Xue Meng stood there and was stunned for a while before she suddenly felt the excitement and said furiously to Mei Hanxue, "Dog thing, who do you think is stupid?"

Xue Zhengyong pulled him: "Meng'er!"

"This person said I was stupid!"

"Okay, OK, you heard it wrong, Hanxue obviously said nothing."

"That's because he lowered his voice in my ear!!"

There is noisy here, and Jiang Xi is counting the wounded and checking the situation. The result of the inspection is that Jiang Xi asked everyone to repair the wounds in the same place for a moment, healing the wounds and meditating the meditations. There is no way, the most fierce combat power has been consumed a lot, just like the bow has not been fully pulled and the arrow has been blunt. If there is another surprise change, I am afraid that I will not be able to deal with it.

After giving these instructions, Jiang Xi walked to Nangong Si: "Nangong, I have something to ask you."

"President Jiang, please speak."

Jiang Xi didn't say anything, but looked at Ye Wangxi first.

Nangong Si said: "She doesn't need to avoid it."

"It's better to avoid it." Jiang Xi said, his eyes drooping, and stopped at the mouth of Nangong Si's heart, which was the location of Nangong Si's spirit core.

After Ye Wangxi left, Jiang Xi sat down next to Nangong Si.

"What should you do with your spirit core? I plan to hide it from you?"

Nangong Si's eyes dimmed: "I don't know how to tell her yet."

"Are you afraid that she will dislike you because of this? Actually, you are thinking too much, Miss Ye is not--"

"No." Nangong Si interrupted Jiang Xi's words, "I'm not afraid that she will dislike me. I'm just afraid that she will be sad."

"..." Jiang Xi was silent for a while, as if she was stabbed by the inexplicable arrogance in Nangong Si's bones. He sneered, "You are really confident."

"Master Jiang's words are wrong. I am not confident, I believe in her."

When Jiang Xi heard his tone was quite strong, he said lightly: "You are now in the Pingyang, but you are still talking to me in this tone. Are you not afraid that I will cause trouble for you in the future?"

"You won't."

Jiang Xi paused: "Is this trusting me?"

"Along the way, I also knew what kind of person the leader Jiang was." Nangong Si said, "so I thought I would say those words to you when my life was cut off."

"..." Jiang Xi kept staring at Nangong Si until he mentioned this, and he turned his eyes away, "You are still alive now, are you still counting those words?"

"Make a number." Nangong Si said, "I will tell everyone when I defeat Xu Shuanglin."

Jiang Xi stopped talking. After a while, he said, "Nangong Si, I'm sorry that I can't see the Rufeng Sect spreading in your hands, otherwise, it would be a rival who can compete with each other."

Nangong Si answered calmly, but he also had his pride: "The head of the sect is still wrong. I have the honor to learn the best things in the Confucian style sect."

Jiang Xi rarely doesn’t refute others, rarely does he sarcastically, and rarely does he admire or agree with others. But this time he remained silent for a long time and did not try to deny Nangong Si’s words. Finally, he said: “I won’t talk about this anymore, I’ll ask you something more important.”

"...I know what the leader is asking." Nangong Si stroked the aureo platinum lying in the arrow bag. The demon wolf was injured, and the fur was rubbed on his forehead, and blood was still seeping. "But why Jiaoshan suddenly lost control and violated the wishes of Taizong, this is not what I know. I also think it is impossible."

Jiang Xi said: "There is no clue? Think about it again, is there any secrets about the Rufeng Sect? It is about this mountain?"

Nangong Si shook his head and said, "No. The Nangong family has known for generations that this Jiaoshan obeys the orders of the family's descendants, but the first one must be the ancestor Changying."

"Absolutely no one else?"

"Absolutely, there is no. The first master recognized by the Dragon's soul is Taizhu, and it will never change."

Jiang Xi's eyes were unstable, and his face became more and more resentful because he was in a deadlock: "How did Xu Shuanglin do it?"

"I can't understand either." Nangong Si paused suddenly. Jiang Xi thought he had thought something, so she turned her head to look at him, but found that he was staring straight at a person in the distance. Following his eyes, Jiang Xi saw Nangong Liu eating with oranges.

Nangong Si has been trying not to see his father who was made into chess pieces, but when he touched this glance, his expression immediately became extremely painful. Jiang Xi was actually from Xu Shuanglin and Xue Zhengyong, who was just as old as the older person. It was just because of the different mental methods of practicing, so he still looked young and handsome. But this had nothing to do with his mentality. His mentality was actually not as beautiful as the prime of his life. He looked at Nangong Si and felt unbearable for a moment. He said, "Stop looking."

“…”

"Stop watching."

Nangong Si seemed to have spent all his remaining strength before tearing his eyes away from his father. When he dropped his eyes, his shoulders seemed to tremble slightly. Finally, he buried his face in his palm, but could not hide the choking in his voice.

He murmured hoarsely, trying to stagger the topic: "I can't understand how Xu Shuanglin did it, that's the magic dragon tamed by the top leader..."

But the shoulders are trembling more and more violently.

Jiang Xi was stiff and his face was always dull, but he finally reached out and patted Nangong Si on the shoulder. He seemed to want to comfort Nangong Si, but he never comforted anyone. In the end, he just said dryly: "It doesn't matter, everyone has their own destiny. Although you and your father have had this situation today, there is still a father-son fight. Look at me, in my destiny, there is no child. Think about it."

After saying that, Nangong Si ignored him. He felt it was dry and it seemed worse than not saying it.

Jiang Xi stood up and felt a little embarrassed: "I'll go to another place to take a look. You can rest for a while, and it's time to continue moving forward in a while."

“…”

"By the way, where is the front?"

Nangong Si said in a muffled voice: "Dragon Soul Pool."

"What are you doing?"

"That is the blood pool that sacrifices the spirit of the evil dragon." Nangong Sidao, "The dragon's soul sleeps in the pool, and every year the people of the Rufeng Sect worship it."

Jiang Xi frowned a little when he heard this, and finally he said, "I hope there will be no more problems there."

Everyone rested in the front hall for half an hour. The wounded and those who had excessive spiritual power were gradually recovered with the help of the healing monks.

Jiang Xi looked at the "good" and "evil" made by Xu Shuanglin on both sides. The two extremes were extremes, and her eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

What does Xu Shuanglin use to do this kind of thing with no combat power? Is it beautiful?

It seems that Nangong Liu, who was made into chess pieces, said his Majesty to him. It seems that Xu Shuanglin regarded himself as an emperor and used these Zhenlong puppets, which were divided into black, white, good and evil, as his subjects?

He walked all the way and finally came to Nangong Liu, who was sitting on his own bamboo basket, slowly peeling the oranges.

Jiang Xi paused for a moment, suddenly leaned over, and asked what he had asked before: "Can you take us to His Majesty?"

Nangong Liu still had the same answer as before: "Your Majesty has something to do, how can you meet at will?"

"..." Jiang Xi said unhappy with her sleeves, "It's useless at all. The waste pussy is a waste pussy. Whether it's alive or made into a pawn, it's a waste pussy."

Nangong Liu was scolded by him, shrank his neck miserably, and hugged his orange vine basket with a very cowardly look. After a while, he actually started to cry: "Why are you so fierce? I'm useless but useless. I'm just a waste pustule, so what can you do if you're fierce?"

His crying loudly attracted everyone around him to look at him.

Chu Wanning was almost meditating at this time. He frowned: "This Nangong Liu is so strange."

Mo Ran asked: "What?"

"I can't say it." Chu Wanning said, "I feel that this person is Nangong Liu, but it's just a very wrong thing. It seems that it is not the Nangong Liu I know."

Mo Ran stared at the other side, Jiang Xi stared at Nangong Liu with a pale complexion, while Nangong Liu was sobbing, and from time to time he even rubbed his eyes with both hands in grievance.

"..." Mo Ran looked at his actions and felt something was wrong. It was indescribable. It seemed that he saw a child with a middle-aged man's head, which made people feel goose bumps. Suddenly, Mo Ran was stunned for a moment and murmured, "Child..."

"What?"

Mo Ran suddenly turned his head and asked, "Master, do you think he looks like a child like this?" He said and looked at Nangong Liu for a while. Seeing that Nangong Liu actually started blowing his nose with his sleeves, he said, "...I'm still a child who is only five or six years old."

After he said this, Chu Wanning looked at it again, and it was indeed the case.

Although Nangong Liu is still in his forties, he reveals this kind of stupidity and childishness in every move.

Chu Wanning murmured: "Did Xu Shuanglin do something to him so that his spiritual memory can only be preserved until he is five or six years old?"

Mo Ran said: "Master, I'll try it."

"How do you try?"

Mo Ran didn't answer. In front of everyone, he walked to Nangong Liu, picked up an orange and handed it to him, and said tentatively: "Stop crying, eat an orange."

"I don't eat it, I've eaten it, this is dedicated to His Majesty."

Mo Ran put the orange back into the basket and asked, "Who is Your Majesty?"

Jiang Xi said: "What's the use? I've tried this sentence long ago."

Sure enough, Nangong Liu said: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is Your Majesty, who else can it be?"

Mo Ran was not discouraged, but then asked him the second sentence: "Okay, Your Majesty is Your Majesty. You are so loyal and sensible. Your Majesty will be very happy to know. Yes, I have been asking you about Your Majesty, but I haven't asked you yet, little brother, what's your name?"

Huang Xiaoyue was impatient from the side and sneered twice and was about to speak, but Jiang Xi stopped him and shook his head. He also felt something was wrong.

Nangong Liu, holding a basket of oranges, looked at Mo Ran for a while before saying cowardly: "My name is Nangong Liu."

Mo Ran smiled and touched Nangong Liu's head, and asked quietly: "I'll get to know my name. My name is Mo Ran. I'm twenty-two this year. Where are you?"

"I, I'm five years old..."

“!!”

For a moment, there was no sound.

Although Nangong Liu's answer was not loud, everyone around him looked here quietly, so his trembling "I am five years old" sounded like thunder breaking through the sky, exploding in the hall.

Almost everyone was shocked.

If it weren't for the tense situation, I'm afraid that many people present would laugh out loud and cry out loud - five years old? five years old?

Going back three years ago, they were asked to believe that the head of the world's number one sect would actually huddle beside a basket of oranges and mutter, "I'm five years old." These people would probably rather believe that the sows would go up to a tree.

But Nangong Liu did clearly say this sentence at this moment. The group of people were stunned and stood there in a daze. Look at me, and I look at you, but I don’t know what the situation is.
To be continued...