Our leader can't be so funny

"Stop—" the steward gave the order, and everyone couldn't wait to remove the heavy load from their shoulders, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The person in charge will ask all of us to leave later. It is estimated that someone here will take over after we leave." Yan Jing approached Feng Ling and whispered.

Feng Ling raised her eyes, and found that the manager was looking at herself and Yan Jing, with a cold smile on her face, and a bad premonition in her heart.Sure enough, the steward said in a deep voice: "Kill."

ding ding ding-

Night Breeze brought the sound of the machine turning, and Feng Ling whispered: "Be careful!" He quickly grabbed Yan Jing and swept back a few steps, several cold lights flashed from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly nailed into the trees behind him, At the same time, other people who don't know martial arts were hit by sharp arrows, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

Feng Ling broke out in a cold sweat, and Yan Jing looked at him in surprise with a look of fear.

The steward looked at Feng Ling, and said in shock, "Your martial arts..." He gritted his teeth, "This Zheng Erer has done a good job, quickly, kill them both for me!"

Immediately, more than a dozen men in black jumped out from the dense forest. Feng Ling pushed Yan Jing away, rolled up the sharp arrow nailed to the tree with his long sleeves, and shot it into the steward's throat with a bang. The men in black were only taken aback for a moment, and then they all attacked Feng Ling.

It seemed that the person in charge was not really the person behind the scenes, Feng Ling had some calculations in his mind, and when one of the killers attacked, he bent his fingers into claws and pierced into his flesh and blood.The man let out a miserable cry, Feng Ling slapped him away, snatched the weapon from his hand, and turned to deal with the next attacking person.

Yan Jing stood by the tree in a daze, with his dead companions under his feet, and before him was the bloodthirsty scene of Feng Ling killing someone.

this person……

Yan Jing's heart was beating wildly, such a method, I am afraid that he is a person in the way of the devil.

Thinking of this, his heart beat violently. Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes shook the entire dense forest. Yan Jing raised his head and saw the flames in front of him. It seemed that many soldiers and horses were coming here.

Feng Ling's eyebrows twitched, thinking, could it be that these people's rescuers came?

Unexpectedly, the killer who was fighting with him suddenly stopped the attack, turned around and ran away.

Feng Ling was about to catch up, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice shout: "Master!"

Right protector?

Feng Ling turned her head, and saw the right guardian in white riding a tall horse, running side by side with a white-clothed young man. When she was in front of her eyes, Feng Ling could see the boy's appearance clearly. It turned out that the right guardian was kicked out of the divine sect that day Shen Liuyue.

Feng Ling was slightly surprised.

The right protector jumped off the horse and knelt down on one knee: "My subordinate came late to rescue me, and I deserve death. I ask the master to punish me."

Shen Liuyue followed him and jumped off the horse. Hearing these words, she immediately looked at Feng Ling with a wary expression on her face. It seemed that as long as Feng Ling said a word of reproach, he would immediately step forward and fight him desperately.

Feng Ling smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand to support the right protector: "The right protector came at the right time, what is the crime?"

The Right Protector stood up: "Master, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone shouting, "Look, Mr. Shen!"

Feng Ling and Guardian You turned their heads at the same time, and saw that a young man who followed them and was dressed as the leader of the guards opened the coffin at some point. The coffin was full of weapons such as swords, spears, swords and halberds. No wonder it was so heavy.

Shen Liuyue's face was serious, she stepped forward to take a look, and said coldly: "As expected, let me solve the case today."

"Why are you with Shen Liuyue?" Feng Ling turned her head and asked the right protector.

"Reporting to the leader, after the leader and leader Ye went missing that day, his subordinates searched everywhere, and then searched all the way according to the marks left by the leader, and met Mr. Shen on the way, and found that the two of us were on the same road, so we went together .”

Feng Ling nodded slightly, got on the horse, and said to the right protector: "You protect the right, you stay to deal with the affairs here, I will go back to the small town."

"Master!" Before Guardian Right had time to speak, the horse under Feng Ling's seat flew like flying, and disappeared in the night in an instant.

After returning to the inn, she found that there was no one in the huge inn, and Feng Ling couldn't care less about it, so she hurried to the second floor, found the room she rented that day, opened the cabinet door and saw that there was already empty.

Ye Fuyi was missing.

Feng Ling clenched her fist fiercely, rushed to the side of the big bed, shook the bed board with her palm, turned over and jumped into it.

I lit the torch I carried with me, and walked along the dark and long passage, only to find that besides the prison, there was actually a huge sword-making workshop in this dungeon, but the atmosphere was a bit dead silent.

Feng Ling suddenly stepped on something soft, and looked down, it was a human arm.

Feng Ling took a step back, his scalp was numb, and his intuition told him that everyone in the entire dungeon was dead.

As if to confirm his conjecture, when he reached the next intersection, he saw corpses all over the ground. Everyone's expressions were terrified. The blood was dizzy all over the ground, and it hadn't solidified yet. It seemed that they had just died not long ago.

Even though she had already been mentally prepared, Feng Ling couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat.

Carefully avoiding the mutilated limbs, he searched room after room, even carefully inspecting the corpses on the ground.

There was no Ye Fuyi.

Instantly he breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, how could he, a thousand-year-old disaster, die so easily.

Feng Ling stood against the wall for a while, finally calmed down, walked out along the route in memory, just pushed open the iron gate, but saw Shen Liuyue's men searching the courtyard.

"Master." Right Protector saw him.

Feng Ling exhaled lightly, and said to the right protector in a low voice: "Send down the order, order everyone in the teaching to search for Ye Fuyi's whereabouts, and tell me immediately when you find him."

"This subordinate takes orders." The right protector clasped his fists.

Here, Shen Liuyue had already rushed into the dungeon with his men and horses, and after a while, he ran out with a pale face, and looked at the right guardian in a daze: "All, all are dead, I'm still a step late!"

***

A silver moon slanted down in the pitch-black sky, with a few faint stars embedded around it, and the flowing clouds wrapped around the moonlight like tulle. From a distance, the outline of the vast and distant mountains could be vaguely seen.

Feng Ling stood by the window, and only one candle was lit in the room. As the night wind slapped the window softly, the candle kept jumping, reflecting the figures of the people in the room on the wall, wasn't it? Very real.

A piece of ghost paper flew in front of Feng Ling, Feng Ling's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to grab it.

Shen Liuyue sat by the candlelight, clenched her hands into fists, her face was as pale as paper, she muttered in a low voice: "Dead... all dead... I still couldn't save them."

The Right Protector stood beside him, frowning slightly, and seemed to want to pat his shoulder as a comforting gesture, but he withdrew it halfway, sighing softly: "Liu Yue, don't be too conceited." Responsibility, some things... are fate."

Shen Liuyue suddenly grabbed his hand.

The protector on the right was slightly taken aback.

"Are you going to leave me in the end too, Master?" Shen Liuyue looked up at him, softly calling that title that had long been annihilated in time.

The right protector's complexion changed slightly, and he looked at him in shock: "You, did you recognize it?"

Shen Liuyue smiled wryly: "It's because I'm stupid that I didn't recognize you until now."

Feng Ling turned to look at Guardian Right, frowned slightly, then turned to look at Shen Liuyue, "What exactly are you looking for?"

"A case of rebellion against the private manufacture of weapons. The underground city was originally the sword-making workshop of the Guo family of the former sword-making family. Someone deliberately released news of evil spirits to fool the people and caused panic. The purpose was to cover up the secret of the underground city. In recent years, blacksmiths have been disappearing all over the world, and they were all taken captive here to make weapons privately for the people behind the scenes, and then transport the finished weapons from here. It's a pity that I was still a step late, and the people behind the scenes were one step ahead of me. Get the news, evacuate early, and kill everyone in the dungeon."

In this way, there would be an explanation for why they were arrested as coolies to carry the coffin in the middle of the night. Feng Ling paused, and suddenly asked: "Who is behind the scenes?"

"Ninth Prince Li Chengyu." Shen Liuyue replied after being silent for a moment.

Both Feng Ling and Guardian Right were startled.

The right protector raised his eyes to look at him: "So you are here at the order of the fourth prince this time?"

Shen Liuyue nodded: "But this time the evidence is insufficient, the blacksmith and others have been silenced, and there is no way to touch Li Chengyu."

Feng Ling's mood was a little complicated. He didn't expect to be involved in Li Chengyu's conspiracy after a small pursuit. He actually didn't want to get involved in the Li family's affairs.

The most important issue right now is to find Ye Fuyi first.

"By the way, Protector Right, have you contacted Shangguan Qiyou and Xiao Mu?" Feng Ling turned to look at Protector Right.

Guardian Right nodded: "They have already arrived at Shangguan's house in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Then let them stay in the south of the Yangtze River, and let us check Ye Fuyi's whereabouts."

"This subordinate will tell Mr. Shangguan." Protector Right was silent for a moment, "Does the leader have anything to tell Xiao Mu?"

"Tell him to stay with Shangguan well. Don't worry about the affairs of the Divine Cult. If you are bullied, tell us. The Divine Cult will definitely stand up for him."

Protector You couldn't help but smile: "My subordinate, Xiao Mu, thank the leader."

Feng Ling nodded slightly, but her eyes were tinged with worry when she looked at Tianbianyue.

——Fuyi, where are you right now?

***

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

There is a faint sound of water flowing by my ears, clear and pleasant, like a beautiful piece of music, thinking about it this way, there is really an ethereal flute sound, low and lingering.

Ye Fuyi suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up from the bed, only to find that his surroundings were covered with a layer of white gauze as thin as a cicada's wings. The smoke spread like mist, blurring his vision.

Ye Fuyi lifted the white gauze and got out of bed, only to realize that this is a cave, the interior of the cave is extremely luxuriously furnished, with running water flowing through it, and a small hollowed-out silver tripod is placed in the corner, and the light smoke is wafting from the tripod. from.

Ye Fuyi took a deep breath and walked out of the cave following the sound of the flute. What he saw was a white jade bridge pulled up by iron chains and falling between the clouds and mist.

Ye Fuyi walked across the bridge, and a white figure stood vaguely at the end of the bridge, playing the flute with his back turned to him.Ye Fuyi stopped not far away, there was an abyss under the bridge, and the clouds and mists rolled over, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"Thank you for your help. I don't know your name, Gao?" Ye Fuyi clasped his fists.

The man put down his flute, turned around, and saw an extremely handsome and young face, with sharp expressions on the corners of his eyes and brows, calmly said without anger: "Hell Yama, the world is born."

Ye Fuyi was stunned: "The master of the Rashomon sect?"

The man chuckled: "Leader Ye, I have admired your name for a long time."

Ye Fuyi's mood was a bit complicated: "To each other."

The head of the Rashomon sect smiled and said: "President Ye must be wondering why the deity killed you and saved you?"

"Sect Master Wang explained Ye's doubts."

The leader of the Rashomon sect suddenly sighed: "The person who wants to kill you is my little pet, and it is my original intention to save you. I have heard that leader Ye is the best in martial arts in the world. I wonder if I have the honor to ask for a lesson or two?"

Ye Fuyi laughed: "It's a pity that Ye is injured, the sect master may not be able to enjoy himself to his heart's content."

"It's okay, why don't you and I make a one-year agreement, one year later, on the top of Mount Tai, it's better to compare each other."

Ye Fuyi laughed: "The master of the sect is really a straightforward person, so it is agreed that a year later, we will see you on the top of Mount Tai. However, Ye Mou really misses someone at this moment, and the grace of saving him today, let him Report back daily."

The head of the Rashomon sect also laughed: "It's okay, President Ye, go slowly."

After Ye Fuyi left, the head of the Rashomon sect walked back to his dormitory on the white jade bridge. As soon as he stepped into the cave, he saw a young man in red standing by the flowing water, his white fingers tightly grasping the railing, The blue veins on the back of the hand are raised.

The master of the Rashomon sect was silent for a moment, and called out, "Shaoqin."