In Bianjing City, there are other disciples of the Eight Immortals who have been hiding.
Feng Linwen knew this.
When he first became an ignorant monk and came to Bianjing again.
I once felt a gaze, always watching him.
Later, Feng Linwen also searched carefully.
But still found nothing.
There is another one in Daliao, which is a bit unexpected.
Out of some inertial thinking, it is natural that all the disciples of the Eight Immortals must confirm certain directions in the Song Dynasty, which has been inherited since ancient times.
But think outside the box.
This realization also seems ridiculous.
"Actually, it's not unexpected, it's just that I'm still reluctant in my heart after all!" Feng Linwen thought in his heart, and became more wary of his fellow disciple who was in Daliao and had never shown up.
"What else? Don't you have more details?" Feng Linwen asked Xiaoba.
Xiao Ba said, "That's all I know, thanks to Senior Brother for telling me. Believe it or not."
Feng Linwen looked at Xiaoba who was serious, knowing that she had reservations.
But... this is enough.
What he needs is not a precise answer, just a direction.
Some people always like to look too high on opponents who lurk in the dark, hide in the shadows, and never show up.
That is actually a kind of fear and worry that people have about the unknown.
From another perspective, hiding represents dormancy, and the direction in which a dormant opponent can develop and advance should be extremely limited.
To use a relatively simple sentence to describe it, the road is very narrow.
Just find the target, cut off their path, and let them jump to the bright side.
Then it was a devastating collapse in an instant.
This is also the reason why Feng Linyi could obviously hide himself, but chose a moment to jump out.
Because hiding will do him no good.
He couldn't use his strength to push forward, so he could only borrow power from the natives of this world.
Human wisdom is reflected in knowing how to use tools.
Caoliushe was one of the tools Feng Linwen chose for himself.
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The stars outside the window are exceptionally bright tonight.
The wind blowing through the treetops at night is both dry and slightly warm.
Singing cicadas sometimes make their own noises that wake up the quiet night, making those with a calm mind feel more peaceful and those with an upset mind even more upset.
A carriage seemed to pass through half of the city of Bianjing silently from the streets under the night curfew.
The carriage looks very fast.
But whether it was the sound of horse hooves or the rolling wheels, they were wrapped in a strange force and could not be transmitted.
A girl who looked elegant but still looked a bit ordinary sat in the carriage with an antique erhu in her arms.
The driver is a doll made of straw.
At this moment, in the dark night, a dark figure jumped like a flea on the undulating roof.
He blended into the night perfectly, looking at the quiet and fast-moving carriage from a distance.
Suddenly, his whole body froze, and his whole body became transparent, as if he was about to blend into the air and disappear.
Poof!
A net of fire fell overwhelmingly, covering the entire air around him.
"The master is right about his sneaky behavior! He must be an assassin!" A flying head hovered in the air, spitting out thick poisonous smoke.
In the poisonous smoke, a human figure was revealed.
Tsk!
A flash of lightning flashed and poisonous smoke exploded.
The dark figure disappeared in the poisonous smoke, and only wisps of smoke spread out in the night.
"Be careful, he is hiding in the smoke." The scholar in white shook his folding fan gently. Under the night, his outfit was extremely conspicuous.
With a wave of the fan, wind whirlpools were born out of thin air on the spot.
Then, a great monk descended from the sky, holding a huge transparent golden bell, covering the surrounding area, and then compressed it into a small piece and placed it in the palm of his hand.
The continuous movements also attracted the forbidden troops in the city.
A group of Jianghu people, out of instinct, began to scatter in all directions, unwilling to interact with people in official uniforms.
After the crowd dispersed, a broken tile on the roof suddenly turned over.
Then a black figure was revealed, rolling around in embarrassment.
There was still a poisonous air on his face that had not been resolved.
There were also some burn marks on the clothes.
"This is the antidote to the poisonous smoke of the big-headed ghost. Senior brother, although you are clever and capable of ever-changing things, you can save a lot of trouble by detoxifying it earlier." A figure suddenly sounded behind the black shadow.
The black shadow froze and turned his head suddenly.
Although his head turned around, his body remained motionless.
In the night, such a scene is indeed a bit scary.
This is a really ordinary face, the kind that if you don't pay attention to it after seeing it for the first time, you will forget it the next moment.
But Feng Linwen looked at it very seriously.
Remember this face firmly.
Although, he was not sure whether this face was real.
Snapped!
The figure in the dark night didn't say a word, and the next moment, it exploded into pieces.
It was like being raided.
There was no time to take precautions, and he was beaten to the point of leaving no trace of his body.
The noise caused was enough to attract the forbidden troops who had just left back.
Feng Linyi's expression was calm, then he picked up the wine bottle and swallowed the wine in one gulp.
Zui Yangfeng's real skill is to cultivate the hazy illusion after being drunk, but what he gets is the reality when he is awake.
So when Feng Linwen was drunk, he was able to see the truth clearly.
In his drunken eyes, the body that exploded was just an illusion.
Even seemingly ordinary men are just illusions.
Let go of your sight and look forward. On the eaves not far away, a woman wearing a white dress with a cold face, like an elf under the moon, is holding a long pipe of Xiao, sitting there barefoot and hugging her legs. .
A little foot hangs down naturally and gracefully from the eaves, dangling mischievously from time to time, as if witnessing a very interesting show.
Feng Linwen walked over expressionlessly, and as if by complete coincidence, he stood next to the woman.
But she looked at Feng Linyi very confidently.
He even reached out and poked Feng Linyi's cheek, showing a smile.
"You actually want to trick me into showing up. What a naughty junior brother! But... let you find it! Zhao Ping is the secret spy leader of the Zhao family royal family buried among the people. If you dig him out, then Zhao Heng is going to be nervous." After saying this, the woman showed an odd expression and made a face at Feng Linye.
She was even bold enough to get close to Feng Linyi, touch Feng Linyi's bald head with her hand, and then take a selfie.
At this moment, Feng Linwen suddenly turned around, and his lips slightly brushed the tip of the woman's full and round lips.
The feeling like an electric shock scared the girl.
Looking at Feng Linwen again, I saw that his eyes were blank, as if he was looking into the distance.
"Did you notice me?"
"You must have discovered me! You took advantage of me, and you still want to show off?"
"Junior brother! You are indeed a scumbag!" The woman pointed at Feng Linyi's nose and snorted coldly.
She looks to be at least 1.75 meters tall, which is considered tall among women, but her body shape is a bit thin.
Generally, a tall woman will inevitably look strong or strong sometimes.
But unfortunately, when she speaks, people always unconsciously think that she is acting coquettishly.
