Chapter 147 Song Yueming's Method

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In the gloomy Jishi Manor, only Sikong Bai 's knocking on the desk echoed through the manor's door.

The old man in a broad black robe sat upright on the high platform. Behind him was a large red bench carved from glass wood, and in front of him was a large table made of gold threads of nanmu wood.

He narrowed his eyes, as if he was sleeping or not, and his expression was absent-minded as if starlight was flowing in his eyes.

Squeak.

At this time, the gate of the mansion was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a seven-star black-robed dragon stepped into the mansion with a loud bang.

"Elder, this is a report sent from all over the mountain today." He walked in front of Sikong Bai, respectfully cupped his hands and handed over a document.

"Oh." The old man on the platform lazily looked at Long Congyun and stretched out his hand. At that moment, the document was absorbed into his palm.

However, he didn't mean to flip through it. Instead, he casually threw it away at the desk.

"I see. Let's go down." As he asked, his voice was like a blade scraping through flesh and blood. Hoarse, shriveled, and low, icy cold.

Long Congyun saw that the document was thrown to the side so easily by Sikong Bai. He frowned slightly and gathered his courage to take a step forward.

'"Martial Uncle …" The disciples in the sect had a demonic appearance in succession these past few days. Their casualties were cautious and there was a tendency to spread. There were rumors among the disciples … rumors … "At this point, Long Congyun seemed to have some misgivings, and his words became hesitant.

The old man on the platform opened his eyes slightly at that time. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Long Congyun, asking, "What are the rumors?"

Under the old man's gaze, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the newly promoted Sect Leader. He regretted his recklessness, but since the matter had already reached this point, he naturally could not perfunctory. Therefore, he could only forcefully continue to speak.

"It's said that the sword art that Martial Uncle gave me was defective. It's the Devil Dao Sword…"

"Why do you think so?" The old man asked, his deep voice filled with an undetectable chill.

"Disciple doesn't dare." Long Congyun was shocked and hurriedly said.

"Yes." The old man nodded, as if he was very satisfied with Long Congyun's performance. At that time, his voice became a bit benevolent.

"Congyun, you have to believe that I'm here for the Exquisite Pavilion." The old man said.

"Disciple understands." Long Congyun didn't dare to argue any further and immediately nodded his head repeatedly.

"Oh, did the rumor maker find out?" The old man asked again.

Hearing this, Long Congyun's body trembled and he said hesitantly, "Not yet."

"Is that so?" Sikong Bai did not comment on his words, but his eyes narrowed once again as he looked at Long Congyun. "Congyun, there are tens of thousands of people in this Exquisite Pavilion. This old man trusts you the most. Don't disappoint this old man." He said meaningfully.

"Disciple doesn't dare." This arrogant Sect Leader was as docile as a sheep at this moment. He spoke repeatedly, fearing that he would cause Sikong Bai to be dissatisfied.

"Oh, then you can go down. Within three days, you will definitely find the rumor maker with me." After saying that, Sikong Bai closed his eyes.

"Disciple, please leave." Long Congyun hurriedly said. Then, he stood up and ran away from the World-saving Manor.

When he arrived outside the Jishi Prefecture, the May noon sun shone into his eyes. Only then did he realize that his back was already soaked in sweat.

…

In the end, Xu Han still underestimated Song Yueming's stubbornness.

Even though he had already talked to him about the formidable relationship between this matter, the youth still couldn't endure it.

He made a fuss at the martial field in Chongju Peak this morning.

He shouted for the disciples to stop cultivating the sword technique that Sikong Bai had given them.

It didn't matter how useful such an action could be, but Song Yueming naturally couldn't help but be beaten up by the disciples of the Sword Hall.

"Aiyo! Be gentle."

A pig-like scream came from the window of the small porch.

"Easy? Where did that heroic aura go today when he shouted in the martial arts arena?" Fang Ziyu, who was helping Song Yueming wipe away the medicinal wine, rolled his eyes at him angrily.

"Brother Song, just bear with it." Zhou Zhang said as he drank his tea with a smile.

"I heard that Long Congyun has already started investigating who spread the rumors. Brother Song, aren't you rushing towards the edge of the saber?" Xu Han, who was standing at the side, had no intention of teasing. He frowned and sat at the side. He looked at Song Yueming with a gloomy gaze.

"Brother Xu, don't worry. I will do it alone. I will definitely not cause you any trouble." Hearing this, Song Yueming stood up and patted his chest with a look of heroism. However, such an action inevitably affected the wounds on his body, so the "Hero" instantly sat back down with his teeth bared.

"It's amazing that one person does the same thing and the other does the same thing." Seeing him like this, Fang Ziyu was both angry and funny. She smeared the medicinal wine a little harder, causing Song Yueming to cry out in pain.

Ai, Brother Song is confused. If you can solve this matter with just a few shouts, then why would you let the Linglong Pavilion step into the Death Realm … instead, it will harm your own life … Xu Han sighed deeply. He could roughly guess that Long Congyun's claws were already on their way here.

He didn't have the mood to continue to blame Song Yueming. The most urgent thing was to think of how to protect him.

"How can the life and death of Gou Li be avoided! Even if I die, I cannot watch as my fellow disciples continue like this." Song Yueming said with a serious expression.

The heavy tone of the words caused everyone present to be stunned. At that moment, they all fell silent.

'"Today, I went back to Xuanhe Peak to collect medicine. Seeing that the medicine warehouse was in a mess and there was no one to take care of it, the few older sisters who were normally good were also in a trance. All the medicine homework was wasted and they were obsessed with practicing swordsmanship." Qin Keqing frowned at that time, and then looked at Xu Han as if she was asking for help. "Is there really nothing Young Master Xu can do?"

Hearing this, Xu Han smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Qin Keqing thought too highly of him. Even though Ning Zhumang and Zhong Changhen were still imprisoned in their respective mansions, there was nothing they could do. What could Xu Han do?

Qin Keqing also noticed this at that time. She lowered her head and remained silent, but the expression on her face was exceptionally grave.

At that moment, Xu Han opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. However, when his words reached the edge of his mouth, it sounded like everyone outside Yanlai City had set their minds on the situation that day. They did not abandon life and death. When Xu Han's words reached the edge of his mouth, they were still taken back by him at that time.

The best way he could think of was to bring everyone out of here. He didn't have the ability to save Linglong Pavilion, but he could save them.

However, now didn't seem to be the best time to put forward this plan…

"Brother Xu has no choice, I have a way." But right at this moment, Song Yueming suddenly said loudly.

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at the youth, but the youth raised his head proudly, as if he was pretending to be mysterious.

"What can you do?" Fang Ziyu, who had finally wiped away the medicinal wine for him, put away the medicinal kettle in his hand, then turned his head and rolled his eyes at him, saying in a very disdainful tone.

"Senior Sister, don't look down on others!" Song Yueming was also unwilling to admit defeat. He held his back and argued.

"Then why don't you tell me?" Fang Ziyu replied calmly. This time, he didn't even turn his head to look at him. Obviously, he was certain that Song Yueming was spouting nonsense.

"This" Seeing this, Song Yueming hesitated slightly, and then her voice suddenly lowered a bit. "This Heavenly Secrets cannot be leaked…"

"Sa?" Fang Ziyu, who had put away the medicine bottle, asked.

'"Heavenly Secrets" Song Yueming's voice softened a little.

"Then there isn't." This time, Fang Ziyu, who had heard it clearly, came to a firm conclusion.

The argument between the two of them was very interesting, causing the heavy atmosphere to dissipate slightly. At that time, the crowd also began to laugh.

However, no one had ever seen a wisp of determination flash across Song Yueming's face as he lowered his head.

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