The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 187
The Qingyang Temple is not big enough to allow many people to stay overnight, so Pichen and the others left all the servants outside the temple and let them station themselves outside the temple, while they and others stayed in the temple to guard the spirit.

The mountains are no different from the secular world. After a simple fast meal, everyone dispersed with their own thoughts.

Song Xing wandered out of Qingyang Temple alone, thinking about how to find out the real culprit who killed Song Wenshao.

This avatar has been living in Qingyang Temple for 16 years, has never been in contact with the outside world, and the information he can provide in memory is very limited.

Song Xing also deduced that he was in the Sui and Tang Dynasties of Ssangyong only through the names of Laojunguan and Bichen.

Although the Demon Sect of this era is known as two factions and six ways, in fact, the various factions are just a loose alliance. Has the ambition to unify the Demon Sect.

If Song Wenshao really died at the hands of the Demon Sect, the Yinkui faction would be very suspicious.

After Song Wenshao's death, Song Xing also searched for the letter that made him decide to go down the mountain, but searched through Song Wenshao's residence, but couldn't find it, which is really weird.

Just when Song Xing had no idea, there was a sudden sound of slight footsteps behind him.

Song Xing turned his head, and what he saw was Rong Jiaojiao's charming face, appearing in front of him.

Seeing Song Xing, Rong Jiaojiao smiled and said, "So it's my junior uncle. Why doesn't my junior uncle go to rest at such a late hour?"

Song Xing looked behind her, but Pichen was nowhere to be seen, and said lightly, "The mountain is very humid, so it's best not to stay outside too much at night. Didn't senior brother tell you that there are many beasts in Qingyang Mountain at night?"

Rong Jiaojiao was taken aback for a moment, then said with a coquettish smile: "The beast? The little uncle was joking, if there is a beast, why did the little uncle show up here alone?"

Song Xing ignored her, and said directly: "Since I came out of the Qingyang Temple, you have been following me. Did the senior brother ask you to come here?"

Rong Jiaojiao couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes this time, she didn't expect that Song Xing had discovered her whereabouts from the very beginning.

With a forced smile, she forced herself to speak: "It's just that the night is getting dark, and the little uncle went out to watch alone, just curious."

Seeing Song Xing turned his head to look at the foot of the mountain, Rong Jiaojiao concealed his embarrassment very well, and asked curiously: "I heard from Guanzhong Daotong that when the master passed away, only the young master was with him. ?”

Song Xing nodded: "Not bad."

Rong Jiaojiao asked again: "So, the token of the old master Guan Guanzhu, the master has also given it to you, the younger master?"

Song Xing heard this, turned to look at her, and said, "Do you want to see the Lord's token?"

Rong Jiaojiao didn't expect Song Xing to be so direct, but after thinking about it, this young man has lived on the mountain since he was a child, so he probably doesn't know what tact is.

Thinking of this, Rong Jiaojiao said, "How can Jiaojiao, dare not covet the Lord's keepsake, little uncle, the master passed on your keepsake, is it for you to carry forward the Old Lord's view?"

Song Xing hummed and said, "You are quite self-aware."

Rong Jiaojiao was impatient, but remembering what his father had said, he suppressed his anger and forced a smile and said, "Speaking of which, there is nothing wrong with my master doing this. With the talent of my junior uncle, Laojun will definitely be able to carry forward the visualization in the hands of my uncle." , but for you, little uncle, this is a bit unfair."

Song Xing glanced at Rong Jiaojiao in front of him with a half-smile, and waited for her to continue talking.

Rong Jiaojiao saw that Song Xing didn't answer, so she could only forcefully say: "I heard from my father that my uncle is only 16 years old this year, right? Although the mountain is clean, it is so miserable. My uncle grew up on the mountain, don't you think Go down the mountain to meet the bustling world of mortals?"

Song Xing raised his eyebrows: "Oh, what are you talking about in Luoyang City?"

Rong Jiaojiao said: "Speaking of the prosperity of Luoyang City, hundreds of musicians gather in Luoyang during the monthly assembly, and line up in the Jicui Pond of Fanghua Garden. Changing from left to right. There are also Shenao carrying mountains, and phantom people breathing fire, changing ever-changingly, so that the brocades of the two capitals are exhausted."

"Duanmen Street is full of Chen Baixi. There are 8000 steps around the theater. There are [-] people holding silk and bamboo. They have been heard for dozens of miles. They have been in a coma until dawn, and the lights are shining brightly."

"These wonders, my little uncle lived in the mountains for a long time, so I think I have never seen them. If you have never seen these rich and noble scenes in your life, wouldn't it be very pitiful to be in this lonely old mountain forest?"

Song Xing nodded seriously: "Senior Brother Bichen is in charge of the Luoyang Chamber of Commerce, making money every day. If you want to come to Luoyang City, the scene of the rich and powerful, the senior brother has seen it before."

Rong Jiaojiao said with a smile: "Father is also in charge of the foundation for Lao Junguan, just playing tricks on the occasion. If the younger uncle is interested in these, he will go to Luoyang some other day. The nephew is willing to be the host and take you around Luoyang city three times." Qiansifang."

Song Xing knew in his heart that the Rong family's father and daughter were planning to use the prosperity and wealth of Luoyang City to make him dispel the idea of ​​being the master of the Laojun Temple.

Then he nodded, seemingly looking forward to it: "Three thousand four squares, it must be an extremely prosperous scene, but I heard that the Great Sui Dynasty is now full of wars, how long can the prosperity of Luoyang City last?"

Rong Jiaojiao said with a smile: "In every dynasty and generation, there will be small people who rise to cause chaos, but since ancient times, there have been a few people who have been able to accomplish things.

It's just scabies.Speaking of which, the uncle grew up on the mountain since he was a child, didn't he think about what he would do in the future? "

Song Xing was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Me? Speaking of which, as long as I can remember, Master has asked me to practice martial arts every day, hoping that I can carry forward the concept of the old gentleman, so in my impression, it seems that there is nothing else I want to do besides practicing martial arts thing."

Rong Jiaojiao looked at Song Xing, and said softly, "Uncle Shi is still so young, if he didn't see this great river and mountain, it would be a pity to spend his whole life in Qingyang Temple."

Song Xing said lightly: "I'm used to it. Although the mountain is bitter, it is better than being clean. Master said that there are many troubles in the world of mortals, which affects martial arts."

When Rong Jiaojiao heard what Song Xing said, she smiled charmingly: "I always heard from my father that my uncle is very talented in martial arts. I think my uncle's martial arts skills are also among the top in my holy sect."

He said compliments, but in his heart he was secretly evaluating the martial arts of the young man in front of him.

Song Xing waved his hand and said, "Brother, that's too much praise. As one of the eight masters of the Demon Sect, brother is the mainstay of Laojunguan. We will have to rely on him more in the future."

There was a trace of worry on Rong Jiaojiao's face: "Speaking of which, the master was murdered, and the murderer obviously came for Laojunguan. If the time comes to find Qingyangguan"

The implication is, if the murderer who killed Song Wenshao were to be found without Pichen, a master of the demon sect, would you be able to resist it?

Song Xing looked up at Rong Jiaojiao, and understood that this woman was secretly warning him that facing a murderer that even Song Wenshao couldn't resist, for his own safety, it was a wise choice to give up Laojun Guanguan to Bichen.

Prosperity, wealth, wealth and life, is this the choice given by Pichen?
Song Xing smiled slightly, but did not answer, but said to Rong Jiaojiao: "It's late at night, and tomorrow I have to guard the spirit of the master. If the niece and niece of the master are fine, go back and rest."

Rong Jiaojiao took a deep look at Song Xing, trying to see something from his face, but only saw an indifferent face, and could only salute and leave.

Seeing Rong Jiaojiao disappearing into the darkness, Song Xing suddenly said after a while, "Senior brother, since you're here, why hide?"

(End of this chapter)