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"Senior." Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan saluted, while Jia 23 and Jia 19 also bowed slightly.

Grandma Jinhua is one of the owners of Baihua Valley. Although she looks old, she is already a second-grade grandmaster and is respected by many people in the world.

There are four valleys in Baihua Valley, and Yaowang Valley is one of them.

And Medicine King Sun Sihao is her eldest son.

Grandma Jinhua nodded, her eyes were cloudy but there was a light that could see through the world. She looked at Zhao Wujiang and said kindly:

"The bones are very good, and the sword embryo is just forged, but you must be careful not to be used as a sword user by others..."

When Zhao Wujiang heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing why, but he still felt vigilant in his heart, cupping his fists and bowing slightly to Granny Jinhua:

"Junior, please remember this."

"The fire of the wedding dress in the furnace is a hard life, but I am lucky to meet my beloved." Granny Jinhua glanced at Gu Nanyuan with a sigh.

Gu Nanyuan felt a little overwhelmed when she felt Granny Jinhua's eyes.

The light in Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered, could Granny Jinhua be sending her a message?

"What about me?" Sikong Xing raised his little head, his eyes wide open under the big bronze mask.

"You?" Grandma Jinhua said with a cane and a trace of majesty on her brows.

"Xiaoxing, go back with grandma!"

Sikong Xing's big eyes rolled. As soon as she heard that she was going back, she quickly hugged Zhao Wujiang's arms with both hands and tried her best to lift up the bronze mask on her face:

"Grandma, you have recognized the wrong person. I am not your child..."

"Cough..." Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly, and Gu Nanyuan couldn't help laughing.

Grandma Jinhua was slightly startled and couldn't help but find it funny. Did Sikong Xing think she couldn't recognize him after wearing a mask? She leaned on a cane and several silver needles shot out from her silver hair. The silver needles were threaded with gray silk threads.

The silk thread wrapped around Sikong Xing and tied Sikong Xing's wrists, ankles and waist in an instant.

"I'm not going back!" Sikong Xing muttered, but uncontrollably let go of his hands holding Zhao Wujiang's arms, then walked stiffly towards Granny Jinhua, pouting:

"Grandma Jinhua, I'm not going back."

"This place is dangerous. It's not advisable to stay for a long time. Go home." Granny Jinhua said to Sikong Xing, Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan with kind eyes.

"I won't leave, I have to protect the master!" Sikong Xing came to Granny Jinhua's side uncontrollably, and "actively" took Granny Jinhua's hand.

Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan saluted Granny Jinhua with clasped fists. Granny Jinhua nodded in return, and she led Sikong Xing away.

The reason why Grandma Jinhua said those warning words to Zhao Wujiang was because of Sikong Xing's behavior.

Sikong Xing is still young, and she often travels with her master Sikong Bu through tombs or travels around the world to steal the rich and give to the poor. Although she has not developed her master's heart to understand the world, her child's clear eyes and heart can easily identify good and evil.

Therefore, in Grandma Jinhua's view, the character of those who can be close to Sikong Xing is definitely not bad.

Furthermore, Grandma Jinhua also understands the way of destiny. The path of destiny is difficult and treacherous. She glimpsed some destiny numbers from Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan, and after sighing, she gave a warning.

She is already quite old, and any nonsense about the destiny that will lead to unforeseen consequences has no effect on her, it just depends on whether she thinks about it or not.

Zhao Wujiang watched Grandma Jinhua leave with Sikong Xing, and his frown deepened. When he came to Wangzhou during this trip, he always felt that many things were strange and inexplicable, and he felt that someone was spying on him secretly.

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The raging fire in front of the tomb was finally extinguished, and the war was about to break out.

Xuanyuan Yuheng teamed up with Old Ghost Huangtang, Zhang Yinzong and others to fight in a melee with the leader of the Pirate Sect and others, and the other sects also fought with each other.

The light of the sword mixed with the shadow of the sword, the hook and fork of the axe, and the fists and feet striking each other.

From time to time, some people screamed and had an arm cut off. Some people wailed, covered their hearts and fell to the ground. Some people remained silent, blood dripped from the corners of their mouths, and then their eyes became blurred and lost their breath.

More and more people fell into the mausoleum of the sweeping monk, their bodies covered with loess, and their bodies were covered with quilts on the ground and in the sky.

The bloody smell floated among the valleys, turning into circles of blood-red mist, which was then dispersed by the agitated cultivation.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were calm, he gently held Gu Nanyuan's jade hand, and he and Jia Ersan turned and left.

Behind him came Xuanyuan Yuheng's angry shouts and Sikong Bugui's curses, as well as the sounds of weapons clashing, the dull thud of swords sinking into flesh and blood, the sounds of broken bones, suppressed sounds of pain, wailing, and roaring...

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There was also a loud "boom" and the sound of gravel falling to the ground, which was the sound of the tomb door being forcibly broken open.

The roars of the powerful men rushing into the tomb reached the sky, and the dark sky curtain seemed to be shaking, and the evening stars were swaying.

Zhao Wujiang seemed to feel something. He looked back and saw strong men rushing into the tomb. In front of the door of the tomb, there was a man who ran against him. He was dressed in a dark robe and covered by a wide draped hat.
Chapter completed!