The villain's guide to throwing blame

The carriage passed through dense forests all the way, and stopped slowly in front of a gentle snow peak.

At this time, the people in the carriage threw out a green and white jade slip without raising their heads, and the jade slip rushed towards the mountainside in a stream of light.Just when it first arrived in midair, the space suddenly fluctuated, revealing a barrier faintly.Seeing that the streamer was approaching and was about to shatter on it, the jade slip passed through easily, and ripples rippled like water, as if a layer of transparent coat had been lifted. Disappeared in front of my eyes.

Instead, there is an endless raging pine forest, towering far away on hundreds of steep snow peaks, and the dense aura that was originally blocked and covered is blowing towards the face.At this time, what appeared in front of Feng Ling and the others was the Qianlin Sect hidden in the Northland.

"It's a pity that Qianlin Dongtian is on the same level as Jiuyunbo." Feng Ling propped his face to the side, casually looking at the majestic and magnificent scenery outside the window, and there seemed to be a deep meaning hidden in his neither salty nor bland words.

Yue Chen's closed eyelashes trembled slightly at this time, his eyes opened slightly, his peripheral vision slid twice involuntarily, and then he picked up the rosary unhurriedly, but these series of subtle movements were not caught. Anyone find out.

The two people on the side were wide-eyed, looking at this strange scene different from their own sect with a good look, the elders of the two parties did not say a word, just indulged them to see this strange scene.

Suddenly, Feng Ling was lightly poked by the thin pen, he lowered his head and looked at the instigator.Banhe, who had come to his senses, handed the written paper to the young master's eyes, and sat down obediently, waiting for the young master's answer.

——Young Master, why don't we go in?

Seeing this, Fengling lifted his eyelids lazily, gave Banhe a puzzled look, and then opened his mouth, "There are one hundred and eight peaks and nine big peaks in the thousands of miles of Qianlin Cave and Heaven, so let's go in now." Do you know where to go?"

Banhe shook his head.

"I don't know, young master, so why go in now, catch the blind? After all, I'm here as a guest, so what if the master doesn't come to welcome the guests?" Feng Ling sneered pointedly.

"Haha, what little friend Feng said makes sense—" just as Feng Ling finished speaking, a loud and hearty laughter came from mid-air. Everyone followed the sound and looked up, only to see a middle-aged man leading a few young people The man came rushing all the way, and arrived in front of them in an instant.

Seeing this, Feng Ling stood up unhurriedly, led a few people out of the carriage, arranged the clothes on his body, changed a smiling face to face the comer, and saluted as a junior with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. Uncle Shi's body is still so tough." Young Master Feng swept away his idle temperament, and changed from a playboy to a sensible young man. He was quite humble and gentle in front of his elders.

The leader of the middle-aged man smiled heartily, approached, and patted Feng Ling's shoulder with his big hand, "Nephew Feng Shi has also made great progress. This cultivation level has entered the realm, and my few incompetent apprentices will chase after me." No way." Hearing this, the young man behind him had different expressions and became slightly stiff.

Immediately, the middle-aged man turned his head to look at Yuechen beside him, and greeted him, "Maybe I haven't seen Huiyuan for a long time, I don't want to be willing to send you down the mountain now, and hope that Master Yuechen can live in Qianlin's habit."

Yuechen nodded faintly, and also showed a faint smile, "Amitabha, master and uncle are both involved in affairs, this time I have to send a poor monk down the mountain to celebrate his birthday, and I hope the suzerain will take care of it."

The whole group exchanged half-true and half-fake friendly greetings, as if everyone gathered here just to celebrate their birthdays, and didn't mention anything about the previous Xuanwu Pavilion. The disciples brought several people to the snow peak where they were entertaining guests.

Before leaving, Feng Ling suddenly turned his head, with a sad expression on his face, and said, "Unfortunately, Master Chang's grievances have not been resolved at this time, Uncle Shi, please relax, this matter will always be resolved one day, such a vicious The disciples can't escape the hand of heaven."

After being comforted by Fengling suddenly, Duanming's face changed suddenly, and also changed to a sad and resentful expression. He clenched his jaw, and he didn't know whether it was really angry or driven by other emotions. He snorted coldly and waved his sleeves, If the murderer is arrested in the future, this old man will definitely make him suffer the pain of Ling Chi!"

Duanming's reaction was elicited, Fengling bid farewell to him contentedly, followed the disciple who led the way to the residence, and when they arrived at Kefeng, they settled Fengling and the others. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Feng Ling calling them a few times.

Feng Ling, who was holding a few brochures in his hands, came forward with a smile, handed the things out, and said, "Senior Brother Xue, Brother Lin, we haven't seen each other for several years, and we finally meet again today. I am very happy, this is my A little bit of care, please accept it, brother."

The two looked at each other for a few times, and after a struggle, they accepted Feng Ling's meaningful meeting gift, and then stood quite still, waiting for Feng Ling's unfinished words.

Feng Ling showed a satisfied smile, and then asked, "I don't know if there are any taboos in this Qianlin Cave, or there are places that cannot be visited, and where are the best views."

Hearing these words, the two of them also breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this young master Feng is quite good, and he will not ask some embarrassing topics for them, this exchange is worthwhile.After briefly introducing Qianlin Dongtian to Feng Ling in a brisk tone, Feng Ling seemed very satisfied, and they were about to say goodbye and leave.

At this time, Feng Ling asked another question as if casually, "Dare to ask, who else has arrived in Qianlin from the other faction, so it is convenient for me to meet friends."

Brother Lin pondered for a moment and replied, "Apart from you two, Elder Lingyin from Miaoyinfang and Mu Tinglou from Medicine God Valley have brought people here, and there is no one else here."

Feng Ling nodded thoughtfully, thanked the two, and then led Banhe back.

He turned his head and saw the little boy scratching his head and trying to say something, he thought about it for a while, it seemed that three days had passed, then he flicked his finger and released Banhe's password ban.

Ban He, who suddenly realized that he could speak, was ecstatic, danced and cheered for a long time on the spot, and then recovered his senses to catch up with Feng Ling, and asked quickly.

"Young master, you just asked what those people are doing. Don't you know about these Shadow Pavilions? Master Mu is also here. Didn't you already know..."

During this series of non-stop questioning, Fengling suddenly stopped in his tracks, looked at Banhe with a smile on his face, and said word by word, "Let me hear your non-breathing speech again. , I will make you speechless for a month."

Ban He was shocked, and immediately straightened his back, closed his mouth tightly, and looked at Feng Ling eagerly.

Feng Ling, who was relieved of the noise attack, let out a long sigh of relief, and then replied in a good manner, "Yes, I know all about it, can you tell me about this directly, I am better than you in terms of your family. Clear? There are not enough people who are afraid of our Wind Shadow Pavilion, right?"

Banhe lowered his head guiltily.

"...Although I don't care much about this, there is only one answer I want to know more about the question just now." Feng Ling leisurely turned around and walked to his courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Banhe hurriedly followed, and asked cautiously, "Young master, what's the answer?"

At this time, Feng Ling, who was seeing Yuechen walking out of the courtyard and looking at him, showed a gentle smile like a spring breeze, and then looked back at him with a happy expression, and replied softly, "I won't tell you."

Banhe: "..."

At this time, Xiuyun thousands of miles away.

Jiuyunbo, shrouded in mist and rain, welcomed back his old Patriarch and his wife. The white steward who was busy arranging affairs was suddenly stopped by a servant, and his expression changed after hearing a series of rapid whispers from him.Immediately, he put down the affairs in his hands, handed them over to Nian Xia, and followed that person all the way out of the outer courtyard.

I saw two people, one tall and one short, wearing narrow-sleeved robes of Fengying Pavilion, sitting outside drinking tea. When he came in, he got up and saluted. The short man among them smiled and said, "Uncle Bai, long time no see, I came back."

Manager Bai beckoned them to sit down, and without any greetings, he asked directly, "You said you found out the source of the string of beads in Xuanwu Pavilion?"

The tall man replied seriously, "Yes, I found it by accident." Immediately, he pulled out a note from his sleeve and put it in front of Supervisor Bai.

After quickly reading the content at a glance, Guanshi Bai's face became serious and serious. He sighed with complicated eyes, looked at the two people sitting in front of him, and pondered for a while.

"Since it was the young master who called you back, then go to Qianlin to find the young master, and let me know the matter by the way, without further delay, let's go as soon as possible."

Both of them answered in unison, and hurriedly prepared to leave. Steward Bai sat alone in the living room for a while, sighed deeply, and then put away the note and went to the main courtyard of the old family.

"Is this true?" Feng Changming was drinking tea when he suddenly heard the sudden news and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Yes, the evidence is conclusive." Bai Guanshi clasped his hands together and replied with a slight bend.

Feng Changming slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and there was a soft crisp sound, he said slowly, "Then let him go, take care of him, we can't hold him back."

"Patriarch—" Uncle Bai became anxious and wanted to retort.

The head of the Feng family raised his hand and stopped Bai Guanshi from blurting out, "Oh, Lao Bai, otherwise, what else can we do?" He stood up and walked to the window, "What time does he want to do? Give up?"

"What's more, it's always going to be bright today." The slightly vicissitudes of life came out in a deep voice, and the heavy clouds in the sky were torn apart, revealing that little bit of bright sky.

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