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Just now the red sun was still hanging high in the sky, and in an instant, the tip of the mountain slanted to the west, at the entrance of Wuwei Villa, there was a faint figure approaching.

The guard at the gate thought it was the head of Bian at first glance, and was about to report to the owner of Meng Zhuang. When the person approached, the boy took a closer look, only to find that this person was not the head of Bian at all, but Shadow Guard Lu Jiu, but he also hurried to report to Master Meng, not daring to delay for a moment.

After Meng Fuyuan heard the news, he immediately put down the documents in his hand and came to visit the entrance of the manor. He scanned the latter carefully from top to bottom, and the other party was intact as expected, but Meng Fuyuan didn't lose face because of this. It turned sunny, but never changed the gloom and silence when I first came.

When Lu Jiu saw this, he probably felt guilty. He was so rare that he knelt down and said, "This subordinate...is guilty."

"You do." Meng Fuyuan said in a deep voice, "You were captured by Yang Qi on purpose, and you were willing to be his hostage."

Lu Jiu also stopped talking, as if tacitly acquiescing.

Meng Fuyuan asked again: "Why did you come back early?"

Lu Jiu bowed his head so that people couldn't see his expression clearly. His eyelashes trembled, and then he squeezed out a word from his throat, "Yang Qi let me go first."

Meng Fuyuan snorted lightly when he heard the words, "One was robbed voluntarily, and the other was released on his own initiative. You two are a good match in terms of nostalgia."

"I go out of the village in the future, you don't have to follow, just stay and watch the village." Meng Fuyuan looked down at the figure in his eyes coldly, "It's your punishment for acting rashly this time."

Lu Jiu answered quickly, as if willing to accept the punishment, "Yes, this subordinate obeys."

Meng Fuyuan wanted to say something more to Lu Jiu, but suddenly the servant next to him reminded him loudly: "Villa Master, Master Bian is back!"

Turning around, he happened to meet Bian Qingyu's gaze more than a dozen steps away, looking at each other from a distance, except for his gauze-wrapped left hand, Meng Fuyuan was shocked to find that Bian Qingyu was almost unscathed, this trip back and forth, perhaps only the outer shirt was slightly stained. Layer of floating ash.

Meng Fuyuan immediately turned his head and told Lu Jiu, "You should step back first."

After Meng Bian and Bian looked at each other, they didn't say much, but they had a tacit understanding, and they went to Meng Fuyuan's study together.

The sound-proof formation has become a common practice when talking alone with Bian Qingyu. After setting up the formation, Meng Fuyuan asked, "How?"

"As expected." Bian Qingyu lowered his head and stroked his clothes, "As I told you when I went, Yang Qi can't beat me single-handed."

"so you……?"

"So I've already told him about Fu Chenghe's identity and the fake death of Ji Hongyi, the leader of the Demon Cult. As for whether he is willing to wake up, that's entirely up to him."

"Okay." Meng Fuyuan nodded, "I believe you can handle these matters well. In short, if Yang Qi still stands against us in the future, you don't have to worry about him because he used to be the shadow guard of Wuwei Villa."

He stopped asking questions, changed the topic, and talked about another matter, "In the past three days, I have been reading the prophecy left by the Celestial Race."

Bian Qingyu looked serious, "Master, please continue."

"I told you before that there is a prophecy related to the Demon Cult in the Celestial Human Race, which says that the Demon Cult will reappear in the human world in the [-]th year of the Lingyuan era."

"In addition, there has always been a prophecy about the death of Fu Chenghe, the lord of the Wuday Palace, but I have never heard of the Wuday Palace before, so I didn't pay attention to this prophecy." Meng Fuyuan said in a concentrated voice, "You said You can't find the hidden forces of the Demon Cult for the time being, so I suddenly thought that the prophecy might bring us some inspiration."

"Because according to your plan, we need to eradicate as much as possible of the Demon Cult's sub-influences before the Demon Cult emerges, so I guess, before [-] years ago, the little one who was predicted to be wiped out or the head of the sect died accidentally Among the sects, some may be the disguise of the Demon Cult, so I read all the prophecies of the Celestial Human Race in the past few days, and then sorted out this list, and I ask the head of the Bian to have a look."

Bian Qingyu took a book from Meng Fuyuan, turned to the first page, and saw that it was densely filled with many sects that had never been heard before, followed by the fate of these sects.

He put it close to his body, "Okay, I see." After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Are these prophecies calculated by the Celestials?"

Meng Fuyuan replied: "Yes."

Bian Qingyu showed a slight surprise on his face for a moment, "Then the owner of the villa can also predict the future through divination?"

"That's true." Meng Fuyuan frowned, and couldn't help but sigh, "But, I haven't calculated a prophecy for a long time."

Bian Qingyu frowned, "What does the owner mean by that?"

"Among the rivers and lakes, there are countless people who are proficient in divination. If only one prediction can be regarded as a prophecy that will be fulfilled in the future, there are countless people in the world who can predict the secret of heaven. Therefore, in order to distinguish whether it is a prophecy. It is an unwritten rule that the prophecy will only come true if the Celestials and Humans require the same result three times in a row."

"It is difficult to have the same divination results, and it is even more difficult to be the same three times in a row. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to do it, and only the people of the Celestial Race have the ability to predict the secrets of heaven. In this way, it is finally possible to separate ordinary people. and the prophecies made by the Celestials and Humans. But..."

Bian Qingyu frowned and asked: "But?"

Meng Fuyuan slowly frowned, "But it's been a long time since I've seized a secret. Counting the days, it's been more than 100 years."

The incident of Yang Qi's assassination came to an end when Lu Jiu and Bian Qingyu returned to Wuwei Villa one after another. The rivers and lakes outside the village were bloody and bloody, but the inside of the village was peaceful and peaceful. The Shu sent several elders to take turns to act as agents, and then he took a rest in Wuwei Villa as a matter of course, enjoying the rare leisure and convenience, and thus allowing the organ bird who has been repeatedly tossed back and forth to send messages to take a rest temporarily.

Although he didn't rest for long, he was taken by the head of Bian to deliver a letter to Xingshuang, because the mechanism bird's message is to reassure people, and it is an item of Wuwei Villa, so it doesn't feel bad if it is worn out.

Wuwei Villa is far away from the rivers and lakes, but you have to pay attention to the rivers and lakes. The head of Bian borrowed it from Meng Fuyuan in the name of borrowing, but in fact he asked for a mechanism bird, so that Jiang Wenxu could write about the big and small things about the rivers and lakes to himself, and then he found that the rivers and lakes People are more leisurely than him. For example, the daughter of the head of the Linshan School married a certain talented young hero, and the palace of Qingran Palace hosted a martial arts competition to find a husband with both civil and military skills. For small things, of course there are big things about Linghao Pavilion, Zhaoyuan Temple, Kaiyang Sect, and Tianquan Sect.

After Bian Qingyu's line of sight touched the word "Tianquanpai", it inevitably became deep. He glanced at it hastily, but he didn't want to look at it again. His pale hands pinched the two ends of the letter paper and slowly tore them apart. Push the shredded paper in the palm of his left hand into the incense burner, and wait for the flame to swallow the writing.

In this way, reading letters, burning letters, and replying to letters day after day, Bian Qingyu stayed in Wuwei Villa from the summer of [-] to the spring of [-], only a little more than a day away from the Demon Cult. Year.

On this day, when the spring was getting stronger and the plum blossoms were gone, Jiang Wenxu sent two letters.

The first letter said that some small sects and sects were brutally exterminated one after another in the Jianghu. The only thing in common in these massacres is that there are puppets. I thought I could rest easy from now on, but I didn't want the puppet art to wreak havoc again, and I felt terrified for a while.This matter soon attracted the attention of the alliance of three factions, and the three factions were already mobilizing their own informants and contacts to track down the murderer.

Bian Qingyu saw that his expression was flat, and he was not surprised. After all, these were his handwriting and Xingshuang's hard work, so he casually threw the letter into Xinghuo, and opened the second letter.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door behind him.

Bian Qingyu subconsciously closed the letter and hid it in his sleeve, "Who?"

Meng Fuyuan's voice came from next to his ear, "It's me."

Bian Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, "The owner, please come in."

Pushing the door open, closing the door and setting up a formation, Meng Fuyuan asked straight to the point: "I've heard about the Jianghu puppet art extermination case, you asked Xingshuang to do it, right?"

"Yes." Bian Qingyu said, "This is the best way I can think of. Among the demon sect factions pretending to be decent, there are demon puppets. Xingshuang knows how to use puppet art to kill demon sect people. , almost without a single soldier."

Meng Fuyuan was not at ease, "In this way, if the action is too big, will it be too eye-catching and arouse suspicion?"

Bian Qingyu smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Xingshuang and I always attract suspicion, it's just a matter of time, after all, time waits for no one, the owner doesn't need to care, let him go, leave it to the decent people Time is running out, and I want to get rid of some of the forces of the Demon Cult, and I also want to avoid being suspected by the decent, but things in the world are in a dilemma, and there is always a choice."

"The first letter Jiang Wenxu sent to me was about the Jianghu puppet art extermination case." He pulled out the letter from his sleeve again, "This is the second letter. I haven't had time to read it yet. Here, why don't you come with me?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he had already fully unfolded the letter, and the first three words that were both familiar and unfamiliar came into view, and Bian Qingyu's smile began to turn cold.

Meng Fuyuan noticed this, and first asked: "What's wrong?"

The next moment, Bian Qingyu had already exposed the content of the letter to him without any concealment.

"The forces of Qing Hongmen have begun to invade Jianghuai." Bian Qingyu narrowed his eyes, "he finally came."