Chapter 477

Dai Yunkai couldn't help laughing,

"I haven't asked yet, but Mr. Qin said it, but..." after a pause, he said with a smile, "your words are somewhat arbitrary."

"It's just the truth."

"But as far as I know, it's not what you said."

Dai Yunkai holds his glasses. His sharp eyes seem to penetrate people. Unfortunately, the characters sitting opposite him are not ordinary.

As soon as Qin Ruchuan graduated, he went to the Middle East to work as a war correspondent. Then he joined the embassy and was responsible for diplomatic affairs in the Middle East and Africa. His complex experience has created a tough character, which can not be intimidated in a few words.

Dai Yunkai continued with a smile,

"It's understandable that no father wants to bring trouble to his children, but some things can't be avoided after all. If you don't admit it, it doesn't mean he doesn't exist."

"Mr. Qin, I hope you can tell the truth. It's good for everyone."

Qin Ruchuan said with a bitter smile, "since you're here, you must have investigated angelica. Yes, I did pursue her, but before that, she was pregnant. I really don't know who the child's father is, but I'm sure it's not mine."

"Facts are facts. We can't force Luke Shaw to find a father just because he is special."

"A lie can't stand the test. Now it's not the past. If it's born in person, you can see the truth and falsehood with a DNA photo!"

"Actually, I don't want to have such a wonderful son."

The last sentence was full of exclamations, which made Dai Yunkai frown. If he had not got the documents from Mr. Li in advance, he would have believed the other party's lies.

However, Qin Ruchuan did not admit his death. He really had no choice.

You can't force him to admit his family. That will only make things worse.

"Anything else? If not, I'll go to work. "

Without waiting for the other party's consent, Qin Ruchuan got up and left. When he got to the door, a word came from behind,

"Luke Shaw is a rare talent who has mastered science and technology far beyond this era. We have absolute respect for him and will not hurt him. Mr. Qin, I'm looking for you today. I just want to have another choice. I don't mean anything else."

"I hope you understand."

Qin Ruchuan did not speak, closed the door and left.

……

For some unknown reason, baiyun temple in Qingyun Mountain, famous for its incense, suddenly closed its gate and dismissed all its disciples.

In contrast, the older generation of disciples who traveled around were called back by the headmaster's laws.

In the hall of the back hall of baiyun temple, twenty-eight generations of disciples represented by Zhang Ruochen sit in the center, followed by some twenty-nine generations of disciples and real people borrowed from other Taoist schools.

Zhang Ruochen opened the sandalwood box and solemnly put the clothes and robes left by the elder martial brother on the low table,

Some people can't help saying,

"Martial uncle, master, he really..."

Zhang Ruochen showed a wry smile, "elder martial brother drove the crane to the west two days ago."

All the disciples began to cry, and Han Lin, the Taoist priest, sighed,

"When I saw brother ruoshu last year, he had already learned the way of Yang God. I didn't think that only a few months later, he was separated from Yin and Yang. The reason is that younger martial brother ruoshen told me clearly."

"That's why I invite you all to come."

"Just a moment, please."

Zhang Ruochen got up and left the hall. Shortly after, he came in with a wooden box full of charms. As soon as he crossed the threshold, Han Lin frowned,

"What a strange force!"

Several old Taoist priests with high accomplishments also turned around and stared at the wooden box with a dignified look.

Zhang Ruochen put down the box and carefully opened the wooden cover. A piece of metal appeared, with a red light on the surface. From time to time, there was a flash of green. Every time the green appeared, everyone felt the pain of soul being stripped.

"It's this metal that killed the elder martial brother."

Zhang Ruochen repeated the story, including what happened in the stone wall of the back mountain, without any concealment.

"Green flame!"

Han Lin stroked his beard and said, "is it fire?"

"No!"

The real person next to him shook his head, "the dark fire has no such evil power."

Someone said, "brother Ruo Su really died of metal."

Zhang Ruochen raised his right hand, "what I said is half false. I will never die well, and I will be despised forever."

Hearing him say so, people no longer doubt and cast their eyes on the metal.

Zhang Ruochen continued,

"On his deathbed, the elder martial brother of the headmaster raised his hand and pointed to the metal. He talked about seal and seal. I think he meant let's seal it."

Han Lin shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid it's not so easy."

As the leader of baiyun temple, Zhang ruosu's cultivation belongs to the top ranks. The way of Yang and God is the combination of virtual and real. He can restrain all the evil and evil things. In addition, there are few people in the world who are his opponents.

It was such a strong man that he was destroyed in the blink of an eye.

You can imagine how powerful the demons in the metal are.

At this time, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard came forward. Zhang Ruochen was very happy and said busily,

"Brother Zhao, do you have any idea?"

The old Taoist, whose surname is Zhao and whose name is Congxin, is the highest in middle age among all of you, and also the strongest in cultivation.

"Try again."

Lao Dao opened the sword box and took out the black wooden sword at the bottom. Everyone looked shocked and couldn't help gazing.

The black wooden sword is three feet three long, also known as leiling mother sword. It is the treasure of Ziwei temple. It is said that it was made by the wooden heart after the thousand year old tree demon failed to survive the robbery. It has a natural restraining effect on Yin things and soul.

With the long sword in hand, Lao Dao's momentum suddenly changed, his eyes glittered with golden thunder, his eyes were indifferent, just like a God General in charge of heaven's punishment.

"Drink!"

He gave a loud drink. His left index finger and middle finger closed together. He wiped the sword with force. Wherever he went, the seal characters on the sword seemed to come alive. The light was flickering and accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

Zhang Ruochen's face changed slightly, and he immediately ordered the disciples with low accomplishments to retreat.

The thunder in the hall became stronger and stronger. Suddenly there was a roar. Under the sky, a flash of lightning came down from the sky, passed through the layers of space, and fell on the wooden sword. In an instant, the body of the sword became pure white.

Lao Dao raised his sword and cut the metal with all his strength.

When!

The sound of gold and iron reverberated, and the thunder shot everywhere, continuously infiltrating into the metal.

At this time, a little green suddenly appeared.

The green meaning solidifies quickly and becomes a flaming flame. The flame is wrapped in metal and tries to fight against the thunder.

"That's it. It's finally there."

Zhang Ruochen said in a loud voice, "elder martial brother, be careful. Lvyan is unusual."

Zhao Congxin frowned and looked very cold. The light on the sword was not ordinary lightning, but the sky thunder. Ordinary ghosts, let alone fighting against it, would be terrified at a glance.

The magic in the metal can compete with it.

What is sacred?