Master Zhao at the foot of Mount Qingcheng

Zhao Xuan: "I don't have a younger sister."

Lin Chaoyu paused, and then asked: "What about my sister?"

"No, my parents gave birth to me." Zhao Xuan pressed the shoulder of someone who was moving around, leaned closer, raised his head slightly to meet the other person's eyes, and narrowed his eyes, "Boy, what do you want to know about this?" ?”

"This... this...it's nothing." Lin Chaoyu hesitated.

Zhao Xuan was impatient: "Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Chaoyu shrank his neck: "It's really nothing, don't force me, I won't say anything."

Lin Chaoyu kept his mouth shut, no matter what Zhao Xuan asked, he just kept silent.

Zhao Xuan's curiosity was worn out, so he stopped asking.

In the dead of night, everyone was recharging their energy and recharging their batteries, waiting for the other people to join up and rush to the cave of the Devil's Cult to destroy this evil sect.

In Zhao Xuan's shallow sleep, he heard Lin Chaoyu behind him turn over and put his hands on his body, hugging him directly from behind.

Zhao Xuan woke up suddenly, and moved the hand that was on her body away. The other party muttered in dissatisfaction, then put his hand on it again in a daze, and hugged him even tighter.

"Be honest." As soon as Zhao Xuan exerted force, Lin Chaoyu was kicked to the innermost side of the bed.

"Hiss." Lin Chaoyu gasped, his big eyes were full of confusion, and he felt aggrieved, "Why did you kick me?"

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Xuan felt guilty for no reason, and swallowed all the words that came to his lips, and finally said: "Sleep when you sleep, lie flat and don't move around."

"Oh."

Lin Chaoyu responded casually, and fell asleep again. After a while, Zhao Xuan felt a big head on his back.

Zhao Xuan sighed silently, and was about to turn Lin Chaoyu's head back when he heard a "click" from the window, and suddenly an old man and a young man came in.

"Grandpa Chu, Tang Feng?" Zhao Xuan quickly got up and lit the candles in the room to greet him, "Why are you here?"

The temperature touched by his forehead slipped away in an instant, Lin Chaoyu opened his eyes a little to hide the regret in his eyes, and pretended to yawn again, looking at them.

Although the old man in front of him has white hair and beard, his complexion is rosy, his eyes are bright, his movements are very agile, he is wearing a blue long gown, and he is holding a bamboo fan in his hand.This person's name is Chu Zhongke, and he is the "strange scholar" himself who is said by the disciples of Tiantian's sect. He was a well-known strange man in the Jianghu 60 years ago.

And the other young man also held a folding fan in his hand, but it was an iron fan. He had a handsome face, but he was born with fox eyes. He was smiling from the moment he entered the room, and his face made people feel cunning.The man's name is Tang Feng. He was rescued by the Qingcheng Sect when his family was killed when he was a child, so he stayed in the Qingcheng Sect and grew up with Zhao Xuan. He is Zhao Xuan's right-hand man and the apprentice of Chu Zhongke.

"Are you injured? Where is the injury? Let Grandpa take a look." Chu Zhongke saw the fine cloth used to bind Zhao Xuan's collar exposed, and the alarm bell rang immediately, and checked Zhao Xuan up and down to confirm that there was nothing serious After being only slightly injured, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm worried about you. The people in the Central Plains Wulin like to find trouble for nothing. We and Lao Hei heard that the painting boat explosion in Qingfeng Town killed many people in the Jianghu halfway. We were so scared that we traveled day and night. come to you."

"It was indeed dangerous at that time." Zhao Xuan smiled, "Grandpa Hei also came? Where is he?"

Chu Zhongke: "You also know that he used to be a devil. This time there are so many people in the martial arts world. If you don't make sure that they are all in order, some old man will stay in the inn not far behind for fear of being recognized and causing you trouble."

"Ma'am, don't worry. Let me help you this time. Master and Mr. Hei must follow." Tang Feng quickly opened his fan to cover the lower half of his face, bent down and smiled at Lin Chaoyu who was on the bed, and then Turning to Zhao Xuan, she showed a meaningful smile, "I'm so interested, don't worry, I won't tell Madam."

Zhao Xuan didn't change his face, and used his hand as a blade to hit Tang Feng's fan in an instant.

Tang Feng nimbly turned around and dodged it, covering his fan like a baby: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't do anything to my fan."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand at Lin Chaoyu again: "Hi, I'm Tang Feng."

Lin Chaoyu hurriedly got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully: "I'm Xialin Chaoyu, a native of the capital, this time I came here specially to participate in the Hanging Cave."

"Yeah." Tang Feng put away the fan and moved to Zhao Xuan's side, "It's interesting, it's straight-forward, and it looks good."

Zhao Xuan couldn't bear to kick over: "You will die if you don't speak, huh?"

Tang Feng dodged it with a smile: "Don't talk about this, we have discovered a lot of things along the way."

Zhao Xuan: "Don't be too tight-lipped, just say it."

Tang Feng picked up the ending, which sounded strange and unserious: "The master of the Shenshui Pavilion... well, you don't know him. In short, this person was Hei Lao's enemy when he was young. Thinking of the fact that 60 years later, I still remember Hei Lao’s face, and I brought a guy to do it in the middle of the night, and we...we had a friendly chat with everyone, but I didn’t expect that something would come out of the conversation.”

Zhao Xuan raised her eyebrows: "How friendly can you be?" The process of talking freely is probably quite violent.

"We did this and that, and then that and that, and he couldn't hold back and said everything."

"Okay." Zhao Xuan had a headache and interrupted Tang Feng who was in high spirits, "You better stop talking and let Grandpa Chu come."

"We are very polite. That man is not dead, and he still has the strength to scold Mr. Hei." Tang Feng muttered, and floated to Lin Chaoyu's side like a ghost, poking his shoulder with a fan, "Hey, little scholar, how about Let's chat."

Lin Chaoyu was flattered: "Naturally. What does Brother Tang want to talk about, poetry and poetry or politics and people's livelihood?"

Tang Feng: "..."

Tang Feng's expression stiffened, and he opened his fan to cover his and Lin Chaoyu's faces: "Why are we talking about this, why don't we talk about something interesting, for example, have you read the book written by 'A Flower in Qingcheng'? That's right, it was written by me, and it sold very well, it doesn't matter if you haven't read it, I'll tell you..."

Not knowing what Tang Feng was muttering, Lin Chaoyu lowered his head and blushed, and at the same time listened very carefully.

Zhao Xuan couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled Lin Chaoyu behind him: "Don't tell serious people about those yinhui things you wrote!"

"Tch." Tang Feng was very knowledgeable about current affairs, standing behind Chu Zhongke, he seemed honest.

Only then did Chu Zhongke speak: "That person actually has connections with the Devil's Cult. He had received an order from the Devil's Cult to go to the Silver Moon Building to buy information, but he failed because the Silver Moon Building couldn't come up with an answer. And what he wanted to buy The information is the clues about the National Teacher’s Mausoleum.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions became subtle, except for Lin Chaoyu who seemed to be ignorant.

Lin Chaoyu broke the silence and poked his head out from behind Zhao Xuan: "But the tomb of Zhao Sifan, the former national teacher?"

Seeing that Zhao Xuan and the others acquiesced, Lin Chaoyu continued: "The former national teacher Zhao Sifan left countless legends, rumors that can calculate the fate, and finally counted that the previous life was exhausted, and his time was approaching, so he left the former in his mausoleum." There are countless Chao Zhibaos and what I have learned all my life - "Destiny". If you can get the Destiny, everything in the future is under your control. Compared with treasures, this is more tempting. If Yinyue Tower knows the clues of the National Teacher Tomb , has already reached the sky in one step, how can I continue to mix in these three teachings and nine streams?"

"So they are not as smart as you. But..." Zhao Xuanyou pulled Lin Chaoyu in front of him, and together with Chu Zhongke and Tang Feng, surrounded him, "The world only knows Zhao Sifan, but not the Mausoleum of the National Teacher." , the rumors of the National Teacher’s Mausoleum have long since disappeared in Jianghu, how do you know?”

"My dad told me, you know, he loves to hear these things."

Several people looked at each other, Chu Zhongke took the lead and said: "Boy, who is your father?"

Lin Chaoyu made no secrets: "Prince Lin Dingyang."

Chu Zhongke raised his eyebrows high: "I am old and deaf, whose son do you think you are?"

"Duke Lin Dingyang." Lin Chaoyu repeated, afraid that Chu Zhongke would not believe it, and said, "Really, I also know about "Luoxia" and "Lonely Bird".

"Really! It's amazing, that kid can teach you such a serious and simple doll, but you do look like Lin Dingyang, and you seem to be your own. If your father is really Lin Dingyang, then it's not surprising." Chu Zhongke didn't know what was going on, and when he heard the names of the two atlases, he confirmed Lin Chaoyu's identity, and said to Zhao Xuan, "This is a good friend of your parents. His mother and your mother used to exchange handkerchiefs. Back then, your mother could Marrying your father, their family also contributed a lot."

Zhao Xuan glanced at Lin Chaoyu: I didn't expect the older generation to be really close friends.

Lin Chaoyu had a swaying smile on his face, probably saying: Look, I didn't lie to you.

Zhao Xuan's heart moved, and he understood the general idea.

In fact, this Zhao Sifan is not someone else, but Zhao Xuan's great-grandfather.

Before Zhao Sifan died, he sent his descendants to Qingcheng Mountain, and then disappeared. At the same time, several well-known knight-errants also disappeared at the same time, and gathered in Qingcheng Mountain to establish Qingcheng Sect.

Even now, the Qingcheng Sect has never given up looking for the National Teacher's Mausoleum and recovering Zhao Sifan's remains.As for "Mandate of Heaven", it depends on how ambitious the Qingcheng Sect is.

Originally, he wondered why his father's death was related to the Devil's Cult, but once it was related to the National Teacher's Mausoleum, it would all make sense.

Everyone was thoughtful, and a bunch of cyan fireworks exploded in the direction where the Devil's Cult was originally located, and the pattern of cyan mountain peaks hung high in the sky.

When Chu Zhongke and the others saw this pattern, they felt a thump in their hearts, secretly thinking that it was broken.

Isn't this the contact code of the Qingcheng Sect, as soon as this pattern comes out, it means that the person is in trouble.

Tang Feng tapped his palms with a fan: "It can't be Master Hei."

"Who else but that bastard, how could he run to the Demon Cult's lair? Like a brat, he made trouble for me without seeing him." Chu Zhongke scolded, and rushed in that direction.

Zhao Xuan originally wanted to go too, but looked back at Lin Chaoyu, who gave him a reassuring look: "Go, go, I'll sleep here, come back early, I'll wait for you."

Tang Feng chimed in from the side: "Little scholar, why are you so obedient? Master, we need to deal with it quickly. How dare you keep the little scholar waiting for so long."

Zhao Xuan had nothing to do with the two of them, waved his hands weakly, and left with Tang Feng.

Lin Chaoyu said he was going to sleep, but he kept sitting by the bed, not to mention extinguishing the candle.

After a while, a masked man quietly appeared in the room, with a chill all over his body: "My lord, the Demon Cult's investigation of the National Master's Tomb has been revealed to them, and all the people from Heisha and Shenshui Pavilion have been drawn into the room." Go to the Demon Cult."

"Following them all the way from Qingcheng Sect to this place, it's been hard work, let's take a rest first." Lin Chaoyu's voice suddenly became very indifferent, and he got out of bed and put on his coat, "Before those people in the rivers and lakes who are in the way can react, the rest of you Come with me, remember, everything is to protect Zhao Xuan first, and cover the relationship between Qingchengjiao and Guoshiling. As for the people in Shenshui Pavilion, use them to find the way."