When the devil

Wei Ling asked him: "Since it's a hot potato, who will take it?"

"Just because most people don't dare to pick it up, wouldn't it be easy to guess who would pick it up?"

——Proficient in immortality, and has a high position and weight.

Wei Ling was thoughtful, remembering what Murong Chenhao had drawn in his heart.

"However, right now, it is no longer a problem that can be solved by sending things. We can understand this truth, and the Guo family naturally understands it better. As the saying goes, rabbits will bite people when they are anxious, and dogs will jump over walls when they are anxious. Why don't we guess it? Do you want to be a rabbit or a dog?" In the end, Xia Zhou overturned his reasoning and provided another way of thinking.

"We only need to consider the worst outcome." Wei Ling accepted his words, his eyes darkened slightly: "If the Guo family has the possibility of becoming a rabbit, even if it is slight, then this matter must be separated from King You .”

The ins and outs that Xia Zhou had sorted out in his mind were completely blocked by Wei Ling's words. He leaned forward with his arms and watched Wei Ling's long eyelashes carefully: "A Ling, I have always felt that you care so much about Gu Yuan. Is it jealousy?"

Wei Ling said: "The nature of the matter changes when the royal relatives get involved in the dispute."

Xia Zhou said: "This is a double-edged sword. If you don't hold the blade, how can you poke it into the bones of the royal family?"

Wei Ling looked away from the map: "You and I are both pawns."

Xia Zhou didn't say a word, and slowly appreciated the determination in Wei Ling's eyes with a lot of interest. After a while, he smiled slightly, whispered, and waved to Wei Ling.

Wei Ling looked at him inexplicably, but leaned her head obediently.

"Chess pieces can lead." Xia Zhou approached ambiguously, the tip of his nose touching his ear: "A Ling, I'm afraid you're the only one in the world who thinks I'm a sick cat. To tell you the truth, I'm very ambitious."

Wei Ling followed him and said in a low voice: "King You sent you to use him, have you ever thought about the cause and effect?"

"So what if you want to, I can kill him easily."

Others couldn't understand what the two said, Murong Chenhao bowed his head to perfect the map, anyway he had something to do, while Mochi froze in place, letting the cold wind mess him up.

Wei Ling backed away from him and said, "Let's get down to business, what are your plans."

Xia Zhou's red phoenix eyes seemed to be dimly lit, which made his smile look evil: "You might as well wait a little longer, if they make a big move, they will definitely not miss you."

Wei Ling said: "'They'...refer to the Taili Academy?"

Xia Zhou said: "Yes."

Taili Academy, Cheng Yingjie, Guo Family, Cang Lin.

Many things have been worn invisible.

An uneasy thought spontaneously arose in Weiling's heart, and this thought was also fulfilled in Mochi's mind. Unlike Weiling, Mochi couldn't stand such pressure, and he said anxiously: "Master, in the middle of this There must be such a misunderstanding, I, I think we should go to the Guo family to investigate again..."

Murong Chenhao stopped writing: "It is definitely necessary to investigate."

Mo Chi asked, "Can I go?"

He stared at Wei Ling, waiting for him to give orders.Wei Ling knew that Mochi was eager to help Cheng Yingjie clear his suspicions, but the Guo family was not a cheap lamp either.

"Yes." Murong Chenhao interrupted suddenly: "The day to choose a concubine is approaching, you disguise yourself as a woman and sneak in, write down the map I drew, don't get lost, don't mess around, and make a quick decision."

Mo Chi was shocked: "You asked me to dress up as a woman?"

Murong Chenhao looked up at Mochi's facial features: "Well, you probably won't be selected if you dress up as a woman."

Mochi didn't understand: "Aren't you good at changing skins? Are you going to change me into an ugly monster?"

Murong Chenhao said: "My witchcraft is just a trivial skill under the eyes of the Taili Academy. This time I can't change the skin, I can only make up."

Mochi nodded suddenly, and after nodding for a while, he frowned again. He always felt that this sentence matched the previous one, and he seemed to be ridiculed in a roundabout way.

Wei Ling heard something interesting from Murong Chenhao's words, and he said: "Mr. Murong's small tricks will be seen through?"

"Ah."

"But I can't even notice that you have changed the skin of the witchcraft. Is there anyone in the Taili Academy who has a higher level of cultivation than me?"

"There is no fairy art, not necessarily black art." Murong Chenhao said: "It is easy for someone who has reached the pinnacle of evil art to expose me."

Wei Ling said, "Who?"

Murong Chen said: "Yu Wanfeng."

There was a chill in Wei Ling's eyes: "Yu Wanfeng, Grand Master of Yujie? He came to Jinchuan?"

"Ah."

This person has some relationship with Wei Ling. When he was imprisoned in the imperial palace, the enchantment outside the Hall of Wannian was thanks to him. Wei Ling was trapped by the enchantment for six full years. Yu Wanfeng's strength is also due to him. I have experienced it with my body and mind.

At this moment, a small servant hurried in, but before he could speak, Gu Yuan followed closely behind him.

He was wearing a ostentatious purple robe, holding his favorite Yueqin in his hand, walked to the gazebo and stopped slightly, with a smile in his eyes like a spring breeze, embellished by the mole of tears, he was full of coquettishness: "It's so lively today, oh, Dust Hao is there too."

"Pavilion Master, I will take my leave first." Murong Chenhao put down his pen, saluted and left in a hurry.

Dislike for Gu Yuan was written all over her face.

Mochi blinked, unexpectedly someone could scare Murong Chenhao away, how... divine.

Gu Yuan chuckled, and naturally turned her gaze to the dazed Mochi: "This must be the senior brother that Brother Huang often mentions?"

The virtue of beating around the bush in his speech seems to be innate.

Miraculously, Mochi's straight mind followed his turn and understood: "You mean Junior Brother Xuancheng?"

"Well, it's my brother."

Mochi is excited: "So you are the younger brother who gave him candy, helped him fight, sang badly and loved to sing?"

Gu Yuan paused for a moment with her plucking hands: "That's what he said about me?"

Mochi nodded vigorously, but it was not enough, so he added a sentence: "He always mentioned you, saying that he didn't even have a book boy in the palace. It's not neat, it doesn't rhyme, and it's always in my head when I sleep at night."

Gu Yuan laughed dryly, her fingertips wandered over the strings, and she plucked a lot more anxiously than before.

Wei Ling cleared her throat, and hurriedly stopped one of her apprentices, but Mo Chi really thought that his throat was uncomfortable, and looked over with a concerned face, wanting to talk endlessly, Wei Ling hurriedly said: "What's wrong with your lord today?" coming?"

"Haha, I didn't mean to bother you guys on purpose, I'm just running errands today." Gu Yuan handed over a post: "Wei Xianzun, give me a favor."

Wei Ling reached out to take the post: "The prince personally sent the post, this is no small matter."

Gu Yuan said politely: "It's hard to find a true friend who agrees with you, and I'm willing to do as many things as you can for the Immortal Venerable."

The flamboyant words, Wei Ling laughed it off, thinking that something that King You could personally deliver must not be a good thing, and when he opened it up, it was as he had expected.

The post was written by the Taili Academy, saying that a monster hunting conference will be held in Jinchuan in a few days. At that time, many new entry-level Dharma servants from the Taili Academy will participate. I hope that the Heavenly Feather Immortal Venerable Wei Ling will come to give advice in person.

It's hard to say.

It's like digging a hole in the ground, pointing into it and saying, "Jump, this is a trap, jump."

And the person with the best mentality during this period was Xia Zhou, he was not afraid of anything, and after hearing the content of the post, he started to make up his mind again.

So, taking advantage of nothing to do in the afternoon, under the pretense of "going to the street to inquire about the Demon Hunting Conference", Yu Weiling accompanied him to the snack street to find delicious food in the world.

"Eating and making friends is the way we become monsters. Ah Ling, you believe me, I am a thousand-year-old monster, and my experience in the world is richer than the eighteen generations of your ancestors combined."

Xia Zhou's walking posture is rather like a dude's. Jin Guan tied his black hair into a ponytail and hung smoothly behind him. To the fullest.

Wei Ling pushed down the hood to cover his face as much as possible, he went wherever Xia Zhou went, and when Xia Zhou stopped, he also stopped obediently.

There are people following behind, and Wei Ling has noticed it since just now.

It's just that he didn't want to be alarmed, and wanted to see how long the man planned to follow.

Wei Ling and Xia Zhou wandered casually on the street for a while, and finally settled in an inn. Xia Zhou said that the inn was delicious, so he happily ordered a table full of dishes, and the man sat down after him, and ordered wine , did not order.

Wei Ling just glanced at it and jotted down some characteristics. The appearance of that person was slightly concealed by a thin veil. She was a woman with plain clothes and black hair.His cultivation is top-notch, his manner is gentle and polite, he may be born in a wealthy family.

"Jinchuan's most famous roasted fish with sugar skin, white soy chicken, tiger skin pepper and sauce-flavored eggplant." Before Xiao Er introduced them, Xia Zhou helped Wei Ling take off his hat and introduced them one by one.

Wei Ling looked away, and said indifferently: "You want me to accompany you to dinner, just say so."

Wei Ling himself was also hungry, but being hungry is one thing, being cheated on is another. He took the chopsticks and picked the cabbage boiled tofu that was not introduced by Xia Zhou. He came to Jinchuan these days, This meal is the most sumptuous, and the smell makes you hungry.

"The point is not to eat." Xia Zhou piled fish and chicken into a mountain in Wei Ling's bowl, then pointed to the other side: "Look at that old man."

Looking in the direction Xia Zhou pointed, there was a small platform not far away, and on the platform was an old man holding a folding fan. At this time, he was telling a little story about the rivers and lakes vividly.

"You won't let me hear the news from Mr. Storyteller?" Wei Ling glanced at him coldly.

"The storyteller is the one who has seen a lot." Xia Zhou touched a piece of silver: "Wait." He left the sentence, walked forward swayingly, walked up to the storyteller, and put the silver away: "Mr. Have you heard about the Jinchuan Monster Hunting Conference today?"

When the old man saw Yinzi, his brows trembled: "It's a coincidence, sir, please sit down, this old man just wants to talk about the monster hunting conference."

When Xia Zhou came back, Wei Ling had already eaten the fish in the bowl. Seeing the vicious demon's smug face and bright smile, Wei Ling sighed, "How many coincidences in the world depend on money."

"A coincidence is a coincidence." Xia Zhou was very generous, and even invited the waiter when he sat down: "Bring the best wine."

The most important thing about a storyteller is the ups and downs. Wei Ling patiently listened to it for nearly half an hour with a drink and a meal. The most useful part can be summed up in two sentences.

There is a valley outside Jinchuan City, which has long been enclosed by the officials. Most of the monsters raised in it are harmless to humans and animals, and they are used for the experience of the rich and powerful.

People in Zhaoyang are no longer interested in the trick of bending bows and shooting big eagles, and hunting monsters has become one of the most popular pleasures invisibly.

In the early years, there was no such thing as a monster hunting conference. Ordinary mortals couldn’t afford the serious monster hunting of immortals. Knowing that the drunkard's intention was not to drink, he even said it directly: "Where is this a monster hunter? I think the one I want to hunt is a phoenix."

What followed was a long retelling of the old story, adding fuel to it, about how Wei Xianzun, the descendant of Bai Fenghuang, was tricked and fell into the mortal world, escaped to Jinchuan, and caught the fox's tail for the Guo family. Now Jinchuan is closed. I'm afraid that the hunting ground is in the city, and the one to hunt is none other than him.

The more Wei Ling listened, the more she felt that the scent of the wine in her hand was exhausted, but the others in the inn listened with gusto. Suddenly, the old storyteller slapped Xing Mu, and then mentioned the word "White Phoenix", but saw the woman who followed all the way. Standing up: "Mr., you told the story well. The little girl was fascinated by it for a while, and forgot it's okay, but—" She took off the Tailiyuan's hanging sign on her waist, and flashed it in front of everyone: "There is a misunderstanding that I have to solve. , I wonder if you can listen to what the little girl has to say."

"Why did the Taili Academy come here to smash the scene." Xia Zhou's stomach is like a bottomless pit, he has never stopped chopsticks since he sat down, no matter how much he eats, he never gets tired of it.

"She followed her for a long time," Wei Ling said.

"Huh?" Xia Zhou was surprised.

"..."

Wei Ling was even more surprised that Xia Zhou didn't notice it.

"The story of the Demon Hunting Conference that Mr. said is indeed a popular event in Zhaoyang in recent years, but Mr. Tianyu Xianzun has some misunderstandings. If the story just now was told in the imperial city—" The girl showed a subtle smile : "He's going to lose his head."

The storyteller was startled, his hands trembled, and the audience around him whispered, and some people heard that something was wrong and were sneaking away.

"However, if you listen to the story, you can listen to the story. The little girl doesn't embarrass anyone. The sir tells a good story, and it's too late to praise." She walked forward and put money on the case in front of the storyteller: "Please sir, please do it again next time." Speaking of which, you must remember that Tianyu Xianzun is His Majesty's benefactor. The Taili Court came here only to protect Xianzun to return to the palace safely."

Xia Zhou put down his chopsticks, said to Wei Ling with a smirk, "She said she would tie you back to the palace."

Wei Ling cast a cold gaze and said, "It's almost time to go."

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