Su Ranran is the sister of Su Xiuxiu, the head of Emei. She died at the hands of the demonic Xuantian Sect in her early years. This fact is known to everyone in Emei.
Back then, Su Xiuxiu entered the Northland and became famous because she wanted to avenge her sister. But at this moment, the leader's ring, which should have disappeared with Su Ranran, reappeared in front of everyone.
The words Feiyun spoke subconsciously were not just her thoughts. After all, Su Ranran died without seeing her body. If a miracle happened, it would not be impossible for her to survive.
Now, this speculation has received the strongest support, because Yongle's Emei martial arts are genuine.
"Master, what exactly is this?"
At this moment, countless eyes were turned to the head of Emei at the front. Indeed, only Su Xiuxiu, who had witnessed this matter, had the most say.
Faced with the reappearance of the leader's ring, Su Xiuxiu's reaction was very thought-provoking.
"Did she teach you martial arts?" Su Xiuxiu's expression was complicated, and her tone was unspeakably cruel, as if the person she was talking about had done something that was not allowed by nature.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in Emei changed their expressions one after another. Su Xiuxiu's words were equivalent to admitting that she knew Su Ranran was still alive, but why had she never mentioned this matter all these years.
Su Xiuxiu didn't care about the questioning eyes from her classmates behind her. Faced with her question, Yongle didn't answer, so after a moment of silence, she asked again: "Who is she to you?"
This question seemed to be more important to Su Xiuxiu than the previous one. The tension in her eyes almost overflowed, which puzzled Yongle very much.
Princess Yongle could tell from the first meeting that the head of Emei City was very similar to her Axiu Aunt in appearance. She would not believe him if he said it was okay.
Recalling that Axiu Axiu once said that this ring could protect her, Yongle initially thought that Axiu Axiu had some relationship with the Emei Sect. The facts were as she expected. The appearance of the Emei leader could already explain many problems. .
However, the relationship between Aunt Axiu and the head of Emei seemed to be more complicated than he imagined, and the other party's tone and expression did not seem to be very friendly.
Facing the second question from the head of Emei, Yongle hesitated for a moment, and then said: "She is my master."
Yongle's answer was discussed with Lu Hanjiang in advance. Compared with the ambiguous title of aunt, it is easier to convince people by establishing a master-disciple relationship.
After all, the rules of the martial arts world are that unless it is special, the master's martial arts will not be passed on to outsiders.
Sure enough, Yongle's answer made many Emei disciples loosen their frowns slightly, but Su Xiuxiu, the leader at the front, still looked solemn.
"wrong."
Su Xiuxiu's gaze suddenly became sharper, and Yongle was a little overwhelmed by the deep hatred that burst out from her eyes.
"Your eyes look a lot like his."
Strange words came out of Su Xiuxiu's mouth, and her eyes suddenly turned fierce as she looked at Yongle: "Your surname is Meng? Yes or no?!"
Yongle was stunned, and Lu Hanjiang rarely felt that he was out of touch this time. This was slightly different from what he expected. Obviously, he had misjudged the relationship between the head of Emei and Aunt Axiu in the palace.
Now it seems that the proportion of romantic debt incurred by Mr. Meng is far greater than that of sisterly love.
Just listening to the other party's questions, Lu Hanjiang was able to piece together the inside and outside of the matter. He was a foreign minister, so he had never seen the beloved Concubine Meng Guifei in the harem. However, as the old man's biological sister, Yongle's eyebrows There are some characteristics of the Meng family.
The head of Emei City may have mistakenly admitted that she regarded Yongle as a child of the Meng family. Although the little princess did have half of the Meng family's blood flowing in her body, it was obviously not half as the other party thought. different.
Yongle was stunned and didn't know how to answer. Su Xiuxiu thought that the other party had acquiesced. The anger in her eyes became even worse, and she even drew her sword without saying anything.
"presumptuous!"
A Xiuchun knife came out in response. Ying Wushang stepped out and placed the knife across Su Xiuxiu's path. The swords clashed with each other. The two of them refused to give in, but in terms of skill, it was obvious that the head of Emei was slightly inferior.
"Jinyiwei? It really has something to do with him!" Su Xiuxiu's eyes were about to burst into flames. When she saw the Xiuchun Dao in Ying Wushang's hand, she could hardly suppress the anger in her heart.
Ying Wushang felt good about it. After Su Xiuxiu called out the surname Meng, he knew that although the other party had mistakenly identified her, he had roughly guessed half of the princess's origins, so he didn't need to hide anything anymore.
Lu Hanjiang was also very satisfied with Ying Wushang's timely action. Although he already knew the other party's details, he couldn't figure out Mr. Meng's attitude after all. If he accidentally made a heavy move, it would be embarrassing for everyone to meet back home.
So after much thought, it was most appropriate for Ying Wushang to take action. Although he didn't know the strength of Aunt Axiu in the palace, the quality of the impostor in front of him was obviously not good enough, so Ying Qianhu was enough to deal with her.
The edge of the sword was blocked, and the fierce glare in Su Xiuxiu's eyes only increased. She shouted sternly: "Get away!"
"Huh, just you?"
Ying Wushang sneered, and used his sharp edge to challenge Su Xiuxiu back. Immediately, he slashed with the sword, sealing all the latter's retreat. When the opponent was unable to avoid and retreat, he struck down with his sword in a dignified manner.
Su Xiuxiu gritted her teeth and took the sword forcefully. She took several steps back. The pain in her arm made her almost unable to hold the sword. The martial arts of Qianhu, the Jin Yiwei, was superior to hers.
Ying Wushang repelled the opponent with one strike, but he was not in a hurry to attack. His posture with ease made Su Xiuxiu feel as if a fire had been ignited in her heart.
"Head!"
The disciples at the rear also let out worried calls. Although Su Ranran's incident made them confused for a moment, they were still able to distinguish the priorities clearly in front of the Jin Yiwei. Seeing that Su Xiuxiu was at a disadvantage, many people immediately drew their swords and stepped forward. Come to help.
"You don't need to!"
Su Xiuxiu said without turning her head. She looked at Ying Wushang coldly, and soon her eyes bypassed the man in front of her and landed on Yongle who was at a loss behind.
That look made Yongle a little scared, and she immediately hid behind Lu Hanjiang.
Lu Hanjiang also frowned slightly at this moment. According to his estimation, Xuantian Sect's pursuers should have arrived at this moment. After all, he deliberately slowed down so much because he was waiting for this good show.
What puzzled him was that the people from the other side still didn't show up. This time, the old man actually trusted him so much. He shouldn't.
When he was confused, the battle situation ahead changed again. Su Xiuxiu knew she was outmatched, but still faced the difficulties. Ying Wushang might have sensed something fishy from what happened just now. He was worried that the other party might have something to do with Master Meng. Therefore, he did not use the Rotting Bone Kung Fu, but only used the Xiuchun Dao to fight against the enemy.
But he was too confident. Although Su Xiuxiu's skill was weak, her swordsmanship was not weak, especially the jade girl's swordsmanship, which was as invisible as a virgin but appeared as if it were a giant.
"not good!"
Su Xiuxiu suddenly changed his moves during the exchange, catching Ying Wushang off guard. The chaotic sword shadows in the sky suddenly merged into one. Su Xiuxiu thrust his sword, and tens of thousands of rays of light condensed into one point. The blade of the sword brushed against Ying Wushang. It passed by his cheek, bringing out little drops of blood.
