Looking at the entire territory of Jiao Jinhu, there are only Fuzhou, Kuozhou, Zhenzhou, and the southeastern part of Fengyuan.
Jiao Jinhu wanted to win Peifeng sincerely, because Peifeng was a piece of fat, not because of its wealth, but because of the strategic terrain advantage it occupied, which was really tempting.
As long as he can capture Peifeng, Jiao Jinhu firmly believes that with his current strength, he will be able to swallow the entire Panzhou in one go based on Peifeng's terrain.
Lin Qingfeng shook her head, recalling the depression and desolation along the way. She looked at the sky on the other side of the river and felt that Jiao Jinhu was dreaming.
After walking around for a while, Lin Qingfeng turned around and left.
Zhengyuan Village is the nearest and smallest village outside Liuming County. Lin Qingfeng saw his carriage outside a teahouse in the village where people could stay.
I followed the waiter up to the second floor. In the not spacious second floor space, I looked up and saw a simple old man sitting in front of the window, drinking tea slowly.
The old man has a clear face and a strong spirit, and his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin is clean and neat, making him feel comfortable just looking at it.
A young man sat next to the old man and stretched out his hand to drag his cheek.
Hearing the movement going upstairs, the young man turned around, glanced at Lin Qingfeng, and then looked away coldly.
"Oh, you are rolling your eyes," Lin Qingfeng held the handkerchief and walked over, looking at the young man with a smile, "We haven't seen you for so many years, and you still don't want to see me like this. What a hatred."
The young man ignored it and took a drink from the tea cup.
Lin Qingfeng looked at the old man: "Master."
Ji Hong raised his chin and motioned for Lin Qingfeng to sit across from him.
Lin Qingfeng sat down with a smile and glanced at the big man behind him: "You go downstairs."
The big man rolled his eyes at her and turned to leave.
Seeing the big man stepping on the wooden board and creaking down the stairs, Ji Hong said: "Everyone looks down upon you, that's your problem."
"So what," Lin Qingfeng raised her hand to pour tea, "It's fun to hate me but have nothing to do with me, you're right."
She looked at the boy next to her.
The young man ignored her and looked at the window on the other side. Outside the window, there were colorful flowers and green willows, and children were playing by the river.
"What is his name, I forgot." Lin Qingfeng asked the master.
"Xiao Zhou, your senior sister called you." Ji Hong said.
"He's not dead yet," the young man replied.
"Tsk, tsk," Lin Qingfeng shook his head and looked at his master, "Let's get down to business, don't waste time with him."
Ji Hong took out an envelope, put it on the table, and said calmly: "It's confirmed, Shen Xu is not dead."
Lin Qingfeng's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the envelope on the table.
"His whereabouts over the years are all here."
Lin Qingfeng didn't touch him, but looked back at the old man: "What is his purpose of pretending to die?"
"Isn't his purpose the clearest in the world?" Ji Hong said.
Lin Qingfeng frowned, picked up the tea cup, and looked out the window.
Shen Xu's purpose is indeed clear and simple. One is to live, and the other is to protect his precious brother.
In these two purposes, he must be ranked ahead of Shen Lie alive.
As long as he could be kept alive, he would not hesitate to hurt Shen Lie.
This man is full of contradictions from head to toe.
"Those people have also found out." Ji Hong said again.
"Which ones?"
"The ones on the Yuanhe Sect," Ji Hong said, "are the ones from Liling."
Lin Qingfeng paused.
There are too many masters in this world, but there are only a few who can reach the top and dominate the world.
"So, that Ah Li was there at the time," Lin Qingfeng said, "and followed them down to Longyuan."
"right."
Lin Qingfeng subconsciously touched his wrist.
Although it has been many years, the scar on her wrist cannot go away. For her who loves beauty, this scar is really an eyesore.
In addition to this scar, there is also the huge amount of money she lost in the capital. Thinking about it now, it is as painful as digging into flesh.
"Does it hurt?" The young man on the side said at this time, "I heard that you suffered a lot from her."
Lin Qingfeng twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what expression to make, and looked at the young man.
"It's fun to hate her but have nothing to do with her, right?" the young man said again.
As soon as he finished speaking, a glass of water was poured in front of him.
The young man wiped his face and glared angrily.
Lin Qingfeng put down the tea cup and looked at him coldly.
"Xiaozhou." Ji Hong said in a deep voice.
The boy slapped the table, got up and left.
The movement of this man going down the stairs was louder than that of the big man just now, making the steps crackle.
Ji Hong withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "The person who spent half a year filling in the entire Qianqiu Palace was the one from Liling. Since then, their master and disciples have disappeared without a trace."
"Did Qianqiu Palace hinder him in any way?" Lin Qingfeng said, "With his temperament, would he do such a thing?"
"It was indeed his doing."
"It's really strange. By the way, what's the relationship between Shen Xu and them?"
"You ask me?" Ji Hong said.
Lin Qingfeng took a deep breath and said, "You should ask Shen Lie."
Ji Hong picked up the water chestnut cake on the table, broke off a small piece, and stuffed it into his mouth: "It's best not to provoke Shen Lie these years."
Lin Qingfeng didn't speak for a while, then raised his hand to pick up the envelope on the table.
The envelope was very thick, and there was a whole stack of paper inside with the handwriting of at least five people, all of which came from the "eyes" that Ji Hong had placed everywhere over the years.
"What's Ying Jinliang doing recently?" Ji Hong looked at her and asked.
Lin Qingfeng raised his eyes and looked at him and said: "Gather food, build high walls, create ostentation, write letters everywhere every day, and spend the rest of the time waiting for news. If he accidentally knows which family or wealthy family has defected to other people,
If you don't choose to kill him, he will be so miserable that he won't be able to eat for two days."
Ji Hong frowned: "Is there nothing else?"
"What can you expect from a short-sighted person?" Lin Qingfeng asked.
Ji Hong was silent for a moment and then said: "Then who does he write to?"
Lin Qingfeng's lips sarcastically said: "Zhao Mingyue and his son from the Twelve Houses of Zhengbei, Yun Bozhong and Bi Shiji from Yannan Hengping, Song Zhiyina also gave them away, and the rest were written for those wealthy families, that's all."
Kneel down in front of their door."
"I know how to choose people." Ji Hong said.
"It's just that Ying Jinliang doesn't like rough guys like Tian Dayao and Jiao Jinhu who haven't read many books."
Ji Hong stuffed another cake into his mouth and stopped talking.
"Zhenzhou Liushi Mountain," Lin Qingfeng looked at the last place name and said, "Are we going to Zhenzhou? Is that why you asked me to come here?"
"I won't go." Ji Hong said.
"Not going?"
"It's useless to go. Once we enter Shen Shun's sight, he has a hundred ways to avoid us."
"He is such a waste," Lin Qingfeng said in a funny voice, "As long as he hides from us, my uncle will also hide from him."
Ji Hong looked out the window at this time, his expression became relaxed.
"He's here." Ji Hong smiled.
"Who?" Lin Qingfeng looked around.
"I asked you to come here not for Zhenzhou, but for him." Ji Hong said, his eyes resting on a young man by the river.
