A stone pottery tea bowl filled with green tea soup. Before it was consumed, the clear fragrance was shocking.

Ye Qingxuan took a sip, and the sweet and bitter taste turned out like a scent of fragrance rolling down to the bottom of his throat. The fragrance returned and instantly brought saliva to his mouth and tongue.

"Good tea." Ye Qingxuan admired sincerely, but glanced at the two people sitting on the top.

One person is Ning Huiru, and the other person sits on the more prominent left, but is a thin old nun.

This old nun is the first Dingyi Master in Qifeng Pavilion for many years.

Even though Zhuo Huifan completely controlled Fengyi Pavilion, he was still helpless with this teacher. Even if the whole door was destroyed, he did not get any help.

"Young Master Ye is here, but I only saw Jiang Jiyue?" After a moment of silence, Ning Huiru asked.

"Yes." Ye Qingxuan put down the teacup and replied: "But judging by his oral style, there should be other experts of the same level."

Ning Huiru frowned slightly and sighed at Master Dingyi beside her, "Hui Ru has implicated the master's sect. I didn't expect that this secret meeting would be known by the evil sect, which made the uncle come out of the mountain and was in danger. It was a real sin."

Master Dingyi, who had been closing his eyes and resting, opened his eyes, his eyes shining like cold electricity, which made Ye Qingxuan slightly surprised and thought to himself that the old nun had such profound internal strength.

"It's okay." Master Dingyi's tone was as cold as an ice stone. "The other party was planning to be the old nun. The person who leaked the secrets was not necessarily yours. I'm afraid that the old nun would be targeted after he got off the mountain."

Ning Huiru sighed quietly.

Ye Qingxuan was confused when he heard this and asked quickly: "Senior Ning, uh, Senior Dingyi... What are you talking about?"

snort.

Master Dingyi snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and said coldly: "Hui Ru, Pomnie is tired."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan ignored the embarrassing and looked straight out.

Ning Huiru hurriedly got up and saw him off, but Master Dingyi pressed him back to the seat with his qi. He swung the whisk and disappeared in an instant.

"This..." Ye Qingxuan smiled awkwardly and said, "This senior Dingyi is afraid that he still has a prejudice against Xiaoke."

Ning Huiru smiled and sighed: "The crux of Fengyi Pavilion is that she mistakenly believed in Zhuo Huifan and didn't blame others. My uncle is already a cold-hearted person, obsessed with martial arts, and is not good at socializing. Don't care about Young Master Ye."

"No, no." Ye Qingxuan waved his hand quickly, "I just don't know what Senior Ning said..."

Ning Huiru smiled bitterly and said, "This incident originated from a letter from Lingyun Palace."

"Lingyun Palace? Letters?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel shocked. This incident was indeed related to Ning Zhongliu.

Ning Huiru said: "Half a month ago, I received a handwritten letter from Ning Sanren, talking about the affairs of the martial arts conference. I hope that Fengyi Pavilion and Lingyun Palace can abandon past grudges and contribute to the justice of the martial arts world together. I originally wanted to become a monk and ignore the grievances in the world. However, I received another letter. The person who wrote the letter was the one I could not refuse anyway."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned when he heard this.

Ning Huiru didn't even care about Ning Zhongliu. Whose letter made her unable to refuse?

As if Ye Qingxuan's question was seen, Ning Huiru's face was dull, and she slowly pulled out a narrow package from the desk and handed it to Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan took it over inexplicably, slowly opened the package and saw it, and was shocked.

"This, this is..."

Inside the package, it turned out to be a long narrow sword and a letter.

The sword sheathed feet are three feet and six inches long and have an ancient and simplified shape.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't hide his excitement, so he pressed the machine to cover it.

clang!

A sharp green air burst out, the sword popped out of the scabbard, and the indoor color was immediately green.

"It's indeed this magical sword, it's indeed the Bilan sword!"

Ye Qingxuan exclaimed, but his eyes looked at Ning Huiru again, and said excitedly: "This is the beloved sword of Senior Lin Nanxuan, and later it was given to Jiang Feiran. How can it be in the hands of Senior now?"

Ning Huiru pointed to the letter again.

Ye Qingxuan obtained permission and quickly opened the letter to check.

It turned out that the letter was written by Lin Nanxuan himself. It was written by him. It was a few days before his death.

In addition to a few short questions, the content of the letter was Lin Nanxuan's thoughts on major events in the martial arts world. He said in particular that the wrong way for Fengyi Pavilion was only Zhuo Huifan, and Lingyun Palace especially hoped to rebuild the old with Fengyi Pavilion, and hoped that Ning Huiru could come out of the mountain and rectify Fengyi Pavilion to get back on track.

Unexpectedly, before Senior Lin died, he was devoted to the martial arts world and was really moved.

However, compared with Ning Zhongliu's letter, the content of this letter is insufficient. Ning Huiru even dared to ignore Ning Zhongliu, so how could she have an undeniable emotion for such a plain letter?

Could it be...

What's between Lin Nanxuan and Ning Huiru...

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan's face was strange.

"Don't guess randomly." Ning Huirulan's heart wise, and saw the little Jiujiu in Ye Qingxuan's heart at a glance, and said directly: "I had a close relationship with Senior Brother Lin and was called brother and sister. Senior Brother Lin saved me from danger several times. I once swear with the "Zihuang" and "Bilan" swords. In the future, I should take the justice of the rivers and lakes as my mind to save the people. If either of us has a day to betray the oath, we will use this sword to warn us."

"Although I was troubled in the future and I was unable to inherit the position of Fengyi Pavilion, I never forgot this vow." Ning Huiru sighed: "Ning San gave him a sword to remind me not to forget the original vow..."

Ye Qingxuan knew it. "So Senior Ning wrote a letter to invite Master Dingyi to go down the mountain, hoping to promote an alliance between the two sides?"

Ning Huiru nodded. "The letter was also written to Ning Sanren. I believe he was already on the way here. However, Huiru was confused. She didn't expect that there was a problem in any link. She was actually the one from the evil sect and was surrounded by the small Shuiyue Temple. Jiang Jiyue you saw was, but one of them, on the way, the uncle of the master was also attacked by the Taoist Chongsu of Taiping Dao. I am afraid that the "Tianshi" Fu Yao and "Maitreya" Zhu Wusheng will appear... The two cult popes appeared in the world. Not to mention that we were waiting, I was afraid that Mr. Ning would be implicated."

Reaching Ning Zhongliu?

I'm afraid it may not be...

Ye Qingxuan suppressed the discomfort in his heart. Without any evidence, he would never blame him randomly. "Ningsan is unparalleled in intelligence and strategy, so there will definitely be no danger. We should do our best to solve the problem in front of us..."

"Young Master Ye is also a smart person. What if you think of it?" Ning Huiru humbly asked for advice.

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment and replied, "The current plan should be to protect himself. Either stick to the support, or break through with all your might. I wonder if Senior Ning has a choice..."

Ning Huiru was about to answer, but suddenly a shrill roar came from outside, followed by a huge roar like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The strong wind brought dust and stones to a sudden break through the door and window, and rushed into the house.
Chapter completed!