The villain's guide to throwing blame

The three of Banhe didn't arrive until noon on the second day.

Yesterday, it was evening when the two of them rested in the inn. After resting for a period of time, they ate together and discussed the unresolved issue of the blood night Styx roll.

Yuechen rummaged through the ancient books he had read, but he couldn't find any records that could explain the existence of Ling Jinglan's remnant soul in the scroll. There was no resentment in it, and it didn't seem to be sealed in it.

What's more, this is just a fragment, so I don't know if there is such a thread in other parts. If all the fragments are collected into a complete exercise, what will happen?

To no avail, the two people who were full of worries decided not to leave the inn, everything will be discussed until tomorrow, and during the discussion, Yue Chen was also very careful not to let Feng Ling touch the remnant scroll, so Feng Shao The Lord had a rare sleep last night.

"You guys, is this fast enough?" Feng Ling looked at the subordinates standing in a row in front of him with a smile that was not a smile, seeing their innocent expressions, he was not angry, but a little funny .

He slept so well last night that he was in a bright mood all day today, even his subordinates who were supposed to be here yesterday were a day late and didn't bring what he wanted. What aroused his temper.

Banhe, who couldn't see his young master's mood at all, looked up at him tremblingly, saw him holding the tea cup with a smile on his face, drinking it one after another, only felt that the young master was really He became more unpredictable and more majestic.

Feng Ling glanced at the table next to him. The calming sachet that Yuechen stuffed into him before leaving last night, and then happily scraped off the tea cover, took a sip, and this time he raised his eyes and glanced at it, which made him feel more tense. The three subordinates couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Who is this mournful expression for a concubine to show to? I know I'm not good at doing things, and now I don't dare to look for a connection. It's really worse than before. Why are you going back as you live?" Feng Ling looked at Banhe's mournful face. , jokingly said.

Although Banhe still looked depressed, he still breathed a sigh of relief. From the tone of his voice, he could tell that the young master was not angry at all. Maybe it meant to let him climb along the pole?

He lowered his head and walked over with small steps, took a deep breath and said, "After you and Master Yuechen left, we originally planned to leave together, but Miaoyinfang sent someone over and brought a piano, and didn't say anything else. Just say what you know, and we will accept it for you."

Feng Ling paused, flapped his eyelashes twice, and replied calmly beyond everyone's expectations, and then slowly drank the tea in his hand, without seeming to have any other thoughts.

"Anything else, if you haven't finished what I ordered, don't worry, I sent a letter to my father yesterday, those burdensome things, I have to get things done for me and then get out." He put down the teacup in his hand, glanced at the three of them calmly, and tapped his fingers on the table twice.

"There is something important for you to do right now, Banhe," Feng Ling nodded to the little book boy, and said unhurriedly, "Take my token, go find the hidden pavilion in the town, and ask something."

A quarter of an hour later, Banhe changed into another attire, with a straight face, but he had a sense of majesty from a wealthy family, and he left the inn door with the token and note from the young master in his sleeve.

In the room next to Fengling, Yuechen, who was sitting on the futon, opened his eyes, stood up and picked up the bamboo hat lying on the side, his eyes casually glanced at the back of the boy who was about to disappear at the end of the road, put it on, and walked out door to go.

"Little Lord."

Standing at the window, Bansong who watched the two figures leave one after another turned around and called out in a low voice.

"Go?" Feng Ling took the letter that he just got, and waved his hands without raising his head, stopping his half-loosed hesitation, "Don't always be so surprised, I have already had something to say." I don’t think so, even I thought so, what’s there to worry about.”

Bansong sighed, and couldn't help slandering a few words in his heart, he really couldn't understand the young master and Master Yuechen, obviously it seemed a bit ambiguous, his young master should really like Master Yuechen , but this is the first time he has seen such feelings of guarding against and monitoring each other.

But don't regret it at that time, he quietly looked at Feng Ling who was frowning and flipping through the affairs reported in various branch newspapers, and couldn't help but feel sad.

On that side, Yue Chen, who was walking behind Ban He unhurriedly all the way, was distractedly looking at the surrounding scenery.

In front, the little boy was actually walking a little fast, but his vigilance was so low that he didn't notice Yue Chen who was following him after looking around. Entered the more prosperous streets in the town.

Yuechen saw Banhe standing in front of an inconspicuous small door, knocked lightly three times, and the person inside answered the door and let him in.He squinted his eyes, glanced at a hidden sign next to the door without any trace, and after some consideration, he entered the bustling teahouse beside him.

"Guest officer, do you want to find a quieter box?" The shop waiter trotted flatteringly in front of this mysterious guest who looked quite cold and demeanor, guessing the identity of this person.

"No, just in the lobby, just come and make a pot of tea." He waved his hand and replied coldly.

"Hey, okay!" The shop clerk smiled and bowed to take him to a relatively secluded corner, opened the chair and stool for him, and said quietly, "It's quieter here, but it doesn't affect the customers. Officer, look at the excitement."

Seeing that the waiter is so sensible, Yuechen glanced at him, flipped his wrist and took out a spirit stone and put it in front of him, "I'm sorry."

"Hey! You are welcome, just wait a moment, and I will serve you tea later!" Seeing the generosity of this guest, Xiaoer smiled so blindly that he greeted enthusiastically and urged the porter to make some tea. tea.

Yuechen, who had been cleansed, sat at the table without putting down his bamboo hat, just waiting for the waiter to bring tea before pouring tea for himself unhurriedly.

And the lively conversation in the hall fell into his ears verbatim.

"Hey! My brother, this undercurrent is about to start. Is there anything you want to buy this year?"

"Pull it down, I'm so shy, I can't afford to buy treasures, but that pretty girl can still take a look!"

"Hey, I heard that this time, a batch of good goods came. I don't know if I can have that luck and catch the last one or the last one!"

"You think it's beautiful, haven't you heard of it?" The big man called the brother mysteriously suppressed the business, and approached, "This time, there are a lot of big men in the dark tide!"

"Big man? But those Demon Lords?"

"It's more than that. In previous years, many secretive immortal cultivators have come. I heard that those big factions have accepted this year's post." The big man winked his eyes and said an order shocking news.

"Hey -- Xianxiu has come here this year too? No wonder I'm watching, there are always some weird people these days, don't they always look down on the mixed auctions here in the dark tide?"

"Of course, there is a baby that even immortal cultivators are jealous of. I heard that those big demons are also here for this."

"When you said that, I remembered that before I came, the elders in the door also inexplicably told me to learn more this time. I reckoned that I also got some news."

"Isn't it? I heard that those high-level posts of the dark tide will write the treasure of this finale. I heard it from the drinkers of the Hongxiu Building a few days ago. I heard that it seems to be this exercise."

"My dear, what kind of exercise is this? So many people covet it, not the inherited exercise of those saints in ancient times, hahahaha."

"How is this possible? If this is the case, where will the undertide auction be held? It would have been in the dark for a long time..."

The following conversations returned to the trifles and rough laughter of those few low-level demon cultivators. The Blood Night Styx Scroll also has news of a treasure at the finale, these folk rumors are even more gone, I am afraid that it is so rare that people are so cautious

At this time, from the corner of his vision, he saw Banhe finally come out of the door, looked around with a serious face, and then returned the same way.

After the monk drank all the tea in the cup, he put down the spirit stone, got up and left the teahouse.

He stood in front of the door that Xiaotong had just left, carefully traced the inconspicuous dark lines at the door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door slowly.

After a long time, there were a few small footsteps from behind the door, and then the door opened.

"Wind Shadow Pavilion and Dark Pavilion?" The man in black clothes stood at the door with a bamboo hat and asked slowly after handing out a jade pendant.

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Ah, it's over, happy