Regent, she's here to find fault again

Chapter 592 Journey to 569 Avenue
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Xue Daotong snorted and laughed, "Forget it, this guy still really misses me, otherwise he wouldn't have come all the way to this wild place, and in the end his little disciples saved me..."

As he said that, Xue Daotong couldn't help but gouged out Xue Hecheng's eyes again, hating that iron could not become steel, "The little old man has raised two apprentices, but none of them can compare with him, it's really annoying!"

"..." Xue Hecheng didn't react until now, but was scolded all over by his master.

Su Changjin was also curious, she just asked about this jade comb, before asking the master's name, Xue Daotong made a wild guess about her identity.

She could guess that even though Xue Daotong was conspired by soldiers and horses of the imperial court to seal up his internal energy, his kung fu is not weak.

He not only has the reputation of "living god" in the Jianghu, but also a Guangling Taoist praised by people in the Jianghu.

"You must also be curious, how did the little old man know about you?" Xue Daotong looked like an old god, but he stared at Su Changjin energetically.

Su Changjin smiled suddenly, not pretentiously pretending to be profound, she nodded slightly, "Please tell the Taoist priest."

"Simple!"

Xue Daotong patted his thigh, and raised his chin towards the folding fan she put on the table, "Nine Nether Mysterious Bone Fan, little old man, right?"

He narrowed his brows and eyes with a smile, Su Changjin finally understood, he was a little dumbfounded.

It turned out that this weapon had exposed her.

"Although I wasn't there that night, I heard that in front of the palace gate... You are a fan who overcame thorns and thorns and killed all directions!"

Without stopping for a word, Xue Daotong admired, but Xue Hecheng looked very hesitant, he stared at the folding fan suspiciously, "Is it so powerful..."

"You know shit!"

Too lazy to talk to him, Xue Daotong picked his nose and eyes at him, turned his head and looked at Su Changjin with another face, grinning, "Don't pay attention to him."

"I saw the Nine Nether Mysterious Bone Fan in his hand more than ten years ago. The disciples of Old Man Li's sect can be the number one disciple, and they must be the Seven Sons of Xuanshan."

"At first, I couldn't guess it, but now that your identity is exposed, everyone knows it..."

Xue Daotong did not talk nonsense about this point, the incident in front of the palace gate, even if the people on his side kept their mouths shut, the emperor of Nanjiang would not.

What's more, that shit-stirring stick wants to be known by the whole world, and he has definitely done his best to make this situation known to everyone.

After returning, there is bound to be another trouble.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Xue Daotong continued, "The Seven Sons of Xuanshan have five boys and only one girl, but the little old man heard that the girl played with whips, so you must be the one who is neither male nor female in the legend. The... Fengshengke?"

"..." Su Changjin suddenly smiled.

In fact, if the southern border was not closed, and she hurried over from Qishan, the news that the regent of Daqing was Jiang Dongfeng's stranger might have spread long ago.

But now Xue Daotong obviously doesn't know yet.

Sighing slightly, she said softly, "The Taoist is discerning, but I'm afraid these will not be secrets in the future."

It's difficult for you to talk to many people, she knows this better than anyone else.

Seeing that she was a little frustrated, Xue Daotong immediately beamed with joy, "Hey, there is a way of life for any identity, and with your mind, it is not difficult to live in the world."

"Going with the flow and being at peace with the situation is also a kind of way."

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(End of this chapter)