"Let's go, Song Lan," the woman said.

"Song Lan?" Jin Yu, silently muttered for a moment, searched in his mind again, and was sure that he had no impression of this person and this name.

"What is the proof?" Jin Yu asked.

"What proof? Are you saying, my name? Or, other, what proof?" said the woman.

"Then, let's start with your name first," said Jin Yu.

"Okay," the woman nodded, stretched out her hand, but she took out something from her waist and showed it to Jin Yu.

It turned out to be a jade plaque, with a warm texture and looked like cream, but it was a bit transparent.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the jade token in the woman's hand was just right, facing the sunlight in the sky. At that time, the sun had already set in the west, and the golden afterglow was just behind the jade token. Through the jade body, the objects in front, the patterns and words on the jade surface were clearly visible.

The pattern is right, it is indeed from Tianxuan Peak, the disciple of the Peak Lord. It has a unique pattern, surrounded by a circle, and is very similar to Jin Yu's own identity waist card.

The only difference is that the middle position around the pattern is engraved with three seal scripts, Song Lan's record.

This "Song Lan" naturally means that the woman's name is indeed Song Lan, and the last word indicates the woman's identity, the master of Tianxuan Peak, and the registered disciple.

Then, the information expressed by this jade tablet is the registered disciple, Song Lan.

Just like, Jin Yu’s identity is written on the jade tablet, which means that Jin Yu’s personal disciple, Jin Yu, is generally the same.

"It turns out to be, Junior Sister Song, but why, you are in them..." As he said that, Jin Yu looked at the group of people who were looking at this place in the distance.

Now Jin Yu is sure. The jade token in front of him is indeed true, but he cannot be fake. However, he cannot be sure whether the identity of this woman is true or not.

After all, if you learn from your mistakes, you will gain wisdom. This jade plaque is dead, but a human being lives. Everyone can say that this jade plaque is his own.

"Since I was ordered by Master Song to protect you in secret," said "Song Lan".

"Why... is this? Your cultivation seems to be." Jin Yu, however, didn't believe what this "Song Lan" said...

"It seems that my cultivation is not as good as you, Senior Brother Jin, but how about protecting you in secret, right?" "Song Lan", said.

"No," he saw the woman in front of him who claimed to be Song Lan, and he didn't seem to be sloppy at all. Jin Yu, in other words, no longer hid her, and directly admitted her confusion in her heart, saying.

"Yeah," Song Lan nodded and said, "Senior Brother Jin's cultivation is indeed better than the lower level. However, at present, it seems that Master's decision is really wise."

As he said that, "Song Lan" seemed a little dissatisfied when he saw Jin Yu, but he had no intention of stopping. Then, he said, "Master, I have said that like a senior brother, a playboy is not sure to restrain himself. It is okay in a good situation. Once you are in adversity, you will definitely be betrayed. Moreover, even if you keep going, you will have bad luck one day. No matter how high your cultivation level will be..."

Upon hearing this, Jin Yu naturally felt dissatisfied in his heart.

However, when "Song Lan" finished speaking, Jin Yu was silent. After experiencing what happened just now, he no longer had the "playboy" thinking he used to be, but he understood that no matter whether it was the master's words or not, these words were really reasonable.

After so many years, there are so many people who say they "bully", but he thinks that there has never been a single thing. Sorry, these "junior brothers and junior sisters" really can't figure out why, but they...

By the way, I am still too convinced by myself that I am the so-called "one person". From now on, I can't make such mistakes again.

Thinking of this, Jin Yu's eyes became firmer...

"Senior Brother Jin, do you still don't believe it?" "Song Lan", said.

"Not bad," Jin Yu said, "I can't confirm it. Your true identity is not good. No matter how easy it is, I believe it to you."

"Well..." "Song Lan" pondered for a while and said, "Senior Brother Jin, except for this waist card, he can no longer come up with any other identity certificates... Otherwise, think about it, what to do to make you believe in me for the time being..."

Upon hearing this, Jin Yu pondered for a moment and spoke, "I have heard that if people in this world want to become bandits, if they want to accept the people on the mountain before, they will offer the so-called letter of fame."

"Song Lan" was obviously stunned when she heard this. It seemed that she had never heard of this word before, but then she understood something slightly. She pointed with her hand, and in the distance, the remaining "junior brothers and junior sisters" said, "Does the so-called "submission" refer to them?"

Seeing the woman's reaction, Jin Yu felt a little bit in his heart and felt a little clear-headed.

I haven't even heard of the letter of fame. It seems that at least he grew up in a sect and is unlikely to be an outsider.

In this way, my identity and foundation are much easier to check. After all, as long as I live in the mountains, it will inevitably leave traces, but no one can erase them.

However, judging from the speed of this woman's reaction, I guess she is an extremely intelligent person. If there is no problem, I can't say it, and it can still be a good help for my future. But in the future, I have to do something that is almost impossible. All help, if there is a slight possibility, is absolutely absolutely, and I cannot give up.

"Yes," Jin Yu, thinking about it, nodded, but found that it could not be done at all. In other words, he continued directly, saying, "Sister Sister, since you understand, then senior brother, there is no need to say anything more..."

"Okay", "Song Lan" was very straightforward, nodded and said.

He stretched out his hands, took out the two daggers from behind and from his waist again, holding them in his hand.

The dagger, under the afterglow, had no reflection at all, but was just its own, a little cold light, faintly contained between the blade.

Looking at the dagger again, it seemed that the woman had not even stained with blood when she cut the necks of the two of them.

It seems that these two daggers are not ordinary things either.
Chapter completed!