"Why is there no one in the inn?" Ling Pengyue looked at Kong Luoluo's inn and looked at Murong Haoyue in annoyed.

Murong Haoyue did not say anything to him, but sat down at the table. She looked at the blood-red sword in her hand carefully in the candlelight, her eyes were as blurred as if she was looking at her lover. Ling Pengyue had no choice but to sit down.

"Oh, let the two guests wait for a long time." A middle-aged man walked in. It was the owner of the inn. He shouted to the young man following behind: "Get tea."

"What's wrong with the town today? I didn't meet anyone on the street just now." Ling Pengyue took the tea poured by Xiaoer and asked the inn owner.

"Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, which is a relatively grand festival in our Fengyang Town." The inn owner made a plan, "Everyone in the town will go to the middle to have a party."

"The seventh day of the seventh month, the Chinese Valentine's Day." Ling Pengyue took a sip of tea and said quietly.

"I thought that those heroes from the world were going to attend the sword sacrifice conference. We are not a must-pass place for trading. No one should come to our remote countryside tonight." The inn owner made a plan and smiled with satisfaction. "I didn't expect there would be, and there were four."

"Four?" Ling Pengyue subconsciously glanced at Murong Haoyue and found that he was still looking at the Blood Sword Hongyan.

"Yes." The inn owner smiled slutty, "A pair of young men and a pair of beautiful girls."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from outside, and two women stepped into the inn. When the inn owner saw it, he smiled and said, "Two girls, the guest room you have booked is ready."

The concubine Caiyun in front of her smiled and nodded, and asked Xiao Xianyun behind her: "Sister Yun, you haven't eaten rice for half a day. Do you want to eat something?"

Xiao Xianyun shook her head, "No need."

"Okay." Fei Caiyun looked at Xiaoxianyun with some concern and showed her two fingers to the inn owner, "Boss, bake two big cakes for me."

"Okay."

Xiao Xianyun sat down silently, accidentally glanced at Murong Haoyue sitting in the corner, and noticed that he was carrying a long box, "Purple Sky Thunder Box?"

After Jing Xiaoxianyun said this, Fei Caiyun also looked over, but Murong Haoyue seemed to be still and was unmoved.

Ling Pengyue, who was standing beside him, could not stand it anymore, "Hey, Brother Murong, there are two girls who are as beautiful as flowers and jade watching you."

"Once the vast sea of ​​water is hard to make water, but Wushan is not clouds." Murong Haoyue's eyes were dim and she suddenly sang a blindfold.

The inn owner gave a thumbs up, "Little brother, this poem is so wonderful."

Ling Pengyue almost didn't spray out the tea in his mouth.

Xiao Xianyun frowned and said without hesitation: "You just died of your wife?"

Fei Caiyun pulled her and turned to Murong Haoyue, "This Taoist priest from Wudang, I think you are going to attend the sword sacrifice conference? But when Liuyue Villa held the sword sacrifice conference, it would be sealed at night. I hope the Taoist priest will not go forward any further."

"You're smart."

It was not Murong Haoyue who answered her, but Ling Pengyue.

Fei Caiyun was slightly stunned, "Sir, are you talking to me?"

"You are the only one who asked me just now. Who else can you be if you are not?" Ling Peng shook his teacup, "What should I call you? Gu Zhoufang Jinghua is also Mr. Jinghua's daughter, and the successor of Qianmianzi."

A light sentence in the understatement revealed the identity of Concubine Caiyun. Concubine Caiyun did not show fear. The most important thing for a disguiser was to be calm and composed in the face of changes. She suppressed Xiao Xianyun's gesture of drawing the sword and said lightly: "It's the sir who is smart, where does my intelligence come from?"

"Wudang, the master of Taoism, is the name of the righteous." Ling Pengyue looked at the thunder box on Murong Haoyue's back, "The Zixiao thunder box is the head of the Wudang sword box. You could tell at a glance that he was going to attend the sword sacrifice conference, so he tried his best to persuade him to leave and not allow him to attend the conference."

"And the reason why you didn't let him attend the conference is because of the magnificent style of your young master." Ling Pengyue's eyes were cold.

Fei Caiyun's face was calm and she signaled Ling Pengyue to continue.

"One of the most powerful names is the 'One-Sun Light Thunder'. It uses the thunder in the palm of his palm to destroy it. It is the most fierce attack among the nine Fenghua masters and the most variable attack. And the thunder box can attract the sky thunder, so it can naturally absorb the thunder in his palm."

"Yes." Fei Caiyun was calm, "This move is a life-saving blow from my young master, and he must survive. So, I will not allow anyone to destroy him in this move."

Ling Pengyue sighed, "But, your young master's current situation is very worrying. He was blocked in one episode. He had a high level of cultivation and had no place to use it."

Fei Caiyun frowned, "What?"

"He was chased by Naiheqiao, and he was with the sword-holder whom you Guzhoufang had previously received." Ling Pengyue took the wine jar from Xiao Er who was so obsessed with hearing and poured himself a glass.

Hearing this, Fei Caiyun suddenly had a murderous intent, but she still suppressed it and said coldly: "My identity and the current situation of my young master, how could you know so much?"

"I guessed your identity as 'Mirror Flower'." Ling Pengyue took a sip of wine. "It is said that the mask made of Qianmian Box is extremely realistic, but after wearing it for a long time, you will forget your original appearance, even your smile. I saw that the girl's expression was a little unnatural, so I guessed it. As for the later thing, it was because of my identity."

"Identity?" Fei Caiyun asked.

"One of the nine major branches of Tianji Pavilion." Ling Pengyue put down the teacup, "Head of the Ling family."

Xiao Xianyun next to him was shocked.

She herself comes from the Xiao family of Tianji Pavilion, so she naturally knows other families that Tianji Pavilion is affiliated with.

There is no doubt that the Ling family is the most special among the nine families.

Because the Ling family only has the head of the family.

The second prince, King Jing Ling Pengyue.

"Hey, Brother Murong, you said I have been expelled from the Tianji Pavilion now. Can you reveal your destiny?" Ling Pengyue smiled at Murong Haoyue.

Murong Haoyue rarely said: "Since your prince didn't cut off your tongue, that's fine."

Ling Pengyue then turned to Fei Caiyun, "Hey, I know you have practiced needlework in Fenghua Sect, but I was just exiled. The position of prince has not been pardoned. The great crime of killing the prince is very miserable."

Fei Caiyun looked at Xiao Xianyun hesitantly. After seeing Xiao Xianyun nodding to her, she took back the silver needle hidden in her sleeve.

"Huh, drink and drink." Seeing that the situation calmed down, Ling Pengyue slowly picked up the wine glass.

However, at this moment, Xiao Xianyun suddenly stood up.

The noise was very loud, and everyone in the inn looked at her.

The others did not react much, only Ling Pengyue, who had just settled down, suddenly failed to hold the wine glass, and the wine spilled on the table.

"This is... Xianyun Sword!" Ling Pengyue's pupils shrank and he looked at Xiao Xianyun, "The sword of Xianyun Female Hero. You are from the Xiao family of Tianji Pavilion, Xiao Xianyun!"

Xiaojia.

It was in the bloody case of Tianji that Xiao family was in the King of Jing’s Mansion as a witness to a criminal!
Chapter completed!