The villain's guide to throwing blame

In the end, this broken map, whose authenticity was not known, was sold at a high price of 700 million spirit stones, and was happily acquired by an old devil.

Just when he was happy to settle the money and goods with Hall Master Lin who personally sent the treasure map under the envious, jealous, and annoyed eyes of everyone, suddenly his back turned cold, and he felt two sympathetic eyes that seemed to be there. After turning around twice on his body, he took it back.

Big Demon: "???"

Some inexplicably, he scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, but he couldn't find the gaze he felt just now. He was a little dazed for a moment, only thinking that he might be too happy and had some inexplicable hallucinations.

The old devil shook his head, threw the thought away, and happily picked up the exquisite box he had just obtained, checked it, carefully put it into his Qiankun bag, and quietly left the field through the side door Now, in order to prevent the treasures in your body from being coveted by others, it is better to go first.

And after the auction of the last legendary treasure, Undertide's treasure auction this year also came to an end. Everyone listened to Lin Yinqi smiling and congratulating all the guests who got the desired collection this time, and announced the end of the auction up.

Everyone whispered and left the venue one after another. After a few monks went out with gloomy faces, they carefully identified the remnants of magic power left by the demon cultivator when he left just now. Luck and his spiritual power also followed.

Such treasures, even if their own assets are insufficient, are worth fighting for.

Chang De hurriedly left the field with his disciples, and when he was about to return to the inn where he was temporarily staying, he turned around and looked at the third floor where there was still no movement, his eyes were full of complex meanings.

In their eyes, most of the Feng family are low-key but ordinary aristocratic families who have lived in the hazy Nine Clouds Spiritual Realm for generations, and even the members of the Feng family have this misty and rainy temperament.

But in this generation, starting from the current head of the Feng family, the people in charge of the Feng family have become tougher. The current young master of the Feng family, Feng Ling, used to look like a rather willful and lazy family slut , but today, it has almost completely overturned his impression.

This young master Feng didn't know how many people he had deceived with his lazy and dandy appearance. Now it seems that he clearly treats people, and his words and deeds are all illusions of the city's deep scheming.

What's more, when he turned his head back, he clenched his fingers expressionlessly, and recalled in his mind the shocking sword move with a glimpse of sword intent a month ago, as well as that back view.

so similar.

He let out a long sigh, quickened his pace, and thought to himself, I'm afraid we need to pay more attention to this matter. They still paid too little attention to this dude heir of the Feng family in the past, and they only hope to start looking for it now, before it's too late.

If it was really him, there would always be clues.

In the Treasure Pavilion, on the third floor.

The people downstairs had all left completely, the attic was very quiet, but Feng Ling was still leaning on the chair, holding the cup of tea that had been brewed several times, slowly drinking, There was no point in getting up.

Yue Chen beside him was not in a hurry, he glanced at Feng Ling who was obviously waiting for something, remembered his words that surprised him just now, closed his eyes quietly, and slowly plucked the rosary in his hand Come.

If he felt it was time, he would always speak up.

Therefore, when Lin Yinqi respectfully followed a middle-aged man upstairs and entered the wing, this was what he saw.

A bright young man in red was wearing half a silver mask, leaning lazily on a chair and sipping tea, while a man in black wearing a bamboo hat beside him was sitting cross-legged on the futon, pinching his hands leisurely. Holding the rosary beads in their hands, the two of them miraculously exuded a calm and unmoving aura.

Seeing them coming into the room, the young man in red smiled at the man who was smiling at him, then waved his hand casually, signaling them to sit down, and the man in the bamboo hat who recovered from his contemplation slightly raised his head , two quiet gazes wandered around them once, then lightly retracted them, without saying a word.

He should be the one who bid for the treasure map, Lin Yinqi thought suddenly.

"My servant, I have met Young Master Feng." The middle-aged man cupped his hands and saluted, following Feng Ling in a respectful manner.

Feng Ling gently moved the teacup in his hand to the small table beside him, sat up slightly and smiled, "Guan Luo is too polite." After a brief response, he changed the subject, "The things below are brought with you. coming?"

"That's natural." Manager Luo hurriedly responded, and then picked up a small and exquisite box and a slender wooden box from Lin Yinqi behind him and placed them in front of Feng Ling.

Yuechen lifted his eyelashes slightly at this time, and observed the two things in front of him without any trace.

That Linglong box is somewhat familiar, it should be the Linglong box where the remnants of the Blood Night Styx Scroll that Feng Ling took just now were placed in. As for the other one——

I saw that the wooden box was long and narrow, three feet long, but less than half a foot wide. The surface of the box was painted with strange and simple patterns, which cleverly surrounded the box. At the opening of the window, those patterns slowly flowed with shimmering light following a certain special pattern, which made people unconsciously awed.

I'm afraid that the contents of this box are not as precious as the box of Blood Night Styx Rolls next to it.

At this time, Feng Ling just casually glanced at the thing in front of him, and put his finger on it casually, then put the thing into the Qiankun Ring, looked at Luo Guanshi with a smile and said: "Under the tide, I naturally trust me. Next time, I would like to thank Steward Luo."

"Don't dare." Luo Guanshi waved his hand and hurriedly gestured.

After being polite to each other, Fengling glanced at Yuechen, Yuechen knew the elegance from hearing the song, stood up neatly and walked to his side, whispering: "Young master, it's time to go."

Seeing Yuechen being so upbeat, Fengling nodded in his heart with satisfaction, stood up with a smile, hugged his hands and said: "Sorry, I still have important things to do, if there is a chance, please meet again some other day .”

Guan Luo nodded with a clear understanding, smiled and agreed, and immediately stood up, and led the silent Lin Yinqi behind him to send the two of them out of the Zhenbao Pavilion. After the two disappeared from sight , then put away the smile on his face and narrowed his eyes.

"Young Master Feng, and the friend beside him, are really interesting."

"Steward?" Lin Yinqi raised his eyebrows curiously, and looked at the middle-aged man.

This steward Luo is the chief steward of the main building of the Undertow. The auction of the Treasure Pavilion is too special. He specially came here to supervise with the suzerain's order, and secretly instructed Lin Yinqi in detail about certain taboos, and even more The identities and origins of those distinguished guests who came to the meeting.

But this Young Master Feng didn't say much, he only said to himself that this person is very special, and he should take care of him more, not to offend him.

Such words from his mouth really made Lin Yinqi a little curious. You must know that the undercurrent stands between the evil way and the righteous way. Both parties are a little jealous of them, but they will not easily offend them. The upper echelons of the main building are somewhat sloppy in both ways, and meeting the heads of those high-ranking sects is nothing more than treating each other with respect.

However, Feng Ling is only the future Patriarch of the Feng Clan. When the old Patriarch was still in power, he was treated so specially, and I don't know why.

"Hmph, do you not understand, let me ask you, what do you think of Young Master Feng?" The middle-aged man snorted and asked with a hint of intention.

Hearing this, Lin Yinqi recalled the rumors about this person in the world in his mind, and then remembered that his few words in the auction made everyone give up bidding for the Blood Night Styx Roll, and just now when he saw them When the two of them were together, they also had a faintly calm appearance, showing no signs of nervousness or timidity.

After going through this circle in her mind, she came to a conclusion, "This person is deep in the city, and his scheming is unfathomable."

"That's it." Luo Guanshi smiled heartily, turned his eyes and gave her a deep look, "Seeing how transparent you are, let me remind you again, guess which one is the last two legendary treasures just now?" Was it brought out by Young Master Feng?"

what?

Lin Yinqi looked up at Guanshi Luo in shock, only to see that he showed a mysterious smile and then waved his fingers lightly, indicating that this topic was over, but the turbulent waves aroused in her heart never stopped.

The remnants of the Bloody Night Styx Scroll and the treasure map of the Mountains and Rivers Map were taken out by the young master Feng and entrusted them to auction under the dark tide?

Recalling these days, the bloody night and the storms caused by the Styx river rolling in Zhonglu, and thinking about the recent days, rumors about Ling Jinglan's reincarnation quietly spread, and Fengling's inadvertent pair of deep eyes that looked at her calmly , she shuddered quietly.

If this is the case, what this Young Master Feng is planning must not be that simple.

In the quiet room, Feng Ling was paralyzed on the small couch by the window, playing with a delicate jade ornament in his hand, casually glanced at Ban Song who was standing in front of him, yawned and said: "Speak, How did that thing come about?"

Struggling to find a reason, Ban Song, who pretended to be crazy and foolishly passed the test, quietly glanced at Feng Ling, seeing his young master looking at him expressionlessly, he couldn't help but tremble, and said slowly: "I'm here Uncle Bai gave it to me before."

"Uncle Bai?" Feng Ling paused with his fingers, his face was a bit surprised and dazed for a moment, and then he took it back.

The room fell into a sudden silence. Ban Song, who thought he would receive the stormy anger and questioning from the young master, looked at him suspiciously, but saw his young master's eyelashes drooping, and the expression on his face was hidden in the shadow of the twilight. , making it difficult to distinguish.

After a long time, he said, "I see, you should step back first."

The bewildered Ban Song recovered half of his life, but he didn't dare to look at the young master's direction again, apologized twice, bowed and retreated, and asked for instructions before leaving the room.

"Young Master, would you like some food and hot water?"

Feng Ling silently waved his hand, Bansong saw that he agreed, closed the door with peace of mind, turned and left.

And Feng Ling in the room maintained that posture, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh, showing a somewhat tired and heavy expression which was rare in the empty room.

"Why bother?"

The voice landed lightly and hit the air, but there was no echo.

The moonlight is quiet and tranquil.

Yuechen who was sitting on the futon suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and walked to the door, opened the door before the person outside the door stretched out his hand, and saw the young man who had changed into white clothes in his eyes smiley face.

"I'm really sorry for disturbing the mage so late," the young man muttered, but walked into the room without hesitation, as if he had lived in this room in the first place.

When he heard that the people behind him didn't follow, he turned around, looked at the silent Yuechen, waved his hand helplessly and said, "You don't need to ask the mage, I really have something important this time."

After finishing the words, he took out an exquisite box from his Qiankun ring, put a piece of silk cloth wrapped in something, gently placed it on the table, and said solemnly: "I want to ask the mage to help me protect the law—"

"You want to merge these two volumes of exercises?" Yuechen asked suddenly.

"Yes." Feng Ling nodded, lowered his head, and unfolded the exquisite box and the silk cloth one by one, revealing the thin pages inside.

Seeing this, Yuechen's lips moved slightly, hesitantly circled around the words on his lips a few times, met Feng Ling's raised eyes again, and swallowed them back.

"Okay," he heard himself say.

Hearing this, Feng Ling showed a relaxed smile as expected, and then sat down, and after sinking his breath, gathered spiritual power with both hands, and slowly caressed the two exercises.

As his spiritual power touched this exercise, Feng Ling's hands trembled slightly, and fine cold sweat slowly oozes from his forehead. He gritted his teeth, endured the familiar pain, and intertwined his spiritual power in one place.

At the place where the spiritual power was gathered, a small bridge of light was formed, and the two remnants trembled slightly, suspended with the slight movements of his wrists, and slowly approached each other.

The remnants of the spiritual power gradually gathered in one place, turning into a blood-red jade slip bit by bit, crystal clear like a whole piece of flowing blood congealed, but there are streaks all over it. A small crack spread across it, reducing the color of the bloody jade a lot.

At this time, Feng Ling's face was extremely pale, even his lips were bleeding, and trembling slightly, the pain that spread into the sea of ​​consciousness almost tore him apart, and it had reached the limit he could bear.

Finally, a burst of dazzling light flashed, and the entire jade slip was completely synthesized. The fragments disappeared, and what floated in front of the two was a tiny jade slip.

At this time, Yue Chen didn't look at the jade slip of the bloody night Styx scroll, he stared closely at Feng Ling who was in a very low state, saw him shake twice, and leaned to the side.

"Feng Ling—"

And the jade slip floating in the air also fell to the floor with the wind, and was not picked up for a long time.

Just before his strength was exhausted, Feng Ling only felt a dazzling light flash in front of his eyes, covering the whole world, and after the extreme brightness, it was extremely dark, and he sank into the darkness in a daze.

But at this moment, a sad sigh sounded in his ear.

"Ling Jinglan—"

Under the same night, in the other direction of Mingye Town, Chang De was fidgeting and pacing back and forth in the room, his mind full of messy thoughts.

For a while, it was the sword light that lit up on Yunfu Mountain, and for a while, it was Feng Ling sitting on the hall full of sneer with a half-smile, and that sentence still rang in his mind from time to time.

"Historical legend, the Ling family 300 years later is 300 years ago, when a sword was sacrificed, which shocked the Kyushu, could split the sky into the earth, and finally cut off the ladder and denounced the inhumane way of heaven, and regretted that he had entered the wrong way and reincarnated to rebuild the saint's realm No.1, the descendant of Sword Master Ling Jinglan."

Ling Jinglan.

It's Ling Jinglan, Ling Jinglan is coming back!

A huge panic enveloped his head, which made him frown unconsciously, shaking his legs nervously.

At this moment, a wave of spiritual power came from a square mirror in front of him, and he rushed forward as if he had found salvation, suppressing his fear and strange sense of relief: "But the great suzerain?"

"Of course, otherwise, who else could it be?" The voice from the mirror had a smile on it, "What's wrong with Elder Chang, he's so flustered, but what happened at the auction?"

Chang De didn't have time to think about how he could guess where his anomaly came from so accurately, so he hurriedly said: "Sovereign Master, Ling Jinglan is back!"

The person in the mirror was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Where did you start talking about this? When we went to heaven and earth, we didn't find Ling Jinglan's soul. We have long been sure of him..."

"This was confirmed by Fengying Pavilion and the dark tide! Ling Jinglan didn't die back then! He was reincarnated and rebuilt!"

"Crack-"

A crisp cracking sound came from the mirror, and the originally calm and calm voice became ferocious and gritted his teeth, "Zhuan, Shi, Zhong, Xiu?"

"Yes! He didn't die that year!" Chang De repeated Lin Yinqi's words verbatim to the person in the mirror. After pouring out the information he knew, he felt strangely relaxed.

Someone shared this fear with him, and he wasn't the only one who faced Ling Jinglan's threat, and he didn't feel so scared.

After hearing these words, the man in the mirror snorted coldly for a long time, his voice was full of coldness, "Even if he is not dead, so what?"

"Three hundred years ago, when he was at the peak of his cultivation, he never killed me. When he was reincarnated and recultivated, without these years of cultivation as the base, who would die?"

"What are you afraid of? I don't believe it. He Ling Jinglan couldn't do anything to me 300 years ago, and he will grow up after 300 years!"

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Finished!I'm so tired, my crackling hands are shaking

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