very naturally, without any embarrassment.
Hongchenxue left with a blushing face, which made Ying Wuqian look livid.
My sister has fallen!
Mo Qingchi on the side finally saw it and thought to himself:
It seems that Ying Wuqian has a problem with this person, so no wonder he wants to pursue his sister.
At that moment, I felt that it was not easy for me to participate in this kind of thing, so I prepared to resign.
"Since you have important matters, Mo Qingchi won't disturb you. If you need anything, you can come to Wenyi Jingwei for my help."
After that, Mo Qingchi was about to leave, but was stopped by Ji Kunpeng.
"You can indeed contribute to the three evil things. In return, I can grant you the single striker you requested."
Ji Kunpeng didn't want to comment on Mo Qingchi, but he didn't do anything heinous at the moment. In order to prevent him from continuing to mess with Ying Wuqian and being used by him, he simply gave him what he wanted.
"You know how to play solo?" Ying Wuqian asked in surprise.
"Won't."
Ji Kunpeng smiled slightly: "But there are people who can!"
"Thank you."
Mo Qingchi saluted solemnly.
He didn't expect that Shan Feng, who Ying Wuqian had been unable to ask for for hundreds of years, would get the result so easily today, which made Mo Qingchi feel a little unreal.
The corner of Ying Wuqian's mouth twitched slightly. This comparison made him look extremely stingy. He knew that Mo Qingchi would probably have a clear relationship with him from now on.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qingchi turned to him and bowed to him again: "Although we have been friends with you for profit these years, my long-term friendship has been hidden for me..."
Ying Wuqian wanted to stop him from talking, but he was not as quick as Mo Qingchi.
"Conceal the fact about killing Lord Di Buddha for me, Mo Qingchi will not or forget it."
Ying Wuqian's complexion changed slightly, and he quietly looked at Ji Kunpeng, and sure enough he saw his face was gloomy and his eyes were cold.
Making a quick decision, Ying Wuqian slapped Mo Qingchi with his palm and knocked him away.
"Go quickly!"
Facing this sudden palm, Mo Qingchi was startled, thinking that Ying Wuqian was going to mess with him, but then he realized that the palm was intended to help, not to hurt.
After landing, Mo Qingchi looked puzzled.
"What does this mean?"
What do you mean, you are a good friend!
Seeing that Mo Qingchi not only refused to leave but also ignored the inquiry, Ying Wuqian secretly cursed an idiot, but he did not dare to act rashly.
He was aware of Ji Kunpeng's strength. If he had not been restrained by the Burning God Silk, he could have escaped with the help of Mo Qingchi, but there were no what-ifs.
After a long time, Ji Kunpeng put the folding fan behind his back and his expression returned to calm.
"That's it, that's the end of the matter."
Ji Kunpeng sighed inwardly, revenge was not what the old monk wanted.
Mo Qingchi still didn't know why, and looked blankly at Ying Wuqian inquiringly.
Ji Kun Peng Dandan explained: "Lord Buddha is a friend who has forgotten his life."
Mo Qingchi suddenly understood, and then he looked apologetic: "Sorry, then..."
Just as he was about to say that the deal just now was over, Ji Kunpeng interrupted: "Ji Kunpeng's conditions are still valid... There are many ways to achieve your goals in this world, and seeking skin from a tiger is not the only option. I hope you will bear in mind.
"
The implication was that the other party knew what he had done, and Mo Qingchi felt a chill in his heart.
"Your Excellency is generous, I understand."
The war was resolved just like that. Ying Wuqian couldn't help but be impressed by Ji Kunpeng's courage, and suddenly felt that this man could be his brother-in-law.
But when I thought about it, he seemed even smaller compared to himself.
At this time, Hongchenxue walked out, holding a yellowed book and a jade in his hands.
She didn't notice the difference in the atmosphere and handed the booklet to Ji Kunpeng.
"These are my father's notes and the cold jade fragment my uncle gave me."
Then he went on to explain: "My uncle once said that if you want to find him, you can inject true energy into the cold jade and you will be guided."
Zhi Kunpeng took the two things and couldn't help but admire them.
"The girl is really smart as ice."
If Hongchenxue hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten how to find trouble with Ren Pingsheng.
Hongchenxue's pretty face turned slightly red: "Young lady, just call me Yinghongxue."
After speaking, he looked straight at Ji Kunpeng, waiting for his response.
"Then you don't have to call me son-in-law. It's better to call me my real name, Hongxue." Ji Kunpeng responded with a smile.
"Um!"
Afterwards, Zhi Kunpeng asked her and Ying Wuqian to wait for news here, while he left Jiangshan Tower with Mo Qingchi and went to Wanjie to look for Ren Pingsheng.