Chapter 271 Touching the Fish (Part 2)
Yin San did not avoid Patriarch Xuanyin, and opened the box directly in front of him.
Inside the box is a jade book with some names written on it.
I don't know how many years have passed, but those names are still bright red, because it is not cinnabar, but blood essence.
Xuanyin Patriarch's expression changed slightly.
These names left on the jade book with blood essence are naturally not Bulaolin's guest ministers, but official members.
Jianxilai didn't have a jade book, so even if he knew these names, he couldn't use them.
Who are these people?
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Qingshan Xilai Peak.
Several disciples couldn't suppress their excitement, and they didn't even bother to sort out the files, and looked at the sky outside the peak from time to time.
The brothers who went to Xihai are coming back, thinking about the news that shook the entire continent, how could they not be excited?
Fang Jingtian, the former peak master, sat in the top chair, held a teapot, and looked at these pictures with a smile. He was not angry, his silver eyebrows were fluttering in the wind, and he looked extraordinarily leisurely, like an ordinary rich man in the countryside.
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Shuiyue Nunnery is more than ten miles away.
The cassock slowly floated up from the dark pit, swayed gently with the wind, and then dispersed, turning into countless sutras glowing with golden light, and returning to the bodies of the monks.
The orthodox sect's encirclement and suppression of Bulao Lin is a major event in the practice world, so it is natural to make thorough preparations.
Before the Qingshan Sect brought Daze and other sects to the West Sea, the abbot of Guocheng Temple and the chief Duhai Master of the Law Hall brought eighteen ascetic monks here to suppress the breath of the underworld. Today is finally the time to leave.
The abbot of Guocheng Temple bowed to the small sedan chair with green curtains in the sky and softly proclaimed the Buddha's name.
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cold mountain.
He Wei, head of Kunlun, has been standing outside the gorge for several days.
There were still some ashes not far away, it was Song Qianji's body.
The clear light in the sky has disappeared without a trace, and the master of Zhongzhou is gone.
Just as He Wei was about to leave, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and looked into the depths of the canyon again, always feeling a faint evil intent coming from there.
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Chaotic Reef in the West Sea.
Patriarch Xuanyin sighed and said: "The strength of the West Sea Sword Sect has been lost by half. Qingshan no longer needs to worry, and regained the control of Bulaolin... You didn't do anything, just went to Nanhai to say a few words, and all these benefits belonged to you. Daoist, you are really a god."
Yin San waved his hands and said, "No way, I'm just good at fishing in troubled waters."
"But I think you're doing more than that."
Patriarch Xuanyin looked at him with a half-smile and said, "The king and grandson of the West value Liu Shisui for a reason, but what about you?"
Yin San was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, and said, "What do you think of my smile?"
Patriarch Xuanyin stretched out his thumb and praised: "Clean and amiable, who can see that you are a lunatic?"
Yin San said: "Don't you think Liu Shisui is very similar to me?"
Patriarch Xuanyin didn't know what to say.
Yin San looked at the chaotic reefs on the sea, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Those chaotic reefs slowly flew up in his eyes, left the sea, dried by the sun, flew back to the extremely high sky, gathered together, turned back into the hanging mountain, and then were wrapped in clouds and mist again.
Deep in the clouds and mist, there is a quiet room at the end of the cliff cave, with windows facing the West Sea.
Liu Shisui stood in front of the window, silently looking at the ink-like sea, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, he walked back to the desk and continued to read the case files, with a focused and serious expression, without any irritability or abnormality.
Yin San looked over there quietly, his eyes were full of shadows from his youth.
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God's End Peak.
Jing Jiu stood on the edge of the cliff.
He quietly looked at Shangde Peak in the distance, without the shadow of his youth in his eyes.
The person he is now has not changed from the person he was then, so he doesn't need to reminisce, naturally he has no emotion.
It's just that what he's thinking about now has something to do with Shangde Peak.
Who on earth released the senior brother from the sword prison?
The head, Yuan Qijing, Fang Jingtian or... dead dog?
When he was in the small mountain village, he calculated many times and tried twice, but there was no answer.
Because the result of the temptation is good, but those answers are logically untenable.
After the senior brother escaped from Qingshan, the king and sun of the west suddenly appeared in the west sea. Is there any connection between these two events?
He suddenly thought of the ghost-eyed dace at the bottom of the muddy water, and his eyes became sharp.
Yes, he had thought about this question at the beginning, if Lin Zhen had not colluded with the Ministry of the Underworld, why would the third disciple of the Underworld Master kill Wei Chengzi sent by Zhongzhou to silence him?
It turned out that it was my brother.
Liu Shisui joined the old forest.
Bulaolin assassinates Zhao Layue.
Both the impetus and the evidence for eradicating the old forest are sufficient.
It's just that the senior brother probably didn't expect that Luo Huainan would die, which was like adding another fire to the firewood he had set up.
Brother why do these things?
Naturally, it's not that he wants to return the world to a bright future.
That's right, senior brother dislikes that old guy on Wudao Island in the South China Sea very much, and wanted to kill him a long time ago, but he couldn't find a way at that time.
Then he has a reason to deal with the West Sea Sword Sect.
What reason?
Because I think Liu Shisui is too much like me, so I can help you out?
Jing Jiu no longer thought about these questions.
He doesn't know who can get the most benefit from this matter, he only knows that the muddier the water, the easier it is to fish, but the more likely accidents are.
So in this case, he never goes into the water.
If there is no benefit, there is no harm.
Qingshan is fine.
It was still the same sentence that Mei Hui said in the war.
He is willing to spend time and energy thinking about this, not because of a sense of responsibility or obligation, but for a very simple reason.
This is his green hill.
Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu walked to his side and looked out of the peak.
More than two hundred sword lights illuminated the sky, and soon came between the nine peaks.
The disciples of Qingshan returned to the mountain.
The operation against the old forest is over.
Gu Qing said softly: "The news came back that Liu Shisui did not come back together, no one knows where he is."
Jing Jiu didn't respond, and stretched out his right hand.
Zhao Layue summoned Forsi Sword.
Jing Jiu raised two fingers of his right hand together and made a sword formula.
Firsi sword rose through the air, turned into a blood rainbow, and disappeared into the blue sky in an instant.
Fursijian had only been there a few days ago, and he remembered the route very well, and Jing Jiu would be much more relaxed without having to use his sword sense to guide the way.
Looking at the remaining sword light in the sky, Yuan Qu asked curiously: "I didn't understand that night, isn't it possible to travel thousands of miles with a sword?"
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu and said, "Jianyou is not a sword fight, the target is set in advance, you just need to move casually to avoid it."
This is certainly true, but it is not the whole truth.
Yuan Qu wanted to ask again, but Gu Qing pulled him away with a smile, and went to Xijianxi to meet his fellow disciple who had returned.
Shen Mofeng was used to being alone, but someone had to come forward for such a big event.