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After hearing the man's words, Ling Xun was noncommittal, and only looked at him with serious eyes.He was born with a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, even if he looked at a dead mouse, he could see a bit of affection. Sitting in a dark alley, the bright blue satin against his white body, and the vixen who only came out to seduce the soul. like.

"What? Boss Feng doesn't believe what I'm saying? He thought he was lying to you?" The chief historian weighed the man's silence and asked tentatively.

Ling Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, and decided to push the boat along the way, "Yes, empty talk is useless. Everyone knows the court's attitude towards mages, so how can people believe it?"

"It's easy to handle." The man touched it, and took off a waist card from his waist to show Ling Xun.Ling Xun had good eyesight, glanced at the pattern on the waist card, and saw that it was a token of a chief historian with a rank of a thousand stones.

Fearing that a token would not be convincing, the man took out the chief historian's seal and a secret order with the imperial seal from his pocket.

"Let's see, Boss Feng, as an array mage, isn't he also in an important position? In fact, the imperial court's attitude towards mages has already changed in recent years, and they cherish real talents like feathers. If Boss Feng is willing to serve the imperial court, the imperial court will not I'm sorry for you."

Ling Xun took the secret order and looked at it again and again, as if distinguishing the authenticity of the banknote, and then carefully groped for the seal of the long history. After a long while, that earthbound nerve that had never seen the world seemed to be stimulated at once. His shoulders shook like chaff and he fell on the ground, wishing to paint the four words of sincerity and fear on his face.

"It turns out to be the Chief Historian! Xiaomin has no eyes, how offended!"

The Chief Historian finally raised his eyebrows and elated in his heart, and raised his unremarkable square chin, as if the light suddenly shone brightly.However, his face was still very polite, he pulled Ling Xun up from the ground, and said warmly: "Hey, why are there so many etiquettes! Although they are serving in the imperial court, the formation masters don't care about their rank, they only talk about their fellowship. Boss Ruofeng doesn't dislike it, and said that the next call will be brother."

Ling Xun didn't even hesitate to blink, and the word "senior brother" floated out in a thousand turns.

The Chief Historian's expression became more and more good-looking, and he felt that the matter was almost settled.

These days it's really hard to find array mages. Zhongchang ordered them to come to the folks to recruit talents. Regardless of the good ones, they will receive rewards according to the number of people after they go back. In fact, he just saw that the cloth seller used arrays to find people. It's not good, it's okay to fool ordinary people, but it's not enough to look at in front of experts, even if you go to work for the court, it's still a cannon fodder.But what did that have to do with him?As long as he got the man to the capital and received the reward, his mission would be considered complete.

Ling Xun's pretty face is still very pleasing when he is not pretending to be aggressive. In addition, he is young and can look at the height of his eyebrows, so it is very easy for people to let go of their guard and feel good.In a few words, when it comes to the feelings of the past and the vision of the future, the two are like brothers.Ling Xun hooked the chief historian's neck and walked out of the alley, calling out to invite him to drink at home.

"I frightened the senior brother before, so I called out those little bastards and asked them to kowtow to the senior brother one by one to apologize."

Hearing about the drinking, the Chief Historian was a little moved, but he still reluctantly said: "Forget it, I won't drink the wine. The time is urgent, and if it is too late, things will change. You should come to the capital with me and return to your life."

Ling Xun blinked belatedly, "Return to life? What kind of life is it?"

The Chief Historian doubted: "Go back to the capital and report to the Zhongchang servant. Didn't you agree to enter the capital with me?"

"Huh? I didn't agree."

The Chief Historian gradually suppressed his smile, "Why, Boss Feng, are you deliberately teasing me?"

"Where is it, I really don't agree." Ling Xun's face was 1 ignorant and innocent, and he gave a deep bow to the chief historian, "I still want to trouble my brother to report to Mr. Chang Shi, and say that I have no other talents. I can only sell cloth, but I really don’t dare to shoulder the important responsibilities of my family and country. Besides, there are so many formation masters in the world, and I’m not bad for a pawn like me, don’t you think? Since senior brother doesn’t want to drink, then I won’t force it, let’s change Let’s talk again in the day!”

When the two of them reached the next intersection, Ling Xun suddenly took advantage of the chief historian not paying attention, cast a blind eye, jumped three or two, got into the intricate alley, took advantage of the familiar terrain, slipped away, and disappeared in an instant .

The Chief Historian's face suddenly turned cold, and he was not in a hurry to chase. He stepped on the ground, picked up a few stones from the ground, and popped them in different directions. Then he stood with his hands behind his back and stood still.

Xiang Lingxun was running away quickly, thinking about how to tell the people below to withdraw from Jincheng, and at the same time beware of the court lackey behind him chasing him, but when he turned his head, he ran into someone head-on and saw Who is Qing, almost frightened out of his wits.

"Junior brother, where do you want to go in such a hurry?" The chief historian smiled, and clamped Ling Xun's arm.

Bad, this is the way of this person!It's just what trick he used to make a ghost hit the wall!

Although it is said that formation masters are all born, and the skills that come with them from the mother's womb, at any rate, there are differences in talent. Looking at the situation today, I am afraid that he is not the opponent of this authentic expert.

Ling Xun knew very early on that he was a formation master. He has always been very careful and never showed his skills in front of others. He just tampered with the fabric of the Jinxiu Tower, applying the principle of formation to the brocade pattern, so that the fabric can be worn Warm in winter and cool in summer, soft and durable, which is why his fabrics sell well.

"Good brother, I really don't want to go, don't force me, okay..."

But the Chief Historian refused to follow his tricks, he sneered: "If you don't want to go, you have to go, it's up to you."

"Then let go, I'll go by myself."

"Be honest, don't try to play tricks again! I won't be fooled."

The Chief Historian carried Ling Xun, but he didn't know what sorcery was used. He saw the wind blowing under his feet, and the surrounding scenery retreated rapidly, which was even faster than the speed of the Chollima.

If things go on like this, it won't take much effort before they are about to be kidnapped and taken out of Yizhou. Ling Xun finally became anxious and struggled: "Let go! Let go! If you don't let go, I'm going to scream!"

The Chief Historian was taken aback. He didn't expect that the painted beauty would suddenly change his face. Before he could figure out what Ling Xun meant, he heard the person in his hand screaming stand up.

"Come here! It's molestation! It's rape! Take off your pants and show the guy!!!"

The chief historian didn't mention it in one breath, and was almost bitten by the thousands of miles of stealth formation under his feet. He spit out a mouthful of old blood, and quickly drew a few times on Ling Xun's chest with his backhand.

Ling Xun immediately lost his voice, his hands and feet were also stiff, and he could no longer move freely.

The Chief Historian also felt tired. Originally, the people I met before, as long as they showed their official skin and made a bright promise of a bright future, they would all follow them gratefully.After all, as an array mage, there is no way to settle down except for camping dogs in dark places. Now that the clouds are open and the moon is bright, how can you not accept it when the court calls for peace?On the other hand, this stinky brat with no hair on his head is too ignorant of flattery!

But if you think about it carefully, it's no wonder people don't care about it.This Feng Wuge has his own property, and he is not short of the royal rations he earned by working hard.Not only did he play well, but he was also very good at hiding. If he hadn't received a secret report and someone pointed out the clues of the Jinxiu Building's fabric, the chief historian would not have noticed him at all.But even so, in order to lure this thieves and foxes to show their tails, the chief historian made a great sacrifice, letting a group of little bastards kick and beat him for nothing.

In a few moments, Ling Xun had been carried out of Jincheng by the chief historian.With great effort, he overcame the stiffness of his arms and touched the signal fireworks in his arms.

As long as a signal is sent, someone will come to rescue soon, but even if someone comes to rescue, is it the opponent of this formation of mages?Now those who can take care of things are all outside to beg the goods and have not come back. There are only a few impatient brats left at home. go in.

Thinking of this, Ling Xun silently took out his hand again, letting the chief historian hold him and ran into the night.

The Chief Historian's journey was extraordinary. After leaving Jincheng, he hired a carriage and traveled even faster.

They were taking a dry road, and at the same time, a ship had just left the port and headed north on the water road from Yizhou to Gyeonggi.

"gentlemen."

Outside the guest room of Tianzi on the ship, a young man with the appearance of a book boy called respectfully.

The sound of the Guqin that was originally heard in the room stopped, but there was still a lingering sound.

"Has the news been sent out?" The person inside asked, it was a man's voice, gentle and light, which made people feel comfortable.

"It was sent out, and it was already in the hands of the chief historian, and no one saw it."

"Well, good." The man praised lightly.

The book boy seemed quite proud of himself for successfully completing the task, and couldn't help but ask, "Does sir have any grudges against that Jinxiu Building's boss Feng? Why did you want to expose his identity?"

"Too much talk." The man reprimanded softly, but he didn't seem very sullen, "It's been a hard trip, go and rest, you don't have to wait on me anymore."

"Yes." The book boy stood up respectfully again, saluted through the door, bowed his head and retreated.

Guqin sounds in the room again, the melody is neither rush nor slow, there is no sound of iron horses and golden swords, let alone the momentum of engulfing mountains and rivers. It sounds like it is just painting with ink, and the strokes are the sound of the piano. , there is a kind of indifference to the world.However, on the Yanbo River, where there is no way to see the way forward, the clear and shallow rhythm of the lingling melting sound has a somewhat vast and far-reaching artistic conception.