Chapter 446

The clothes on the two white bones still exist, and the general clothes are only preserved for decades. It can be seen that the death time of the two white bones will not be too long.

From the clothes, there was a man and a woman. The man was wearing a gray sermon and the woman was wearing a white robe. On each of the two white bone chests, a long sword was inserted. The long sword pierced the sternum and passed through the chest.

These two long swords have gone through many years of vicissitudes, but they are still cold and shining. They must not be ordinary weapons.

"A man and a woman, is this martyrdom or killing each other at the same time?" Lao Luo checked and said.

Jiang Wuchen squatted down and looked at their relics carefully. There was a belt that looked good around the man's waist. Nine times out of ten, the belt was a storage container, similar to the heaven and earth bag in his hand.

Jiang Wuchen unties the belt and injects the spirit of yuan. An illusory space is opened. The belt is really a storage. Unfortunately, there is nothing valuable in it except some basic pills and a few books.

However, this belt itself is also good. It is of some use to the venerable. Below the venerable, it is useless because there is no spirit of yuan.

"I don't know whether this man is Xuanji or not. If he is, it's OK." Jiang Wuchen said and took down the long swords in the hands of two white bones.

There are two words written on the long sword in the man's white bone palm, Xuanji.

The long sword in the female white bone palm says, Xuanqing.

"Master Jiang, I'm afraid this man is Xuanji. The ancient sword was inseparable from him. If it was Xuanji's long sword, it would never be used by others," Lao Luo said.

Lao Luo is right.

If the Chinese people wear swords, they usually don't give them to others except themselves. Nine times out of ten, the skeleton is Xuanji, and the woman's name should be Xuanqing.

From the name, these two should be martial brothers and sisters, or martial sisters and brothers. I don't know why they want to draw swords to kill each other!

To Jiang Wuchen's disappointment, although these two long swords are not ordinary tools, they can't reach the level of magic tools. At most, they are quasi magic tools.

It seems that the cultivation of Xuanji is not very high. It is not difficult for ordinary worshippers to get a magic weapon.

"Xuanji is dead. Unfortunately, Lao Nie's soul has been taken there by him. Maybe... It has disappeared and can't be found." Jiang Wuchen is a little lost.

"Master Jiang, how about these two bones?"

"Bury it."

"Is it buried together or separately?"

"They kill each other. If they are lovers, they should not be like this. Nine times out of ten they are enemies or hate because of love. Since there is hate, there is no need to be buried together and buried separately." Jiang Wuchen said.

"Yes!" Lao Luo found a place with slightly soft geology and began to dig a pit.

Jiang Wuchen wandered around the mysterious cave. The cave here was dug by manpower. I'm afraid it consumed a lot. Unfortunately, it was so abandoned.

When Lao Luo buried two white bones, he walked out of the cave.

"When I came to Xuankong cave this time, I was going to fight a big war." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

Lao Luo nodded, "I'm ready to die. I didn't expect Xuanji to die long ago."

"Ten years ago, he was still alive. I'm afraid he died after he came back from Haichuan. Although he is a cultivator, he has bad intentions... He deserves to die. Unfortunately, Lao Nie, his soul can't be found, so he can only......" Jiang Wuchen's face was helpless.

Lao Luo couldn't help asking, "master Jiang, this old NIE is..."

"An old friend, I have a promise with him. I'm afraid it's difficult to complete it." Jiang Wuchen sighed.

They walked out of the cave with Python skin and some Python meat. Before dark, they returned to the airport. When they returned to the capital again, it was still dark.

In winter, the haze in the capital was more serious, but it snowed again. The plane circled in the air for a long time before finding a suitable opportunity to land.

Because Jiang Wuchen had orders, the captain prepared a Mercedes Benz Maybach this time. Jiang Wuchen got on the bus, Lao Luo drove and slowly left the airport.

Jiang Wuchen took out his mobile phone and dialed you Wu, which rang twice. You Wu answered quickly, "Jiang Shi..."

"Well, has Qinglong film and television finished?"

"I'm talking..." you Wu whispered.

At the moment, Jiang Wuchen heard a arrogant voice on the phone, "little boy, you haven't grown up yet. You just learn to buy from others and ask me how much I'm willing to sell? Hahaha, how much can you give? Do you know how much I earn a day?"

Then there was a wild laugh.

Jiang Wuchen frowned slightly, "where are you?"

"Qinglong Hotel," you Wu whispered.

"OK, I'll go right away." Jiang Wuchen said and hung up his cell phone. Lao Luo moved quickly. He had found the location of Qinglong Hotel on the navigation and sped away.

Along the way, snowflakes flew from ice crystals to goose feather snow.

"It's almost Christmas," Lao Luo said with a smile.

Jiang Wuchen is a little numb. He is not interested in festivals, especially foreign festivals. However, a few years ago, he also had a Christmas party, looking for a lot of women, wearing christmas underwear, and posing for his luck.

Qinglong hotel is already in the eastern suburb. There is also a small film and Television City in this area, which is also under Qinglong group. The annual expenses of tourism, shooting, advertising and other expenses of this film and television city are not a small income.

Moreover, a large number of hotels, restaurants and intermediary service industries have been driven around the film and Television City, with thousands of actors and actresses.

More than half of the actors and actresses who daydream leave when the ruthless reality smoothes their edges and corners.

A considerable number of attractive female performers finally walked into the hotel and slept in the guest room. Therefore, the most important thing in Qinglong hotel is beauty.

For Qiao Qinglong, it is the existence of his harem. The women who are willing to sleep next to him every day can at least discharge an independent group.

The black Maybach stopped slowly. The snow on the ground was already very thick. The cold wind was like a knife. Jiang Wuchen got down from the car and immediately saw some group performances sitting at the door of the hotel, shivering with cold.

These young group performers, with longing and longing in their eyes, looked at Jiang Wuchen's eyes and a trace of envy.

Lao Luo couldn't help but frown gently. "These people... Gnawing hard heads every day, but daydreaming. Actors, it's not that easy."

Jiang Wuchen walked into the hotel. Sister GUI was waiting below and hurriedly greeted him, "master Jiang."

"Well, it doesn't seem to be going well." Jiang Wuchen asked.

Ghost sister was a little helpless and said, "Qiao Qinglong, you can't say anything if you don't enter the oil and salt!"

"If it doesn't work, don't say it." Jiang Wuchen said indifferently.