Outside Jingluo City, Feng Ziqing followed the man slowly forward.
It's been more than half a year, and Ming Shanqiao hasn't left yet, but he really can wait. This meeting may not be as simple as giving him a scabbard. The scabbard shouldn't be bad. Speaking of which, I don't know him very well, so I guess it's not.
It will be easy to get.
Feng Ziqing thought of the previous follower's words, "You must come," and it seemed a little urgent. It seemed that Fengzhu Pavilion was not a good place.
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Fengzhu Pavilion.
Not far behind the pavilion is a small long river several feet wide. On the opposite side of the river is a hill with many bamboos. The sound of the wind passing through the bamboos can be heard more clearly, especially in the pavilion, hence the name.
"Sir, do you think that boy named Feng really dares to come? We have been waiting for more than half a year, can that boy not be suspicious?"
In the pavilion, a beautiful young man in a bright red robe was listening to the sound of rustling bamboo, closing his eyes and concentrating. Waiting beside him was the tall beauty wearing a white gauze who was holding a pipa in her arms, but she had changed her body.
Outfit, the long skirt is cool and tight, with a wide open hem, showing off your figure.
The beautiful young master opened his mouth to eat the melon and fruit brought by the beauty, and hummed: "It doesn't matter if he is suspicious, even if he knows there is a trap here, he will come. He should know the weight of my scabbard. Besides, I and I
There must always be a happy fight between them, so that he can travel in the Purple Kingdom with peace of mind."
The middle-aged man Chen Shi praised: "Young Master is still smart, but I heard that the boy has been practicing in the mountains behind the palace for more than half a year. Is he going to have any adventures?"
Young Master Xiumei opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Chen Shi, "Humph, you are quite well informed."
He stood up slowly, pushed away the fruits brought by the tall beauty, walked out of the pavilion, looked into the distance and said softly: "An adventure? So what if there is one, I won't let you suffer a big loss this time, where will I put my face?"
ah."
"drive"
On the official road, a man and a horse were galloping. After a while, they arrived near Fengzhu Pavilion. He turned over and dismounted. The man quickly ran to the pavilion, bowed and said: "My dear prince, Feng Bu Zhong is already on the road.
But he walked very slowly on purpose, and it is estimated that it will take less than half an hour to arrive."
The beautiful young master waved his hand and thought to himself, it seems that he has guessed something, but casual cultivators are always cautious, which is normal. Be cautious, hum, I want you to look good when I come.
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Feng Ziqing carried Fu Wei on his back and followed the man slowly, regardless of the other person's eager expression, thinking about what might happen next.
Fengzhu Pavilion was chosen by the rooster who had waited patiently for more than half a year. It would definitely not be a good place. There would be traps and so on.
Direct siege? It has been used before, but the possibility is not high. Let Chen Shi completely let go? This is more likely, but this time it is in the wild. Chen Shi alone is not 100% sure that he cannot be trapped.
It is estimated that most of them will be used in military formations.
However, there are many people in the military formation and they can be spotted at a glance. If this is the case, they might be lying in ambush nearby, waiting for an opportunity.
These are all on the surface, and with Hua Chong's forbearing temperament, there will definitely be some secret ones. Well, the woman who knew how to beguile didn't help Hua Cong at all last time, so maybe she will use it this time.
As for other possibilities, Feng Ziqing had no idea at the moment. After all, he had only met Ming Shanqiao a few times, so he was not familiar enough with him and didn't know enough about the other party's true behavior.
But there is no way. Who makes the other party hold a grudge and refuse to give up? He doesn't want to be chased everywhere after leaving Jingluo. After all, he is the brother of the emperor of a country. He is very powerful and has many practitioners.
The Purple Luo Kingdom is no different from those ordinary cultivating sects. Alas, in order to be able to travel safely, and also for the good scabbard.
Feng Ziqing believed that the rooster would be willing to admit defeat, so the quality of the scabbard should not be a problem. The difficulty was how to escape safely after getting the scabbard.
When Feng Ziqing arrived late, the beautiful young master was already impatient with the wait. "Why are you walking so slowly? Could it be that your training has gone wrong? It's not working anymore?"
In response to the other party's sarcasm, Feng Ziqing smiled indifferently. He faced the beautiful young master from a distance and said loudly: "I didn't expect you to wait for more than half a year. It shows how serious you are. Why, could it be that I am too charming and you want to beg me to accept you?"
As a younger brother?"
Ming Shanqiao narrowed his eyes, his words were still sharp, and he felt that his state of mind was different from half a year ago, and he seemed to be more advanced. Could it be that this guy really had some adventure?
"I haven't seen you for more than half a year, but your words are still so unpleasant and annoying. You really haven't made any progress at all." Young Master Xiumei retorted.
Feng Ziqing laughed and said, "I'm a person who watches what people say. If you say my words are ugly, it means you are ugly, hahaha."
Ming Shanqiao tightened the folding fan in his hand and said that it was ugly. This was the first time he heard it. It was really worthy of his careful arrangements in the past six months.
"I'm not here to argue with you. The scabbard should be ready. I guess the emperor's nephew won't be willing to take a gamble and refuse to admit defeat."
Feng Ziqing took advantage of the gap between talking and carefully sensed that apart from the dozen or so guards outside the pavilion, there were only three masters and servants of Mingshan Qiao. He was very confused in his heart, where could the large group of guards have gone?
Stationed somewhere else? Otherwise, why is the master still there but the guards are missing? But if someone doesn't use it, he shouldn't be so stupid, right?
Well, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. It's better to keep your distance and leave as soon as possible.
Ming Shanqiao waved, and Chen Shi walked out of the pavilion, took out the scabbard from the square object, and handed it to the former.
The exterior of the scabbard is ink-colored, and the tip of the scabbard is surrounded by dark blue runes that look like bamboo leaves. It is not easy to spot if you don't look closely. However, the inner wall of the scabbard is full of runes, which is quite mysterious and mysterious.
Ming Shanqiao raised the sword slightly and explained: "This is the hidden bamboo scabbard, made of purple ink bamboo, with hidden bamboo runes inside. As you asked, it cannot be seen at all under the Tribulation Cloud Realm.
The mystery of this is that if you sell it to others, you will need at least three or five red cloud jade coins."
Feng Ziqing looked overjoyed, "Good guy, this flower rooster is quite generous, but is it really worth three or five red cloud jade coins? Secondly, the most important thing is its function."
"Young Master Ming really keeps his word, and I admire you. Since the scabbard has been made, please give it to me, and I will thank you for this." Feng Ziqing stretched out his hand, his meaning obvious.
Ming Shanqiao snorted and smiled, "Come and get it yourself. It's so far away from me. Are you afraid of something?"
Feng Ziqing looked around and sensed it again. He still couldn't sense the presence of anyone else, but he was still a little hesitant, so he said loudly: "I'm a coward, please ask Mr. Ming to throw the sword over."
Ming Shanqiao sneered, threw it away, inserted the scabbard into the ground in front of him, and said mockingly: "I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and you have lost your courage. You are really a useless person. It's a shame that I hired someone to make this sword."
Scabbard, tsk tsk tsk”
This guy really seizes the opportunity and scolds, hum, forget it, take the scabbard first.
Feng Ziqing carefully felt the scabbard on the ground and confirmed that there was no danger. Then he stretched out his hand and sucked the scabbard into his palm. He was about to say a few polite words, but his eyes blurred and his body seemed to be restrained by something.
, then yanked forward and was in front of a person in an instant.
He quickly stabilized his body, looked up, and saw the middle-aged man grinning at him.
"Mr. Feng, let Chen be very close to you." Before he finished speaking, Feng Ziqing was punched hard in the chest and flew backwards with a bang.
Ming Shanqiao, who was standing there, finally had a smile on his face. He smiled and said, "Welcome Mr. Feng to the urn."