The boy intentionally lags behind Wang Lun for seven or eight meters, and then sent a message to Elder Zhao: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, you mentioned before that when this man found out Wu Zheng's problem, he quickly grasped the position of the formation monk through some means. Does this mean that this man secretly grasped a force?"

"It's impossible," Elder Zhao looked at Wang Lun in front of him, and also sent a message to the secret, and communicated secretly with the other party. "Before Wang Lun joined the Ling Sect, the sect leader used people to check Wang Lun's background. This person is a simple casual cultivator and has no power behind him. At most, he was close to the Forbidden Sword General before, but he did not join the Forbidden Sect."

"Then will this person leak the news to the Forbidden Sword General?" the boy asked again.

"Does Fellow Daoist Ma really dislike him?" Elder Zhao was helpless. "Fellow Daoist really doesn't have to target him deliberately in convoy transportation. The mission is very important and cannot be missed. Internal fighting is not possible."

"Hehe, I really can't stand this person. It would be fine if the convoy was smooth all the way. If someone robbed the road on the way, it would be the news leaked by this person."

The boy snorted coldly.

Elder Zhao had no choice but to remind: "No evidence, don't doubt it."

As for the boy looking down on Wang Lun, there are still many cultivators like this in the Ling Sect. If it were normal, these people might deliberately disgust or even punish Wang Lun. But this time, the task of secretly transporting the Iron Iron is very important. The boy knows what can be done and what can't be done.

"Okay, I listen to Fellow Daoist Zhao, but I will keep my guard along the way. I am still not as relieved as a former casual cultivator." The boy said this.

Elder Zhao did not express his opinion.

The three of them left the chamber of commerce, and the boy was waiting on the street. After Wang Lun and Elder Zhao got on the carriage, they drove dozens of meters before they followed slowly.

The journey was smoothly left from the north gate of Mengze City. Without the monks from Wanjianmen, the three of them arrived on the remote road and turned into the mountains and forests. After a while, a flying boat soared into the sky.

...

Qinglan Sword Refining Villa, like Wanjianmen, is in Yunzhou.

As a sword village managed by Wanjianmen, Qinglan Jianzhuang is like the Mengze City Chamber of Commerce, responsible for providing Wanjianmen with spirit stones, gold and silver.

Although Qinglan Jianzhuang is among all the sword villages controlled by Wanjianmen,

The level is not in the top ten, but the scale is not small. The main business is to refine low-quality and medium-quality flying swords, and take orders from the outside world, such as accepting orders from individual customers, and be responsible for designing or transforming flying swords for individual customers.

Fang Xiao has been in charge of this sword village for many years, and his prestige has long been deeply embedded in the hearts of every member of the sword village. Here, he is a role similar to an emperor. Now, except for refining some high-level flying swords, he no longer spends most of his time in front of the sword furnace every day.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, hasn't the headquarters still let go?"

Fang Xiao asked Lu Ming in his own residence.

Time is at your own discretion, and Fang Xiao can leave Jianzhuang in broad daylight and go out to gamble.

He looks gentle and elegant, not like a sword master, but like a literati, and he doesn't even have anything to do with gamblers.

Today I called Lu Ming over, and the two old friends drank, and passed the time to relax and relax while practicing.

Of course, he felt that there was another way to relax himself more. Unfortunately, he was not well-off and owed a lot of debts, so he couldn't go out and relax.

After chatting, he asked Lu Ming the question he cared about the most. After all, he knew very well that the reason why Lu Ming came to him for a temporary residence was because the sect leader ordered Lu Ming to dismiss the position of elder and let Lu Ming leave the Ling Sect automatically.

It is equivalent to Lu Ming being removed from the sect leader.

Of course, Lu Ming also told him that it was not that he was actually expelled, not like the sect expelled from his sect, but because Lu Ming caused the Wanjian Sect to lose face. The Wanjian Sect could no longer let Lu Ming stay in the Ling Sect and serve as an elder, otherwise he would be laughed at by more people and then dealt with this.

Recently, Lu Ming has been busy practicing in Jianlian Villa, so he did not ask about this situation. He specifically said it and asked.

Lu Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How can you be so quick and you will be able to be flawed and aimless!"

"Fellow Daoist Lu means that after Wang Lu is killed, the matter will be completely calmed down before the sect will consider letting Fellow Daoist Lu return?"

To be honest, Fang Xiao still sympathizes with the old friend’s experience and feels of being sympathetic.

"It must be like this," Lu Ming said, "I was removed from the Wanjian Sect because of Wang Lun. There is only one solution. Wang Lun was killed by the sect and I can go back."

"Oh." Fang Xiao sighed, and he was a little reluctant to speak but stopped.

Lu Ming saw it and smiled bitterly: "Fellow Daoist Fang wants to remind me not to have any hope for reality, right?"

Fang Xiao had no choice but to nod. He had experienced similar experiences, and he knew that being able to return to Wanjian Sect and being reused are completely different things.

Lu Ming also sighed: "No need to remind me of fellow Taoists, I know that even if Wang Lun dies and I am recalled again, how can I have the chance to become an elder again? Being able to give me a free position and send me to a corner without seeing or being upset is the best treatment for me by the sect."

"It turns out that Fellow Daoist Lu is also as heart-warming as a mirror." Fang Xiao said.

"If you can't figure it out, you'll be in vain for half of your life," Lu Ming took a big sip of strong wine. The wine stimulated his throat, his voice was a little hoarse, and his expression was a little hoarse, and he seemed unwilling to accept it. "There are many people in the sect who blame me. Even if I'm recalled, I will be excluded. It's impossible to enjoy anything anymore. Otherwise, I've been expelled from the sect for two months. What does it mean to only issue me with the most basic cultivation resources? Haha, that's really gone one tenth of the previous treatment. It's clear that I want to take care of myself."

Fang Xiaoshen agreed: "To put it bluntly, the treatment of less than one-tenth is to tie up fellow Daoist Lu. When you need to do business, you will definitely think of fellow Daoist Lu on your own initiative."

He continued, "I'm the same. I nailed me to this sword refining villa, and I'm going to make a sword refining. I guess I'll have to do this for the rest of my life. I only work and get the most basic reward."

Lu Ming did not point out the difference between him and Fang Xiao. Fang Xiao owed the sect, and the sect asked Fang Xiao to pay it back year after year, but at least Fang Xiao was not removed and could still cover the sky in Qinglan Sword Refining Villa.

However, Fang Xiao is indeed the same as him, and his future is definitely gone. Fang Xiao pays off his debts and cannot be reused. The sect will only continue to use Fang Xiao's value without giving corresponding respect.

So is he, and his future will definitely be gone.

Same illness and compassion.

Thinking of this, he picked up the wine pot and poured it into the wine glass, and poured the strong wine in the glass hard.
Chapter completed!