I want it all

Shen Feiyun wasn't surprised at all, the fact that Mo Tingfeng had a little golden compound Gu in his hands.That day Su Lang left without saying goodbye and took He Gu with him. Since Su Lang fell into Mo Tingfeng's hands, it was only natural that He Gu changed hands.

The carriage quickly drove into Lingxiao Temple.

It was raining in the middle of the night, the high door of the gymnasium was wide open, and the boys on both sides were wearing straw hats and holding umbrellas, as if they were waiting for the distinguished guests.

Shen Feiyun looked over the curtain, and at this moment, the lantern in a boy's hand went out.

"Drive!" The driver shouted while holding his whip.

The sound of horseshoes stepping on the bluestone slab pierced through the wind and rain and reached everyone's ears.

"close the door--"

When the last carriage passed through the high gate, Dao Tong had already relit the lantern in his hand.With a cry, he turned around with the other Taoist boy, dexterous as a butterfly, closely following the speeding carriage, no more, no less, exactly one zhang away.

The old man in the thatched hut next to the door came out, his back bent, and the two tall doors closed instantly with the force of his palms. After a "creak", the ancient wood collided and rumbled.

Shen Feiyun sat back in his original position, secretly startled, although the sound of rain covered his breath, he didn't find anyone in the thatched hut until the old man went out.

"The Daoist Chongxu who returned to vulgarity 23 years ago." Mo Tingfeng explained.

"He is still alive." Shen Feiyun was amazed.

"It's the same for you when he's dead."

Shen Feiyun couldn't help but look at Mo Tingfeng, approaching Ling Xiao Guan, this person's expression became more and more serious, until now, after curbing his sloppy habits, people dare not underestimate him.

It is widely rumored in the world that Mo Tingfeng kills people without blinking an eye, doing whatever he wants, even more ruthless than his father, Shen Feiyun believes it.

"Woo--" the driver pulled the reins, and the galloping horse stopped in front of the Lingxiao Palace panting heavily.

"Let's go." Mo Tingfeng smiled, revealing dimples, looking like a naive young man who doesn't know much about the world.

He picked up the umbrella and jumped out of the carriage. Two Taoist boys came to his side and lit the lamp for him.

Mo Tingfeng said casually: "Take good care of Prince Chen, if something goes wrong, you just ask."

"Yes!" The stewards responded in unison, walked in front of Jian Yishan, and surrounded the carriage he was in.

Thousands of years flashed through Shen Feiyun's mind, and finally turned into four words. He had no choice but to sigh heavily.

The candle in Daotong's hand, the lantern hanging in the hallway of Lingxiao Hall, these dim white lights light up the dark night, everything becomes hazy and difficult to distinguish due to the heavy rain.

In the wind and rain, Mo Tingfeng saw half of a slender right hand, and then the curtain of the car was lifted to one side, and a person like an exile bent down and lowered his head, and slowly walked out of the car.

Mo Tingfeng hurried forward to open his umbrella.

After Shen Feiyun's stroke, no one would cover him from the rain. This little devil was willing to put on a show, so he let the other party go, too lazy to stretch out his hand to brush it away.

"It's really magnificent." Shen Feiyun raised his head and glanced at the Biwa on the eaves, lazily praised, and after finishing speaking, he walked towards Lingxiao Hall.

Mo Tingfeng was chattering all the way, but now he calmed down and followed silently.

Walking to the door, Shen Feiyun turned around and waited until Jian Yishan was beside him before he was willing to knock on the door.

The hall was brightly lit, and the warm light shone on his face through the window lattice. The sharp facial features were finally no longer concealed, and they showed their sharpness, which was a bit glamorous.

The palace door opened slowly, but the two maidservants did not dare to raise their heads, and hid half of their bodies behind the door.

Shen Feiyun walked into the hall, and saw a handsome young man sitting upright in the high hall. He was full of righteousness, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Jian Yichen and Jian Yishan. He must be the prince Jian Yike.

Jian Yike got up from his seat, came forward to greet him, and said enthusiastically, "Third brother, please take a seat."

Jian Yishan lived in Chang'an for a few years when he was a child, and later lived in Jinling for a long time. After a long time, he had already forgotten all about his cheap cousin.In addition, Jian Yike was deeply involved with the Devil's Cult, and he really couldn't show a good face when he disturbed him in the middle of the night.

Jian Yike pulled Jian Yishan and walked into the hall.

Shen Feiyun smiled slightly, unwilling to be reconciled, and pressed tightly against his friend's shoulder.

Jian Yike stopped, as if he had just seen Shen Feiyun, and asked with a smile, "Who is this handsome man?"

Shen Feiyun replied: "My surname is Shen and my first name is Feiyun. If you wish, you can call me Shen Er."

"You don't know who I am?" Jian Yike wondered.

Shen Feiyun's attitude was contemptuous, his words were neither humble nor overbearing, he was not warm at all, but rather lazy, as if he didn't take him seriously.

Shen Feiyun was very impatient in his heart, and said perfunctorily: "If you know what to do, so what if you don't know?"

The smile on Jian Yike's face was restrained, it seemed that he didn't like Shen Feiyun's attitude.

"He is Xu Qingyun's only disciple." Mo Tingfeng closed his umbrella and casually mentioned it.

Jian Yikefu was very enthusiastic again, and said pleasantly: "It turns out that Shen Er is Qing Yunjian's disciple."

This back and forth, Shen Feiyun saw it clearly, and secretly laughed at Jian Yike's face-changing trick, which was more powerful than Su Lang's disguise technique.

Thinking of Su Lang, Shen Feiyun couldn't help being lost in thought, and the last ray of leisure and leisure disappeared, leaving only endless depression.

Jian Yishan patted Shen Feiyun's shoulder, and whispered: "Sit down."

Only then did Shen Feiyun come back to his senses, sat down next to his friend, and looked up again, the prince had already returned to the high hall, holding a wine glass.

"Everyone is willing to attend the banquet, I am very grateful."

As soon as the words fell, Jian Yike raised his head and drank it down, and continued: "If I hadn't been helpless, I would not ask you for help..."

A man with a long beard knew the current affairs, and hurriedly said: "What's the prince, just ask, we will spare no expense, and we will do our best to help you!"

Shen Feiyun shook his head and laughed, put his arms on his friend's shoulders, and leaned into his ear, his tone was full of sarcasm: "The martial arts are not very advanced, but he is a first-class master who flatters his horse and studies flattery, and can't wait to get in front of everyone."

Halfway through speaking, he kicked up a sandalwood table in front of him.

The sound of the whip came whistling, and the black iron hit the table with a "bang", and the finely carved sandalwood split into pieces in an instant.

Sawdust and dust were scattered in the air.

When Mo Tingfeng stood up, Shen Feiyun happened to finish speaking.

Jian Yishan persuaded: "Say a few words less."

The long-bearded man picked up the nine-toothed rake, jumped into the hall in twos and twos, pointed at Shen Feiyun's nose and cursed: "You brat doesn't know what to do. When I was famous in the Jianghu, you were still breastfeeding. You don't deserve to talk about me!" !"

Mo Tingfeng threw out the nine-section whip, entangled the nail rake, and said coldly: "Are you worthy of scolding him?"

He had already stated before that Shen Feiyun was Xu Qingyun's disciple, and it was really impatient for someone to take it seriously.

The big bearded man struggled and said angrily, "Who are you?"

Mo Tingfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, my father is Mo Wuya, the leader of the Sacred Fire Sect."

"So you are the young master Mo Tingfeng!" The bearded man's expression changed drastically.

Xu Qingyun's name may not be known to people who have no real kung fu; but in recent years, the Holy Fire Cult has been rampant, and the young master Mo Tingfeng is cruel and cruel, taking the head of someone with a smile, and his reputation spreads far and wide.

"It's good to know." Mo Tingfeng slammed the rake to the door with all his strength, "You angered me. The prince is hosting guests today. You are not worthy to sit with me. If you don't want to die, get out of Lingxiao temple."

Shen Feiyun saw the smile on Mo Tingfeng's face, and the more he spoke, the more innocent he became, and he felt even less fond of this person in his heart, and his disgust was beyond words.

The big bearded man gritted his teeth, turned around and left, picked up the rake at the door, and rushed into the wind and rain without saying a word.

"And you." Mo Tingfeng smiled with satisfaction, and turned to look at Shen Feiyun.

"Me?" Shen Feiyun frowned, "Do you want me to get out as soon as possible, so as not to die? That's really wishful."

Mo Tingfeng shook his head and said, "I want you to stay away from Jian Yishan, you are too close, I feel uncomfortable."

Shen Feiyun never expected that this little devil would say such absurd words, and his face suddenly felt a little uneasy.

When everyone heard what was said, they understood it, and all cast ambiguous glances at Shen Feiyun.

"Okay, don't embarrass the third brother." Jian Yike finally spoke after watching enough drama.

Mo Tingfeng withdrew his nine-section whip and sat back in his original position.He patted the seat beside him, and asked Shen Feiyun: "Your table is gone, would you like to come to my place and drink with me?"

Shen Feiyun sat upright and said: "I'm not good at drinking, so I don't use a table."

Jian Yike clapped her hands high and ordered the servants: "Change to a table made of golden nanmu."

The maid at the door said "yes", and after a while, she carried a golden nanmu table and put it in front of Shen Feiyun.

The maidservants were as thin as a willow, with a graceful figure, lifting the heavy table without any effort, and retreated to the door in the blink of an eye, only the lingering faint fragrance floated.

After an episode, Jian Yike said as if nothing had happened: "I have something to ask, which involves the common people in the world, and I ask you to know everything and say everything."

Shen Feiyun sneered in his heart, holding the paper fan tightly in his hand.

If Jian Yike can deal with the Sacred Fire Cult, then it will be called involving the common people of the world... It is a pity that instead of colluding with the Sacred Fire Cult, they colluded with each other and ignored the common people in the world.It can be seen that a person who looks dignified and talks high-soundingly, may be a person or a ghost under the skin.

"My father fell ill during the Ching Ming Festival, and it has been half a year now." Jian Yike said sincerely, "The imperial physician originally said that he occasionally caught a cold and it is not serious, but his condition has not improved, and he was already critically ill at the end of summer. I am afraid……"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Not only because the emperor was critically ill, and the prince sought help from people in the world after he had nowhere to go, but also because he heard such a major inside story, he was panicked.

The people who had been sitting upright all began to get anxious.

"How can this be good?"

"The imperial doctors are not good at diagnosis and treatment. I'm just a martial artist and don't know medical skills. What can I do?"

"Everyone, please be safe!" Jian Yike stood up and called to stop, "You are all well-known heroes in the Jianghu, and you must know more about Gu poison than I do. I asked everyone to come here because I want a capable person to enter the palace and serve as a father. The emperor diagnoses, what kind of Gu is in him."

So far, the clues gradually closed, and Shen Feiyun finally figured out something.

Jian Yichen and Lu Yueran would rather be burdened with love gu, but also try their best, what they want is to refine a little gold and make a blind antidote.

A little Jinhe Gu can undo the Heart-Eating Gu, and the person who is suffering from the Heart-Eating Gu is self-evidently Jian Yichen's father, the current emperor.

Shen Feiyun looked at Mo Tingfeng, it turned out that the other party already knew about it.

Mo Tingfeng had an antidote but he didn't intend to take it out. Instead, he asked him to stand up and deal with the prince. He didn't know what the purpose was.