Chapter 231: Swordsman Silent Wolf

Style: Fantasy Author: DecayWords: 1671Update Time: 24/01/13 05:51:30
"But because of the Heart Lake Meteor, the manpower of the Three Religions and Qiongtian Palace has been restricted." Fu Yunge directly pointed out the urgent need at the moment, "If we can solve this focus, we can better dispatch the manpower, and even do Counterattack."

Dongfang Shiming listened to what he said clearly, and his initial curiosity turned into seriousness.

Fu Yunge continued: "Now, in addition to the bases of the flag envoys, the four strongholds of Zhaosui Mingbang are exposed. The other Jiuche Xiaoying are mainly lurking and guerrillas, but they will definitely use The big stronghold serves as a link.”

"Yes, that's exactly it." Dongfang Shiming nodded in approval.

"The situation is now rigid, and the dominance is in the hands of Jiuche Xiaoying. Therefore, if we want to make a comeback, we must start from the key points of both sides."

When Fu Yunge said this, he raised his head and looked around to confirm that there were no ears around the wall. He stopped and whispered:

"So, if we use the Heart Lake meteorite as bait to destroy Jiuche Xiaoying's plan from the inside, we can break the deadlock."

Dongfang Shiming was clever and quickly realized his plan. But he was quite surprised: "You...this is quite an adventure."

"If you don't take risks, how can you sway them." Fu Yunge smiled slightly, "And taking such desperate risks, there is still the possibility of reducing the risk."

The cool breeze blew slowly along the road, and it turned out that the sky was already covered by night.

At this point, the two of them stopped talking at the same time, but they were both thinking about the same problem in their hearts.

At night, the lights of the wine club lit up majestically.

The entire valley seemed to be densely covered with bright stars, twinkling with light.

At the dinner table, everyone discussed many issues one by one. After dismissing many of their subordinates, Fu Yunge and the others carefully prepared their previous plan.

The bright moon hangs high, and the bright dew is all over Cangshan Mountain.

The three of them discussed for a long time, and gradually became sleepy, and then they dispersed to rest.

Fu Yunge also goes hand in hand with Eastern poetry. But the two of them did not continue the discussion. Instead, they walked silently, breathing the rare and peaceful air quietly.

As we were about to reach the room, the outline of the low building in front was already vaguely visible. Dongfang Shiming sighed lightly and slowed down.

"It's rare to reunite, but we have to part ways soon." He said with emotion.

There was a ladybug hanging on the green grass on the roadside, and it was scared away by Dongfang Shiming's voice. The gentle wind swayed the grass, like a silent natural lullaby.

Fu Yunge tilted his head, looked at Dongfang Shiming seriously, and laughed softly.

"You weren't so sentimental at first." He looked at his friend's face for a while, then raised his head to look at the starry sky, "But this time it shouldn't be long. Moreover, we have to wait for Lang Chenyan to come over in the past few days before we can take action. "

Dongfang Shiming moved his lips silently. He also raised his head and looked at the unchanging, quiet starry night above his head.

"Fortunately, we are comrades-in-arms." He murmured, "For the common goal, we are neighbors thousands of miles apart."

Fu Yunge nodded "Yes". He felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist, possibly due to the dew of the night.

"When this disaster comes to Jingping...I will definitely go to your Dongfang family and blackmail you."

Dongfang Shiming smiled when he heard his joke.

Dongfang Family...yes. Now that he has reached this point, it is time for him to face his past frankly.

"sure."

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Hundreds of miles away in the realm of Qingyuan, it seems that the flowers and plants in the Moyu Sword Studio remain the same after a long absence.

Since the day of the conference, Moyu Knife Studio has opened its doors again to recruit students, trying to restore its former reputation. Although the death of Zhaizhu and Bai Rong was indeed a big blow, they still were not afraid of difficulties and revived Zhaifeng.

During this period, Lang Chenyan has been lingering here, considered to be in charge.

Because of Touzhai and Jinji Fengjian, as well as the previous defeat of Jiuchongquan, the Qingyuan realm has not been affected again.

Jinji Fengjian cooperates with the deployment of Jue Tongjun and others, and also distributes troops to various places at any time. But Lang Chenyan didn't seem to care much. Apart from visiting Xia Xingji's grave every day and watering the flowers and plants he cultivated during his lifetime, he had nothing else to do.

Everyone in Touzhai didn't know Lang Chenyan's strange temper, and they didn't want to provoke this silent weirdo. He just assumed that a gardener with outstanding martial arts skills had arrived and didn't pay much attention to it.

But that morning, when everyone in Touzhai was on their way to morning classes after washing, they were surprised to find that Lang Chenyan was staying alone in their martial arts field, seemingly wanting to practice martial arts.

Although the weather was hot and dry, Lang Chenyan still wore the same stuffy clothes. The rusty knife in his hand exuded an ancient and domineering air, but he never made a move.

Everyone originally wanted to watch him practice martial arts, but after watching for a long time, everyone on both sides was as motionless as a piece of wood.

They finally couldn't bear it anymore. The young man headed by him entered the martial arts arena first and shouted to Lang Chenyan:

"Mr. Lang Chenyan, we are going to practice martial arts. If you have nothing to do, please return this place to us!"

His voice was very loud, and Lang Chenyan heard it very clearly. But he remained dull and silent, his sunken eye sockets sweeping back and forth over the blade.

The young man thought he hadn't heard, so he shouted patiently again.

At this time, Lang Chenyan turned his head with some displeasure and looked behind him at the Sword Master disciple who had not noticed when he arrived.