The villain's guide to throwing blame

"Master Yuechen?" The clear voice came through time and space, interrupting his thoughts.

Yuechen woke up suddenly, seeing the young man leaning over to look at him with a curious expression on his face, he immediately lowered his expression and lowered his eyelids.Unconsciously, he picked up the Buddhist beads in his hand and muttered, "It's nothing, I just thought of some irrelevant things. But the poor monk did hear a little bit about this bloody night."

Hearing this, Feng Ling raised his hand gracefully, motioning for Yue Chen to continue.

"In the early years, the magic path was quiet, and there were countless magic cultivators buried in the fairy gate. But the most famous one was Lingxue Pavilion more than 20 years ago."

The monk looked up at Feng Ling who was listening with a slight smile, paused and continued, "The Ling family is famous for its swordsmanship. There were rumors that the Ling family was the sword demon Ling who broke the ladder a hundred years ago. Heir of Jinglan. However, this statement is too vague to be confirmed, and the sword skills of the Ling family are not as fierce and crazy as the sword demons back then, so no one believes it."

"But this rumor has bought such a seed of doubt in everyone's hearts after all," Feng Ling suddenly sneered inexplicably.

He followed Yuechen's words and continued: "At that time when the whole of Zhonglu was desolate, many unsolved cases suddenly occurred. Many ordinary disciples of the immortal sect disappeared. When they were discovered, they had already absorbed all their skills, and their spirits and souls were all gone."

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Yuechen, and when he uttered the last four words, he emphasized his tone.Then he picked up the wine glass and shook it lightly, looking at the clear wine inside, he leaned lazily on the chair and laughed.

"But at this moment, the Ling family was too careless to be caught by the pigtails, and discovered all kinds of weird behaviors of its disciples, so the righteous monks followed this clue and finally found an incredible clue .”

"At this time, everyone in Zhonglu knew that Lingxue Pavilion, which is famous in Zhonglu, is actually a magic cave that absorbs people's energy and cultivation base." Speaking of this, the young master babbled twice, as if thinking of something interesting, and said, " Speaking of which, our Feng family is part of it. But let me tell you, the fate of the Ling family as a hundred-year-old family is really bad. For such a secret matter, it would be unreasonable for people to expose it. It was pierced, and the precautions were made like paper. If this matter were changed for us..."

He suddenly stopped talking, and realized that the matter of the Ling family was too treacherous for Zhengdao, and he was still talking about what he would do if he were the devil in front of Yuechen.

Careless, Feng Ling thought blankly, it's been a long time since I saw this old-fashioned old-fashioned man who let himself go, and everything was bald for others.He coughed lightly and forcibly turned the conversation away.

"The Ling family's technique that was passed down after being encircled and suppressed is the Blood Night Styx Scroll." Feng Ling pretended nothing happened, drank the wine in his glass with a smile, leaned towards Yue Chen and said in a low voice, "So Speaking of which, does the mage feel that the incident on Yunfu Mountain is inexplicably familiar. The same routine, the same unsolved case, all souls and souls have been destroyed, and all cultivation bases have been lost, and the blood night Styx that inexplicably appeared in the clues."

"The only extra thing is the string of Buddhist beads and sandalwood." He aimed his eyes at the string of Buddhist beads in Yuechen's hand, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were a little more meaningful and teasing. "To be honest, I almost thought that this incident might really have something to do with you Shaolin, for example, to avenge the Ling family back then, or to kill people and get money?"

"A bunch of nonsense!" Yue Jing, who had been serving as the background board quietly for a long time, finally couldn't hold back her surging emotions, her eyes widened and she yelled angrily, "I, Shaolin, will not do..."

At this time, Yuechen waved his hand, stopped Yuejing's words, looked calmly at the smiling young man in brocade clothes who was invisible from beginning to end, and suddenly remembered a sentence, the person who always smiles , the scheming is the deepest.It's just that I don't know whether this person's deep scheming should be guarded against or accepted carefully.

"Since Young Master Feng can say this to the poor monk, according to the poor monk's opinion, Young Master Feng trusts Shaolin." The monk looked at the young man sincerely, "It is natural that Young Master Feng has a purpose in telling the past and the past. , I just don’t know the purpose, what is it?”

Feng Ling secretly praised in his heart, after all, he is a Shaolin disciple, even if he is not in the world of mortals, his mind is very clear, his vision is still as good as ever, tsk tsk.

"I can't hide it from Master, I do have some thoughts." The young man laughed out loud, "According to the letter from Fengying Pavilion, this Bloody Night Styx Scroll is now in Xuanwu Pavilion. And the Bloody Night Styx Scroll is What is so special about this high-level magic technique in Xuanwu Pavilion that the deceased Chang Pavilion master flocked to it so much that he wanted to get it at any cost? Is there any secret in it?" He tapped on the table , a series of meaningful voices raised many doubts.

"Now that Chang Sheng is dead, if the Bloody Night Styx Scroll is still in Xuanwu Pavilion, it must be in the hands of Elder Chang who is currently in power. In my opinion, if you ask straightforwardly, the old man who just came to power must not be able to tell us the truth , let alone take out that exercise. I'm afraid he wished he could chew and swallow all Chang Sheng's treasures so that he could sit firmly in this position."

After Feng Ling poured out his own opinions with a crackling sound, he stopped abruptly, making Yuechen who was waiting for the next sentence still a little bit stunned.The food delivery waiters waiting at the side put out the spiritual food one by one, and Feng Ling waved them back.He raised his chopsticks and took a sip, nodded appreciatively, and then warmly invited the two of them to try the dishes.

As the saying goes, don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, the Shaolin brothers who have always been polite had no choice but to put this matter aside, and quietly followed the young master who seemed to have forgotten what he just said, and ate.

While eating, Feng Ling's eyes slanted slightly, and he sneaked a sneaky glance at Yue Chen, who was also eating in this elegant posture, seeing him eating in a slow, methodical and quiet manner, suddenly felt a little itchy.

It was with great difficulty that the young master restrained himself from wanting to go up and flirt.Unexpectedly, this person seemed to have noticed something, looked up at him and frowned, Young Master Feng was about to make excuses on the spot, but at this time Yuechen withdrew his eyes lightly.

The Master Yuejing on the side lived up to his name with a stick, and he handled the chopsticks like flying all the way, without even noticing the eye contact at the dinner table, eating so forgetfully that there is no one without me.

After drinking and eating, Feng Ling lazily leaned against the window with his teacup in his arms, sipping tea while admiring the bustling night market in the outer gate of Xuantianzong, he felt that this place was much more grounded than Jiuyunbo up.Why don't you tell Uncle Bai about it after you go back this time, and use the abandoned houses outside, maybe it can bring extra income to the Feng family.

"Young Master Feng mentioned Xuanwu Pavilion just now, but the Bloody Night Styx Scroll is definitely in Xuanwu Pavilion?" Yue Chen asked after thinking about it, interrupting Feng Ling's unrestrained thoughts.

Hearing this, Feng Ling thought for a while, then put down the teacup, brushed the Qiankun ring on his left hand with one hand, took out a booklet and a letter from the middle, and handed it to Yuechen. After Yuechen opened it, he explained, " It was a collection of Yingge's affairs in the past two months. The Xuanwu Pavilion's reward has been completed and paid, which shows that the Blood Night Styx Scroll has been given to Chang Sheng. And that letter, It was the information from Xuanwu Pavilion's insider, except for the addition of a string of Buddhist beads in the entire Xuanwu Pavilion, there is nothing missing, at least on the surface. "

"Unless Chang De concealed this matter, the Blood Night Styx Scroll is probably not lost. As for whether it is true, we can only find a way to prove it." Feng Ling shrugged, with a rather casual attitude "However, that old man probably wouldn't be able to do such a thing. If he really lost such an important skill, he wouldn't be able to get it back by himself. It's better to say it. At least it's better to doubt it on the surface than to covet it in private. .”

Hearing this, Yuejing couldn't help but opened her mouth and asked, "Then how can I prove it? Who can pry his mouth open?"

Hearing the little monk's question, Feng Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise, "There is no such simple thing. With the scheming of the elder Changde, this method is really unthinkable. Tell me, if he said Come out, how can I explain what they want this magical legendary skill so desperately for?" He knocked on the table and looked at Yuejing with a half-smile.

Seeing that Yuejing scratched his head and seemed to have something to say, he helped him with a little helplessness and said, "You want to say that I, Fengying Pavilion, can tell their commission, right? Even if I am the young lord, I can't do such a thing. What's more, they Xuanwu Pavilion is now the lord of suffering. What kind of attitude do we use to press people like this?"

Yuechen was left speechless by the rhetorical question, and lowered his head in a little frustration.Seeing this, Feng Ling turned to look at the elder beside him, and when he saw that the man looked strange, he hurriedly said, "But there are other ways."

"However, I only have some vague ideas, and I may need to discuss it with the mage." He showed a sly look like a cat that had finally stolen fish, looked at Yuechen and said slowly, " I wonder if I will be honored to invite Master Yuechen to appreciate the unique scenery of Xuantian Night Market?"

Master Yuechen, who was determined to find out the truth, had no choice but to nod, and agreed to Fengling's request.Turning his head to look at his junior brother who was staring at him eagerly, he ordered him to go back to Xuantianzong by himself first.

"But senior brother, I also want to..." Yuechen tried to struggle.

"No," the stern and selfless senior brother Yuechen refused him without leaving any room. "When you came down to the mountain gate, you promised yourself that you would recite scriptures regularly and practice daily. Today's share has not been completed yet. I will check it myself when I go back later. You these few days..."

"I got it! Senior brother saw me and went back to chant sutras!" Yue Jing heard the bad news like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and hurriedly returned to the inner gate of Xuantian Sect, only hoping that senior brother would be able to stay for a few more hours at night. Come back, let yourself hug Buddha's feet.

Feng Ling saw with his own eyes the whole process of Master Wuqing's oppression of his miserable disciples, and thought of the oppressive and stalking cultivation method that Patriarch Feng had used on him in the early years, he couldn't help feeling a little bit of sympathy for Yuejing in his heart Come.

After dismissing the children, Master Yuechen turned his head, and saw Feng Ling who had already paid the bill standing at the door waiting for him, and the tall young man in brocade clothes standing in the light and moon shadow, his brows became more and more hazy and soft, unexpectedly There is a bit of warmth in it.

The young man smiled, bowed slightly and stretched out his hand to signal, "Mage, please."

Almost at the same time, he couldn't help but took a few steps, walked to the side of the young man, looked at him seriously, then looked away and walked forward.Seeing this, Feng Ling followed steadily, and the two merged into the bustling crowd and walked into the lively night market.

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