A quarter of an hour later, the gravel on the ground was cleared, and Ling Feng was preparing to practice swordsmanship with Jiang Yuelong.
At this time, a guard came over, handed over a piece of letter paper, and said: "Deputy Gang Leader, someone just asked the brother at the door to deliver it."
Ling Feng opened it and took a look, but there was a piece of white paper. The white person, Mingyue, was a letter from Mingyue Tower. It seemed that the matter of the Iron Sword Sect had been investigated.
"You guys practice on your own first, I'll go out for a while!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he left in a hurry.
Jiang Yuelong looked at Ling Feng's leaving figure, snorted, and started sparring with Mingyu.
…
More than a quarter of an hour later, the secret room of Mingyue Tower.
Han Yue smiled and said: "The matter has been clarified. The Iron Sword Sect is indeed a peripheral force of the Netherworld Palace. Many disciples of the Iron Sword Sect faked their own deaths and quietly joined the Netherworld Palace. Some even practiced the Xuanyin Corpse Refining Technique and became
Killed Xuanyin Death Soldier. So, you wiped out the Iron Sword Sect, and the Holy Emperor was very happy and decided to reward you heavily! You received 10,000 merit points, a bottle of Yuan Ning Dan, 100,000 taels of silver notes, and the fourth-level True Talisman Tiangang Thunder Talisman.
One piece."
She first took out a stack of silver notes and a purple jade bottle. What was in the purple jade bottle was the fourth-level spiritual elixir Condensing Yuan Dan, which contained extremely condensed spiritual power and could greatly increase the innate master's Qi cultivation.
Immediately, she took out a small rosewood box, which contained a red true talisman. It was the Tiangang Thunder Talisman. It was so powerful that even the most innate masters could not withstand it. The fourth-level true talisman was made of higher-level talismans.
The true energy drawn by it is not only more powerful than the third-level spiritual talisman, but also contains a trace of the true meaning of the great martial arts master, which can lock the target and make the opponent unable to avoid it.
The rewards this time are generous, especially the fourth-level true talisman, which is a good thing that even money cannot buy.
Ling Feng carefully put it into the mustard bag and checked the merit points on the White Dragon Order. He found that it had become 6,200 points, so he asked: "Why is it only half?"
Han Yue glanced at him and said, "If you fail the mission, you will still have to deduct 5,000 merit points."
"mean!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he turned and left.
…
Ling Feng walked around before returning to the Qingjiao Gang, but met an acquaintance at the door.
He looked slightly happy and said, "Yurou, why are you here?"
At this time, Song Yurou was still dressed like a police officer in blue. She handed over a red invitation and said: "My uncle will celebrate his sixtieth birthday in three days. This is the invitation. Please give it to Gang Leader Ren."
Ling Feng accepted the invitation, but it was an invitation from the Qinghe Sword Sect. In addition to Ren Qingyao, the invitation list included himself. He looked a little strange. Song Yurou's uncle Song Qing was celebrating his sixtieth birthday, why did he invite him? He didn't have many invitations.
After thinking about it, he accepted the invitation and said, "Let's go in and have a cup of tea!"
"No, I still have a case on hand, so I'm going back first."
After Song Yurou finished speaking, she turned and left.
Ling Feng looked at her back and sighed. He felt a sense of alienation, maybe because of the different camps, maybe because of something else. But it was no longer important. He turned around and entered the door.
However, he didn't notice that the moment he turned around, Song Yurou suddenly turned around.
Looking at Ling Feng's retreating figure, Song Yurou had a complicated look in her bright eyes, remembering a wonderful encounter that she thought had come to an end, but she didn't expect that meeting again would still cause ripples in her heart.
…
Ling Feng was immersed in cultivation, and three days passed in an instant.
Three days later, early in the morning, the red sun rose.
At this time, with the onset of winter, although the weather is still sunny, the cold wind is howling, the wind is blowing, and the temperature is dropping sharply, so most people wear thicker clothes.
Ling Feng was still wearing a thin white gown and was sparring with Jiang Yuelong in the courtyard.
He suppressed his strength and speed to fight with Jiang Yuelong. Both of them used their swords very fast, with a sharp clang.
When the two were sparring, they only used ordinary long swords and did not use the blessing of infuriating energy. They just competed with each other in sword moves, but the fight was very fierce.
Next to him, Mingyu was watching the battle and learning from experience.
After a while, a middle-aged man in a green shirt walked in, but it was Qing Yao, the gang director.
Ling Feng put away his sword, looked slightly surprised, and said: "Why is the gang leader here?"
Ren Qingyao smiled and said: "It's like this. It's the 60th birthday of Song Qing, the leader of the Qinghe Sword Sect. I have something to do and I can't go, so I asked you to go on my behalf. I have asked Master Yuwen to prepare the birthday gift. You can prepare it and go with him.
Let him go."
Ling Feng nodded and said: "Okay!"
He knew that Ren Qingyao was not really busy, but that he couldn't go. Both of them were gang leaders, on the same list, and were on equal footing. Naturally, they couldn't go to celebrate Song Qing's birthday. Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that the Qingjiao Gang was inferior to the Qinghe Sword Sect!
After Ren Qingyao left, Ling Feng stared at Jiang Yuelong and said, "I want to go out, and Yu'er's safety will be left to you. Can you do it?"
Jiang Yuelong smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will try my best to protect sister Mingyu!"
Mingyu also smiled sweetly and said: "Husband, don't worry, I will be at home waiting for you to come back!"
Ling Feng stepped forward and hugged her, saying: "Be safe, I'll be back soon!"
…
A moment later, Ling Feng rode on the white dragon horse and took more than a dozen disciples to Qingming Mountain, the gate of the Qinghe Sword Sect.
Not long after Ling Feng left, Jiang Yuelong received a letter, her expression changed slightly, and she left in a hurry.
A quarter of an hour later, in a private room of an ordinary inn.
A middle-aged man wearing a white gown and an elegant face was sitting opposite Jiang Yuelong.
Jiang Yuelong said in a trembling voice: "Why are you here?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Of course I am here for something. You have been lurking for long enough, and you will be free soon."
Jiang Yuelong said happily: "Really?"
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Of course, I have lied to you before! But, you still have to do one more thing!"
Jiang Yuelong said: "What's the matter?"
The middle-aged man said: "Bring his wife out!"
Jiang Yuelong's expression changed and he said: "It's useless, you don't understand him. He is an extreme person and will never be threatened by others!"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "I know people like him. On the surface, he values love and justice, but in fact he is unsentimental and cares only about himself. However, his woman should still have some weight, so a magic weapon is enough."
Jiang Yuelong remained silent. This day has finally arrived. She has been acting for so long, and sometimes she has forgotten what is true and what is false. Sometimes she also thinks that it would be good if she could continue like this. It is just a dream after all.
There will be a moment of waking up, and the play will eventually end one day.
The middle-aged man said coldly: "You don't want to? You won't tell me that you really fall in love with him!"
Jiang Yuelong looked a little panicked and said quickly: "No, no! I'm just worried. He doesn't trust me that much. Maybe he has arranged for others to protect Mingyu."
The middle-aged man smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I will help you!"
After a while, Jiang Yuelong left the inn, his expression calm again.
However, she didn't notice a middle-aged beggar quietly staring at her under the eaves next to the inn.