General, Madam Called You To Farm

Su Xiaoxiao didn't expect to see Leng Ziling here.

Fusu and Yu Chixiu saw with their own eyes that Leng Ziling was crushed under the boulder in the secret room, and the stone door of the secret room was also closed.

It stands to reason that even if Leng Ziling was not crushed to death by the boulder, he would starve to death inside.

Su Xiaoxiao thought again and guessed the key point.

It seems that their previous guess was correct—Uncle Han went to Suibeiguan not only to find Gastrodia elata, but also to bring back the relics of Emperor Wu of the previous dynasty.

Uncle Han went to the secret room, found the seriously injured Leng Ziling, and brought him back to the Hall of the Holy Maiden.

Leng Ziling has a tenacious heart, not to mention comparable to Wei Xu, but he is by no means easily tamed.

Unless——Leng Ziling voluntarily.

Su Xiaoxiao beheaded Leng Jue, but Leng Ziling probably didn't take it seriously.

But with Leng Zhao's death, Leng Ziling will definitely not let it go.

He wants to avenge his own father, so he is willing to become the executioner of the saint.

Then things get complicated.

At that time, Leng Ziling watched Fusu and Yu Chixiu take away the relics of Emperor Wu with his own eyes. Did he tell the saint the news?

... He didn't tell!

Must not have told!

Leng Ziling has been at the border for many years, he has met Wei Xu, even fought against Wei Xu, and was praised by Wei Xu.

It was impossible for him not to recognize that the person in the portrait was Wei Xu.

The Leng family and the Wei family were incompatible, and Leng Zhao was forced to death by the Wei family. Although there was no obvious evidence, who could guess?

If you kill my father, then I will kill your father too——

Leng Ziling would not have second thoughts.

Ever since he was sure that Wei Xu was still alive and had a relationship with the saintess of Southern Xinjiang, he had planted a revenge plan in his heart.

Therefore, he will definitely not tell the Nanjiang saint who he is, nor let the saint know that he knows Wei Xu.

And since he didn't know Wei Xu, he naturally couldn't know Wei Ting and his confidant, the dark guard.

He could only tell the saint that someone had taken things away, but I don't know who they were.

Not only is the saint using Leng Ziling, but Leng Ziling is also using the saint.

The saint asked him to capture Wei Xu alive, but Leng Ziling would definitely not do so.

He will kill Wei Xu——

They're gone.

Yin Xiaodie whispered.

There was no one else in the Cangdian Pavilion, and the two came out from behind the bookshelf.

Thinking of the scene just now, combined with the recent events in the Temple of the Holy Maiden, Yin Xiaodie asked: Is the Holy Maiden looking for the assassin from that night?

No. Su Xiaoxiao said firmly.

How do you know? Yin Xiaodie asked.

Su Xiaoxiao said without changing her face: That person doesn't look like that kind of sneaky person at first glance.

Yin Xiaodie recalled the man in the portrait and couldn't disagree.

The man is full of righteousness and heroism. Compared with an assassin, he is more like a general fighting on the battlefield.

Su Xiaoxiao asked: Why are the masters in the Temple of the Holy Maiden so powerful?

Yin Xiaodie thought of the black-robed master just now: Are you referring to those people? They are different from normal masters, they are all puppets, they have no thoughts of their own, they are not afraid of death or pain, they are no different from walking dead. It has already surpassed many masters. In addition, they also used drugs to improve their skills.

Su Xiaoxiao murmured: It's almost like a dead man.

Yin Xiaodie corrected: The dead men mainly use exercises, and their exercises are the opposite of ordinary ones. At the cost of overdrawing their lifespan, there will be a period of weakness for a few days after the battle, but the dead don't have to use it every day. Take medicine, except for life and death.

Of course Su Xiaoxiao knew the situation of the dead man, so she continued to lead her to ask, What kind of medicine is that? Can ordinary people take it?

Yin Xiaodie immediately became serious: No! That kind of medicine is addictive, and you can't leave it anymore after taking it. Don't use this method to improve your martial arts!

Su Xiaoxiao smiled slightly: I won't.

The little boy has a good heart.

Since it is an addictive drug, withdrawal is enough.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the bookshelf beyond her reach: Ah, I haven't found it after searching for a long time. It's getting late, let's go back first.

Yin Xiaodie asked: Are you sure you don't want to look anymore? Which book do you want, I can help you find it.

Seeing that she was so serious, Su Xiaoxiao stood on tiptoe and took a copy of Southern Xinjiang Calendar from above: So it's here.

Yin Xiaodie expressed her disappointment: That's all. I have it at home. I told someone to bring it to you. You can take it home and have a look. I'll ask someone to talk to Elder Yin.

Su Xiaoxiao squeezed the little fat on her face: Thank you, little one.

Yin Xiaodie became angry like a puffer fish in a second: What's the matter with calling it a little bit when it's used up? !

Su Xiaoxiao had to hurry to find Wei Ting and inform them that Leng Ziling was going to kill Wei Xu.

But when she got to their residence, she found that Wei Xu was not there, and he had gone out to sneak away from his little grandson.

You said that Leng Ziling is here? Wei Ting said with eyes fixed.

Su Xiaoxiao nodded: He took refuge in the saint.

Wei Liulang asked: Xiaoqi, you have fought against Leng Ziling, how is his martial arts?

Wei Ting raised his eyebrows and said, It's a little worse than me...

Wei Liulang: Speak human words!

Wei Ting said solemnly: In Leng's family, he is the one with the highest martial arts. Dad was right in boasting back then. His aptitude is not inferior to his brothers.

Wei Liulang frowned: Why not you?

Wei Ting said brazenly: I'm the number one scholar, and dad didn't compare me with him!

Everyone in the family thought that Wei Ting had been a civil servant all his life, so Wei Xu did not include Wei Ting when he said that Leng Ziling's talent was not inferior to that of his son.

Wei Liulang: There seems to be something wrong, but I can't tell.

Gui Bu sacrificed the coercion of his elder brother, and used his blood to suppress the two stinky younger brothers who were choking each other.

Wei Ting said solemnly: Look for dad first.

Leng Ziling has excellent aptitude, and now he uses the medicine from the Temple of the Holy Maiden to forcibly improve his skills, while Wei Xu is going through a period of weakness and withdrawal, and his condition is not stable.

He couldn't be allowed to run into Leng Ziling.

Gui Bu, Wei Liulang and Wei Ting split up to look for it.

Su Xiaoxiao and Mei Ji also went.

The killer stayed behind to protect Wei Qing.

Wei Qing was sitting in a wheelchair, and a chess game was set up under the big locust tree in the yard.

Come out.

He said calmly.

The killer looked around warily.

A man in a black cloak descended from the roof and walked towards Wei Qing in a leisurely manner.

Wei Erlang, long time no see.

The killer frowned.

When the other party appeared, I didn't realize it.

Wei Qing smiled lightly: I haven't shown up for so long, I thought you wouldn't come.

The man sat down on the stone bench opposite Wei Qing: If I don't come, how will this chess game go down?

Wei Qing continued to place pieces: Yes, the pieces are all in place, we just wait for the person who holds the chess to control the board.

The man's slender fingertips picked up a sunspot and landed on the center of the chessboard: We are each a chess piece, and each of us is a standard bearer. No one can stay out of this chess game.

Wei Qing looked at him with a half-smile: Even you can't?

I'd rather—

The man was only halfway through speaking when Su Xiaoxiao came back.

Second brother! I forgot to tell you one thing!

She walked through the main room to the backyard, looked at the half-played chess game on the table, and asked, Huh? Who are you playing chess with?

Wei Qing smiled calmly: I played it casually, what do you want to tell me?

Su Xiaoxiao looked up at the windless leaves, and pointed to the empty stone bench opposite Wei Qing: Is there really no one here just now?

Why does it feel like someone has been here?

But it shouldn't be possible, who's lightness kung fu is so good that it disappears in the blink of an eye?

Who is the boss, did you guess? Ask for a few monthly tickets for the boss, and charge six thousand.

I fell in love with writing short stories recently, and I want to write articles of less than one million words in the future. This should be my last long article.