The severe winter is bitter and cold, and Ci, the old director of the Beggars' Sect, has been ill for many years, but he has never survived this winter.

The Beggars' Sect was covered in dust. Nangong Ling took on the difficult affairs in the gang and arranged the things behind Ren Ci. The members of the Beggars' Sect were grateful for his filial piety and praised him very much.

During Ren Ci's illness, the power of the Beggars' Sect was actually in the hands of Nangong Ling. With Ren Ci's death, Nangong Ling naturally succeeded as the leader of the world's largest gang.

The two lifelines of Shaolin, Beggars' Sect, and the Central Plains martial arts world are now halfway.

When Master Tianfeng heard the news of Ren Ci's death, he also vaguely wanted to summon Wuhua back to the mountain. He contacted him frequently recently. It seemed that he would soon decide the candidate for Shaolin's mansion.

When the two brothers inherited the two factions, the great cause of controlling the Central Plains martial arts will be accomplished.

Wuhua rafted on the sea, reciting Buddhist scriptures leisurely, with a peaceful expression, and a smile that seemed to be invisible at the corner of her mouth, as if she could escape from the dust at any time.

Chu Liuxiang suddenly came out of the cold sea water, scaring him.

"...Brother Chu will never get out of the water every time he sees me?"

Chu Liuxiang didn't expect that it was him on the boat. She was stunned for a moment and smiled happily, "I don't want to see you wet every time, but if you don't want to be scared by me, you may have to be farther away from the lake and the sea."

They exchanged greetings for a while, and Chu Liuxiang invited him to visit the boat. But when they heard that three girls on the boat wanted to see him, Wuhua ran away immediately.

Chu Liuxiang naturally didn't really want to invite him to visit. After he knew about Miss Xiu, the monk Wuhua was like a frightened rabbit when he saw the woman, and he would not agree to him. He also wanted to continue to look for clues on the nearby sea. Although he couldn't bear to date with Wuhua, he could only bear to give up and wait for another date.

Today, four corpses were caught on his boat, namely the Desert King Zamuhe, the Seven-Star Soul-Snatching Zuo Youzheng, the Killer Scholar Ximen Qian and Lingjiuzi, one of the Three Swords of Hainan.

The death of these four people seemed to be killing each other, but they all fell into a very poison, which was the Tianyi Divine Water, which was terrified by the world.

They are all well-known people in the world and have extraordinary wealth. I am afraid that only unimaginable treasures can make them fight so much. But now it seems that the treasure must have fallen into the hands of the people of the Shenshui Palace.

These corpses floated from the east, and Chu Liuxiang found this place along the coast but was empty, and he could not see the shadow of the Shenshui Palace.

Fortunately, although he did not catch anyone, he did not get anything, because the messenger from the Divine Water Palace himself sent it to him.

Gong Nanyan sat generously in Chu Liuxiang's cabin, drinking his favorite wine he usually likes, with fierce eyes: "Are you the thief Chu Liuxiang?"

Chu Liuxiang had a headache about this uninvited cold-faced beauty, "That's it."

"Have you ever seen a beautiful girl in red, who is very beautiful but has a very bad temper."

Chu Liuxiang was slightly moved, and Gong Nanyan seemed to be referring to Miss Xiu. He touched his nose and smiled, "There is no one in red, but there is one in white."

Gong Nanyan heard his joking and said, "Looking at you, you're alive, I think she hasn't come to you yet."

Chu Liuxiang frowned slightly and asked, "The girl is here, probably not just to see if she lives well, right?"

Gong Nanyan snorted coldly, said nothing, and just took the wine pot from the rack and poured a full cup for herself.

Chu Liuxiang felt sorry for the wine and said helplessly: "What's wrong with the girl looking for me?"

Gong Nanyan stared at him, as if she hadn't had any forbearance, she would have killed him directly if she hadn't had to have some forbearance. "Although I hate you in my heart, she has tried so hard to escape and will definitely come to kill you. I just need to guard you and not worry about not being able to catch her."

Chu Liuxiang was a little confused, "Miss Xiu is coming to kill me?"

"Don't you dare admit the bad things you did back then?" Gong Nanyan scoffed at Chu Liuxiang, "The Tianyi Shenshui Palace was stolen. The palace master sent someone to investigate, but Xiuxiu disappeared in the team. You, the damn Duanxiu, snatched her man. She hated you to the core. She must have borrowed the opportunity to get revenge."

She suddenly smiled and said, "Although I am not against her, it will not hinder her from killing her enemies. Otherwise, I would not sit and talk to you like this now, but would have teared you up with my hands."

"..." Chu Liuxiang had no time to worry about the unspeakable past in her words. When she heard this, she finally changed her expression: "You mean, Tianyi Shenshui was lost, Miss Xiu disappeared again?!"

"good."

Chu Liuxiang remembered Wuhua whom she met on the sea and her eyebrows were locked: "Have you ever thought that your Tianyi Divine Water was not stolen, but someone deliberately stolen it?"

Gong Nanyan was stabbed in the center and her face became worse: "It's not your turn to take care of the internal affairs of the Shenshui Palace."

Chu Liuxiang sighed with a sigh of relief, "I shouldn't have cared about it, but if you look at something, you may change your mind."

He took Gong Nanyan to look at the four corpses and said seriously: "The four of them have outstanding identities. If they are caught on the shore like this, their disciples will be entangled with the Shenshui Palace to the end."

Gong Nanyan's face also changed: "Impossible! Although she hates it, she will never frame the Shenshui Palace. She will not kill these people!"

Chu Liuxiang asked seriously: "No matter what the reason is, their bodies must not be discovered by others, otherwise it will cause an uproar. The most urgent task is to find Miss Xiu first. Do you know where she may go?"

Luo Feiyu naturally stopped at the sea for a long time. He stepped on the water pavilion and went straight to the back mountain of the Beggars' Sect's ruling.

Ren Ci is seven days old today, Qiu Lingsu asks Nangong Ling to bury Ren Ci. She is proficient in poison art and may have noticed something.

Nangong Ling wanted to be a filial son to the outside world, so she naturally agreed to her, but it was found out that Ren Ci died of poisoning in the future. He still insisted on cremating Ren Ci.

Qiu Lingsu was controlled by him and could only obey.

After tonight, if Luo Feiyu doesn't take Ren Ci back, the fake dead man will become real ashes.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to act early, but every morning when he opens his eyes, there will be a random place to post a bug. If he goes out with the bug, it will be a living target with a turnaround rate of 300%. So he can only act when his bug is not so obvious.

He told Wuhua that something went wrong when he practiced disguise. Wuhua saw that he had "new tricks" every day, and over time, he had to believe it.

Fortunately, although the Beauty Picture mission failed, because Luo Feiyu's mission completion was not low, he received a renewal of the accelerator equivalent to the infiltration time. As long as he did not get stuck, Luo Feiyu felt that he could still get along.

Now he is carrying a brick in one hand. Although he is not as cool as holding a double sword, it looks normal at least.

He held up his disguise, and sometimes turned into sand and gravel, and sometimes turned into shrubs, carefully approaching the mourning hall where he sneaked into the corpse. In this cold and cold wind, Qiu Lingsu sat alone in the hall, like a fallen leaf in the crumbling wind, and every inch of the bone was filled with bitterness and endurance.

She was smart and saw that Ren Ci might not have died. She knew that this would not be because Nangong Ling was still in a state of conscience. Someone must be secretly helping her behind her back. She must use all the conditions calmly to find helpers to rescue Ren Ci and herself.

So she covered up very well in front of everyone. They all thought that she loved Ren Ci deeply, and Ren Ci's death made her feel in pain, so she insisted on staying with his corpse forever until he turned into ashes.

Luo Feiyu was not willing to disturb her from remembering her husband, but at this moment, he had to replace Ren Ci, who was not dead yet without knowing it.

There are still many left-behind Beggars' Gang disciples around, and the tricks must be done quickly and neatly.

Luo Feiyu hurried in the corner of the wall, and his body was as if the lightning was rising. A flash of lightning lightning struck and he fainted a disciple of the Beggars' Sect guarding the door.

He succeeded with one blow, immediately disguised himself as a vegetation and carefully concealed his whereabouts.

Another disciple next to him saw a thunder thunder in the sky, which hit the companion beside him, and was shocked.

"Are you okay? Hiss... Why is it still thundering in this clear moonlit night? Could it be that the old leader of the gang, the seventh, come back to see the wife..."

The cold wind blew, and the two of them trembled at the same time.

The disciple of the Beggar Gang rubbed his head and shook it for a while. Another person was watching next to him. Luo Feiyu saw the gap and rushed into the mourning hall, quickly loaded up stones, and rolled some distance on the ground.

The disciple who was fainted finally returned to normal and waved his hand to show that he was fine. The two of them stood back to their posts.

Luo Feiyu almost breathed a sigh of relief and tried to get closer to Ren Ci's coffin, but it was late at night and the big stone was not round, so how could he not make a sound when he rolled up?

The two Beggars' Gang at the door swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and they were a little afraid to look back, and their backs were covered in cold sweat.

Luo Feiyu's heart also reached his throat. He was glad that he was confused and passed the test, but suddenly he heard Qiu Lingsu coughing twice.

She has been here for seven such cold and cold nights day and night, and even if she is so hard that she can't stand it, let alone she is just a weak woman.

The two disciples were already a little scared. When they heard Qiu Lingsu's cough, they immediately said carelessly: "Madam, are you suffering from a cold? We closed the doors and windows and sent someone to send some cold-proof ginger soup. If the old leader is alive, he will never bear to see you so carelessly..."

Qiu Ling sighed softly, and even without saying a word, people could feel the indescribable sadness in her heart. She nodded slowly.

The two disciples immediately covered the door and window as if they had been amnesty. The one who was struck by lightning oiled to get ginseng soup.

As long as they don’t let them see the old gang leader’s dark coffin, they will always be less afraid.

Luo Feiyu's heart moved slightly, and he rolled around the wall for half a circle.

Qiu Lingsu suppressed his fear of the strange phenomenon in the hall, moved his arm silently, raised his finger in front of his lips, and made a gesture of silence.
Chapter completed!