This fight that was completely unfolded passed quietly in the backyard of the inn. Jing Yang didn't react when he dragged He Zhen into the house with difficulty - this bird, these two people, this note... Things are getting more and more complicated, involving many people. Now, dealing with these two people can still make these messy ways, but what about the main master? Jing Yang vaguely felt that he had embarked on a path of no return in the dark, and the only motivation to support her to continue was her trust in Song Jiali - where did she get the trust?

Let Song Jiali cover his mouth and nose, burn the incense burner, tear Xuan Hua into pieces and throw it into the stove. Looking at Hezhen and Cheng Beigui gritting their teeth in the smoke, Jing Yang chanted "Amitabha Buddha". She, Jing Yang, was also half a Taoist disciple. Master blessed, the ancestor blessed, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens blessed...

When Xuanhua's energy was so strong that it could not be more intense, and when he and Cheng were confused, Jing Yang raised the needle and stabbed the key acupoints of the two. In the smoke of Xuanhua, he closed his eyes and focused his mind, murmured in the ears: "The marriage team is going smoothly, and the inn is the Princess Ling Shan you escorted..."

"The marriage team went smoothly, and the one in the inn was Princess Ling Shan whom we escorted..." The two of them had no eyes and only knew how to recite with Jing Yang.

Jingyang finally felt a little relieved. In fact, she was the same as Hezhen, who used the first time she used the thoughts. The difference was that Hezhen was a dangerous enemy and used horse, and she received the master's personal teachings. After seeing Xuanhua, the master taught her the mystery and usage. Speaking of which, how did the master learn about the secret technique of the previous dynasty? Thinking of the haggard master, Jingyang sighed, Master, you really have many difficult mysteries.

"It's done." Jing Yang lifted up the lid of the incense burner, picked out the remaining Xuan Hua with a silver needle, raised his hand and put out the sparks in the furnace with tea, and turned to Song Jiali who was a few steps away, "I pricked their sleeping holes by the way. When they woke up again, I only remember that I was a real princess."

Song Jiali walked forward and looked at the two people lying on the table. "The blue bird was destroyed, and they forgot that the princess was outside. The contact was interrupted. It can be hidden for about ten days. Jingyang--" Song Jiali looked at Jingyang, "In ten days, Jiang Yanyue will definitely meet these two people when she arrives in Qingtang County. At that time, Qian Si may also fail. At that time, if things are uncontrollable, you can change to men's clothing and go, the farther you go, the better."

"What do you do?" Jing Yang asked back.

"It's not the first time I've fought with Jiang Yanyue, and it's common for me to plot against each other. She won't make things too difficult for me, don't worry."

"Yes, after all, you have an engagement. If something happens to you, she will not be much better." Jing Yang lowered his head. When did he become so confused? Song Jiali knew himself and his enemy, and had his own plans. From beginning to end, she was the only one who walked in the dark and unscrupulous way.

"Things are not what you think." Stroking Jing Yang's hanging head gently, Song Jiali sighed, "I can't understand it now. In short, you believe me."

Jing Yang looked up in shock, feeling that his tone and movements were too cowardly just now. Oh my God, why did Jing Yang, the head of the Returning Hall, show such a delicate little daughter? Jing Yang couldn't help but slap himself twice. It must be Xuan Hua's confusing heart.

Song Jiali looked at Jing Yang with a strange look and couldn't help laughing, "No matter what you look like, I always make me feel inexplicably happy."

His face suddenly burned, and Jingyang turned his head and was happy. He was worried. What's there to be happy about if he wanted to live?

Jing Yang couldn't understand why she fell into this field? When she dragged He Zhen back to her room, she could miss the cool years of white clothes in the past every step. At that time, she was serious and did not dare to look up. Now, she was dragging the heavy He Zhen, unable to move her legs. She was trapped in this inn, and she had to deal with her moves, and saw that all the plans were going to be messed up. What was the reason?

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Men and women are not well taught and experienced, and the "heavy task" of dragging away naturally falls on Jingyang's head. Imagine this scene, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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