"What are you doing with me?" At the end of a jungle, a lady suddenly turned around and looked at a big tree and asked in a deep voice.

No one responded.

"Hmph, don't hide. Just your tricks, don't escape my magic eyes! Come out."

"What am I following you? Who said I followed you? I followed the road, not you, hehe."

A man walked out from behind the tree with a smile. He was in his thirties and was burly. It was Zhang Liuqi.

"Ha!" The lady laughed, "Since you have been creeping behind me, do you think I don't know? - Since you said you were following the road rather than me, do you know where this road leads?"

"Of course it leads to a certain place I want to go, but I can't tell you what it is."

"Then I'll tell you. I hope you will have the courage to go on after hearing this." The lady curled her lips and smiled: "It leads to the Yue Family Sword Sect, which is the nest of Yue Song, your mortal enemy of Liuru Sect..."

"Ah?" Zhang Liuqi's face changed color.

"Haha, are you scared?" The lady despised him.

"You are wrong," Zhang Liuqi still did not reply and calm, but soon found a reason to refute: "A mere Yue Song is not in Zhang's eyes. What I am worried about is that the boy named Guan goes straight to Yue's nest. Have they already secretly colluded? Then the two treasures of this sect..."

"Don't pretend to be garlic in front of me. If you are not afraid of him, what if the treasure falls on his hands? What should I worry about? You're not going to come to the door and get it? I saw fear in your eyes, so I'm very suspicious. Do you still dare to look for him?"

"Hmph, what's there to dare! Who am I afraid of!"

"Okay, I'm worthy of being Zhuang Mengdie's apprentice. But even if you really have such courage, are you sure to defeat him? In front of my old woman, you can't get any benefits, let alone Yue Song?"

"I heard that you are so awe of the old man named Yue. Can his martial arts be better than that of the family master?"

"Not to this, but it is easy for him to defeat you and me."

"So you're going to die?"

"Haha, if I were alone, it would be no different from dying, but aren't we two now?"

"Do you want me to work with you to deal with Yue Song?" Zhang Liuqi's small triangular eyes were almost wide open.

"I'm sorry for you, I'll be here for a while. I'll meet my father and let your companion go!" Yue Shenghong grabbed Guan Qianjian's arm with one hand.

He felt her nails penetrate deep into the flesh.

Why did she suddenly feel so nervous?

"Why can't you let them go now?"

"Because I'm afraid you will run away, haha." She smiled brightly.

"You don't trust me?"

"No. I have a lot of things to say to you!"

After saying that, she ran away, as if she didn't dare to stop for a moment.

But Guan Qianjian didn't have the patience to wait for her to come back. He was eager to see Yue Feng's true appearance, and even more eager to find out the whereabouts of the sword's secret book.

So when Yue Shenghong turned a corner, he quietly spread behind her.

Coming out of the cave, following her through the corridor and coming to a hall. Guan Qianjian saw two people sitting quietly in the hall from a distance.

There is a horoscope on the left, with a slightly lower eyebrows and a white eyebrow. It is over fifty years old.

Guan Qianjian was shocked and hidden behind a pillar. After a long time of calming down, he was so similar to Yue Song. He must be Yue Feng. Seeing his every move and demeanor was calm, he was not inferior to his brother, and his martial arts must be not weak.

Looking at the person next to him, he looked very handsome and elegant. He was in his early thirties and his expression showed endless tranquility and self-adaptation, indifferent and peaceful.

Yue Song picked up the teacup and made a gesture to invite the guest. The man raised his glass. The two of them took a sip and slowly put down the teacup without saying a word.

When he looked up, Yue Shenghong entered the door.

The guest grinned and made a hoarse sound of "ahhhh". He stood up and spread his arms, bent down, and compared Yue Shenghong's head and feet. Then he stood up straight, wiped one hand over her head, cut it on his chin, and cut it into the tip of his nose. He looked back at Yue Feng and smiled. It seemed that she had grown a lot taller.

Guan Qianjian saw that this man was a mute.

"Uncle Yuchen!" Yue Shenghong called out excitedly before turning to Yue Feng,—"Dad."

Yuchen nodded to her repeatedly, suddenly frowned again, raised his fingers to pick up the fabric on her shoulders, and looked at her in confusion.

Yue Feng also changed his face and asked, "What the hell are you trying to do? Who are you mourning for?" It turned out that Yue Shenghong had worn mourning for Yue Dong when he heard that his uncle was dead.

"Dad has been away from home for a few days, and uncle is dead!" Yue Shenghong lowered his head.

"What? He died? How could he die!" Yue Feng slapped the table with one hand, stood up with anger on his face.

"..." Yue Shenghong was a little at a loss for her father. It was better to say that her father felt sad about the unfortunate news.

"How did you die? Have you seen it with your own eyes? Where is the corpse?" Yue Feng asked further.

"I haven't seen it, it was just what Yue Dong said in person, and he buried it himself..."

“Where is buried?”

"Their back mountain..."

"Where is the Yuedong people? I'll ask him."

"He was injured and lay down in the back room to rest."

Yue Song said nothing, and left without greeting the guest Yuchen. He muttered: "I will be buried without waiting for me to come back, hum! Won't I dig you out?"

"Did you be killed by the people from Liurumen?" he asked as he walked.

"I don't know..." Yue Shenghong didn't have time to think about his father's attitude towards his uncle, and he felt panic: Although his father and uncle were not in harmony, they might still have to avenge him for his uncle. What should I do? If I had known that he would let him run away first, there would always be a chance to meet in the future!

Yue Dongping lay on the bed, gauze wrapped around his neck, dying.

"Uncle..." He looked at the top of the tent and shouted with anger.

"Yes." Yue Song stood in front of the bed and stared at his nephew sternly, "Is your father really dead?"

"Yes, yes, my father is dead...Uncle, you have to make the decision for me..."

"Don't worry about this. Tell me, who killed him."

"He is... Guan Qianjian!" Yue Dong gritted his teeth and spit out these three words.

"Is it Guan Qianjian who delivered a letter to Liurumen? His martial arts are not as good as your father and son who are dead and injured."

"He, he is a trick... a trick, a lot of things..."

"So he also took back the sword secret book? Where is he now?"

Yue Dong secretly called out that although his father's plan was wonderful, he did not expect that there were so many changes in the middle. Now I asked my uncle to ask this. If he had a good deal of confronting Guan Qianjian and knew that the thing was still in the hands of our father and son, wouldn't it be very troublesome?

But under Yue Feng's stare, he did not hesitate or compile the lies, so he had to vaguely say: "Yes, yes,———in the cave..."

"You said someone else was in a cave?"

"Not that! Dad--" Yue Shenghong shouted, "The secret sword book fell on Guan Qianjian's hands!"

"So is the secret sword in the cave?"

“Not…”

"What's the mystery of you two? Where is the thing?"

"I don't know where the thing is, but I know it must not be in Guan Qianjian's hands, because he once pressed Yue Dong to our house to ask for it, saying that you borrowed it from Dad..." After that, he looked at Yue Dong and told him not to argue.

"Is there such a thing?" Yue Feng glared at his nephew.

Yue Dong knew it was difficult to justify himself, so he tilted his head and fainted.

Yuchen was proficient in medical skills and hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed to take his pulse.

Yue Feng knew that Yue Dong was pretending to be like this, and sneered, and did not point it out. He thought to himself: When I find the Guan person and confront him in person, you will still dare to lie. He turned around and asked his daughter: "Is Guan Qianjian trapped in the cave by you with fossil water? Is that what he meant?"

"Dad wants to kill him?" Yue Shenghong asked back in fear.

"If you are afraid of seeing it, don't follow me." He quickly walked out.

Yue Shenghong pulled Yuchen and followed closely behind, feeling cruel in his heart: "If Dad kills him, I will jump off the cliff!"

Guan Qianjian hid outside the door and heard Yue Dong's "confession", and was shocked: "The thing was not borrowed by Yue Feng, so it must be in his hands. Good guy, not only lied to me, but also his uncle was hiding it!" He didn't know the various conflicts between their brothers and uncles. He thought, "If he really succeeded in the cave, wouldn't the sword secret book be drowned forever?"

When the three of them walked away, he flashed into the room, picked up the sword on the table, and put it on Yue Dong's neck.

When Yue Dong heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed, he felt a chin cold, thinking that his uncle Yue Feng was coming to test whether he was really fainting. He did not move and his eyes closed tighter.

"If you don't open your eyes, you will never think about opening your eyes."

Yue Dong was startled, his eyes suddenly opened, staring at the top of the tent like a copper bell. - Guan Qianjian! This time he was dead...

"I didn't expect that I could still walk out of the hole?"

Yue Dong was speechless and opened his mouth miserably. He really never dreamed of it.

"I can't trap me by just slashing stones!" He said this on purpose, which seemed unpredictable and profound, which puts more pressure on Yue Dong.

"Yes..." Yue Dong showed a flattering expression on his face, but at this moment he really didn't have the interest to flatter.

"I'll give you one last chance to tell the truth."

He didn't even point out what the other party wanted to say.

Only in this way can the enemy be even more panicked.
To be continued...