Jiang Wen put the ancient bronze sword back into its lacquered wood scabbard, and then took two steps back to maintain a safe distance to express his sincerity in the peace talks.

"Your Holy Mother of Red Lotus is missing?"

The Liuding goddesses looked at each other, and one of them shook off her white gauze and responded coldly.

"Otherwise? If my sect hadn't been leaderless, how could you, a thief, be so arrogant!"

Jiang Wen also replied without giving in: "Then on the other hand, if I hadn't been living in seclusion and meditating, the Fuwei Escort Agency would be leaderless now. How could you guys have kidnapped my disciple?"

The other party frowned slightly, but were interrupted by Jiang Wen, "It's meaningless to care about these things now. I'm just curious about why you are targeting my apprentice? Could it be that now that things have happened, you still think this is a coincidence?

"

Once the two questions were raised, the other party was immediately speechless.

"The thing is like this. Someone released the news tonight, enticing a few of us to go to the Fuwei Escort Agency to inquire. Then we bumped into the disciple and mistakenly thought it was the saint who was in charge of the helm..."

Seeing Jiang Wen's thoughtful expression, the older Goddess Liu Ding also fell silent.

By now, they had already discovered that something was fishy. However, the two sides had just gotten angry and were annoyed by Jiang Wen's method of removing the firewood from the cauldron.

No matter what the reason was, after all, he was the one who started the provocation by kidnapping the other party's apprentice, and the other party's intention to kill was just a thought, and there was no need to argue over words.

"Previously, there was no news about my teaching, Hongyang Dharma Protector. Three days ago, the Holy Mother of Red Lotus Bodhisattva disappeared again. Our sisters were nowhere to be found in the city, so we mistakenly identified your disciple as..."

One of the six goddesses took the initiative and told them all about their current predicament.

"If your Holy Mother disappeared before, then a few days ago I fought with a ghost-faced man in Netherworld Alley..."

"Interestingly, that person also used these almost transparent threads!"

Jiang Wen was shocked. The Holy Mother of Red Lotus said that day that she was looking for Netherworld Alley, and he also met a ghost-faced man with an indistinguishable male and female voice in Netherworld Alley. Therefore, although the other party did not say it clearly, he almost wrote the words "White Lotus Sect"

It’s on the face, and now it seems like it’s the old suspicion formation?

After hearing this, Goddess Liuding quickly asked: "What does that man look like?"

Jiang Wen described it in detail: "Wearing a mask with upside-down facial features and a terrifying appearance, he is extremely skilled in light kung fu, and his martial arts skills are also unique. He has competed with me several times, and the opponent's internal strength is so profound that it is difficult to shake..."

Goddess Liuding discovered the flaw instantly.

"The appearance is similar, but the inner strength is definitely not that of the Red Lotus Holy Mother Bodhisattva! If the opponent still has the silk thread in his hand, then this person..."

The voice weakened, and the women in white gauze looked at each other. Apparently they had guessed the identity of the other party, but they were not willing to reveal it to Jiang Wen, so they just chattered secretly.

The next second, the sheathed sword in Jiang Wen's hand swung out again, cutting through all the commotion.

"Tell me quickly, what do you all know? And what news did you hear that made you take such a risk and go to Fuwei Escort Agency?"

Goddess Liu Ding, who was pointed directly at her with a sharp sword, looked forward to death and did not care at all about the threat in Jiang Wen's words.

"I sensed that someone was behind the scenes, allowing various forces to gather at Fuwei Escort Agency, trying to sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers."

But Jiang Wen waved his hand impatiently.

"Nowadays, many forces are gathering in Fuzhou City. No matter whose hands it falls into, your Red Lotus Virgin Bodhisattva is in danger. If you are willing to tell me the inside story, I won't mind rescuing her."

Goddess Liu Ding changed her color instantly. They did not comment on Jiang Wen's character, but they admired his martial arts. A master who could break through the rain of silkworms with his clever moves was definitely not an ordinary person. There was absolutely something to be said for it.

The confidence of these words.

"But why should we believe you?"

The youngest goddess Liu Ding still couldn't help but choked back.

Many times, having information means taking the initiative. Jiang Wen had previously sneaked into the nunnery and eavesdropped on the White Lotus Sect's conversations, and this immediately came in handy.

"Are you sure that the other party is not the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus? I guess there is a flaw in the martial arts. Cultivating a strong and yang internal force like mine, as the saying goes, is hard and easy to break, and the yang is not born. If it is used easily, it will easily lead to internal energy.

The body will be leaked and burned by the blazing sun, am I right?"

Putting aside the unfinished Nine-Yang Magic in Jin Yong's original work, there is a hidden danger that the inner energy will leak out uncontrollably, leading to the death of Master Jue Yuan. This simply shows that the cultivation and cultivation of inner energy here in Qingjianghu is particularly difficult. These are like time bombs.

If the inner strength is hidden in the body, various hidden dangers will inevitably arise.

Seeing the drastic change in the other party's expression, Jiang Wen continued calmly: "From the mysterious to the female, the roots are deep. There are two meridians of Ren and Du, one yin and one yang. The Ren meridian is the mother of yin blood, and the Du meridian is the father of yang energy. As for the

If the Yang Qi does not dissipate, where will death come from... The formula of your Holy Fire Kung Fu is nothing more than this, right?"

The six goddesses were stunned.

The Liuding Goddess was originally a saint from various branches of the White Lotus Sect. Naturally, she had practiced the Holy Fire Kung Fu for a few days. However, due to her talent, she modified the Jade Girl Anti-Seclusion Dafa. She and the Liujia Guxu Formation of the Liujia Divine General were both guardians.

important martial arts.

Therefore, the six Ding goddesses who gradually calmed down also started discussing.

"Did the person who sent the letter do it on purpose..."

"Impossible. The Holy Fire Technique of our religion is so profound that ordinary people will never know it..."

"Could it be that what you suspect is..."

All the evidence has been thrown out, Jiang Wen is very sure that the other party will tell him, or in this situation, they can only choose to believe in themselves, give them a little more time, I believe they will gain something.

At this time, Jiang Wen rescued Fu Ningdie and saw that the little girl was still sleeping soundly. He simply strolled around and looked around, taking in the historical pavilion in the middle of the lake.

There is a caisson above the pavilion of the water pavilion, with a crane carved in the center and bats around it. On weekends, the spring water surges and the blue waves appear, creating a sense of wealth and aristocratic history that cannot be blown away by the rain and wind. Interestingly, the stone carvings on the railings on both sides of the water pavilion are exquisite and delicate.

, there are petal patterns, ball patterns, and branch patterns scattered all over. The patterns of various colors are ancient and vigorous, and the knife skills are exquisite.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I can understand the caisson, but with the surrounding circle of dark sculptures, it seems that this is clearly a tomb... Which rich family can play this

This hellish art?”

Jiang Wen looked around intently. The layout of this waterside pavilion was invisible and difficult to gather energy. It seemed a little strange. Then he stepped on the edge of the lake platform and exerted a little force, breaking into the secret room with the door open.

Goddess Liu Ding was still chattering away when she suddenly noticed that Jiang Wen's figure had disappeared. She immediately chased him in a panic and broke into the dark room one after another.

"No trespassing in forbidden areas!"

But it was too late. Jiang Wen had already strolled into the secret room and saw at a glance the stone bed, the simple furnishings of the stone chairs, and the bluestone outer coffin parked beside the wall, which was built airtight.

A place where the dead rest.

The oil lamp swayed slightly in the wind. Jiang Wen was not surprised to see the coffin, but he was extremely surprised by the silent and deep chamber.

There were gusts of cold wind in the secret room, and the candle flames were swaying with all their strength, but they still could not illuminate this small area. In the huge mural in front of us, some of the warriors in white were holding pestles, some were equipped with swords, and some were holding whips.

Majestic, powerful, simple and vigorous, it seems like the fluttering clothes are about to come to life.

Goddess Liu Ding was horrified and wanted Jiang Wen to leave the secret room, but he was staring at a unique character in the picture.

This man has a strange and grotesque appearance, and his posture is ridiculous. He is holding a knife to cut open his face, making a funny face while facing the monk with a funny and ugly smile.

The practice of painting murals in tombs has been popular since ancient times. However, most of them are works of looking forward to the bliss of the afterlife, worshiping gods and Buddhas from afar, or recalling the tomb owner’s extravagant and leisurely activities during his lifetime. Very few people would paint insignificant things.

But at this time, in front of Jiang Wen, he saw a long scroll of murals that ran through the four walls of the secret room and connected from beginning to end. The corners seemed to have been cut out from somewhere.

The content of the picture is extremely complex, sparing no effort to depict the mountains, flowing water, green peaks and green trees. In the background there are countless mountains and mountains, the most obvious of which is a five consecutive dangerous peaks.

The people in the painting are faintly divided into two parts, standing facing each other. On one side are the monks in robes and sandals with no compassionate eyes, and on the other side are the masters in white clothes and red scarves with swords and spears like a forest. The two sides are converging in the empty valley. The painting

All the people in the painting were silent, their expressions were subtle and smooth, and their lines were strong and powerful.

Jiang Wen stared closely at the person in the center of the screen, his eyes full of inexplicable meanings. Even the sound of Goddess Liu Ding coming in to stop him was naturally forgotten by him.

Even though it has been weathered, the year of the inscription on this huge painting is still vaguely visible, but it contains a very unfamiliar year number - Dragon and Phoenix.

"You are here just in time. As far as I know, with the dragon and phoenix as the reign name, only Han Lin'er, who was the emperor in Bozhou at the end of the Yuan Dynasty for thousands of years. This waterside pavilion has strict rules and is like a mausoleum. Could it be that the person buried in the blue stone coffin is

Xiao Ming Wang Han Lin'er?"

Jiang Wen turned around, his eyes revealing confusion that was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it, "But why is the background of this painting under the Wuru Peak of Songshan Mountain?!"

Goddess Liu Ding looked surprised. One of them suppressed the objections of the others and whispered to Jiang Wen as kindly as possible.

"As you said, this is the coffin and tomb of King Xiao Ming of our religion. Please leave quickly!"

Jiang Wen added: "It's true. In the first year of the Dragon and Phoenix written in the painting, it should be Liu Futong, the general of the Red Scarf Army, who welcomed the fifteen-year-old Han Lin'er. Because of the saying that after the birth of King Ming, Maitreya descended, he was called the Little Ming King.

The capital was Bozhou, and the capital was changed to Dragon and Phoenix."

Goddess Liu Ding nodded and continued: "That's right. I taught Protector Liu Futong to welcome King Xiao Ming as the leader from Fenchuan Mountain in Muzhou. Leader Han learned the sacred book of the Holy Mother of Red Sky on the mountain, and his martial arts have been studied by heaven and man.

, his magic can summon gods and ghosts, so he convinced everyone in the sect at a young age."

Jiang Wen vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he still suppressed his doubts and continued to listen to what the other party said.

Slowly, the Six Ding Goddess chattered about the deeds of King Xiao Ming, including receiving immortal magic from Shengxian Mountain, teaching Qimen Dunjia, resolving the grievances of the martial arts heroes in the Central Plains, fighting and expelling the northern monks of Yuanting, and even

He used a trick to kill Chahan Timur, the king of Yingchuan in Runan, and his words were full of admiration.

Jiang Wen raised the oil lamp and stared closely at a young man in white in the mural. A few strokes of his strokes outlined endless high-spiritedness. Surrounded by so many people, it was difficult to connect him with the mediocre puppets who died in the river in history.

Together.

Jiang Wen is a man with a lot of heart. Regardless of national history and family history, the historical practice of compiling history is not only the habit of slandering political opponents and making small talk, but also the custom of beautifying the king and hiding for the respected...

Seeing Goddess Liu Ding's eyes admiring the man in the mural, Jiang Wen thought a lot at that moment, and even began to wonder if he had accidentally fallen into the relationship of some ancient idol trainee from the Yuan Dynasty who had been out for hundreds of years.

A gang?

"And after the new leader took office, he used his troops to fight in succession until the third year of Dragon and Phoenix. He even divided his troops into three groups for the Northern Expedition to attack Dadu. What the mural in the secret room tells about is that before the Northern Expedition, Leader Han took Hongyang with him.

I taught a group of civil and military personnel to visit the Shaolin Temple, an ancient temple in Songshan Mountain, to resolve the grudges caused by the previous leader of Fangla..."

Hearing this, Jiang Wen couldn't help it. Originally, the Han Lin'er he heard was just a puppet who supported him and did nothing until the 26th year of Zhizheng, when he was drowned in the Guazhou River by Liao Yongzhong, a general under Zhu Yuanzhang.

But what the Goddess Liu Ding said about Han Lin'er, the wise god of which world line, was clearly Zhang Wuji's script, right?

"This seems different from what is written in the book..."

However, before Jiang Wen finished speaking, Goddess Liu Ding took the lead.

"Hmph, those are all intentional slanders by the traitor Zhu Chongba. When he was compiling the history of the Yuan Dynasty, he insulted our religion as a 'monster'. He was really shameless!"

Jiang Wen thought about it for a while and it seemed that he was the same. In order to respect the integrity of the Ming Dynasty, the history editors in the Ming Dynasty tried their best to eliminate the superior-subordinate relationship between Zhu Yuanzhang and the Longfeng regime. Fortunately, Gao Dai's "Hongyou Lu" and He Qiaoyuan's "Famous Mountain Collection" and other private writings of the Ming Dynasty left them
To be continued...