Pension Strategy

Chapter 142: One Person Above 13

Immediately afterwards, the man continued to laugh: “My name is Wu Neng, and I am the steward of the Valley of Buried Swords. I also invite all distinguished guests to come with me. The old valley owner has been waiting in the valley for a long time. .”

He reached out in a gesture of invitation.

Ji Ping glanced at Ning Qiu, then handed over his hands and smiled, “Then Lao Wu is in charge.”

It seems that this Laogu is hosting a marriage party. The drunkard’s intention is not to drink.

As Wu Neng walked into the Valley of Buried Swords, he met some guests who came from afar. When he saw Ji Ping, they all looked at each other, but their eyes fell on Ning Qiu, who was carrying a giant hammer. Wang Lingshi was instantly agitated, and his eyes burned a little.

In a few days, Wang Ling is the only descendant of Wangjia Village, but the fact that he has the Qiankun hammer in his hand has been passed on.

But because this is the Valley of Buried Swords, and it is rumored that the Lei family and Qingyunzong who went to Wangjia Village did not get any benefits, they naturally did not dare to act rashly, just thinking carefully.

But when they met on a narrow road, a wave of men and horses came towards them. When they saw Wu Neng, the man with a two-stroke beard at the head, they cupped their hands and laughed from a distance, “Wu Manager, long time no see, don’t Come safe.”

Wu Neng also responded familiarly, “Hahaha, it turned out to be brother Xia Zeng, it’s been okay these years.”

“Naturally it’s good. These things are…” Xia Zeng looked behind Wu Neng, but when his eyes fell on Ning Qiu, his pupils shrank, and then he sneered, “I am Who is it, it turned out to be the saint of Tianwai Palace, it seems that she got the Xuan Huo Whip, which greatly increased her skills, and was invited to participate in the old valley owner’s marriage meeting.”

His voice was not too loud or not, but he used the internal force bonus, causing the people around him to stop and look at Ning Qiu. It turned out that this was a sensation ten years ago. The Saintess of the Heavenly Palace of the Xuan Huo Whip?

If you can have these three artifacts at the same time… unifying the martial arts, it is not a matter of words.

Ning Qiu’s face was indifferent, “Who are you? There is no reason to say that I am a saint, but there is evidence.”

The original body used to wear a veil when he went out on a mission.

So trying to control public opinion with just a few words is ridiculous.

Leng Rong just entered the arena and has no reputation, so naturally no one knows that she is a disciple of Tianwaigong.

Xia Zeng snorted coldly, “I think you can pretend! Back then, the Xuan Huo Whip was in my hands, but it was snatched by your sword! Now that I meet, if you don’t hand over the Xuan Huo Whip , I, Xia Zeng, will not give up!”

The original purpose was this, to force out the whereabouts of the Xuanhuobian, which also proves that the Xuanhuobian did fall off the cliff with the original body. The original husband took it away.

“That’s a joke, let’s not mention it for a while, I’m not what you call a saint. You keep saying that I have a mysterious fire whip, but have you seen me holding it now?” Ning Qiu’s tone was calm, Don’t care about the aggressiveness of the other side.

She came here naturally for the Phantom Sword, and didn’t want to put her mind on those who didn’t want to do it.

“You!” Xia Zeng was very angry, but he couldn’t find any evidence to prove Ning Qiu’s identity, and his heart was shaking, could it be true, just look similar?

Since the man is still alive, he will definitely find the whereabouts of the Xuan Huobian.

Wu Neng faced Ning Qiu and the others again, raised his hand and said, “I’m sorry, Xia Zeng brothers are just a little bit hotter, in fact, there is no malicious intent, please forgive me.”

“It’s okay. It’s just that I have heard a little about the Xuanhuo whip and the saintess of Tianwaigong in his words. Is there any trace?” Ning Qiu was completely outsider. As if Xia Zeng really made a mistake.

Wu Neng glanced at Ning Qiu and deepened his smile, “This, I don’t know, maybe in two days, there will be news, maybe it is.”

It seems like a joke, but it feels like there is something in the words.

Walking through the crooked peach blossom forest, they came to a yard that looked very simple, but the most exquisite and luxurious yard with carved beams and painted columns.

Peach blossoms are colorful, an old man with a white beard is playing Go, playing against himself.

Wu Neng stepped forward quickly, bent over and said respectfully, “Old Valley Master, someone brought it here.”

The old valley owner didn’t look up, just waved his hand, “Okay, you can go down. Remember to arrange the guests well, and don’t make mistakes.”

“Yes.” Wu Neng left soon.

The next moment, the old valley owner looked up, his eyes fell on Wang Ling, and he showed a loving smile, “You are Wang Ling, right? When you were one year old, the old man went to visit Wangjia Village, just in time. saw you.”

Wang Ling did not speak, but just stared at the old valley owner like a wolf cub.

This scumbag will pretend!

The old valley owner didn’t care about Wang Ling’s anger, but calmly looked at Ji Ping and the others, pointed to the round stool opposite, “If you don’t dislike it, you can sit down and drink with the old man. Warm up with a cup of tea.”

“It’s better to be respectful than the younger generation.” Ji Ping bowed his hands, then lifted up his robe and sat down.

He did not let the old valley owner pour it, but poured the tea himself, and the fragrance spread out.

“Actually, I know that the Xuan Huo Whip is not in the hands of the Holy Maiden.” The old valley master stroked his beard like an old urchin.

These words, Leng Rong subconsciously turned to Ning Qiu, conscious that it was wrong, and immediately lowered her head.

As the saying goes, when a person is old and mature, in the face of Xia Zeng, it may be possible to hide it, but in front of the well-informed old valley owner, it is not necessary.

Ning Qiu smiled, “Don’t you know the whereabouts of the Xuanhuo whip.”

“Naturally know, because after you fell off the cliff, I was the one who took the lead, and sent my disciples to rescue you at the first time, so naturally I took back the mysterious fire whip.” The indifferent sentence shocked several people in their hearts.

Rao is Ning Qiu, I was a little surprised, I didn’t expect this to happen.

But think about it, it’s right, the original body fell and a doctor passed by and rescued it, which was too coincidental, just like a precise arrangement.

“Your news is really well-informed.” Ning Qiu admired.

In ancient times when transportation was underdeveloped, how much wisdom was actually condensed.

way of delivery.”

For example, Yunjian Mountain Villa and Wangjia Village, even if it is true that they are hiding artifacts, how can it be spread out in the blink of an eye and invite genocide?

Buy the eyeliner, keep an eye on it, and wear it back in a unique way, that is normal.