The results of the battle on Blood Foshan are obvious.

Because in the end, Xue Foshan made a decision to fight for the matter of the tomb, and the younger generation would fight for it. The younger masters would be more than the younger ones, and those who go there would be no mercy.

When the Buddha in Blood Foshan passed the imperial edict, everyone was shocked. Only Li Zhiyi leaned against the door, looked at the ring knife in his hand, and then looked at the monks whose faces changed, with mocking smiles on his face.

Ling'an Mansion.

Five straight men walked into Dechun Tower. They found a piece of coarse cloth clothes from somewhere, with strong steps and very energetic at first glance; they looked serious, and they didn't look like people who came to have fun.

The man in the middle was holding a black cloth bag in his hand, heavy, and it seemed that there was a round thing inside.

Although there was no trace of blood on their bodies, there was a faint smell of blood everywhere they passed.

Although these people are handsome and are also the type that girls like, when they go there, a momentum bursts out involuntarily.

Not to mention that a girl was catching up with her, even the whole building was shocked by them. These five people were so serious that they were looking for trouble.

"Tick, tick." Blood drips soaked in the cloth bag, and fell on the floor drop by drop. The lively Dechun Tower was empty in an instant, and everyone closed the door, fearing that something would happen again.

Fan Jiuxian stood helplessly on the fourth floor and shouted at the five people below.

"I'm sick, can't the five people come in through the window? What kind of pose is scaring my client. Come on for me!"

When everyone heard this, "climbing the window" and so on, everyone's minds began to become active. Could it be that these people are the boss's wife's guests?

The five people looked at the fiery red figure.

The future little master was as fierce as the rumored one. The five of them jumped gently and went up to the fourth floor.

After entering the room, the five people knelt on one knee and put cloth bags on both hands.

Fan Jiuxian put the cloth bag on the table, stretched out Qianqian's simple hand and opened the cloth bag. A bloody head placed on the table, and it was the monk Pushan.

Fan Jiuxian nodded with satisfaction, very satisfied with Yinshan's reaction. After all, the five little masters represented the importance they attached to her.

She waved her hand and signaled the five people to stand up. One of the people in the middle immediately handed over a jade pendant. Fan Jiuxian took it, but as soon as she held the phone, she felt something was wrong and looked at the five people with confusion.

"Young Master, the five of us searched for this person's room and found the jade pendant in a secret compartment. At the same time, we found a mark under the pillow. It should have been caused by pressing the same jade pendant."

Fan Jiuxian nodded with the jade pendant, thinking about something.

"But my subordinates found..."

Fan Jiuxian's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Say!"

The five people just heard that the young master was decisive and determined. When they saw him today, the five people felt that the young master was moody.

"We looked carefully and there seemed to be a cat smell on the pillow. Why don't we continue to investigate?"

Fan Jiuxian did not answer, put the jade pendant against his chin, and suddenly asked, "White cat, the smell of a little cat?"

The five big men looked at each other. Their time was either training or practicing. How could they know the smell of a little cat?

However, someone said carefully: "I found the fluff, it seems to be white?"

Fan Jiuxian immediately cursed: "This little bastard!"

Fan Jiuxian glanced at the five people and signaled that the five people could leave. Then the five people relaxed, bowed to Fan Buji in the room, and then slowly retreated out.

Chai Xintong has already healed a lot. Although his whole body was filled with toxins and was bitten by countless blood bats, after Fan Bujue used his skills to induce poisoning. With his pills, Chai Xintong probably would be able to wake up tomorrow.

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Save, Fan Jiuxian suddenly asked, "Jiu girl, who is the little bastard?"

Before Fan Jiuxian could answer, the little boy with candied haws on the side suddenly said, "Mr. Xu Changan, the only one who keeps a little white cat."

Fan Buju touched the little boy and smiled, "What is the name of Mr. Xiao? Will that Xu Changan still be your little boy's apprentice?"

The little boy replied vaguely: "What the young master said, the Grand Master and the old gentleman gave him a burden, and they must respond to all requests and treat him like they should treat him, so they became Mr. Xu."

Fan Buji and Fan Jiuxian were both amused by these remarks.

However, Fan Buji chewed the name and suddenly said, "Xu Chang'an!"

He raised his head, stared at Fan Jiuxian and asked, "Jiu Yat-tuk, what did you find out? Tell me honestly, if it were the person I thought of, it would be a bit important."

Fan Buji knew that Fan Jiuxian had an intelligence organization in his hands, which was no less than the institutions under the Holy Emperor.

Fan Jiuxian shook his head.

"As soon as this kid came to Ling'an Mansion, I checked it. I only knew that this little guy lived in Weicheng and lived with a gentleman named Shi. The news disappeared in the next few months, and I couldn't find it no matter how I checked it. Then he appeared in Ling'an Mansion for no reason."

Fan Jiuxian closed his hair and continued, "The wanted order issued by the Holy Emperor was somewhat similar to this person. However, I thought about it and it was unlikely that it was him, just a realm of the secret. Even if I held a divine weapon, wouldn't it be easy for the Holy Emperor to capture him?"

“The most likely thing is often impossible.”

A powerful voice came in from outside the door. As soon as the voice arrived, a figure appeared in front of him.

A middle-aged man in white clothes.

"Big niece, I didn't come in through the window, don't you blame me?"

Fan Jiuxian was shocked when he saw this person and immediately said, "Uncle Zhao, why are you here in person?"

Zhao Qingzhi waved his hand and said, "I have been staying in that broken mountain for a long time, so I want to go out for a walk." As he said that, he sat down and Fan Jiuxian immediately poured a cup of tea.

Zhao Qingzhi glanced at Xiaotong, and Fan snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, but he also knew that Zhao Qingzhi should have something to say, so he let the young boy go out to play.

Fan Jiuxian poured two cups of tea, and Fan Bujue reluctantly sat over.

"Mr. Fan, long time no see you." Zhao Qingzhi said first.

Fan Buji snorted coldly: "Stop talking politely, just talk about the serious business."

Zhao Qingzhi took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Xu Changan is indeed his child back then."

After saying this, Fan Buxu's hand shook slightly.

"Mr. Shi deliberately threw him out. You know that if that person was by his side, there would probably be few people in the world who dared to provoke this kid."

Fan Buxue's face was covered with sadness.

"But after all, it's his only bloodline, if..."

Zhao Qingzhi snorted coldly: "Does he never gets blown by the wind and rain in the greenhouse? Look at what your eldest disciple looks like? You are so old, haven't you seen through it yet!"

When Zhao Qingzhi mentioned the three words "big apprentice", he lowered his head in shame.

Fan Jiuxian looked at these two people helplessly. For more than ten years, good friends who were originally talking about everything, but now they don’t have a good face as soon as they meet.

Fan Jiuxian was afraid that the two of them would quarrel, so he immediately changed the subject: "Is this Xu Changan really his son? But I think this kid has nothing to do with the big man who is full of love in the rumors." When he mentioned "that big man", a look of admiration appeared on Fan Jiuxian's face.

Zhao Qingzhi smiled slightly, and he didn't care about the ugly face of the voice.

"The tiger father has no dog and son, he is still young, give him some time."

Fan Jiuxian snorted coldly, but she still couldn't connect her idol with Xu Changan.

Zhao Qingzhi saw Fan Jiuxian's appearance and suddenly said seriously: "You guys know Jiu Mei, too.

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, Jiangzuka should have existed for this little guy, but unfortunately, because that person is so famous, many people are aiming at this thing."

Fan Jiuxian looked at Chai Xintong and sighed: "No wonder this stupid guy wants to help him even if he dies. Should we help him too?"

When Zhao Qingzhi heard this, he sighed deeply: "I came here this time just because I am afraid that you will be emotional. What does Confucius Temple have to do with that person? To put it bluntly, it is not surprising that Confucius Temple has a fight with the Holy Emperor for that person."

"But girl, your identity is not good. Remember that you are the future young master of Dragon Guard."

Fan Buji snorted unhappily when he heard this: "Zhao Qingzhi, you are not bad. Did you erase the Dragon Guard? On the battlefield, I don't know who was the vanguard. That person was almost surrounded by 30,000 people to save a certain vanguard."

"It's just that some great pioneers, now they are the commander of the Dragon Guard, have completely forgotten the past."

When Zhao Qingzhi heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and blue veins on his hands burst out.

"I will naturally not forget that life-saving grace. I, Zhao, will be the Xu family army one day and the Xu family army for the rest of my life!"

Fan Bushuo sneered.

Zhao Qingzhi took a deep breath and pressed the urge to beat Fan but not save him.

"Girl, you have to remember that you are not allowed to help you in your identity." As he said that, he glanced at Chai Xintong who was unconscious: "It's also considered helping him."

Fan Jiuxian bit his lip and said unwillingly: "Are we really going to deal with them?"

Zhao Qingzhi said softly: "If you can't help, it doesn't mean you will be hostile. I, your father and the Grand Master, have thought of a solution. The Holy Emperor will not interfere in this matter and will not interfere in the name of the court."

"But..." Zhao Qingzhi paused.

"But if some princes come to compete for fortune in their personal names, we must not interfere, nor can the prince use the resources of the court, and life and death are destined."

Fan Jiuxian's face was full of disappointment because she knew that there were a few princes who were natural resources. If they came, what was the difference between them and the court?

Fan Bushui was also a little angry, so he wanted to question Zhao Qingzhi. Zhao Qingzhi seemed to see through their thoughts.

"Don't worry, the Holy Emperor promised that the prince he came from would not exceed Huixi realm."

Fan Buji's face finally looked a little better, and his eyes looked at Zhao Qingzhi softened. He knew that with the three of them, they would definitely have paid a huge price to persuade the Holy Emperor to make such concessions.

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