The chanting of the scriptures slowly faded like the dust and smoke that had dissipated.

Xinlu's fingers twisted the Buddha's head of the rosary.

Qin Juexiang said leisurely: "Recite the sutra and twist a bead, you have already twisted the twelfth one."

Xinlu raised her eyelids slightly, and two clear cold lights flashed in her eyes: "You have been looking at me."

Qin Juexiang did not speak, lowered his head, and used iron chopsticks to twirl the yellow paper in the copper basin with one hand. The breeze rolled Mars into the air, flying like fine gold threads.

Xinlu stood up and walked out, and Qin Juexiang stopped him and said, "Wait!" Xinlu didn't move, and turned his head slightly: "What's the matter?" Qin Juexiang said, "Sister Xinlu, I have something to say to you." Xinlu turned his face coldly: "Young Master Qin, you have something to say or not. You can think about it yourself. It's not too late to say it clearly."

Qin Juexiang's face was slightly stiff, and his smile was filled with hesitation and expectation: "Sister Xinlu, have you felt it?"

Xin Lu remained silent.

The paper is burning, and two black figures are drawn outside the spiritual shed in the warm yellow, connected to the dark night, swaying like candlelight on the table.

Qin Juexiang walked slowly and murmured: "A person who practices martial arts has cultivated his internal skills to a high level, has a spiritual body, and has a much sharper intuition. No wonder some people say that they can enter the Tao with martial arts, know the destiny of heaven, and conquer life and death. I have not put in good work on martial arts, nor do I know what the future ahead, but I know one thing very well," he said, and his eyes returned to Xin Lu: "That is, in this upcoming battle of revenge, my chances of death are much higher than the chance of survival. So I have to say something in my heart. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid there would be no such chance in the future."

Xin Lu said: "The Hengshan School is committed to studying Buddhism, practicing pure hearts and practice, and ignoring grievances in the world. I am afraid I can't help you in this matter."

Qin Juexiang took the lead: "Sister Xinlu, you know that what I want to say is not this..."

Xin Lu said, "It's late at night, I'm going to rest." As he said, he walked out of the spirit shed, Qin Juexiang caught up with him: "You don't even want to give me a chance to speak?"

Xinlu didn't answer, and she flew away with the wind.

The fire quickly dimmed, and the warm yellow in the spirit shed faded, as if it was invaded by the night. Qin Juexiang was alone guarding a basin of cold gray paper, dazed in a daze.

"I swear to sweep away the Huns without any care, and five thousand sable brocades are ruined by Hu Chen. I feel pitiful to the bones by Wuding River, but I am still a man in the deep boudoir dream."

The poems and the night wind come, and the chanter's voice is a little dull, with a peaceful and painful feeling.

Qin Juexiang looked around and saw a man standing under the moon, looking at the stars with his hands behind his back. He was tall and swaying with beards, with white beards in black. It was Chen Shengyi, Chang Sihao was beside him, leaning against a escort car, with his left leg beard spokes, his right foot pedal ground, his arms were hugged in front of his chest, his eyes were hung down without saying a word.

Qin Juexiang said angrily: "Big Bearded Man! It's not your turn to be entertained!"

Chen Sheng smiled faintly: "Where is the young master saying? Who dares to spend it with you?"

Qin Juexiang snorted coldly: "Do you think I am a three-year-old child and can't hear you? Let me ask you, who is Wuding Riverside Gu talking about?"

Chen Sheng said: "I didn't hint that who is the bones of Wuding River, I'm afraid some people have long regarded themselves as it." Qin Juexiang was shocked and his face changed slightly. Chang Sihao said: "Juexiang, you are actually very clear about the outcome, so why bother to act irritably?" Qin Juexiang frowned slightly: "Brother Chang, even you say so!"

Chang Sihao smiled: "I am not in the martial arts world, and I don't know the people and things in it. The Juhao Pavilion you are talking about is just a vague impression in my heart, but after the Qin Mansion, I have already had a preliminary understanding of them. Even if I am not impulsive, reckless, and act in a planned manner, I am afraid that our chances of winning will not be almost complete. What you and the head of Xinlu just now revealed a real idea, but in your heart, you have known this final outcome for a long time."

Qin Juexiang lowered his head, his body was tense, his eyes were complicated and his emotions were constantly changing. Chang Sihao continued, "I can roughly guess what you want to say to Xinlu..." Qin Juexiang raised his head and looked at him with a strange expression. Chang Sihao smiled: "You don't have to be nervous. In fact, when I saw you heard the concern that Master Shen said that Xinlu was going to do food and cut his flesh to save the people, I guessed one or two. Not only me, but based on the eyes you usually look at her, I am afraid that anyone with discerning eyes inside and outside the yard can also see it."

Qin Juexiang's humble expression suddenly turned cold, he snorted, and then laughed a few times, then laughed, his embarrassment faded: "Yes, so what if she is a nun? So what if she is ten years older than me? Whoever likes says and thinks whatever she likes! I live in the world, just to be happy and happy. No one cares about who I like!"

"Okay, okay! Hahaha," Chang Sihao's laughter made many praises, and walked slowly and gently approached, patted his shoulder: "Good brother, daring to love, hate, and daring to do, is the true nature of a man. Nuns are also human beings, and they also have seven emotions and six desires, and love, hate, and love, why can't people like it? No one wants to care about you, and no one has the right to care about you, you can rest assured of this."

Chen Sheng looked surprised when he heard this, as if he couldn't believe that this could be said by Chang Sihao.

Qin Juexiang was very pleased and said with a smile: "Brother Chang, do you know my feelings? In fact, if Sister Xin Lu hadn't been blocking my words everywhere just now, I'd already told her."

"Since she knows, it's better not to break this layer of paper," Chang Sihao walked into the spirit shed, squatted down, and continued some paper into the copper basin, then continued: "Jueixiang, you have the will of death for the battle of Juhao Pavilion. Tell her that no matter how others think, you always have a lot of concern in your heart. If you buried your bones in Jiangnan, wouldn't you really become her dreamer?"

Qin Juexiang was stunned when he heard this: "What...what should I do?"

Chang Sihao smiled: "It's actually easy. If you want to have a future with her that you can expect, you must save your life."

Qin Juexiang's eyes flashed, and he knew his intentions. He shouted: "No! Grandpa and uncle died because of them. If you don't take this revenge, I will be useless!"

Chen Shengyi said with a stern face: "You are wrong. Xiaohao's meaning is not to not fight, but to win!"

"Vict?" Qin Juexiang couldn't help but be stunned. The combat power of Juhao Pavilion was no less than that of a country's army. Although everyone knows that they have expanded too much and are difficult to settle, who dares to launch a rebellion in his cabinet over the past few years? After the gang organization became bigger, it's easy to say anything else, but it's especially difficult to manage personnel. People in the martial arts world are unpredictable, and those who are a little unsightly were eliminated long ago. The rest are all slick and old fried dough sticks, and they are all slick and old. No matter how intrigues are secretly, it is difficult to maintain a stable situation on the surface. Although they scold them for being a tower of sand and a mob, the heroes and heroes along the Yangtze River who can do what they can do, which one is Yi and? Their surrender to Changsun Xiaochi does not mean that they can't do it, but Changsun Xiaochi is even more capable!

After the Qin family changed from light to dark, although they had accumulated strong financial resources, their influence in the world was no longer as good as before. Now, Qin Langchuan, Qin Yi, Qibeishan, Wen Zhengyin, Yan Ruzhi and others also passed away. The rest of them gathered together and could barely deal with the five remaining masters and heroes in Juhao Pavilion. As for the Three Lords and Four Emperors, they could not even think about it. Who can defeat Mingcheng Lord Chen Lu? Shaking Changsun Xiaochi is even more terrifying.

Chang Sihao said: "With the power of the Qin family now, it is impossible to defeat them. And judging from the current situation, it is probably not until we gather people to attack them, but they will take the lead. However, there is a saying that strong dragons do not suppress local snakes. The Qin family has a good location and a harmonious relationship, so it is easy to deal with the roundabout way. If they gather all the troops to fight a tough battle, it will hit the head of the Changsun Pavilion. He was worried that he could not fight them all in one go. Wouldn't this be the sheep enter the tiger's mouth?"

Qin Juexiang thought for a long time and nodded, "Brother, what do you think you should do?"

"Two words: Don't be anxious." Chang Sihao stood up and smiled: "Juexiang, as long as you cheer up, endure the momentum, work hard to expand your territory, cultivate good players, and unite all the forces that can be united. In less than a few years, you will naturally have the strength to compete with Juhao Pavilion." Qin Juxiang frowned and said: "This method is safe, but it is too slow! Brother, I have planned it. When I go back, I will send a letter to contact the Hundred Swords Alliance. The leader of the Alliance Zheng has a close relationship with my grandfather and will definitely not ignore it. There are many experts in his alliance. If we can go out, it will be not difficult for us to join forces to deal with Juhao Pavilion."

Chen Sheng shook his head and sighed, "Young Master, based on your words, you will know that you are just a child. The world is always the most realistic and cruel. There is only eternal interests and no eternal friendship. There is a folk proverb that saves the urgent but not the poor, which is what it means. Nowadays, the Qin family, to put it badly, is it enough to be perfunctory. Can you confront Juhao Pavilion head-on for us?"

Qin Juexiang's eyebrows stood up a few times, and finally suppressed his anger. It is an indisputable fact that any sect in the world, if someone touched the base camp, it would be a bankrupt, a banner, and a fall in the world, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was poor.

Chang Sihao said: "Brother Chen is right. He has to rely on himself for everything. He puts his hope on others. Once something goes wrong, he will be stunned."

Qin Juexiang looked around and looked at them for a while, and laughed and said, "I have been wandering around for a long time, so I would advise me not to act rashly. Okay, brother, I understand your thoughts."
Chapter completed!