Destiny Big Villain: I Can View The Life Script!

"You Jinyiwei has dark sons all over the world, you know all about my Yunlong village, and you still want to lie to me?"

"Whatever you want." Su Changqing shook his head.

"My teacher's name is Mr. Wuhen, and his nickname is Chunmeng Wuhen. He is as famous as Martial Saint, the burial flower. Can this matter be faked?"

"By reason, you should call me Senior Brother." Su Changqing stared at her and said softly.

Su Changqing turned and left, with a trace of memory in his eyes, he sighed softly: "Forget it, whatever you think, you will leave after tomorrow, I can't let your brother go."

"He has entered the eighteenth floor of the prison, and he cannot be rescued easily."

Hearing this, Jiang Xingxing couldn't help but startled, suddenly frowned, and said coldly: "You said that you are my uncle's apprentice, and you spend money all over the sky, why don't you use it today?"

"My uncle is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, Five Elements Eight Trigrams technique, and his reputation resounds throughout the Martial Forest. He is from the same sect as Martial Saint. Although little is known about this, it doesn't mean that you, Jin Yiwei, don't know about it."

"Spraying money all over the sky?" Su Changqing laughed out loud.

"The teacher did not teach me this method, but passed it on to my senior sister, but I have practiced all of the Five Elements Eight Trigrams, the Qimen Dunjia technique."

"You still have a senior sister?" Jiang Xingxing couldn't help being shocked.

Saying this said, it means that she has some faith in Su Changqing's words.

Those with stars in their names are all silly and sweet, and the ancients never deceived me.

"As soon as I entered the Yunlong Seven Mountains, watched the Seven Ring Mountains, and was born from the water, I knew there must be a big tomb here, but I didn't expect that it was the tomb of my uncle..."

Su Changqing looked at Jiang Xingxing with deep eyes and said.

Jiang Xingxing suddenly couldn't sit still, and looked at Su Changqing, shocked in his heart.

Martial Saint's death is a top secret in the Martial Forest, no one knows, after all, he is in his prime, who can kill a Martial Saint and absorb all of its Cultivation Base.

This person was in Yunlong Mountain that day, and he was able to kill her and Jiang Han, but he stayed alone.

After all, the other five village owners are all dead.

Su Changqing pretended not to see it, and turned to look out the window. The night was coming, and the sky was like an orchid.

His eyes were deep, and he didn't look at Jiang Xingxing, but calmly said:

"Leave when you are tonight. I will deal with Jiang Han's matter. If you can't save it, don't blame me."

"Uncle Master has never accepted an apprentice in his life, and after his death, with you as his successor, he can be regarded as having a descendant."

"My master, Mr. Wuhen, once said that when a flower is buried without a trace, the fragrance will be left behind."

"You and I don't need to see each other in the future, Zishi must leave, otherwise I will recover from my injuries in a few days, and I will not be able to explain how you escaped."

Su Changqing pointed out, opened Jiang Xingxing's acupuncture points, turned his back to her, and stepped out the door.

Jiang Xingxing's eyes were slightly cold, if she made a move at this moment, the poisonous needle pierced Su Changqing's chest, it would be easy, within fifty breaths, he could be sent to the west.

However, she did not make a move, but sat on the bed, frowning slightly.

There is no trace of the buried flowers, and the fragrance is left in the air.

This sentence came from Master, Su Changqing has no reason to know, I'm afraid only Mr. Wuhen told him.

"Wait, who is your senior sister?"

Jiang Xingxing took a deep breath and stopped Su Changqing.

"Xuan Zi No. 1, Shangguan Haitang." Su Changqing said calmly.

Turning around to go out, there is no half nostalgia, only Jiang Xingxing is stunned in place.

"It's true, Shangguan Haitang is my senior sister? He is my senior brother? No wonder you have to kill me."

Su Changqing stood under the big banyan tree, silent.

He had already planned everything for this matter, and he had expected it long ago.

This Wuhen son has a great reputation.

He knows astronomy, geography, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, cooks tea and enjoys flowers, Five Elements Eight Trigrams, Qimen Dunjia,

He even knows everything about ordinary farmland water conservancy, economic strategy, etc., and is proficient in everything.

The point is not martial arts, but that he has long since disappeared.

The burial flower Martial Saint is dead, Su Changqing has reason to suspect that Mr. Wuhen has also been sucked dry by the gods.

After all, Shangguan Haitang of the church is the god of the church.

There is no trace of the buried flowers, and the fragrance is left in the air.

Why leave a dark fragrance in the air? They have all passed away, and the dark fragrance remains, but the two young masters are no match for Shi Wushuang.

His rise time is too short, even if Mr. Wuhen is alive, it will be a dragon that never sees its end.

Who can find it? At that time, just explain, be taught the art of Qimen Dunjia, Five Elements Eight Trigrams.

Where can Shangguan Haitang seek evidence?

Even if she has eight orifices in her heart, she can't react, let alone Jiang Xingxing, a god assist.

In the previous world's No. 1 script, even if Haitang died, Mr. Wuhen never stepped forward.

This is why Su Changqing dared to do it.

Jiang Xingxing's Dage was firmly held to death by him. Even if Jiang Xingxing escaped today, he would come back in the future.

From the side to Shangguan Haitang, to prove the identity of this junior, so that there is no doubt about him.

This cheap junior brother, he is sure!

Burial flowers Martial Saint's slough, burial flowers three swords, snow floats in the world, dominates the world, Ah Bidao three swords, grab it!

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Su Changqing sat in the Lotus Position under the big banyan tree, practicing Vajra's indestructible power, without sleep all day.

His Saber Technique has entered the second sword of Ba Dao, and he is ruthlessly slashed.

The third knife is Jue Shen Slash, but it's a pity that I haven't started it yet.

In the quiet of the night, a figure in red, with delicate features and long straight legs, quietly stepped out the door. It was Jiang Xingxing.

She looked at Su Changqing under the big banyan tree, her eyes were slightly cold, and a trace of killing intent was concentrated in her eyes.

In the end, for some reason, she didn't make a move, leaning her crystal jade hands against the wall, her eyes filled with tears, like the moon in the Guanghan Palace, cold and lonely, as sad as a flower.

"My master's tomb left a message. Only Xuepiao can get his slough."

"This person is so vicious, how could my uncle accept him? Shangguan Haitang was sent into the sect of Mr. Wuhen by Lord Tiedan. I have indeed heard about it."

"Forget it, I'll tell you to live for a few more days, and I'll take your dog's life after I investigate clearly!"

She walked lightly, as if she was afraid of disturbing Su Changqing, her eyes were fixed on Su Changqing.

But Su Changqing took off Jin Yiwei's flying fish suit.

She was dressed in white clothes full of snow, spotless, with a frost and snow knife in front of her, like ice crystals, lying on her knees.

He closed his eyes and focused his attention, his five energies were in full swing, his demeanor was handsome, his spirit was as rich as jade, and he was bathed in the moonlight, shining brilliantly. The figure is not a bit dark.

"After taking off this dog skin, the person is quite handsome. If you deceive me, I will order this knife! I will definitely use it to cut off your head!"

Jiang Xingxing's eyes narrowed slightly, he hummed softly, and said to himself.

She didn't know why, but suddenly there was a trace of joy for no reason.

Perhaps it was because Su Changqing really did nothing wrong, sitting under the big banyan tree.

She walked outside the gate of Qianhu compound, turned her head again, looked at Su Changqing's face, her eyes were slightly condensed.

"You are a beautiful woman, but why are you a thief?"

"My girl is gone! Humph."

Jiang Xingxing recited a little poem, feeling good about herself, proud of herself, and turned to leave.

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"If I'm a thief, then who are you?" Su Changqing opened his eyes, stared at the door, and shook his head slightly.

Jiang Han and Jiang Xingxing are really two extremes.

A person who is extremely clever, and in a desperate situation, can still plan.

One with a big chest and no brains, scolding himself.

I really don't know who their parents are.

"If Jiang Han dies, it will affect me, but I can't fool him." Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself.

"Only if Jiang Xingxing cheats, Shangguan Haitang, and Jiang Han won't become suspicious, and I will take everything away."

Suddenly, Su Changqing remembered something, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Maybe it's Jiang Xingxing's innocence, the scene of Xiaoxiao reciting poems.

Some people take a long time to smile, but they are better than countless scenery in the world.

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