Qingyang Temple is not big enough to accommodate many people staying overnight, so Bichen and the others left all their servants outside the temple, allowing them to station themselves outside the temple while they and others stayed in the temple to keep vigil.
The mountain is no different from the ordinary world. After a simple meal, everyone dispersed with their own thoughts.
Song Xing walked out of Qingyang Temple alone, thinking about how to find out the real culprit who killed Song Wenshao.
This clone has been living in Qingyang Temple for sixteen years and has never had contact with the outside world. The information it can provide in its memory is very limited.
Song Xing also inferred that he was living in the Sui and Tang Dynasties of Shuanglong just through the names of Laojun Guan and Bichen.
Although the Demon Sect in this era is known as two sects and six ways, in fact the factions are just a loose small alliance. In recent years, the Yinkui sect Zhu Yuyan has relied on her huge power and strength to become the dominant family in the Demon Sect, and even He has the ambition to unify the Demon Sect.
If Song Wenshao really died in the hands of people from the Demon Sect, the Yinkui Sect would be highly suspicious.
After Song Wenshao's death, Song Xing also looked for the letter that made him decide to go down the mountain, but he searched through Song Wenshao's residence and couldn't find it. It was really weird.
Just when Song Xing had no clue, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.
Song Xing turned around and saw Rong Jiaojiao's charming face in front of him.
When Rong Jiaojiao saw Song Xing, she smiled and said, "It turns out to be my junior uncle. Why don't you take a rest at such a late hour?"
Song Xing looked behind her, but there was no sign of Bichen, and he said calmly: "The humidity in the mountain is heavy, so it's best not to stay outside for too long at night. Didn't senior brother tell you that there are many ferocious beasts in Qingyang Mountain at night?"
Rong Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then she said with a sweet smile: "A ferocious beast? Junior uncle is joking. If there really is a ferocious beast, why is junior junior uncle here alone?"
Song Xing ignored her and said directly: "You have been following me since I left Qingyang Temple. Did your senior brother ask you to come here?"
Rong Jiaojiao couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes this time. She didn't expect that Song Xing would discover her whereabouts from the beginning.
After forcing a smile, she reluctantly said, "I'm just curious because it's dark and my junior uncle is out alone."
Seeing Song Xing turning his head to look at the foot of the mountain, Rong Jiaojiao concealed his embarrassment well and asked pretending to be curious: "I heard from the Taoist boy in the temple that when the master passed away, only his uncle was by his side. ?”
Song Xing nodded: "Not bad."
Rong Jiaojiao asked again: "So, Laojun Guan Guan master's token, the master has also given it to you, my little master uncle?"
When Song Xing heard this, he turned to look at her and said, "Do you want the temple master's token?"
Rong Jiaojiao didn't expect Song Xing to be so direct. Then she thought about it. This young man had lived in the mountains since he was a child. He probably didn't know what tact was. Instead of beating around the bush, it would be better to speak directly.
Thinking of this, Rong Jiaojiao said: "Jiaojiao is so virtuous and capable that she doesn't dare to covet the temple master's token. Young Master Uncle, is the master passing you the token so that you can carry forward the temple?"
Song Xing hummed and said, "You are quite self-aware."
Rong Jiaojiao was furious, but remembering her father's words, she suppressed the anger in her heart and forced a smile: "Speaking of which, there is nothing wrong with Master doing this. With the talent of the young Master, Laojun Guanjia will definitely be able to flourish in the hands of the Master." , but for you, my junior uncle, this is a bit unfair."
Song Xing glanced at Rong Jiaojiao in front of him with a half-smile, and waited for her to continue.
When Rong Jiaojiao saw that Song Xing didn't answer, she could only continue: "I heard from my father that my uncle is only sixteen years old this year, right? Although the mountains are clean, they are also very miserable. My uncle grew up in the mountains. Could it be that he is just like this?" Don’t you want to go down the mountain and see the prosperous world of mortals?”
Song Xing raised his eyebrows: "Oh, tell me, what is there in Luoyang City?"
Rong Jiaojiao said: "Speaking of the prosperity of Luoyang City, during the monthly gathering, hundreds of musicians gather in Luoyang and line up in the green pond of Fanghua Garden. Two people wear poles with dancers on them, and the flames pass by. The left and right places are easy to change. There is also the divine Ao carrying the mountain, and the phantom man spitting fire. It is ever-changing, and the splendor of the two capitals is completely exhausted."
"Duanmen Street is full of hundreds of operas. There are 5,000 steps around the theater, and 18,000 people are holding silk and bamboo. The voices can be heard for dozens of miles. They have been in a coma until dawn, and the lights are lighting up the sky and the earth."
"My uncle, who has lived in the mountains for a long time, has never seen these wonders before. If he had never seen these scenes of wealth and wealth in his lifetime, wouldn't it be pitiful to be alone in the mountains and forests like this?"
Song Xing nodded matter-of-factly: "Senior Brother Pichen is in charge of the Luoyang Chamber of Commerce, and he is making money every day. I think he has seen all these wealthy people in Luoyang City."
Rong Jiaojiao smiled and said: "Father is also in charge of the foundation for Laojun Guan, and he is just acting on occasion. If my uncle is interested in this, he will go to Luoyang someday. My nephew is willing to be a host and take him to visit the three places in Luoyang City." Qiansifang.”
Song Xing knew in his heart that the Rong family and his daughter were planning to use the prosperity and wealth of Luoyang City to make him give up the idea of becoming the master of Laojun Temple.
Then he nodded, seemingly yearning for it: "Three thousand squares, it must be a prosperous scene, but I heard that the Sui Dynasty is now full of wars, how long can the prosperity of Luoyang City be maintained?"
Rong Jiaojiao smiled and said: "In every dynasty and in every generation, there will always be people who rise to fight and cause trouble, but since ancient times, there are only a few people who can achieve success.
It's just scabies. Speaking of which, my uncle grew up in the mountains. Didn’t he ever think about what he would do in the future? "
Song Xing was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Me? Speaking of which, as long as I can remember, Master has asked me to practice martial arts every day, hoping that I can carry forward Lao Jun Guan, so in my impression, there seems to be nothing else to do besides practicing martial arts. matter."
Rong Jiaojiao looked at Song Xing and said in a soft tone: "Master uncle is still so young. If he doesn't see this great river and mountains, it would be such a pity to spend his whole life in Qingyang Temple."
Song Xingdan said calmly: "I'm used to it. Although it's hard in the mountains, the best thing is the purity. Master said that there are many worries in the mortal world, which affects martial arts training."
When Rong Jiaojiao heard what Song Xing said, she smiled charmingly: "I always heard from my father that my uncle is very talented in martial arts. I think my uncle's martial arts are among the best in my holy sect."
He was saying compliments, but in his heart he was secretly appraising the martial arts of the young man in front of him.
Song Xing waved his hand and said: "Senior brother, that's an exaggeration. As one of the eight masters of the Demon Sect, senior brother is the mainstay of Lao Jun Guan. I will rely on him more in the future."
Rong Jiaojiao showed a worried look on her face: "Speaking of which, the master was killed and the murderer obviously came for Laojun Temple. If he comes to Qingyang Temple then..."
The implication is, if the murderer of Song Wenshao comes, without Bichen, a master of the demon sect, can you resist it?
Song Xing raised his head and glanced at Rong Jiaojiao, understanding that this woman was giving him a subtle warning. Facing a murderer that even Song Wenshao couldn't resist, for his own safety, it was a wise choice to give up the master of Laojun Guan to Bichen.
Prosperity, wealth, wealth and life, is this the choice given by Bichen?
Song Xing smiled slightly and did not answer. Instead, he said to Rong Jiaojiao: "It's late at night, and I have to keep vigil for the master tomorrow. If my niece is okay, just go back and rest."
Rong Jiaojiao took a deep look at Song Xing, trying to read something from his face, but she only saw an indifferent face, so she could only bow and leave.
Seeing Rong Jiaojiao's figure disappearing into the darkness, after another long while, Song Xing suddenly said: "Third senior brother, since you are here, why hide."
