In the dark room, a woman in red was sitting faintly.

There was a piano in front of her and an incense burner next to her.

There were also a few black bamboos like black jade on both sides of her side.

"It's just a weak woman from a deceased family. She knew some ways to save her life, which made Mr. Zhao Si laugh."

The black smoke curled up in the incense burner, and the figure of the woman in red seemed to shake in the air, as gloomy as a ghost. However, her voice was surprisingly clear, gentle, and indescribable, making people feel comfortable when they heard it, making the whole dark room warm.

The handsome young man let go of his frown slightly, and a trace of anger on his face slowly dissipated.

"Why should Miss Shang be humble?"

He saluted the woman in the room, then walked into the dark room calmly and sat down opposite the woman in red.

In front of the woman in the red shirt, there was a thin black gauze curtain, and he looked at the woman in the red shirt through the curtain.

The young man with thick eyebrows who had been following him also bowed to the woman in red shirt outside the door, but he didn't enter the door, but just turned around and stood at the door.

"Mr. Zhao Si sent someone to send a message saying that he had something to discuss with me, but I don't know what was going on?"

The woman in red dress gave a bow behind the curtain and then asked slowly.

Her voice was soft, but her speed and tone were all comfortable.

The pretty young man looked at the woman in red shirt behind the curtain. This hero who actually controlled most of the illegal business in the fish market. He nodded slightly, "My junior brother Zhao Zhan was killed by Ye Celen. Miss Shang must have known about this."

The woman in red shirt said in a soft voice: "Mr. Zhao Qi is one of the most famous men in the world. It is really a pity to die once."

The beautiful young man gradually raised his eyebrows.

Just like the moment when Zhao Zhan saw Ye Ce Leng step into the yard, his body began to exude an unspeakable courage and charm, an unspeakable sharpness.

"The death of my junior brother will be known in a few days." He said calmly: "But why my junior brother lurks in Changling and why he dies in Changling, but few people will know the reason."

The woman in red shirt said, "The weak woman is dull and does not understand what Mr. Zhao Si means."

The pretty young man looked at the woman in red shirt behind the gauze curtain and continued, "You Qin Dynasty practitioners have been chasing our sword furnaces the most. Our sword furnaces, not in Changling, as long as they live in any big city in your Qin Dynasty, they will inevitably be noticed. My junior brother knew this and was not afraid of life and death. He lived in Changling for three years not to assassinate someone alone, but to find what left by that person."

The woman in red was silent, but her body began to tremble slightly, and several black bamboos beside her seemed to shake in pain.

Even though she is already one of the most powerful people underground in Changling, she is an existence that everyone entering the fish market must respect and fear, but when she thinks of that person's name, she still feels painful.

Many times, I don’t want to mention that person’s name is just because of helplessness and pain, and because I don’t want to think of so many painful things.

Just like the most powerful existence of Zhao Jianlu in front of her.

Zhao Jianlu's people would not be afraid, but Jianlu was destroyed because of that man, but now he still wanted to rely on the things left by the man to fight against the practitioners of the Qin Dynasty. This is a huge pain in itself.

The beautiful young man continued calmly and coldly: "My junior brother is naturally not afraid of death, but if there is no trace of clue, I will naturally not allow him to throw his life in Changling at will. Moreover, his life is worth more than the lives of most people in the world."

The gauze curtain shook slightly, and after a few breaths, the woman in red whispered: "It's really the same as the rumor. Did that person's disciple appear?"

The pretty young man looked at the red shirt behind the gauze curtain and said slowly: "You know that man has many enemies, but there are also many old subordinates. After his death, most of his old subordinates ended up miserably, and there were not many elderly, weak, women and children left behind. Perhaps it was a coincidence that the man from my sword furnace discovered a killed thief. The thief should have not died at that time and died of excessive bleeding when he fled to the wild. The thief was covered with superficial injuries, and the sword wounds were connected continuously."

The woman in red was shocked again: "Grinding stone sword technique?"

The beautiful young man said coldly: "I later checked it myself and it was the Grinding Stone Sword. The Grinding Sword Skill was created by the man, and it was specially used to deal with practitioners who were too powerful in protecting the body. Judging from the sword marks, the sword caster was only at the first level of cultivation at that time, and the thief was already at the second level. There should be such a gap in cultivation, so he used the Grinding Sword Skill to deal with it. Then we carefully looked up the previous traces of the thief and found that the thief might want to rob a nearby village, and in that village, there were several women and children who were the old family members of the man."

The woman in red shirt was silent for a few breaths, "I believe Mr. Zhao Si's judgment, but for me, if the person dies and revenge is gone, it has nothing to do with me whether the man leaves a true disciple."

“But we can live better.”

The beautiful young man sneered: "Even though many people fear us, we all know that we are just lonely ghosts with invisible light."

"No one will refuse strength, and no one will refuse to live a better life." The handsome young man paused, looked at the Sequoia woman behind the curtain, and added coldly.

"It seems that Mr. Zhao Si wants me to help to see if he can find some clues from the old family of that man." The woman in red was silent for a few breaths and said sincerely: "I respect Mr., but I am a Qin person after all."

The beautiful young man shook his head and said to himself: "What's the relationship between the Qin people and the Zhao people now? Our dynasty has been destroyed for so many years. Is the trick that King Zhao Liu shouted was useful when our dynasty was destroyed? It's just a personal grudge. The world's general situation is already like this. Am I still stupid enough to think that with the few broken swords of the sword furnace, can we rebuild our dynasty?"

The woman in red shirt thought about it.

She knew that the fourth entry in the legendary sword furnace, who was called Mr. Zhao Si, was recognized as the highest level among all the true disciples of the sword furnace.

Now she knew that this realm was not just the realm of cultivation.

So she wanted to talk seriously and see this person clearly.

Several black bamboos beside her swayed slightly, as if the wind was blowing, and the black gauze curtain in front of her also swung open and closed to one side.

The beautiful young man felt the faint energy of heaven and earth on the black gauze curtain, and couldn't help but look trembling, and said sincerely: "It turns out that Miss Shang is also proficient in the arrangement of magic circles."

"It made the sir laugh again."

The voice of the woman in red clothes sounded even more comfortable. She saw the face of the pretty young man clearly. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised when she saw the legendary Mr. Zhao Si was much younger than she had expected.

The pretty young man also saw her face clearly.

He was also surprised.

Her facial features are not particularly beautiful, her skin is a bit sickly white, but her expression is particularly quiet and peaceful. Her pupils are very distinctive, especially black and bright. The red skirt on her body is very long, completely dragged on the ground, covering her feet.

Moreover, there seemed to be no hatred in her eyes. Her expression was like some Buddha statues in the temple, looking at sentient beings with compassion.

The two of them looked at each other, and the dark room fell silent for a moment.

"I hope to listen to the detailed explanation of the sir." The woman in red dress did not make any moves and spoke first, breaking the tranquility.

“There are two things.”

The handsome young man looked solemn. He sat upright, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "The first thing is that since I have told Miss Shang the real secret of my junior brother's death in Changling, I just hope that if Miss Shang really finds that person's disciple, I will definitely try to tell me the sword furnace. Because I talked with the lady before, I knew that the lady was open-minded by nature, and even respected that person's disciple, and had no hatred for that person."

The woman in red nodded: "I can agree to this point sir."

The beautiful young man nodded and thanked him, and then said, "The second thing is to ask Miss Shang to help you pay attention to the whereabouts of those people in the Great Wei Dynasty. After getting the news, they may get clues about Gushan Jianzang."

"The practitioners of Yunshui Palace also appeared in Changling? Gushan Jianzang?" The woman in red could not believe it.

The beautiful young man bowed deeply and said solemnly: "If you can get that person or some things hidden in Gushan Sword, the sword furnace is willing to share with Miss Shang. In the future, the sword furnace will definitely ensure that Miss Shang is fully equipped."

The woman in red shirt naturally knew the weight of this beautiful young man's words.

She didn't say anything anymore, she just returned the courtesy deeply.
Chapter completed!