When Hu Long's fingertips as white as jade gently pressed against the tip of Fang Baihua's silver hairpin, Fang Baihua's face suddenly lost color.
At this moment, she felt that her silver hairpin, which was forged from several rare alloys and infused with innate true energy, and could easily penetrate even the hardest diamond, was not stabbing a finger at all, but A towering mountain with an extremely solid body.
Unpredictable and terrifying power surged out from that finger like an overwhelming force, instantly overwhelming all her strength and causing her whole body to fall backwards involuntarily.
Just as she saw a graceful body about to hit the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard with great ferocity, the overwhelming force holding her suddenly disappeared, causing her body that was thrown backward to turn downward. He fell, but just happened to fall back to the chair under the tree and sit upright.
Hu Long took a step forward, leaving an afterimage on the spot. At the same time, his true body appeared three feet in front of Fang Baihua, looking down at her frightened and beautiful face. Although his face kept his usual warm smile, his eyes But it has become a little cold and indifferent.
"Princess Baihua, can you have a talk with Pindao Haosheng now?"
Fang Baihua was startled for a moment, and the look of fear on his face quickly faded away, replaced by a gentle smile.
She raised her hand and inserted the silver hairpin into the crow-cloud bun on her head. She stood up from the chair again, saluted Hu Long Yingying and said, "Young lady just now caused a lot of offense. Please forgive me, Taoist Master."
There was a look of approval on Hu Long's face. She was so flexible and capable, but this "little girl" was better than many "big men". No wonder Fang La would leave the important matter of investigating the trends of the imperial court to her.
Now that the other party had surrendered, he didn't feel sorry for himself. He dissipated the coldness in his eyes and said with a smile: "It's easy to say, this is also because the poor man is reckless."
The smile on Fang Baihua's pretty face did not change, but she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Although she had heard many legends about Taoist Hu Yun, the head teacher of "Tai Shang Tao" in recent days, all the strange things in them had long been described as not resembling Humanity. Based on her knowledge, she just listened to these nonsense words and never really took them to heart.
Among the masters she has come into contact with, the most powerful one is her brother Fang La. A few years ago, he had already participated in the last level of the spiritual technique of the "Great Shift of the Universe" taught by the Transparent Sect, and also created his own unique skill of "Great Nine Heavens Hand". His cultivation level has reached the limit of a subtle grandmaster. He just waits and sees when the opportunity comes, and he will be promoted to Tongxuan Celestial Being by partaking of the wonders of nature.
Now I have witnessed Hu Long's methods with my own eyes. Although it is only the tip of the iceberg of his strength, it is enough to crush him at will. This feeling of powerlessness and despair can only be felt when fighting with my brother.
Since he definitely couldn't defeat such a terrifying person, he had no choice but to compromise. Fortunately, she is a woman, so it is not humiliating to surrender to a person who can rival the most powerful people.
At that moment, she respectfully invited Hu Yuan to take a seat in the living room, served tea personally, and then asked carefully: "Just now, the Taoist priest said that we have something to discuss here, but I don't know what he has to say?"
Hu Yuan put down the tea cup and said with a chuckle: "I am here just because of Gao Yanei, the son of Prince Gao Taiwei."
Fang Baihua's heart suddenly tightened. The news that the treacherous minister Gao Qiu's troublesome son went south with a large amount of money was something she accidentally discovered some time ago and passed it back to the main altar through the secret channels of the Ming Cult.
At that time, she just wanted to rob this property to relieve the Mingjiao's tight financial and food pressure all year round, and at the same time, take this piece of Gao Qiu's heart to see if she could get more benefits.
However, she never expected that she had just received the news from the south that she had succeeded. It was said that Taoist Hu Yuan, the master of "Tai Shang Dao" who was close to Gao Qiu, came to her door.
Thinking back to the report she had just received from her subordinates that this man actually knew the secret code of hand gestures within the Ming Cult, she felt more and more unfathomable about this man.
Now that Hu Long had bluntly stated Chen Ming's intention to come, Fang Baihua admitted frankly with a bachelor's temperament: "Gao Yanei is indeed a guest of our religion at the moment. However, with an expert like Taoist Hu Long as his backer, our religion does not dare to continue. We are here to stay as a guest. How about I send a message to my brother and ask him to send me off to Yamen immediately and continue my journey?"
She only said to release the person but not to return the property, but she still wanted to test Hu Long's bottom line.
Logically speaking, with just a word from you, Taoist Hu Yun, my Mingjiao took the initiative to let him go, which has already given me enough face. When we travel in the world, what we pay attention to is the so-called "person carrying a sedan chair", saying hello to me and hello to everyone.
What's more, Gao Qiu, the dog official, has easy money. As long as he knows that his son is safe, he may not be concerned about the loss of several cars of property.
After hearing this, Hu Yuan shook his head and smiled, and then what he said was beyond the other party's expectations: "There's no need to worry about letting him go."
After finishing his sentence, he did not continue speaking, but wanted to see the other party's reaction first.
Fang Baihua was startled when she heard the words. Her delicate heart had already used these words as a guide, and she suddenly figured out something.
She had a strange look on her face and asked tentatively: "A few days ago, the spies under the young lady accidentally heard gossip and mentioned the news that Gao Yanei went south with a lot of money. Now that I think about it, this matter is a bit of a coincidence. I don't know..."
Hu Long smiled and said nothing, but the look on his face was clearly a look of approval, "You are very smart."
After solving a mystery in her mind, Fang Baihua became even more confused. She really didn't know what the purpose of the other party's tricks was.
Hu Yuan did not explain much and said with a smile: "If you ask Princess Baihua to pass on a message to your brother, Master Fang, she will say that Pindao will go south to visit Bangyuan Cave, the main altar of your sect, and then we will discuss this matter in person. How to solve this matter."
Hearing him casually say the place name "Bangyuan Cave", Fang Baihua's pupils shrank immediately, and her heart became more horrified.
The Ming Cult wants to make big plans, so it is naturally most secretive. Even the ordinary members of the sect only know the existence of the main altar, but do not know its specific location. How did the other party learn about this?
She was suspicious for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. In the end, she could only look at the other party deeply, cupped her hands and said: "The Taoist priest is here if you want to come, so I will teach you how to shine." The little girl immediately sent a letter to her brother, and ordered him to teach him how to sweep in the south of the Yangtze River. The bed is waiting."
Hu Long laughed and said, "This will help you, Princess." After saying that, he stood up and drifted away.
Fang Baihua was silent for a moment, then moved to the study and wrote a letter. In the letter, after describing today's events in detail to her brother, she made a suggestion in the most solemn tone: after meeting Hu Long, you should first test him carefully. Whether there is hostility or not, one must not easily become enemies with him; but if it is determined that he will be an enemy of the Ming Cult, he must be surrounded and killed on the spot at all costs by any means.
After she finished writing, she placed the letter in a sealed bamboo tube, and a strange bird named "Qianli Falcon" that she kept at home served as a messenger, carrying it and flying quickly to the south.
With the flying speed of this spiritual bird, the letter can be delivered to his brother Fang La in a day and a night at most.
