The information given by the horse gang was obtained after torturing the two captured bandits in Dahuang Village. It was a series of words of Anxue, and the names were difficult to pronounce. Gu Qinghan looked at it and recognized that this place was in the vast wilderness between the city and Anxue border.

In that kind of place, the harvest is not good, and whatever is planted does not grow, and there is basically no settlement. However, it is just right to stay here far away from the city guards and the horse teams of Dahuangzhai come and go like the wind.

I bought some breakfast on the way. After returning to the inn, Wang Anfeng ate mutton and baked naan. The mutton here was very good, unlike the Central Plains, without any fishy smell. I added cubes of white radish and carefully boiled the soup pure white, and sprinkled with a handful of red pepper powder, which was very attractive.

Wang Anfeng ate happily enough. Finally, he used the hard outer edge of the baking naan to rub the last soup in the baking pot bit by bit, sucking the flavor of the mutton, which was no worse than the large mutton. After eating and drinking, his brain regained its activity, washed his hands, pinched his eyebrows, and slowly thought about the next action and countermeasures in the fragrance of tea.

The news and information about Dahuangzhai have been obtained.

Then we should take the initiative to take action, remove this place together, and continue to follow the clues to find other locations. The only question is how many personnel the other party has arranged, whether there will be danger, whether there is enough value, and further news.

Similar to the 'where to go from the gold robbed by the Great Wilderness Village'.

In addition, Wang Anfeng was also a little suspicious, thinking that the information seemed to be too simple. Although there were some good players in the horse gang, Dahuangzhai was not a vegetarian. He could actually catch the Dahuangzhai's living occupancy so easily and successfully pry out the information from these two living occupants.

The degree of coincidence is a bit too high.

After thinking about it, Wang Anfeng slid out a few blood-stained Daqin Tongbao with his right hand, controlled by the qi machine, flying between his five fingers, and the copper coins broke through the air, drawing trajectories, which were getting faster and faster, but did not collide, leaving white marks in the air overlapping together.

Copper plates, chopsticks, and even grass roots and reeds can be used as tools for divination and calculation.

However, this type of magic is often easy to get started. Warlocks can perform well, but the difficulty of mastery is extremely high. It is often only a few years before getting started. Wang Anfeng can only achieve this with the unique magic weapon with the extremely high status of the Heavenly Memorial Pearl.

While Wang Anfeng was silently calculating in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating.

This is called the Oriental Family tradition...

If you don’t have to decide on a decisive fortune when encountering things, you will not be able to make a fortune.

No wonder it is said that the Oriental family is good at making strange plans and acts cautiously.

As long as your magic skills are of high enough, no matter how bad your brain is, you will not make too bad mistakes.

Unless the opposite side is much stronger than you, or there is a Lao Huan Ding who can cover up the secrets of heaven, you can still figure out something more or less. There is no big problem in seeking good fortune and avoiding harm. As long as you don’t commit suicide, it is generally difficult to die.

Or you should teach the three masters the secret technique of heaven.

Wang Anfeng's thoughts were flying in his heart, his attention was slightly distracted, but his control of the qi became more and more accurate. He mobilized the qi in the divine weapon Tianji Bead and finally made a handprint.

The copper plates all lost their motivation and fell into his hands.

Wang Anfeng calculated silently in his heart, frowned slightly.

The hexagram symbolizes the heaven and earth, and the big and small comings.

In other words, if you really do your best to do this, the result will probably be more than worth the loss. You will waste your boss's efforts and just catch a little bit of small things.

In other words, although this information is not fake, it only points to members of Dahuangzhai who do not have much weight, or is it a bait or a trap? Someone intends to fish?

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes, and he leaned towards the second possibility. After thinking about it, he took out the copper coins.

Well, let's do some fortune first and then think about it.

In Shaolin Temple, a scholar squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Anfeng who had thrown his copper plate, with a little unkind look.

It’s just a pity that he didn’t figure out anything this time. It was because he had contacted the relevant information directly, which was equivalent to the fate of both sides’ conjunction at this moment. Now he planned to figure out what he could only encounter several steps away, so he naturally got nothing.

Wang Anfeng felt a little regretful, so he put away the copper coins and slowly sorted out his ideas.

Through the exclusion bit by bit, he had some conclusions in his mind. The fact that what has not happened in this matter, that is, the forces behind the horse gang, would probably have to find a way to contact them if they want to get more inspiration.

However, after today's incident, it would be a little strange if they didn't come to the door.

Wang Anfeng was sure and threw down the copper coins casually.

The copper coins collided, and he grabbed it in his palm. Without looking at it, he laughed:

"This hexagram is very good and the wish is smooth."

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At night.

A figure was moving in the city. Although there were many pedestrians, no one noticed his traces and movements. His body speed was already extremely fast, and his posture was even more leisurely. He carried his hands on his back and his toes lightly drifted forward dozens of feet away, and his clothes moved slightly, as if he was a free and illusioned immortal.

However, his expression was not at all free, but instead suppressed anger.

Because he was really angry, angry and puzzled, he couldn't understand at all. How could he have such a big mess after he was not here for only one day? A few days ago, the four brothers of the Bo family, who had clearly become eager to lose their minds, suddenly seemed to have changed their individuals and directly refused the action.

Even the fourth brother, who is usually the most reckless, is not at all provoked by words and is honest and scary.

The fish that swallowed the bait was actually spit out all the bait?

It's really a ghost!

The man was angry.

Because their plans have been completely disrupted.

The reason is that the group of people who visited today, Bo Meng had even transferred the information to those people, but he didn't know who was, what purpose it was, and where he knew these things.

The man suddenly restrained his body and his body stopped. His sleeves were moved forward by the strong wind, and then he hanged back, standing in the void, with his eyes looking at the inn opposite him.

It was an ordinary inn and not eye-catching.

A warm yellow candlelight faintly emerged from the pane, knocking the reflection of the person in the room on the window. The man looked extremely cold and indifferent, but he never rushed in directly.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and brushed his face, his sleeves rolled, and his face had become extremely soft and amiable, as if it was extremely trustworthy, but the depths of his eyes were still indifferent and cold, looking at the inn, there was sarcasm.

Since I swallowed my bait, I would either die or become my pawn.

If you don’t want to be killed to warn the monkey, it’s best to obey orders and be driven by me.

Whether it is profit or strength...

As long as someone acts as a chess piece, it doesn't matter who the chess piece is.

The man snorted coldly, and the sleeves were whipped, and a high-quality true energy was blown out, soft and peaceful. The closed pane sounded and opened gently into the inside. He was already wearing a feathered shirt and floating in, wearing a white dress, with a jade crown tied with hair, and his sleeves were floating, with a great grace. He smiled on his face, calmly and said loudly:

"Everyone, I'll come here uninvited, please forgive me."

No one answered him.

The man was stunned. He originally planned to snatch the crowd first, but after entering, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The table in front of me was close to the window, with a cup of hot tea and a seat, with waiters on the left and right. A young man in his twenties looked plain, leaning against the wooden chair, his eyes opened and closed, and said lightly:

"You're here?"

You are here?

The sounds are stacked layer by layer, like thousands of people chanting, like a lion roaring, but they are quiet and free, as if they are straight into the heart, deep in the spring of my heart, constantly echoing, overlapping, becoming more and more distant.

The expression of the man in white suddenly solidified.

ps: Today's first update is presented......2,400 words~
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