The villain's guide to throwing blame

For some unknown reason, Young Master Feng stood there in a daze for a while, then turned his head, and saw two people, one big and one young, standing not far from him, looking at him quietly.

He smiled, and then strode to catch up, not slowing down until he was parallel with Moondust.

"Mage, go this way." Feng Ling stepped forward a little bit, leading the way for the two people behind him, turning his head and peeking at Yue Chen from time to time.The monk's face had the usual calm expression, with no emotion visible, which made Feng Ling a little puzzled for a while.

What's going on here?Suddenly bringing Yuejing to his place so seriously, what's the big deal?Feng Ling thought in his heart, he couldn't come up with anything after thinking about it for a long time, then he thought that he would invite him to come anyway, so he just didn't think too much about it.

When the three of them stepped into the house, a gust of light and bitter breath came over them, and Yuechen was a little surprised for a while.

The simple and elegant layout of the house does not match the superficial impression Feng Ling usually leaves on people.The furniture in the room is exquisitely arranged, but the texture is quite ordinary, without the slightest extravagance.

Comfort is comfort, but it is too plain.

Yue Chen glanced at Feng Ling with a natural expression beside him without any trace, and the words on his lips were already flickering on the tip of his tongue. He hesitated for a while, and finally followed him into the room without saying a word.

What is there to ask? After so many years, people will always change. If you change yourself to answer, what can you say?He lowered his eyelashes, thinking quietly.

Being led in to sit down, Feng Ling got up and fiddled with the tea set on the table, his movements were like flowing water.While fiddling with the tea set, he said with a smile, "The Hanqi tea I invited the mage to eat last time, this time I have to change it to another one. Although this Wulin is rare and hard to find, it really has a long aftertaste." As he said, He gently handed the teacup to Yuechen.

The monk thanked him softly after taking it, Fengling smiled with satisfaction, and handed a cup to Yuejing, who was silent beside him, and just now sat back in his seat to taste tea.

Yuechen lifted the cover, and the tea soup was clear and exuded a faint fragrance. He was a little curious for a moment, what kind of tea Feng Ling admired so much.

He took a sip, and was stunned for a moment, the rich and domineering breath in his mouth surged like a wave, stimulating his taste buds.

This Wulin tea looks bland, but it is actually the strongest tea he has ever tasted.

Seeing his reaction, Feng Ling narrowed his eyes with a smile, "How, is this tea special?"

Hearing this, the monk looked up at him and pursed his lips. This tea is not like tea, but more like wine. It has a strong and stimulating taste and a rich aroma.For Yue Chen, who has been practicing Taoism for decades and has almost never touched such things, the impact is too great.

But he didn't say a word, and the monk just sipped the cup of tea slowly under the smiling eyes of the person opposite, as if he had been adapting to the sudden breakthrough bit by bit silently since many years ago. Like a dude in his eyes.

As Yuechen slowly sank into his own thoughts, the two also fell into silence. Yuejing, who used to be the most noisy in front of Fengling, was still holding the cup at this time, wrinkling a face full of bitterness and hatred Silently drinking tea.

Feng Ling, who was really curious by this expression, couldn't help but glanced at him several times. The young monk who looked straight at him noticed his staring eyes, but Yue Jing didn't jump three feet high, on the contrary As if being choked, she turned her eyes away and pretended not to see him.

Feng Ling: "..." What did Baozijing eat wrong?

He coughed twice, raised his eyes to look directly at Yuechen, and said in a tone full of curiosity and confusion that could not be concealed, "The mage is here, but do you have something important to tell?"

Yue Chen paused, but he didn't answer Feng Ling immediately. Instead, he put the teacup on the table, his eyelashes trembled twice, and then he raised his eyes to look at Feng Ling, with a complicated look in his eyes, "Well, It’s really not a big deal.”

"Then—" Feng Ling was about to ask further, when he heard a rush of footsteps.

"Young master—!" Banhe's voice came from far and near, and after a while, he appeared at the entrance of the main hall, followed by two people.

Seeing this, Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, turned to Yuechen and said, "Even if the mage didn't take the initiative to look for me, I'm still going to invite the mage. I really have a big problem here."

He raised his arms lazily, and beckoned the three people standing at the door, "Where are you standing? Why don't you come in quickly."

I didn't know there was a guest in the courtyard just now, and the Banhe who ran all the way and shouted was a little shy, he scratched his head, walked in and bowed to Yuechen, "I have seen Master Yuechen." The two people behind him also learned the same thing. Such a salute.

Suddenly seeing two familiar faces, Yuechen frowned slightly, and glanced at the two of them.

"Master, do you still remember us?" One of them said with a smile, and was poked by another person next to him, and winked at the young master who looked at them with a smile on his face.

"Ban Song, isn't it enough to be on patrol outside for half a year?" Feng Ling held up the cup with one hand, watching the wind fluttering past him, Ban Song felt that a layer of himself had been blown off Skin.

He shivered, then grinned and said, "How dare you, young master, Banshi and I have had a miserable life after being away from Jiuyunbo for so long, looking forward to returning to the sect every night..."

Feng Ling listened to him with a half-smile, looked at Yue Chen beside him, stopped him with a wave of his hand, and asked bluntly, "Don't be poor, I heard that you came this time with a new gift for me. clue?"

The two nodded, and immediately, Banshi took out a thin bamboo tube from his waist, and handed it to Fengling with one hand.Feng Ling took the bamboo tube, and flicked his fingers randomly on it, revealing a crumpled note in the middle.He pulled it out lightly, and swept it roughly, the end of his eyebrows instantly raised, and his expression became weird.

He paused, looked back at Bansong, and gave a questioning look. Seeing this, Bansong nodded, confirming Fengling's suspicion.

Feng Ling sighed, with the same complicated look on his brows, and then handed the note in his hand to Yue Chen who was looking at him calmly.The monk was taken aback for a moment, then stretched out his hand to catch the note, and looked down a few times, his brows furrowed.

The source of the string of Buddhist beads that fell in Chang Sheng's house in Xuanwu Pavilion was found. It was a string of Buddhist beads sold three months ago from a treasure house called Fengxiju.But this Fengxi residence belongs to an industry under the Feng family.

After checking and checking, he found his own head. Feng Ling's mood is quite strange now, and he feels a little natural.

"One of them?" Suddenly, a voice sounded beside him, Feng Ling came back to look, but saw Yuechen frowning and asked Bansong and the others.

"Yes." Banshi replied with a serious face, "I heard that some time ago, Fengxiju got a piece of high-quality crossing spirit wood, and this wood has been influenced by a lot of incense in Buddhist temples for many years, so it naturally carries There was a faint scent of incense and Buddha-nature, so the Fengxi residence took charge, and found a craftsman to forge three strings of Buddhist beads."

"Three skewers?"

"Yes, three strings, and all three strings were bought by one person on the same day."

Feng Ling rapped lightly on the desk with his fingers, raised his eyes, and glanced at the two subordinates with unclear meaning.Instantly understood the meaning in his young master's eyes, Bansong couldn't help but smiled wryly, "I can't find it. Although Fengxi Residence belongs to the Feng family's ancestral property, it is not under the management of the master, and the Shadow Pavilion operates too little in it. The only We know that the branch where these three strings of Buddhist beads were sold is in Mingye Town."

Mingye Town?

Feng Ling turned his head inadvertently, and exchanged glances with Yue Chen who was looking at him at the same time.This place was somewhat familiar to the two of them.

Eight years ago, they entered recklessly, and Feng Ling was captured by Moxiu and imprisoned in the magic cave, but it was not far from Mingye Town.What is almost certain is that the relationship between this matter and Moxiu must be much deeper than they imagined.

If you ask again, you can't find anything. Fengling asked Banhe to arrange for Banpine and Banshi to stay. Now that the two of them are back, it's convenient for them to follow him.

For a while, there were three more people left in the hall.

Touching the cold tea, Feng Ling thought about the many clues he knew now.

——The matter of Xuanwu Pavilion happened suddenly, and the Feng family was the first to get the news, and it was also his handwriting to release the news, but now the more investigations, the deeper the relationship with the Feng family.

He always thought that he had grasped the opportunity of this matter and stayed out of it, but now it seems that it is not so simple. Did he really not be deliberately guided by some people into the trap of some people hiding in the dark?

As for Shaolin, he sighed heavily in his heart. No one knows better than him whether Shaolin is innocent or not. Ban He, a foolish boy, always thought that he jumped on the big boat of Shaolin, but he never thought that it was he who took Shaolin's initiative. tied to Feng's mast.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked at Yuechen who had just said a word, and then caught off guard and looked directly at Yuechen who was looking at him.There was something invisible in that gaze, which fell heavily on him, and gently and slowly pressed on the tip of his heart, causing him to move slightly.

When he was nervous for a while, his mind was in a mess, and he suddenly recalled Yuechen's interrupted words, and said vaguely, "I don't know what the important thing the mage said before, can I help?"

Yuechen looked at him, nodded, and then turned to look at the listless Yuejing, the person being looked at twitched his lips again, and then he said, "It's true that there is something important to do. Lord help."

Master Feng listened attentively.

"Junior brother is naughty, playing around in the house, and accidentally collapsed the house."

What?Feng Ling looked at the little monk with his head down in surprise.

"The two of us don't want to bother Qian Lin, so we want to borrow from Young Master Feng." The cold voice was still unhurried.

Feng Ling only felt a little unreal.

Ga?Yue Chen took the initiative to come and live with him?There are such good things in this world rushing to find yourself?

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Please take leave today and update tomorrow! 【2.23】

Hehehe, guess if we Xiaoyue did it all~

There is a small foreshadowing hidden in this chapter, which will be revealed later. What everyone thinks is true may be false, but what is false may not necessarily be true.So don't trust me~