Cui Ming has long hair that is meticulously groomed and has a Chinese character face. Although he is wearing casual clothes, he has a dignified look about him.

He is about eight feet tall, and his whole person gives others the impression of a powerful and powerful man. He looks more like a military general than a civil servant.

Sun Jue walked over and called out, "I've met Uncle Cui."

Cui Ming's predecessor is naturally very familiar with him. After all, Sun Jian and Sun Jian were sworn brothers and had frequent contacts.

But just like the relationship with Sun Jian, the original relationship with Cui Ming was not very good.

There is no other reason than that he was often criticized by Cui Ming because he neglected to practice martial arts.

In addition, Cui Ming's son is about the same age as the original. Not only is he talented, but he has also joined Zixia Sect, a sect in Yangzhou. The two are often compared.

In this case, it is strange that the original person would have a good impression of Cui Ming.

Cui Ming was obviously used to Sun Jue's indifference. He nodded slightly and said, "Your family was hit by a disaster last night, but you still slept so peacefully. You didn't know you had to get up earlier to help your father take care of these affairs.

If you are not good at practicing martial arts, how can you not even do these things?"

"Your father is getting older. If you continue like this, how will you take over the Sun family's property in the future?"

Sun Jue did not refute, but just gave the same reaction as the original person, and responded without saltiness: "Uncle Cui taught me a lesson."

If it were in the previous life, Sun Jue would have just said "Ah, right, right, right" to him.

Seeing Sun Jue's appearance, Cui Ming shook his head slightly, as if he was very sad for him.

"Brother, you don't have to worry about him. Mud can't hold up a wall. If he can be one-tenth as good as Cui Jin, I won't have a headache."

After Sun Jian finished talking to Cui Ming with a smile, he turned to Sun Jue and said, "Why are you still standing here? Please help your Uncle Cui get some tea!"

"oh."

After Sun Jue finished adding tea, he stood aside and listened to the two chatting.

"Second brother, what happened last night was because I was sorry for you and failed to come to the rescue. Otherwise, the Sun family wouldn't be like this... Alas!"

Cui Ming looked guilty, which is called sincere love.

If it weren't for the master who later emerged from the Reborn Realm, Sun Jian would have believed in him.

However, Sun Jian still smiled and said: "How can I blame you? If we are to blame, we can only blame our own lack of strength for the disaster."

There seemed to be some resentment in Sun Jian's words, but then he changed the subject: "By the way, didn't my brother say that he was entangled by a master before? I wonder what the Yamen's losses were?"

"To be honest, the Yamen suffered seven or eight casualties. The opponent was at least a master of the Reborn Realm. If he hadn't seemed to have some scruples, I'm afraid the casualties would have been even more severe."

Neither Sun Jian nor Sun Jue believed Cui Ming's words, but they didn't show it on their faces.

The two parties chatted for a while, and then Cui Ming asked to leave, saying that he would come back when the funeral started.

After sending Cui Ming away, Sun Jian and Sun Jue came to the study.

After closing the door, Sun Jian asked straight to the point: "Xiaojue, what do you think Cui Ming means?"

Sun Jue sat down opposite Sun Jian: "The man in black confessed last night that he was targeting our Sun family. In addition to the relics, he wanted to beat Cui Ming. Cui Ming probably knew something about it and even got it.

Some news, otherwise how could it be beaten?"

Sun Jian nodded. If you don't know who attacked you, how can you beat him?

Generally speaking, when dealing with such matters, one needs to reveal a little bit of news beforehand or a little bit of news afterward.

Judging from Cui Ming's performance, this matter is obviously the former.

"But Cui Ming didn't remind us, which is very strange. He and you are sworn brothers and have always had a good relationship. Logically, we should discuss this matter with you."

Sun Jian nodded again. In the past, when there was any big issue, the two of them would discuss how to solve it together.

But this time it didn't happen, which also proves the fact that Cui Ming sold him.

"The other is his subsequent reaction. First, he only sent a king to catch the head. He didn't come himself. Most likely, he thought we were dead, so he sent some people to collect the bodies."

"As for Mr. Wang saying Cui Ming was entangled in something, in my opinion, he had no intention of coming. It was just Mr. Wang's own excuse."

Sun Jue looked at Sun Jian, who was facing him with a straight face, and sighed.

Anyone who is stabbed in the back by a brother they trust will feel uncomfortable.

"I don't know if he came here today to fool him or to ease the relationship, but no matter what, it is impossible for us and him to go back to the past."

There was no expression on Sun Jian's face, but his voice was a little low: "Yes, if we can't go back, we will become wary of each other in the future."

Sun Jue said nothing more, just sat and let Sun Jian digest these things.

After a while, Sun Jian came back to his senses: "You are thinking so deeply about the problem now. If your mother knew about it, she would definitely smile."

Seeing that Sun Jue did not respond, Sun Jian did not talk about it anymore, but turned the topic to the source of the matter - the relics.

"Is that relic still on you?"

Sun Jue shook his head: "It has been absorbed by me, otherwise I would not have become so strong all of a sudden."

Sun Jian had expected this and was not surprised. He just said: "This relic was left by your grandfather. He sealed it underground. If it hadn't been for me a few days ago when I was sorting out your grandfather's belongings,

, I found a note tucked into the book, I am afraid that this relic will always be sealed underground, waiting for the destined person."

"Where did grandpa get the relics?"

Sun Jue never thought that this relic would be left behind by his deceased grandfather.

He previously thought that Sun Jian got it by chance.

"He has never said anything about this. How do I know about it, but I guess it is probably related to the Shaolin Temple."

Sun Jue's grandfather was a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple, and the relic was a master of the Buddhist realm of divine connection and above, the crystallization of which he could condense after his death.

In addition, he deliberately hid it from his family, so there might be some problems with the origin of this relic.

Thinking about it this way, it is almost inseparable that the relics are related to the Shaolin Temple.

Sun Jue took the opportunity to say: "Although I absorbed the relics, I only obtained the inheritance of Arhat Boxing from it. Father, is there any way you can get Heng Lian Wushu?"

"No wonder you realized the true meaning of Arhat in one fell swoop. It turned out to be because of the inheritance of the relics."

Sun Jian suddenly realized, "If I want to practice martial arts horizontally, I only have an iron cloth shirt on hand. Can you try practicing first?"

Iron cloth shirt is the most widely circulated horizontal kung fu in the world, but if given a choice, it is estimated that no one would choose this kung fu.

Kung Fu is inherently easy to learn but hard to master when practicing horizontally, and because Iron Cloth Shirt's level is a bit low, even if it takes time and effort to practice to a great level, it can only be difficult to be hurt by ordinary swords.

Therefore, very few people choose to practice this martial art.

Sun Jue frowned: "Let's try it first and then talk."

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