Mortal Bones

Lu Sibai snorted coldly when he heard this and said:

"Dugu Qingxiao, my qualification for the Zhenwu Jiangui Tournament was personally gifted by Jiufu. You must not spit on others with your blood."

The implication is that if he is really one of the thirteen arsonists, there is no way he will be invited by Jiufu.

Dugu Qingxiao said expressionlessly:

"How can I kill you if I don't invite you?"

Hearing this, Lu Sibai was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, a group of people from the Nine Prefectures came over in a hurry.

The leader of the team was none other than Huang Que from Jiufu.

"Brother Lu, Brother Dugu, if you have anything to do, you can go to Jiufu to discuss it carefully. There is no need to fight and kill on the street."

Huang Que stepped forward to persuade.

Lu Sibai waved his hand and said:

"Brother Huangque, no need."

Lu Sibai glanced at Dugu Qingxiao again, then raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"Brother Dugu, we can only wait until the True Martial Swordsman Competition for this question of swordsmanship."

With that said, he led Liu Changtian and a group of Wangyou Valley disciples and walked swaggeringly past Huang Que and the others.

Seeing this, Zhao Linglong was furious and said:

"Second Senior Brother, if I had known this, you might as well have let me chop up Liu Changtian first."

Dugu Qingxiao smiled helplessly at Zhao Linglong and said:

"Linglong, until we find peace, we still have to rely on Jiufu. We can't cause trouble on their territory right now."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Linglong was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened and she asked in a low voice:

"Second Senior Brother, is there any news about Junior Brother?"

Dugu Qingxiao nodded calmly and said:

"I just got some clues. I have to go to Jiufu to confirm."

Hearing this, Zhao Linglong nodded repeatedly and said:

"Okay, okay, okay, senior brother, go ahead!"

At this time, Huang Que standing on the street called Dugu Qingxiao again:

"Brother Dugu, for today's matter, please come with me to Jiufu!"

Dugu Qingxiao ignored Huangque, but solemnly reminded Zhao Linglong:

"No more trouble until I come back."

Zhao Linglong said a little aggrieved:

"Second Senior Brother, I am not a child!"

Dugu Qingxiao smiled and patted Zhao Linglong's head and said:

"In the eyes of Second Senior Brother, you are just like a child, just like Junior Brother."

With that said, he walked quickly towards Huang Que under Zhao Linglong's very dissatisfied gaze.

After Zhao Linglong watched the two of them leave, she no longer had the intention to stay in the teahouse to drink tea, so she turned around and shouted behind her: "Eighth Junior Brother, you take the others back to the inn, I can do whatever I want in this town. Take a walk.”

The eighth junior brother Zhao Linglong refers to is naturally Wu Liang, a disciple of Qifeng.

When Wu Liang heard this, he immediately felt confused:

"Seventh Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother wants us to go back to the inn together, you..."

Before Wu Liang could finish his words, Zhao Linglong rolled her eyes at him and said:

"Baby, when did you stop listening to me?"

After feeling the anger radiating from Zhao Linglong, Wu Liang, the eighth child, immediately shrank his head and said:

"Then, Senior Sister Seven, you have to go back to the inn quickly."

"Although there are guards from the Jiufu everywhere in Liuxian Town, there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in the town right now..."

This time, before Wu Liang could finish his speech, Zhao Linglong waved her hands impatiently and said:

"I know, I know, I will definitely return to the inn before dark!"

As if she didn't want to listen to Wu Liang's nonsense anymore, after Zhao Linglong said this, she stepped on the flying sword and turned into a stream of light and flew out.

In just a blink of an eye, she appeared at the end of the street.

Although the Jiufu had explicitly banned monks from wielding swords in the town, they could not detect Zhao Linglong's short-lived display of the skill of flying with swords.

"Crack."

Zhao Linglong jumped down from the flying sword, found a small alley, and walked straight over.

As she walked forward aimlessly, she murmured:

"It's finally cleaner."

The reason why Zhao Linglong didn't go back to the inn was not because she had anything else to do, she just wanted to be alone for a while.

As she spoke, she reached out and took out a small jar of wine from her sleeve, tore open the seal and took a sip.

"call……"

After drinking a large gulp of strong wine, Zhao Linglong took a long breath, and then said with a somewhat depressed expression:

"I hope the second senior brother can really find out the news about the younger junior brother this time, alas..."

For more than fifty years, Qingxuan has been looking for traces of Xu Taiping, but every time he returns without success.

Precisely because of this, Zhao Linglong actually did not put much hope in the information from the Nine Prefectures.

Zhao Linglong, who was walking in the alley with a wine jar, suddenly looked up at the sky and murmured:

"Junior brother, I'm afraid you don't know yet."

"During your absence, many major events have happened in Zhenwutian's practice world."

"These things are both good and bad."

"Okay, for example, as the Zhenwutian barrier gradually disappears, some secret realms that were originally hidden by the barrier have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain in the fairy mansions of all parties."

"Among them, the Yunlu Fairyland where our Qingxuan Sect is located and the Xianxia Immortal Mansion where Xiaoyao Sect is located have the most secret realms."

"It is precisely because of this that our Qingxuan Sect has grown stronger and stronger in these years."

"In terms of the combat power of high-level monks alone, we are already as good as Xiaoyao Sect and Chunyang Sword Sect."

"My father, my second senior brother, and I all know it very well."

"Without the martial fortune you earned for Qingxuan Sect when you were in Youyuntian, our Qingxuan Sect's strength would never have grown so rapidly."

"But obviously this is all because of you."

"Obviously our Qingxuan Sect has the ability to protect you, but you are no longer here..."

After searching for so many years, no trace of Xu Taiping was found.

In fact, many Qingxuan Sect disciples, including Zhao Linglong, had already concluded in their hearts that Xu Taiping had died in the hands of Evil Lord Qing Tong.

The reason why I still keep searching.

Just because of unwillingness and debt to Xu Taiping.

"Guru-gum-gum-gum..."

Zhao Linglong picked up the wine jar and drank most of the remaining wine in one gulp.

Then she wiped her mouth hard and said angrily:

"Evil Lord Qing Tong, one day our Qingxuan Sect will make you pay for my little junior brother's life!"

At this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from behind her.

Zhao Linglong clenched the hilt of the sword at her waist with a vigilant expression, then turned her head to look.

At the entrance of the alley, an old man with white beard and hair was walking quickly towards the alley, carrying a stone tablet wrapped in black cloth.

After taking a serious look at the old man, Zhao Linglong let go of the hand holding the sword hilt.

Just a little old man with a strange appearance.

So Zhao Linglong turned around and took out another jar of wine from her sleeve, preparing to drink the small jar of wine before returning to the inn.

But just when Zhao Linglong was about to tear open the wine seal, the jar of wine in her hand suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

In an instant, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhao Linglong's back.

"Zheng!..."

Without any hesitation, Zhao Linglong suddenly unsheathed her sword.

At the same time, the fairy silk originally wrapped around her waist flew around her.

But just as Zhao Linglong was about to draw her sword in the direction of the old man behind her, the tired voice of an old man sounded in her ears——

"Little girl, I don't mean any harm."

If he only said these words, the sword in Zhao Linglong's hand might still be thrust out.

Until her ears heard the old man's next words——

"Xu Taiping asked me to come find you."

At the same time as these words were spoken, the old man's figure appeared beside Zhao Linglong, and he slammed the stone tablet he was carrying behind him into the ground with a bang.

Then, I heard him let out a long breath, and then continued:

"This dragon-slaying monument will be the key to whether your junior brother Xu Taiping can return to this world!"