"Brother Hu, I just met Qin Gang and Li Quan, Hou of Zhenxi, and I gave Qin Gang the silk you gave me before."
Rong Xiang, as she spoke, looked at Hu Tianbao silently as if she were a little girl.
"Give it, give it. That thing is not an important object. You don’t have to worry about it. I don’t want to blame you if you are in charge. But then again, I’m not white. There are several experts who are older than you. They are more experienced in handling this matter than you, but you will still be in charge of it. Do you have to let me and you get involved in this matter? Can it be said that the big boss is worried about your safety before taking this opportunity to transfer you from Youdong first? "
Looking at Rong Xiang with heartache, Hu Tianbao doesn’t know what to do.
"I heard the master once said that Cui Changshi was involved. I heard that Cui Changshi did have some unusual behaviors recently. He has been in close contact with Pujing Cihang people recently. One of the elders, Cui Changshi, has always been at odds with the master. This time, the master can tell me to pay more attention to the moon’s own safety. From this incident, it is not difficult to see that the contradiction of master Cui Changshi may have intensified. The master is afraid that Cui Changshi will threaten me with the moon, so I am here to seek a breakthrough to deal with Zongmen."
At the thought of playing outside the hall at this time, my sister Rong Xiang not only looked sad.
"We can also take it one step at a time. After all, it’s the elders’ struggle. I haven’t been able to interfere too much. I hope this action can be smooth and profitable. That’s right. I have one more thing. Since I’m in charge, I secretly helped Ling Jianzong take Yun Ze. I didn’t ask us to help openly. Instead, I wanted to secretly help this. What’s this called? I’m Hu Tianbao. It’s the first time I’ve lived for most of my life that I’ve seen people help others so much."
In Hu Tianbao’s confusion, Rong Xiang thinks that she can’t understand this matter. She seems that it is more important to help Ling Jianzong than to help him secretly. At the very least, the mountain soldier helped him when he came to the world, which means that he is behind him. But now he is secretly helping Hu Tianbao, that is, he and Hu Tianbao go it alone. If this matter is not known to Ling Jianzong, even his identity in the eyes of Ling Jianzong will be the same as those who dare to compete with them, and those opponents will be even more embarrassed. After all, this battle for Yu Yunze is not an ally, then it is an enemy
This should be so good …
"Don’t talk about this. Brother Hu Xianger has something to ask for, and he will promise."
Suddenly Rong Xiang slowly knelt down in front of Hu Tianbao at a change of topic.
"Brother Hu must not listen to Xianger’s words, but he will be afraid that this Yanhu Island will become more and more chaotic in the next few days. If one day Xianger suffers misfortune, Xianger also hopes that Brother Hu can help me bring the moon back to Youdong, but after that, he must not let the moon take revenge for me, let alone tell her family history hatred, just let her live so heartlessly, and please ask Brother Hu to become."
A knock …
Two bumps …
Three knocks …
Rong Xiang’s behavior made Hu Tianbao’s heart extremely uncomfortable at this time. Rong Xiang was her childhood. In his eyes, Rong Xiang and Rong Yue’s two sisters were like his own daughters. Although he didn’t know that Yuwen Taiping would return to the Temple of God with two sisters covered in blood that day, he was still young at that time, but he could read all his hatred from the eyes of a little girl who was only a teenager and saw that the group in his heart had been trying to extinguish the flame of revenge all his life.
At that time, Hu Tianbao first contacted the two sisters. At that time, Rong Xiang was just twelve years old, but Rong Yue was still an infant.
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Wanghu building
"A stroke of Lingfeng flying and getting drunk, enjoying a little drunk lake makeup, fighting for a sword for 2000 miles, swimming for 50 paces, holding your head high and getting drunk, but you don’t know how to worry."
In the pavilion, an old man dressed in a light blue pigment is magnificently waving a pen in his hand, and the rice paper in front of him is wantonly created, but in front of him is Yan Lake at night.
Behind the old man is a small handsome white face with a pair of eyes like an eagle, but the eyes are desolate everywhere.
This old man who is still painting ink at the moment comes from Hehuazong Jianghu and is called the ghost Dan Danqing, while another who writes poems for the old man is a scholar from Zongning, the soul of the town.
"You are very cheerful, and you can still draw ink at this moment."
After a poem, Ning Xiucai looked thoughtfully at Dan Danqing, who turned his back on himself, and said,
"Isn’t it a pity that the lakes and mountains will not be recorded this time?"
Dan Danqing simply replied and continued to live in his hands.
"What a pity? Ok, I think how to draw ghosts is because I’m afraid I won’t have a chance to draw again after tonight? "
NingXiuCai continued to ask.
"That’s not to say that if you don’t have a chance to paint, you’re afraid you won’t see this moment. It’s so peaceful and peaceful."