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Chapter 471 What's the situation, why is Jingjing'er on the list
Swish!
The two frightening rainbows wrapped a red shadow, surrounded by a gray shadow like a falcon fighting, flying up and down, retreating back and forth, occasionally one or two jingling sounds could be heard.

"Introductory sword control, it depends on who is faster and who is more accurate. Of course, this is not wrong, but if you want to go further, you must let your sword have a god..."

From the gray shadow came a calm voice, as if a teacher was teaching a student.

"You practice very hard, your kung fu is not small, and your sword is very fast, but your swordsmanship is still someone else's. You don't have your own gods in it. You can still fight against equal opponents, but you can fight against higher opponents. From time to time, it is unavoidable to be a little..."

Following the voice, a flash of light flashed around the gray shadow, flashing away like lightning, and then a muffled sound came from the red shadow.

The figure separated from the left and right, and a figure in red clothes appeared. Two startling rainbows hovered around him, and the sword light flowed. On the opposite side of him was a nun in gray with bare hands and a relaxed expression.

"You are indeed very talented. If you change the occasion, maybe Poor Nun will look forward to your swordsmanship after your breakthrough."

Although the gray-clothed nun had a calm face, her eyes seemed to be flickering.

"But it's a pity that you are doomed to die here today!"

"Hey...hehe..."

The man in red let out a long breath, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a wicked smile.

"Although your swordsmanship is indeed superior to a certain level, but if you haven't fought to the end, a certain family doesn't feel that you have lost."

"Ha ha……"

The nun chuckled lightly, shook her head, then raised her hands, put palms together in front of her chest, and chanted in a long voice.

"Rolling the fog in the Huazang, shaking the brown and dusting the dust. The traces are bent from the inchworm, and the Tao and the dragon stretch..."

Before he finished speaking, the nun in the gray monk's robe and the man in red in front of him had both disappeared, and then they heard the sound of metal and iron clanging and a long laugh coming from the air.

"Collect strings and loose thoughts, swim and fish in the nine abyss. Heavy streams, or bait hangs... Hahaha, Yinniang really lives up to her reputation..."

The next moment, a red shadow threw into the nearby Qingdu Temple with a long laugh, while the gray shadow circled in the air and landed in the small courtyard. in front of the door.

"master?"

Pei Xinru raised her head, looked at the red shadow rushing into the Qingdu temple with hatred eyes, and asked puzzledly.

"Jing Jinger is still alive, why don't you chase after..."

"There is no need to chase..."

The nun in gray looked down at Pei Xinru and said calmly.

"Jingjing'er got a sword from the poor nun in his heart, and life and death are at stake. What the poor nun promised you has been done..."

Saying that, the gray-clothed nun turned around and pushed open the door of the courtyard, and walked straight in.

When the door was closed, Pei Xinru heard the last words from the yard.

"In addition, the poor nun gives you a piece of advice for Xinru, if you want to survive, don't sneak into the Qingdu temple..."

As if to comment on the nun's words, before her words fell, Jing'er's long laughter from the air turned into a miserable howl.

"what……"

Faintly, there was a somewhat cold voice in the wind.

"Another apprentice, get lost!"

Originally, Pei Xinru had already made up her mind and wanted to rush into Qingdu Temple, but under the nun's persuasion, especially after Jing Jing'er's long laugh turned into a miserable howl, she was still persuaded... …

"Forget it, Master never lies. Since he said that Jing Jing'er is doomed, it must be doomed!"

Saying that, Pei Xinru glanced at Qingdu Guanli fearfully, turned around and was about to leave, at this moment, she suddenly heard a voice that she was somewhat familiar with from the small courtyard.

"Ah... Master, you are unreasonable. I didn't break your whisk this time, why did you hit me... Ahhh... Master, I was wrong, please be merciful!"

Hearing this familiar scream, Pei Xinru's eyes also flashed a soft brilliance, but the brilliance disappeared immediately.She knelt down, kowtowed lightly in the direction of the small courtyard, then stood up, her figure flashed and disappeared.

……

Boom!

Jing Jing'er in red pushed open the hall of a mansion in Yongjiafang with difficulty, walked in unsteadily, sat down under the third lampstand, waved his hand laboriously, and the flame on the lampstand burst into flames. It burned up.

"call……"

After doing all this, Jing Jing'er raised her head and leaned against the wall behind her, breathing heavily.

A few minutes later, a gust of wind blew from the yard, and then the figure of the man in black, Xue Deyin, appeared in the hall.

"Who wants to entrust... Jing Jinger, what's wrong with you?"

"There was a small mistake..."

The corners of Jing Jing'er's mouth curled up, revealing a familiar smile.

"The Pei Jieyu entrusted by the samurai turned out to be the good friend of Monk Jizang back then, and she was from the Yinmen, so a certain person was happy to see Liexin and had a fight with Yinniang..."

The man in black looked down at the wound on Jing Jing'er's chest, and asked calmly.

"Speaking of the point, how is your injury?"

"A sword pierces through the heart..."

Jing Jinger smiled, as if talking about other people's affairs.

"Big Luo is hard to save!"

"Oh!"

Xue Deyin nodded calmly, and then his eyes fell on the thin layer of ice on Jing Jing'er's chest.

"Then what's the matter with the chill on your wound? Could it be that Yinniang's swordsmanship has changed again?"

"This..."

Jing Jing'er looked down at her chest, and her smile became a little weird.

"This has nothing to do with Yinniang. It's someone who broke into someone else's boudoir and was treated as a disciple and beat him up. But this is a blessing in disguise. If it weren't for the beating, the other party's cold air temporarily froze someone's body." If there is a wound, a certain family may not be able to persist here."

"Oh……"

Xue Deyin nodded again, and continued speaking calmly.

"Then do you have any last words?"

"A certain family has no other regrets, but this sister in Chang'an..."

Having said that, Jing Jinger silently touched her heart with her hands.

"After XX died, don't tell Xiaoqing that XX is dead, just say... XX left Chang'an!"

Xue Deyin nodded again.

"it is good!"

"in addition……"

Jing Jinger raised her head, gasped for breath twice, and then continued.

"You tell the warrior Xun that this Pei Jieyu is the murderer who assassinated Zhang Daoyuan. money!"

"Someone knows..."

Xue Deyin said calmly.

"A contract is a contract, and when the time comes, someone will do it himself."

"it is good!"

Jing Jinger nodded, her body seemed to be relaxed, and she leaned against the wall weakly, with a relieved smile on her face.

"There's nothing else... It's a pity that a certain person just saw the opportunity to break through in his swordsmanship, and it turned out... If only God could give him a certain period of time..."

As she spoke, Jing Jing'er's voice became more and more low-pitched, and by the time she spoke the last sentence, it had become inaudible.

Afterwards, he lowered his head that had been held high in front of Xue Deyin's eyes, and two bright white things hung from his nose.

"call……"

Xue Deyin exhaled silently, then bent down and hugged Jing Jinger.

A gust of wind blew by, and the hall of the abandoned house became deserted, and the lights that had been lit were shaken a few times in the wind, and then went out with a pop.

……

"Jing Jinger is on the list, I really saw the undead..."

A white-clothed Taoist priest standing in front of the Taoist Temple in Nanzhao Mountain looked up at the sky with a surprised expression on his face.

"Why did Pindao have nothing to do when he was in Chang'an, and within a few days after leaving Chang'an, these things happened one after another, first Shi Zhixuan made the list, and then Jing Jinger followed , who should be next? Is Nie Yinniang... Well, I made a mistake, the current Yinniang doesn't seem to have the surname Nie!"

"Real..."

Seeing the Taoist priest in white looking up at the sky with a surprised look on his face, the old Taoist priest who was following him couldn't help but looked up at the sky with a strange expression on his face.

"Did you sense what happened? Why didn't the old man feel anything..."

Kong Qing lowered his head and silently glanced at the old Taoist standing beside him.

Nonsense, if you can stand on the outskirts of Changsha and feel that someone died in Chang'an City, then you are not a quasi-real person, but a real Da Luo Tianxian!

"It's nothing, it's just a whim..."

As he spoke, Kong Qing raised his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an City with a solemn expression.

"Just now, Pindao seems to have vaguely heard the sound of the dragon's roar. This is the backlash of the dragon's energy. It must be that an important minister in the court was assassinated!"

"what……"

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Tang Goubie, who was standing beside him, suddenly became brighter.

People living in the south of Changsha can sense the changes in Chang'an's dragon energy on a whim, and can also deduce that some important ministers have been assassinated...

Ordinary real people shouldn't be able to do this kind of thing, right?
This Qingwei real person is really unpredictable!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little more apprehensive, and asked a question tentatively.

"Really, since such a big incident happened in Chang'an, do you have to go back?"

"how?"

Kong Qing turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Guanzhu Tang, you seem to be looking forward to Pindao's return to Chang'an..."

"No no no..."

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Tang Goubie quickly waved his hands and replied in one voice.

"Why does the old Taoist think so, Daoist Qingwei, you come to help the Changsha Xuantan clean up the demons and goblins, the old Taoist is too happy, how could he be looking forward to your return to Chang'an."

"Oh!"

Kong Qing nodded with a smile, then waved the white jade whisk in his hand, and walked towards the Taoist Temple.

"Then don't worry about the poor Taoist. Next, Guanzhu Tang, you should tell the poor ghost about the evil spirits nearby, so that the poor Taoist can visit them one by one..."

(End of this chapter)