[comprehensive] superior skills

The secret room was quiet, only the luminous pearl embedded in the wall exuded a faint white light.

Hua Ruling almost thought that he had heard it wrong, but when he chewed that passage over and over again, he realized that the hidden truth was so chilling.

His face twitched slightly, his voice trembling, "No wonder, no wonder."

No wonder the Iron Shoe Thief insisted on going to the Hua family to steal treasures back then, and the changed Song Wencao also came to Jiangnan every spring to see Lou'er. It turned out that everything was for the Jade Buddha.

It turned out that this seemingly accidental disaster was caused by himself.

He only hated why God didn't report this mistake to himself, but instead killed his youngest son for half his life.

For a moment, Hua Ruling felt that his heart and eyes were completely cold, and he said in a desolate voice: "According to what the palace master said, the old master knew that there were changes in the country?"

Song Ci glanced at his instantly aged face, and couldn't bear to say: "Father and son's nature cannot deceive people. No matter how much a person pretends to be, it is only flesh and blood, and love is the soul."

Just like the so-called son of the leader of the Western Demon Cult, anyone who has heard of his temperament can tell that for the Rakshasa Sect, Yu Tianbao is more like a decoration than a close relative of the leader.

Deep love and responsibility.

If a father doesn't even bother to do the most basic discipline, who can still feel that there is love between them?

Perhaps the only use of this ignorant, gambler and prodigal Yu Tianbao is to protect the real blood of the Yu family from disaster.

Just like the flower family in the past.

"Father."

Hua Manlou said softly, "The old lord did it as a last resort."

His voice was warm and peaceful, as if the person who was tortured and blinded was not himself.

This extremely gentle consolation made Hua Ruling, who was forced to endure it, burst into tears, "Of course he has no choice. If it were me, even if someone else died a hundred sons..."

As early as when she saw that the master was emotional, Song Ci took the initiative to avoid it. It was not until she heard this heart-wrenching words of hatred in pain and regret in hatred that she realized that her eyes staring at the pearl had become blurred.

Song Ci knew that the tempered heart in his chest would not shed tears, and it was the little girl who died at the age of five that really cried out in the depths of her soul.

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and swore in her heart: "May you join the Hua family in the next life, and be like pearls and treasures for generations to come."

After confirming that there would be no water marks left on his cheeks, Song Ci slowly raised his head, and inadvertently met another pair of silent eyes.

Those eyes seemed to melt into the rain and mist in the south of the Yangtze River again, faintly melancholy.

"The old man lost his temper."

After a while, Hua Ruling, who had regained her composure, cupped her hands, "Since the Palace Master has figured out this big secret, is there a way to break it?"

If it was normal, he would naturally be willing to avenge his youngest son himself, but now that the most terrifying Western Demon Cult and the mysterious Dragon Silk Palace are involved, the Hua family's snobbery alone is not enough.

Song Ci had no expression on his face, and said calmly: "Four words, return to the original owner."

In terms of resourcefulness, she may not be able to compare with the scheming king of Hanhai Kingdom and Yu Luocha, but when it comes to the trick of defeating ten with one force, no one in the world is better at playing it than her.

Since someone is doing everything possible to hide this secret, she must let them all go to their respective places.

"it is good!"

Thinking of the disillusioned old face of the lord of Hanhai Kingdom, Hua Ruling laughed heartily and said, "What a return to the original owner!"

Hua Manlou fell into deep thought, "If you want to return the property to its original owner, you can't do it with just a Jade Buddha."

"exactly."

Song Ci said unhurriedly: "We still lack a very important person."

"Who?" Hua Manlou asked.

Song Ci patted Jade Buddha's belly, "Yu Tianbao."

As night fell, gigantic palace lanterns depicting stunning beauties rose at the Guazhou Ferry where swallows danced and sang.

Those beauties either leaned on the plum blossoms or sighed at the moon, or danced with the wind of the turning lanterns. Their seductive gazes and charming and graceful figures captivated countless wealthy businessmen and rich merchants in the past.

When selling gold caves, it's not just hero bones that are sold.

The pipa is flicked lightly, accompanied by falling flowers and flowing water.

The flower boat decorated with bright gauze and delicate flower branches is floating on the river, and the girl in the cabin is coiled on the man's body.

The two distraught and infatuated people were entangled like a snake, and a lot of silver bills were scattered on the ground.

Hua Manlou, who landed on the bow of the ship, couldn't help bumping into such an embarrassing incident and hurriedly turned around to avoid it, but how could the ecstatic sound be blocked by a thin layer of ship planks.

Song Ci, who was one step behind, saw that he was about to fall into the river, and instantly understood what was going on.

After taking the medicine to bring him down, she drove the flower boat back to the shore, and found a poor man who could only spend time on the river embankment.

"Get the man inside dressed and bring it out, and the woman and the bank note will be yours."

The poor man clenched the few copper coins he sold for firewood, and stammered, "Really, really?"

Song Ci said lightly: "If you don't want to, I can go find someone else."

The poor man almost nodded his head and shouted excitedly: "I will!"

He jumped onto the plank and ran all the way into the inner cabin covered with heavy curtains.

After the rustling sound of rubbing, the flushed poor man came out holding the unconscious man, "Grandpa, what should we do with this man?"

"Emperor?"

Song Ci smiled mockingly, "Just throw it on the grass slope."

The poor man didn't know where the strength came from, he threw the man in his arms out, and watched him roll a few times and hit the stone steps.

"Thank you Engong!"

The poor man made a nondescript prostration, paddled his oars and drove a flower boat towards the river.

Hua ManLou looked at the figure of the poor man gradually going away and sighed, "I'm afraid that if we leave this time, we will be in danger."

Song Ci snorted softly, "What are you afraid of? Whether it's a blessing or a disaster, he is the only one who bears it."

There are many wild men loitering on the shore, but this one alone has no father, no mother, no relatives, and no reason.If you don't look for him, do you still look for those who have wives and children?

Now the money and the goods are settled, no matter what happens in the future, it is no different from others.

The medicine Song Ci administered was not heavy, and the man woke up not long after returning to the small building.

He was not panicked like ordinary captives, but tidied up his clothes before sitting at the table and pouring a cup of tea.

"You two have something to do with me?"

Hua Manlou stood in front of the window with his back on his back. He didn't turn around until he heard this sentence and asked, "How does Mr. Yu know if there is an affair or a grudge?"

Yu Tianbao smiled coldly, "If there is a grudge, can you let me live long enough to open my eyes?"

His eyes were as cold as a lone wolf's, at least a legendary rich man would never have such a look.

Song Ci couldn't help stabbing him, "So, you should also be very grateful to Yu Luocha for allowing you to live to this day?"

Yu Tianbao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Of course I am grateful to him. Is there anyone in the world who would not be grateful to his father?"

As he spoke, he tore off the jade crown that tied his hair and threw it on the ground, "There are only two pieces of jade in the world, one is placed on the imperial case of the current emperor, and the other is placed on the head of the only son of the Western Demon Cult leader. superior!"

Yu Tianbao's expression was like crying and laughing, hiding the madness of anger and bloodthirsty.

Once upon a time, he thought that his father would secretly look back at the other person's back over and over again like his childhood self; he also thought that he was born to be the proud son of heaven, and one day he would inherit the glory of his father's generation and become the son of the gods of the nine heavens and ten earths!

It's a pity that he didn't realize until he really grew up that maybe Yu Luocha's son was really a well-deserved son of heaven, but it was definitely not him.

As a helpless and lonely wild ghost, the only thing he can do is to keep his remnant soul and learn to survive like a wild dog in captivity.

Song Ci stepped forward to pick up the beautiful jade that was far more beautiful than poetry, "You are right. With this piece of jade, who would mistakenly recognize the son of Jade Raksha. But if you are not the son of Jade Raksha, you will still Who can it be?"

"Who else can I be?"

Yu Tianbao looked up to the sky and sighed, "I can still be a dead dog. If a dog is disobedient, what's the use of raising it?"

But if they could live, who would be willing to die?Especially dying like this without knowing why.

This sad word is like an invisible hand, gripping the bottom of my heart achingly.

Hua Manlou sighed sadly, opened the wooden box standing on the table, "Young Master Yu, what do you think this is?"

Yu Tianbao calmly walked to the table, raised the Buddha statue with heavy hands and looked at it, "A Jade Buddha."

Hua Manlou brought the candle closer, "So what now?"

The evil spirit appeared, and Yu Tianbao's eyes tightened suddenly, "Jade Buddha, Raksha, Jade Raksha!"

He didn't dare to guess the true meaning hidden in it, but he faintly felt that his chance to leave the Western Devil's Cult was at hand.

"This is a token sent to Hua's family by the Lord of Hanhai Kingdom 20 years ago."

Hua Manlou explained all the previous inferences, "Young Master Yu, if the prince of Hanhai Kingdom is not the blood of the old master, then where do you think the real prince will be?"

"A real prince?"

Yu Tianbao stepped back a few steps and sat slumped on the edge of the bed. He smiled miserably and said, "I don't do anything else. If I were the one who pretended to be fake, I would definitely use everything I had to make him die at the most appropriate time."

"But you're still alive."

Hua Manlou said, "If you want, you can live a better and longer life."

"What about the price?"

Yu Tianbao stared blankly at him, "How can a small border country resist the master of nine heavens and ten lands?"

"There is also Jiangnan Huajia."

Hua Manlou went on to say: "The only reason I'm looking for Young Master Yu is to hope that you can accompany me to send the Jade Buddha back to Hanhai Kingdom."

Yu Tianbao shook his head, "It's not that I underestimated the Hua family, but that you underestimated Yu Luocha. Over the past few decades, the Raksha Sect has long been the most mysterious and powerful force in the Jianghu. If it's an exaggeration, if Yu Luocha had any interest in the throne, the Zhu family would have died long ago."

"What if we add the Dragon Silk Palace?"

Song Ci flipped his hands and burst into tears, "Do you think the master of Longxiao Palace has the strength to fight against Yu Luocha?"

"Are you a villain with a thousand faces?"

Yu Tianbao stood up suddenly, staring at the man in brocade clothes who was only an inch away, "There are rumors in the world that you are a daughter..."

Song Ci smiled heartily, "Is it Ye Feiye? Since you know so many things, why ask more questions."

Yu Tianbao also laughed, as if he wanted to let out all the depression of these years, "I grew up in the Devil's Cult but never saw the true face of Yu Luocha. Is it God's compensation for me that I am lucky enough to meet the Palace Master today? !"

He slapped a jade tablet engraved with 72 Heavenly Demons and 36 Earth Demons on the table, "This thing has been with me for many years, and it should be returned to its original owner."

Hua Manlou took a closer look, "Is this the lord's token in the Heavenly Devil's Law?"

"Not bad!"

Yu Tianbao sneered: "People are fake people, how can jade tokens be taken seriously."

"Wait a minute."

Song Ci threw the jade tablet in his hand, "If it's so boring to return it so easily, you might as well return it in the same way as others."

Hua Manlou's eyes were full of smiles, "How are you doing?"

"Wait." Song Ci replied.

Hua Manlou asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Song Ci smiled and said, "Wait for me to make a small plan to make the fake appear, and wait for that friend who can help to appear."

Having said that, in fact, she didn't make Huamanlou wait any longer, and neither did the friends she made an appointment with.

When Sikong Zhaixing came to the small building, he was still wearing night clothes, and he seemed to be busy with a big deal.

He hastily took a sip of tea, "Tell me, why did you call me over in such a hurry."

Song Ci beckoned to the bird who was also busy all the way, "Please steal something."

Sikong Zhaixing didn't believe it, he glanced at the man he didn't know, "You still need someone else to steal it?"

Song Ci patted the wooden box on the table, and slowly pushed it over, "This is up to you."

Sikong Zhaixing didn't take it seriously until he opened the box.

There are neatly placed 12 yuan jade plaques that shine brightly and are as beautiful as the sky, and just one glance takes away all the hearts and souls of the visitors.

"Raksha card!"

Sikong Zhaixing is not an ignorant person, on the contrary, as a generation of godly thief, he naturally has the ability to appraise treasures that ordinary people can't match.

"To be precise, it is twelve Rakshasa cards."

Song Ci smiled like a cunning fox, "I want you to send these Rakshasa cards to the seven martial arts sects, the three great families, and Baiyun City in the South China Sea. The remaining one will be your reward."

Didn't Yu Luocha keep swearing to the sky that she would pass the Western Demon Cult to the person holding the Rakshasa card in a hundred years? She just wanted to make him dare not even think about dying.

As soon as the voice fell, the candle wick exploded, as if thunder was blowing in my ears.

Sikong Zhaixing suddenly felt that the hand that lifted the lid of the box was trembling.

Since the first time he succeeded in stealing treasure, he hasn't felt this way for many years.

How can a thief's hand go wrong, what's even more frightening is that his heart is trembling even more than his hands at this moment.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Sikong Zhaixing really wanted to close the box and pretend that he hadn't been here, but he just looked at Huamanlou in a strange way, "Aren't you going to persuade me?"

Hua Manlou tilted his head slightly, "Why should I persuade her?"

"Crazy, crazy!"

Sikong Zhaixing shouted: "Could it be that you want to be enemies of all the disciples of the Demon Sect in the world?"

Song Ci put on a straight face on purpose, "Are you going to fight me for the sake of all the demon disciples in the world? Or are you afraid to do this? If you admit it readily, I will take back my previous words and go find the number two in the world." Thief."

Thinking of the huge golden earthworm on the bottom of the sea, Sikong Zhaixing shivered, "Who else in this world would dare to call himself a thief except me?"

Holding the wooden box in his arms, he sighed bitterly: "I can deliver the goods, but there is a condition."

Song Ci smiled and asked, "Do you want shark tears?"

"Don't dare!"

Sikong Zhaixing quickly waved his hands, "I can't handle the catastrophe you caused! I just want to see it!"

Song Ci waved a blue pendant over, "So what if I lend you ten days to play with."

"readily!"

Sikong Zhaixing grabbed the cold gemstone, "For your words, I will send the Rakshasa card to every Patriarch even if my body is smashed to pieces!"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Cough, start doing it. _(:з」∠)_

In addition, Yu Tianbao is also a sad cannon fodder.

Happy every day, okay~~