Jing Yingrong nodded. She put away the jade slip and took the storage ring. The gray-robed monk looked at her movements, his eyes twitching a few times, with a painful expression on his face.
The white-clothed monk said: "To be honest, senior, my Ning family and Qin family are across the river, and I know the Qin family somewhat. If senior needs it, my Ning family is willing to do my best for senior."
"No need."
Jing Yingrong said, and then, just as she appeared suddenly, she disappeared again.
Everyone froze in place, and when they were sure that Jing Yingrong was gone, they relaxed their bodies in unison.
The gray-robed monk asked the white-robed monk: "What did you mean by what you just said?"
The white-clothed monk smiled bitterly and said, "I want to see if I can win her over. If I can get the help of such a person, wouldn't my Ning family soar into the sky? Unfortunately, they really don't like us."
The gray-robed monk said, "I'm just afraid that she will help the Qin family."
The white-clothed monk shook his head and said, "I don't think so. She went to find the Qin family. It was probably Qin Huansi who left something on the jade slip. Think about it, Qin Huansi's lineage is now the most popular one in the Qin family. What's the situation? Not to mention that she is very likely to look down on the Qin family as well, even if she wants to help, it will be with Qin Huansi's lineage."
The gray-robed monk suddenly realized, his face looked joyful, and he said: "Maybe it will cause internal strife in the Qin family."
"Exactly."
The group of them buried Qin Huansi's body and took away the useful parts of the Moon-Eating Poison Wolf's bones. The biggest harvest was the Blue Zhi grass.
Gray-robed monk: "I didn't expect that it would leave us a little sweetness."
The white-clothed monk said: "This thing probably won't be appreciated by others."
The gray-robed monk clicked his tongue twice and said to the others: "Let's go, I can give an explanation when I go back."
Helianzhou.
Jing Yingrong witnessed a battle as soon as he arrived.
A young girl in her twenties, holding a pair of daggers in both hands, was engaged in a fierce battle with two men.
With one against two, the girl firmly had the upper hand. She forced one person back with one move, spun on her toes, and a short sword came out of her hand, stabbing the other person in the chest like lightning.
"No!"
When the man who was forced to retreat saw this scene, his eyes were about to burst and he was furious.
The girl snorted coldly and said, "You are seeking death on your own!"
Before she finished speaking, she spun around to avoid the opponent's killing move. At the same time, she swept her long legs close to the ground and kicked the opponent to the ground. She stepped forward and leaned over, firmly suppressing the opponent with her knees.
The man struggled and shouted: "If you dare to kill me, Brother Xuan will not spare you!"
"Oh, can it be that if I let you go, he won't make things difficult for me?"
The girl sneered. The dagger pressed against the man's neck instantly exerted force, and a column of blood spattered. The man's neck tilted, and his soul went to the west.
The girl looked relaxed, fell back and sat on the ground. She also had multiple injuries on her body, but she did not treat the injuries immediately. Instead, she picked up the other dagger, wiped it clean and held it in her hand before sitting down to prepare for treatment.
The girl took out a jade bottle and poured out two pills. Just as she was about to take them, she suddenly froze and stared at the person not far away.
Jing Yingrong looked intently, as if she didn't see the two corpses. She walked calmly and walked up to the girl and asked, "Do you know how to get to the Qin family?"
The girl's eyes widened again, and her vigilance was tinged with doubt. Her muscles were tense and her body was motionless. Her hands holding the swords tightened again and again, and the veins on the back of her hands were prominent, but she did not make a move.
"Don't you know that the Qin family is conducting a family trial here?"
The girl asked back, her voice trembling slightly.
Jing Yingrong said: "I don't know."
"Then why are you here?"
"happen."
Jing Yingrong said these two words gently and deftly, leaving the girl speechless for a while.
The girl wanted to ask again, but Jing Yingrong said: "You are seriously injured, why don't you treat it?"
The girl was stunned for a moment. She looked at her face in the mirror again, and after careful consideration, she said, "It's not convenient for me to heal my wounds in front of strangers."
Jing Yingrong stared at the girl quietly, with no emotion in her eyes. Then, she said: "You don't have to worry."
The girl was stunned again and said subconsciously: "What am I worried about..."
"I will kill you easily."
Jing Yingrong's tone was calm, but the words he spoke were no less than thunder in the girl's ears.
The girl's pupils were constricted, and she looked like a little beast whose hair was exploding under threat. But then, she relaxed and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, you are not from the Qin family, but you can appear here, which shows that you are far stronger than me. It doesn't matter whether I am prepared or not."
After saying that, the girl took the elixir as if her face reflected in the mirror did not exist, and began to meditate to recover from her injury.
Jing Yingrong waited quietly. In the consciousness, the voice of the extremely evil sword sounded:
"Are you so carefree that you have nothing to do?"
Jing Yingrong was not annoyed and replied calmly: "Yes."
Ji Sha Jian: "Forget it, as long as you like it."
Jing Yingrong: "Are you bored?"
"kind of."
"Then go to sleep."
Ji Sha Jian said simply: "Okay, but I don't seal spiritual consciousness. If you encounter something interesting, remember to call me."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
The girl meditated for two hours. She opened her eyes and exhaled, her eyes bright and moving.
Seeing that Jing Yingrong was standing there and not leaving, the girl asked curiously: "Why did you come to Qin's house? Can you tell me?"
At this time, she had completely lowered her guard and guard, and there was only an inquisitive look in her eyes.
Jing Yingrong said: "Find someone."
Girl: "Who are you looking for?"
Mirror Yingrong: "Qin Yulian."
The girl's face was full of astonishment.
Jing Yingrong: "Do you know her?"
The girl didn't answer but asked: "What...are you looking for her for?"
Jing Yingrong: "You don't need to know."
The girl lowered her head and bit her lower lip without speaking.
The girl's slender figure was reflected in the mirror's deep eyes, like a flower blooming in the dark night.
She said in an affirmative tone: "You know her."
The girl's body trembled. She lowered her head and said in a hoarse voice, "Qin Yulian... has been dead for a long time."
Jing Yingrong frowned.
"Does she have any close relatives?"
"Dear relative..." The girl murmured to herself. She raised her head and looked directly at her face in the mirror, her eyes firm and resolute.
"She is my mother."
The girl said this, and then continued: "My name is Qin Xinyao, and I am her only daughter."
Jing Yingrong stared at the girl for a long time, and then said: "I was entrusted by Qin Huansi to come to Qin's house to see Qin Yulian."
Qin Xinyao was greatly surprised and said, "Do you know my grandpa?" Immediately, she became emotional: "Where is grandpa? Why doesn't he come back?!"
Jing Yingrong: "He has died."
"What?!"
Qin Xinyao's face changed drastically, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"How could it be possible...Grandpa, how could he..."
