"Hey, monk," Lin Feiyang winked and said with a smile, "Are you soft-hearted? Don't want to cause trouble for her? Well, Young Master Yang is indeed a rare beauty, and a monk is also a man. It's hard for a hero to care about beauties. It's not shameful for you to be soft-hearted!"
Fakong glanced at him sideways and motioned for him to shut up.
Lin Feiyang's yin and yang look is quite annoying.
Faning said softly: "Senior brother, what's wrong?"
"...This move is useless." Fakong shook his head.
He replayed the previous scene in his mind, like a high-definition movie slowed down, replaying it bit by bit, carefully observing the details.
Yang Ying's starry eyes were blazing, as if she had murderous intent and was afraid that she would tell anyone.
But the corners of her mouth moved slightly.
There was a slight wrinkle at the corner of the delicate and white mouth, as if flying insects occasionally touched the surface of the calm lake.
This small wrinkle is so tiny that it is almost imperceptible, but it cannot prevent my observation and memory abilities from being beyond the imagination of the world.
Even if I had this ability, if I hadn't observed it repeatedly, I wouldn't have been able to detect this slight movement, and she would have deceived her.
Fa Kong was thoughtful.
In fact, she is not afraid of spreading the word.
If it was publicized, it would certainly make people fearful. All martial arts masters should be careful in front of her, lest she could see through her mind and learn from her secretly.
She is so hateful.
But there is one exception, the Demon Sect.
If she were a disciple of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, would she still be afraid of her magical eyes?
The disciples of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect practice the Heavenly Demon's Secret Manual, which are all well-known miraculous and secret techniques. Are they afraid that the Heavenly Demon's Mystical Eyes will see them clearly?
I am afraid that too many disciples of the Demon Sect are cultivating the Magic Eyes of the Demon Sect and are tortured to the point of death by the difficulty of practicing the Magic Eyes of the Demon Sect.
If they knew that Yang Ying had mastered the magic eyes of the devil, their spirits would be greatly boosted, and their envy would increase their hopes.
Of course, it is inevitable for Yang Ying to have admiration for Yang Ying who has perfected the magic eyes of the devil, which greatly enhances her prestige.
As far as Fakong knows, there is no one in the Six Paths of Demon Sect who has mastered the magical eyes of the devil, and Yang Ying is the first person.
Fakong stood up and walked around with his hands behind his back.
He walked from the east end of Yingxin Pavilion to the west end, then walked back to the east end, drank a jade cup of tea, and still paced with his hands behind his hands.
Fanning's little eyes kept staring at him, following his body movements.
Lin Feiyang said helplessly: "It's just a rumor. It's too easy to spread. Why do you have to rack your brains so much?"
Fakong glanced at him.
Lin Feiyang said: "Monk, if I go to Shenjing, I can easily spread the news throughout Shenjing, and then spread it. Soon, the entire martial arts world will know about it in one year!"
"Good job." Fakong snorted softly.
Lin Feiyang showed a proud smile: "My ability to spread news is absolutely unmatched by anyone, hehe..."
Fan Ning asked curiously: "Brother Lin, how can it spread so fast?"
"Want to know?" Lin Feiyang chuckled.
Faning nodded.
Lin Feiyang waved to Fu Er to come over.
Faning hesitated and came over.
Lin Feiyang said: "There is only one secret, Qi!"
"strange?"
"If I write a note and stuff it into the Forbidden Palace, will it attract anyone's attention? Then stuff it into the small girl's room in Miaochun Building, hehe..." Lin Feiyang showed a weird smile and said proudly: "
Then strip a notorious guy naked and hang him in the city gate tower all night, with this news stuck on his back."
Faning was stunned.
Fakong shook his head: "Lin Feiyang, shut up."
"Monk, is my method good?"
"You really want to do this, Young Master Yang is so eager to do so." Fakong shook his head and said, "You are taking advantage of her."
"Can't?" Lin Feiyang was confused and tilted his head to look at Faning.
Fanning also looked confused.
Fakong waved his hand: "Anyway, that's it for now. Don't worry about it. There is one thing I have to say."
He vaguely felt that this Yang Ying had great ambitions.
"What's up?"
"About your Royal Shadow Scripture." Fakong looked solemn: "How did Young Master Yang know about you?"
Lin Feiyang scratched his head, looking confused.
"You didn't show yourself in front of her, did you?"
"No." Lin Feiyang shook his head: "Absolutely not!"
"Where's Senior Tang?"
"No!" Lin Feiyang hesitated: "...right?"
Fakong snorted.
Lin Feiyang scratched his head, frowned and thought hard: "There is a lustful old guy who stalked Senior Tang. This guy has a bad character and is obsessed with sex, but his swordsmanship is really amazing!"
He waved his arm, holding it in his palm as if he was holding a sword and waving it: "The sword flashed, and it was in front of him, so fast that I had no time to react."
Faning hurriedly asked: "What then?"
"Then, Senior Tang was hit by a sword, and I didn't even react. Fortunately, the old pervert didn't want to kill her, and stabbed her in the shoulder with the sword."
"What happens next?" Faning asked again.
"Of course I didn't want to and gave him a slap." Lin Feiyang snorted: "Knock the guy unconscious with one slap."
Fakong shook his head: "What happened to your injury?"
"I didn't expect that the old guy struck out with a sword before he was unconscious. It was too fast and I couldn't avoid it."
Fakong hummed: "Whether his sword is faster or not, the key is that you are careless. Do you think he is no longer a threat?"
Lin Feiyang scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
"If you are not wronged by this sword, you will learn a lesson." Fakong shook his head: "It seems that you have revealed your form."
Lin Feiyang nodded.
Fa Kong groaned.
Lin Feiyang looked at him eagerly.
"It seems that Young Master Yang may not have seen through your Shadow Royal Sutra." Fakong said slowly: "Let's test it out."
"How to test?" Lin Feiyang asked: "Do you mean that I pretend to surrender? That won't work, I can't do it."
I have always been honest and disdain for fraud.
Faning nodded hurriedly.
He also felt that Lin Feiyang could not do anything fake.
People will see it right away.
Especially since Young Master Yang is so smart, he can spot Lin Feiyang's flaws at once.
"It's really difficult for you to make a lie." Fakong nodded.
Lin Feiyang nodded vigorously.
I thought Fa Kong recognized his character.
Fakong said: "That's it, you send a letter over there."
"It's a piece of cake." Lin Feiyang smiled proudly.
He even thought it was overkill.
Fakong gestured with his lips.
Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash, quickly brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and ground the ink.
Fa Kong picked up his pen and meditated.
After a while, the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and it was completed in one breath.
He picked it up, blew it, and handed it to Lin Feiyang: "Seal it and send it over. She shouldn't have gone too far."
Lin Feiyang glanced at it curiously: "Want to re-bless that string of Buddhist beads? I'm afraid Senior Tang is not willing. She takes them out and rubs them every day, treating them as her darling."
Fakong waved his hand.
Lin Feiyang curled his lips, put it in the envelope, and fluttered away.
Cantian Dao descended from King Kong Peak and rested on the spot.
In front of a forest.
Li Zhu ran back and forth, lighting firewood and cooking. He piled up two piles of firewood and put two huge iron pots on the shelves. The diameter of the pots was as high as a person's height.
He directed the two Cantian Dao masters to light the fire, and the eight Cantian Dao masters processed the game. He himself was busy cooking and frying it.
One large pot is boiling wild game and wild vegetables, the other is boiling rice, the flames are rising and the white gas is gurgling.
Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan were sitting on two rocks not far away.
The masters of Cantian Dao sat together in twos and threes, forming a faint circle, surrounding Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan for several layers.
They were either laughing and joking, laughing loudly from time to time, some were eating and drinking, and some were shouting and quarreling.
Yang Ying was holding a book and reading it quietly. She was incompatible with the hustle and bustle around her. Although they were together, they seemed like two different worlds.
Tang Yueyan lowered her head and stroked the string of Buddhist beads, her bright eyes flickering in a daze, lost in memories, showing a sweet expression from time to time.
Yang Ying glanced at her occasionally, shook her head secretly, and continued reading with her head down.
Zhou Tianhuai carefully observed all the masters of Cantian Dao.
If the person was seriously injured, he would use his kung fu to help the other person's injury, and then curse a few words.
For the dead one, he slowly arranged the appearance of the corpse and patted the corpse's shoulders approvingly, as if he were facing a living person.
"The food is here!"
Li Zhu shouted happily and led the people to bring two huge iron pots to Yang Ying's side.
Everyone stopped immediately and looked over.
Li Zhu opened the lid of the pot.
In the steaming heat, the aroma surged out, stimulating the Cantian Dao masters' mouths to quickly fill with saliva.
"Get the bowl! Get the bowl!"
"Get in line! Get in line!"
Li Zhu shouted and waved a big iron spoon, and soon the Cantian Dao masters formed a long snake and circled four times.
A spoonful of rice, a spoonful of game with soup and meat on the rice, the aroma is fragrant, and the smell will whet your appetite.
After everyone had finished lining up and started eating, Li Zhu served two bowls of rice and gave them to Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan respectively.
Yang Ying put down the book and took the bowl and chopsticks.
Eating the same rice and using the same bowl, everyone in Can Tiandao devoured it like a wolf. She moved gracefully and ate calmly.
She was the last to eat but the first to finish because she ate very little.
Every time Li Zhu watched her eat, he always wondered where her powerful strength came from, yet she ate so little food.
She suddenly raised her head and looked somewhere.
Lin Feiyang appeared under a tree three feet away, cupped his fists and saluted: "I have met Young Master Yang."
Yang Ying took out the snow-white silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of her snow-white mouth and cherry-red lips: "Dr. Lin, have you figured it out?"
"Hehe..." Lin Feiyang said sheepishly, "I'm here to deliver the letter for the monk."
"He has a letter for me?"
"yes."
Lin Feiyang flashed and appeared next to Yang Ying, causing her starry eyes to glance at him again.
Lin Feiyang submitted the letter.
After Yang Ying read it, she hesitated and handed it to Tang Yueyan who was putting down the bowls and chopsticks.
Tang Yueyan wiped the corners of her mouth, put on her veil again, took the letter, read it, and frowned at Lin Feiyang.
Lin Feiyang said carelessly: "Don't worry, the monk will never give up the beads!"
"...Okay." Tang Yueyan carefully took off the beads from Hao's wrist and handed them out.
When Lin Feiyang reached out to take it, she hesitated again and refused to let go.
"Aunt Yan." Yang Ying said softly: "Although Monk Fakong is stingy and vicious, he shouldn't be fooling anyone in this matter."
"...When can I come back?" Tang Yueyan asked Lin Feiyang worriedly.
Lin Feiyang thought for a while: "It will be done in a while."
Tang Yueyan slowly let go of her hand.
Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief and almost couldn't help but snatch it away. It's so troublesome, woman!
He disappeared without waiting for Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan to speak again.