If you don't kill him in this situation, is it possible to keep him to continue to cause trouble for the world?
According to my own thinking, Jinghuizong should clean up these bastards first, and then deal with Damiaolian Temple.
However, because of the enmity with Damiaolian Temple and the strategy of capturing the thief first and capturing the king, they directly cleaned up Damiaolian Temple.
Looking at it now, this approach is indeed wrong.
It's a pity that as the suzerain, I can't decide with one word.
Before he became suzerain, the Jinghui Sect was decided by twelve elders, and these twelve elders were the altar masters of each altar.
Now that his prestige is increasing, and he can suppress them in martial arts, speaking will be effective.
When he first took over as suzerain, he was just a mascot, just a puppet and a decoration.
Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep.
Yang Shuangting frowned.
She felt that she had been seen through, and she seemed to be naked in front of Fakong. This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and she wanted to turn around and leave.
Fakong withdrew his deep gaze, thoughtful.
Yang Shuangting snorted: "I killed him, what trouble is there?"
Farkon nodded.
Yang Shuangting said: "What's the trouble?"
"You don't want to expose yourself as the suzerain of the Jinghui Sect, do you?"
"Yes." Yang Shuangting nodded.
She has always been hiding her secrets, and what she shows to the outside is just a third-rate master of martial arts.
The identity of the suzerain of the Jingfei Sect is completely isolated from her real identity, like two worlds, which will never be contaminated at all.
?Because the Jinghui Sect has been involved in too many vendettas, once it is contaminated with its real identity, it will inevitably endanger family members and friends.
Fakong said: "Once you make a move, you will reveal your identity this time."
Yang Shuangting frowned.
Fakong said: "After the master of Changchun Valley was killed, Changchun Valley came back with revenge. You can't handle it alone, so you can only dispatch the master of Jinghui Sect."
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"No matter how flawless your killing is, they can still trace it back to Mr. Qi, and then kill Mr. Qi. If you want to save Mr. Qi, you can't do it alone. You can only use the masters of the Jinghui Sect."
"Who is he?" Yang Shuangting snorted.
Fakong said: "Changchun Valley, Jiaochang River."
Yang Shuangting said: "I will kill him before he comes to Changling Mansion."
"Difficult." Fakong shook his head: "The whereabouts of the masters in Changchun Valley are secretive, and it is not so easy to find."
Yang Shuangting frowned and pondered.
Can the master of Jinghuizong find him?
It seems that it is really difficult, it is no different from finding a needle in a haystack.
Farcon smiled at her.
Seeing his expression, Yang Shuangting's heart suddenly moved, knowing that Fakong has a solution, and he just waited for him to ask for it.
She took a deep breath, feeling helpless.
With my martial arts mastering all over the sky, and in charge of the huge power of the Jinghui Sect, I can only succumb to the monk in front of me.
This feeling is really aggrieved and helpless.
Fakong laughed and said: "It seems that Sect Master Yang hasn't figured it out yet. The so-called strength is not just about martial arts."
"Okay, how can we find him?" Yang Shuangting snorted.
Faconn took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to her.
Yang Shuangting looked at him in surprise, Fakong smiled and smirked, motioning for her to take the scroll and open it for a look.
Yang Shuangting took it and unfolded it. Inside was a portrait of a handsome middle-aged man.
The face is like a crown jade, with three clear beards under the chin, a slender figure, wearing a large green robe with fluttering long sleeves, quite a bit of a strange and extraordinary aura.
Yang Shuangting has already passed the naive stage of judging people by their appearance, looked at the middle-aged man a few times, then turned to look at Fakong: "Is that Jiao Changhe?"
Fakong nodded slowly.
Yang Shuangting looked at Fakong in surprise.
This monk Fakong is also terrifying.
Has this portrait been prepared long ago?
Thinking about it, he should have seen his future long ago, and also predicted his own reaction.
Everything is in his calculations, everything is under his control.
Fakong said: "Zong Yang wants to kill him in advance, why not send someone to Liangchuan Mansion to look for him first, he should come from Liangchuan Mansion."
"Okay." Yang Shuangting said.Strange, and then opened the door.
The handsome young man fell limply on the threshold, unconscious.
The girl who opened the door took a look at him, and instead of rushing to act, she raised her voice and called out: "Senior Sister Ding! Senior Sister Ding!"
Ding Xingqing fluttered out wearing a blue shirt. When he saw the young man, he took a look at him, then stepped forward to check his injuries, and said in a deep voice, "It's Mr. Zhu, take him in."
After she gave her orders, she floated up to the gate of the courtyard, stood on a high place and looked down at her surroundings.
After a while, she floated down, her figure flickered, and she came directly to Ning Zhenzhen's small courtyard, and knocked on the door lightly.
Ning Zhenzhen was practicing sword in the courtyard, the shadow of the sword was vivid, and he raised his voice: "Come in."
Ding Xingqing pushed the door open and entered the small courtyard, cupped his fists and said, "Sect Master, Mr. Zhu Cisui was seriously injured, and passed out when he arrived at our door."
"Zhu Cisui, Mr. Zhu" Ning Zhenzhen put his sword back into its sheath, took the white towel from Ding Xingqing and wiped his white forehead: "How is his injury?"
Ding Xingqing said: "The viscera and six internal organs have been severely injured, and they were also poisoned. The inner qi thief went to the sky. They must have used secret techniques to escape, and only their last breath was left."
Ning Zhenzhen handed her the white towel: "No pursuers?"
"Not yet." Ding Xingqing took the white towel and stared at Ning Zhenzhen: "Sect Master, do you want to save him?"
"What do you think?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.
Ding Xingqing shook his head: "I don't think there is any need to save him. After all, he is a member of the Mirror Flower Sect. Who knows if he will become our opponent in the future."
"What if you save him?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.
Ding Xingqing clutched the white towel and thought for a while, then finally shook her head: "Sovereign, I think it's better to avoid future troubles than to rely on him to repay his kindness."
Her bright eyes were burning with killing intent.
Ning Zhenzhen pondered, walked for a dozen steps with his hands behind his back, and suddenly stopped: "Go and save him."
She handed Ding Xingqing a string of Buddhist beads on Hao's wrist: "Put it on for him, and bring him back to life."
"Yes." Ding Xingqing agreed without hesitation, took the beads, hung up a white towel and walked out of the yard.
Ning Zhenzhen sat down at the stone table and took a sip of tea.
After drinking a cup of tea, he got up and went to the main hall of the other courtyard, where he saw several women gathered around a low couch.
Zhu Cisui was sitting cross-legged on the low couch, his head was steaming white, his pale face revealed weakness, thinness and melancholy.
Ning Zhenzhen stepped into the main hall lightly, without making a sound, but stood behind the girls, and also looked at Zhu Cisui.
The girls quickly found Ning Zhenzhen, quickly looked away, and clasped their fists together without making a sound, so as not to disturb Zhu Cisui's healing.
Ning Zhenzhen waved his hand and looked at Zhu Cisui with a solemn expression.