Xue Li looked at Jin Furong's interested expression and said unhappily: "Sister Furong, can you please take your hand away? I feel so uncomfortable being pressed by you."
Only then did Jin Furong realize that her hand was still on Xue Li's head. She was a little embarrassed. She took her hand off and then carefully tasted what Xue Li had just called her. She felt that the word "Sister Furong" had no meaning in the words.
There is no problem with the semantics or usage, but it is quite unpleasant to listen to, and always gives me a feeling of trepidation. Frowning, Jin Furong whispered: "You are not allowed to call me this name in the future, or I will pull your hair.
"
Xue Li knew that this woman was very tough, so he nodded angrily, and then told Jin Furong everything he had experienced in Taibai Peak. The woman had bright eyes, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, and her emotions changed with his story.
When Xue Li said that Kou Hua took the initiative to cut off their wives, Jin Furong sighed softly.
Xue Li asked with some confusion: "Fu Rong..." Under the fiery gaze of the other party, he swallowed back those two words.
"Why sigh."
Jin Furong said sadly: "After listening to you for a long time, it seems that the monks of Tianqiong Sect are still full of integrity, but this monk named Kou Hua may not live long."
Xue Li also looked a little sad. He murmured: "You also think that Senior Brother Kou Hua is in danger. What kind of sect is Shura Sect, Furong...do you know?" Xue Li raised his head and looked at Jin.
Furong asked. When they were at Taibai Peak, Chen Yunsheng did not tell him and Ye Sihan these backgrounds, and until now Xue Li didn't know the strength of his opponent.
The night wind lifted up the woman's long hair, and she looked into the distance even more confusedly. After a while, Jin Furong said slowly: "Asura Sect is not something that ants like you and me can reach. If we are human beings, then
They are gods. We can only look up to the gods above the nine heavens. Humans cannot resist the will of gods."
Xue Li raised his head stubbornly and said in a low voice: "Uncle Chen once said that there is no god in the world. Some people have done many great things during their lives, and when they are remembered after death, they become gods. Anyone who is alive wants to
People who want to become gods are either madmen or insane. No matter who they are, I will defeat them. Although I am still very weak now, it is never too late for a monk to take revenge."
Jin Furong looked at Xue Li with a good eye. She saw a vigorous vitality in this young man. He was optimistic and open-minded. Just like his name, like Li Huo, he brought light and warmth to the people around him.
Unconsciously, the woman's cheeks turned a little rosy. She turned her head and Jin Furong looked at the floor. Xue Li was immersed in his ambition of revenge and did not notice the change in the woman's expression.
People say that the night is like water, and the originally thick and irreversible melancholy is diluted by the water and becomes vague. The deck is in a mess, with more than thirty burly men staggering around, snoring like thunder, and smelling of alcohol. Xue
Li returned to his room, lay on the hard wooden bed, recalled what happened today, and fell asleep hazily.
The next day, just like when he was at Taibai Peak, Xue Li started practicing the White Tiger Shining Gold Technique before dawn. After practicing for a week, he switched to practicing the fire attribute Qi Training Technique. After all the training was completed, Tian
It was already bright, and there was a rapid knocking sound on the wooden door of the room. A short man poked his head out from the crack of the door and said with a smile: "Brother Xue, the boss has something to discuss, hurry up and follow me, it's late.
She's going to go crazy."
Xue Li quickly stood up, tidied his hair randomly, and followed the people to the deck. He saw Jin Furong resumed her disguise as a man, wearing a gray cloth robe that looked quite shabby, and her hair was tied up.
It was covered with a green silk scarf so that it couldn't be seen at all. Seeing that everyone was here, Jin Furong cleared her throat and said: "We are called to the meeting today for nothing else but a big business deal. If
This business is successful, each person will be given ten pieces of high-grade spiritual stones, and Kunpeng will stay at the Gold-selling Cave for three days, what do you think?"
Everyone burst out into thunderous cheers, and it took a while before they calmed down. Wang Mao asked with a smile: "Master Jin, I wonder who our 'owner' is this time? It must be him."
How could a wealthy family have a leader who loves money as much as his life be so generous?"
Jin Furong glared at him and cursed: "Do you think it's easy to be the master? I have to take care of your food, your housing, and the spiritual stones you cultivate. In time for the holidays, I have to go to the Golden Cave to have fun and be happy. You
Tell me where I am stingy, if you can't tell me, I will deduct your spiritual stone this month."
Wang Mao trembled, and said with an apologetic smile: "Master, please calm down and treat me as a fart. Don't forget it, hehe."
Jin Furong snorted coldly, without looking at him, and said calmly: "This time the 'owner' is Si Tiange of Xiliang Kingdom."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar, and the discussion resounded across the deck again. After a long time, everyone gradually became quiet. Jin Furong added: "Sitian Pavilion is too busy taking care of itself right now, and is surrounded by dangers. If we don't take this opportunity to make a fortune,
Pen, I’m afraid that once they recover, their chance of making a fortune will be gone.”
At this time, a middle-aged man shouted: "We will do whatever the boss says. I, Chu Laowu, will definitely be the first one to rush forward. I have a big scar on my head, but twenty years later I am a good man again."
." Voices of agreement arose everywhere, and people stood up to express their loyalty. After a while, the noise became quiet again.
Xue Li secretly laughed. The discipline of this group of bandits was so bad. They were wasted for an hour and failed to make a specific plan. They were just noisy and playful without any use. Compared with the efficiency of Yunying Team, it was much worse.
Yuan Jin Furong also frowned secretly, quite dissatisfied with the group of brothers under her.
She cleared her throat and said: "The person who escorted the spirit stone this time is called Taoist Blood Vine. He has a very bad reputation in the world of immortal cultivation. He once wandered around in the world of casual cultivators. Later, for some reason, he joined Sitian Pavilion and did some work.
It is a matter of sneaking around and deceiving superiors and subordinates. As for how many people under him will participate in the escort, it is unknown. It is reported that these people will walk north from Furong tent, turn east in the middle, pass Yangming Pass and go straight to Tianshui City. Brothers
Think about it, do you have any good way to win this deal without losing any blood?"
A man with a wide mouth and a grin said loudly: "Isn't this easy to handle? According to He Laosan's method, we directly ambush on the road, wait for them to fly over, and suddenly string candied haws for them from the bottom up."
Chu Laowu quickly shook his head and said: "Master, don't listen to He Laosan's nagging, he knows nothing. When it comes to the knowledge of troop formation, it depends on me. No matter how bad Zhang Guangdou is, he is still a great monk in foundation building. We
There are no more than five foundation-building brothers in the Kunpeng Gang. If the opponent brings more than a dozen foundation-building monks on the road, using He Laosan's method will only lead to death. In my opinion, it is better to find an inn and knock them down, and then take them.
Got their spiritual stones.”
Wang Mao scratched his head, gave a thumbs up and said: "Lao Wu is indeed a dog-headed strategist. This idea is much more reliable than Lao San's, but he is a practitioner and travels thousands of miles. The inn along the way is too
There are so many, how do you know which room they live in? It is possible for a cultivator to sleep in the wilderness at night."
Wang Mao's question stumped Chu Laowu. He thought about it, but felt that he had no answer, and shook his head in frustration. Everyone was silent. At this time, Jin Furong's eyes fell on Xue Li, and she said seductively: "
Brother Xue Li, what do you think?"
Xue Li didn't expect that she would ask for his opinion, and secretly thought that he had never participated in formulating strategies. When he was in the Yunying Team, it was Chen Yunsheng and Zhuge Jingyu who proposed the plan. Fang Minglan came up with ideas from the side, while he and Ye Sihan were just in a daze.
Playing. After being stunned for a while, he followed Zhuge Jingyu's tune and said calmly: "In my opinion, Zhang Guangdou can't live in a hotel. Where he stays depends on his character. Although each of the Taoists
The ability is not small, but most of the things that happen to the monks who spend the night in the wilderness happen to the monks of Sitian Pavilion. They don’t have the best clothes and food there, so I don’t think they would do it if they endured a night in the wilderness. As for where they stayed during the escort, I
Not familiar with geography, can't provide advice."
After clapping her hands, Jin Furong said: "Look at Brother Xue Li. Although they are young, they have a lot of knowledge. I don't think they will stay in the wilderness overnight. As for where they will choose to stay, we need to study it carefully.
.”
As she spoke, she spread out a map on the deck, and a group of people gathered around and began to study the route that the Blood Vine Taoist might take. While Jin Furong spread out the map, she pointed to the mountains and rivers in the center of the map and said: "From Furong Town
The straight-line distance to Tianshui City is five thousand miles, but there is a branch of Mang Mountain between the two places. The mountains here are dangerous, the mountains and rivers are barren, and there are several gangs of thieves. It is said that there are some cultivators in the area. I'm afraid
Zhang Guangdou will not choose this shortest road."
Then Jin Furong pointed to a small trail in the north of Furong Town and said: "This is an official road. Although the place it passes is not prosperous, there are always people living there. I don't think there will be too many bandits. I am sure they will leave.
This road." She carefully measured the length of the path, lowered her eyebrows and muttered: "A cultivator can travel a thousand miles in a day, but the monks in Sitian Pavilion are used to being lazy and won't put in the effort. It is estimated that it can be a thousand miles at most. Let me
have a look……"
As she spoke, Jin Furong's eyes fell on a place marked with a red circle on the map. She stretched her eyebrows and said easily: "Yes, this place is called Zixia Town. It is the only town store within five hundred miles nearby.
So they must stay here for the night. We must be stationed here ahead of them, and when the time comes, we will catch turtles in an urn."
More than thirty gang members shouted loudly, everyone performed their duties, launched the huge Kunpeng, and flew towards the north against the bright winter sun.