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Pu Yishan hastily returned to his study. There were some noises coming from the study as Pu Mingjie paced around the study.

Seeing his father hurrying in, Pu Mingjie immediately went up to him and took out an invitation from his chest, "Dad, this is Gao Wei's birthday invitation. Uncle Pang told me to pass it to you." Pu Mingjie handed the red invitation letter to Pu Yishan. However, he noticed that there was something wrong with Pu Yishan's expression. "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Oh, oh, nothing, nothing." Pu Yishan's words seemed somewhat hesitant, "What day is it? I'll personally go to Chang'an."

"Dad, do you have something on your mind?" Pu Mingjie was still worried as he asked. Pu Yishan's expression revealed the depths of his heart. He had never had such a solemn expression before. This Pu Mingjie could easily see that he understood his father the best.

"No, I just feel tired. I'll be fine after a night's rest." Pu Yishan perfunctorily replied, but his mind was still filled with Third Mother's words and the invincible《 The Feather of the Butterfly》. Of course, there was also the matter of his son. He did not know whether or not he should tell Pu Mingjie that he should stop wasting time on Su Guangren, but he was unwilling to do so, just like how his son understood him. He also knew his son very well, and he would not stop pursuing him.

"Li Zhongtian is dead." Pu Mingjie calmly said. However, there was still an unreadable expression on his face. Li Zhongtian was the third disciple of the Hong Tong Sect, and his martial arts skills were only slightly lower than He Lintong and Li Yu's.

"Dead?" Pu Yishan's expression was abnormally calm. To him, such a death did not even take into account the value of one's life. This was already a common occurrence. "This is a matter for the Hong Tong Sect."

"The problem is that he is under the master. One for life. " When Pu Mingjie said this, his expression changed to one of slight surprise.

"A single kill?" "Pu Yishan's complexion immediately changed, becoming desolated and desolate." It's really here again? "

"Dad, what's happening?" Pu Mingjie asked in confusion.

"Is there anything special about the deaths of these people other than a throat seal?" There was something eager in his eyes, like the eyes of a hungry vulture, but the vulture's eyes were worried.

"They are different, but the people who caused you to die were the ones who went to the Yellow Mountain to seize < Deal of the Butterfly >." Pu Mingjie thought for a while and said, "Except for the Moon-Shrouding Dirty Flower." Park Mingjie added very carefully.

"The Moon-Closing Mimosa did not ascend the Yellow Mountain?" Pu Yishan asked in doubt, "If that's the case, then their deaths were caused by Su Guangren?"

"That's right. I asked them to help Shadow Snake that day, but someone borrowed the Shadow Snake to help me and somehow lost my life." Pu Mingjie said. He naturally thought that all of this was his own fault because he wanted to kill Su Guangren. He wanted to know just who this mysterious expert was.

"What's the use of those spies sent to Changan City? They ate the living expenses of our Pu family." Pu Yishan turned angry from embarrassment. He immediately continued, "Just now, you said that the people who were killed in succession were those who went to Yellow Mountain before?"

"Yeah. They are all people who went to the Yellow Mountain to seize the secret manuals. " Pu Mingjie answered with certainty.

"In that case, the people of Yellow Mountain came down the mountain to seek revenge." Pu Yishan asked suspiciously.

"I suspect so too." Pu Mingjie immediately followed up, "But how can we go down the mountain to seek revenge after our Master and disciple died?"

"Are you sure that both master and disciple are dead?" Pu Yishan looked at Pu Mingjie with a doubtful expression.

"I personally witnessed the dao's path to victory being cut off in a pool of blood. His disciple and a young lady both fell down a cliff and died. The cliff was so deep that one could not see the bottom, and if they fell down, their bodies would definitely shatter." Pu Mingjie was very sure about what he had seen with his own eyes.

Pu Yishan thought to himself, "Then where did this avenger come from?"

Pu Yishan immediately regained his senses. "Mingjie, you can no longer go to the Hongtong Sect."

Pu Mingjie retorted: "Dad, why don't we lure the snake out of its hole? This mysterious person will naturally go everywhere to find his enemy. We'll use this opportunity to lure him out."

"This won't do, it's too dangerous." Pu Yishan was opposed to this suggestion. "We don't know much about the martial arts of this mysterious person. This is too risky."

"Dad, this is the best way. Only by doing this can we attract him to show himself." Pu Mingjie insisted on what he thought.

"We can let the others do this. I don't agree to go alone." Pu Yishan was a man who didn't want his only son to do such a risky thing. No one knew how powerful this mysterious man's martial arts was. If it really was the unrivalled《 Butterfly's Shroud》, then wouldn't his son enter the tiger's den?

"If we don't get into the tiger's den, how can we get into the tiger's den? Even if we ask others to go, what can we do? Who wouldn't worry about their own lives?" Pu Mingjie's eyes were firm.

"How can I allow you to use your body …?"

"Father." Pu Mingjie grabbed Pu Yishan's shoulder, "Dad, we want the secret manuals. As long as we have the secret manuals, we have everything. Besides, we've already planted a evil fruit so we will face it one day."

He knew his son. Since young, as long as he wanted to do something, no one would be able to stop him. Even his obedient mother could not stop him, so he would think of ways to get what he wanted, and it was the same with Bi Ru's heart as well.

"Senior brother, are you just going to watch as third junior brother Bai Bai dies?" Li Yu said loudly in the lobby. The expression on his face was extremely ugly, and the muscles on his face were twitching non-stop.

He Ling Tong sat quietly on his seat, facing the scene in front of him without any change in his expression. He calmly looked at the picture of a godly eagle hanging on the wall of the hall, and the godly eagle bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it looked at everything in the hall, its eyes emitting a yellow light. This was what his master had hung up that year. He liked this picture of the eagle, saying that one could not be weak or incompetent, but not cruel or cruel. The eagle looked cruel, but it had a ambition as clear as the sky.