Chong Ge: "Then, as for Northwest, where is his goal?"
Cheng Lin: "Of course it should be Fuliu Villa."
Chong Ge: "Fuliu Villa, Lin Ping? The father of Lin Xun's little brat?"
Cheng Lin: "...Yeah, yes."
Chong Ge suddenly felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders: "I'm leaving right away. If Lin Ping is in danger, Chang Shisan won't be able to spare me. By then all the money will be gone!"
Cheng Lin: "Ahem! The people in Fuliu Villa are staying at the main villa now and are safe. Don't panic!"
Forehead……
All right……
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Chang Shisan and his party arrived at Qingshan City.
They did not visit Ji Hong directly, but paid attention to the dark spots of the Mingjue sect along the way, looking for trends from the details.
Lin Xun is the happiest among this group of people!
When passing by Zhangjiazhuang, the boy got the news and got his sword from Qiu Zimei.
This sword is gleaming with red lines all over its body.
The sword body, from structure to appearance, is exactly the same as the Mo Yang Sword.
Unless a top swordsman feels the feel in person, it is really impossible to tell the difference between the two swords.
Qiu Zimei originally suggested that the length of this sword should be slightly shorter than the Mo Yang sword. After all, the length of the sword depends on the height of the user. Lin Xun is obviously a bit smaller.
However, under Lin Xun's strong request, he made it exactly the same as Mo Yang. His reason - he will grow taller one day!
Even Chang Shisan cannot deny this reason. Who knows what will happen in the future.
The difference is that the scabbard of this sword is completely dark black, with a wood-like deep yellow in the black.
In the end, in order to "follow" his master, Lin Xun named the sword "Qingyang".
"Qing" represents black, and the word "Yang" is taken from the word "Yang" in "Mo Yang".
In this way, Lin Xun finally got his own sword - Qingyang Sword.
Although the Qing Yang Sword is slightly inferior to the Mo Yang Sword, it is already close to the pinnacle of swords. It can be called the best among the best.
Qiu Zimei’s craftsmanship is indeed not just in vain.
Lin Xun hugged Qingyang Sword tightly all the way, feeling very happy.
From then on, the person who "carried" Mo Yang Sword for Chang Shisan was replaced by Tang Shaoan, a good brother.
A beautifully decorated store came into view. The signboard read "Mingfu Teahouse" in large characters.
On the pillar in front of the facade, there is a very inconspicuous gray mark - a crescent moon with a round sun floating on it.
This is exactly the hallmark of the Illuminati.
Ordinary people passing by this place would never be able to reach it. But people who have been around for a long time are different. If they focus on looking for such signs, it is not difficult to find that the teahouse in front of them is the dark spot of the Mingjue sect.
Qiu Yao stretched out his hand and waved: "Sir, you see, this is their place too."
Chang Shisan: "Well, the claws are long enough."
Qiu Yao: "I'm going to see how big they are inside."
Chang Shisan patted him on the shoulder and stopped him: "That's not appropriate. After all, Qingshan City is close to our home, so I know you and I."
Qiu Yao: "Then..."
Chang Shisan: "Shaoan, you and Xun'er go and have a look."
Shaoan: "Oh, okay."
Chang Shisan: "Remember, don't cause trouble, and move more quickly."
Shaoan nodded: "Yes, I know."
Lin Xun: "Master, if something unexpected happens, can I draw my sword?"
he asked carefully.
Now, he has a better memory. He should not use force at will, otherwise he will be beaten. Lin Xun is a little clever. He asked the master's intention in advance to save himself from blaming him later.
Chang Shisan: "As long as you weren't the one who made the move first, it deserves forgiveness."
Lin Xun smiled with satisfaction: "Okay!"
Shaoan led Lin Xun and they entered Mingfu Tea House.
Chang Shisan and Qiu Yao sat in the small shop opposite.
The most embarrassing thing was sitting across from Chang Shisan. Qiu Yao was not a talkative person, and Chang Shisan was a person who would get annoyed if he said more than one word.
The two people were sitting across from each other, just saying a few words casually, and then they were replaced by silence - they sat quietly, looking at an unknown place motionlessly, looking in trance.
Shaoan and his two men strode in, and the waiters at Mingfu Teahouse greeted them warmly.
Guy: "Gentlemen, please come this way!"
The waiter took the two of them and left.
Shaoan: "Second brother, do you have a private room? The second floor looks nice."
The waiter smiled and said: "There is a seat in the private room on the second floor. You two can come up with me."
Anyone who enters the elegant room must be a rich young man. Anyone sitting drinking tea can't help but raise his head and take a few glances.
Lin Xun: "Hey, why does it feel weird here?"
Shaoan: "Don't talk nonsense, little brat, shut up!"
Lin Xun rolled his eyes!
It’s just weird——
The average waiter would say a few words to a wealthy customer when he saw one. But the waiter in front of him was just the opposite. He said nothing except a serious smile.
The shopkeeper standing at the counter was clearly supposed to settle accounts, but this man kept staring at the people coming and going.
The strange thing is that this place doesn't look like a teahouse at all.
The dark side of the Mingjue sect is that although it does not have as strict rules as the Tianyunshan sect, it is not bad at all in concealing its identity.
The three or four dark spots we encountered along the way can be said to have been covered up skillfully.
But in this dark spot, the people inside are clearly exposed!
Even a kid like Lin Xun can detect the strangeness in the atmosphere. Is this place so unprofessional? Are these people sent out to perform tasks without training? Are these newcomers to the Mingjue sect?
?
No!
wrong!
The shopkeeper here looks to be thirty-five years old at least.
People of this age are generally not newbies.
Look at those sharp eyes - how can you be so vigilant if you haven't seen several bloody scenes?
Clearly not a newcomer!
However, how could a non-newcomer be exposed like this?
Shaoan is also thinking about this issue.
Is there another mystery behind this dark spot?
Shaoan and Lin Xun went up to the second floor, entered the private room and sat down.
The clerk was still smiling: "What do you two want to write?"
Lin Xun: "Two pots of tea, I want Longjing. And two plates of fruits, I want fresh ones!"
Guy: "Okay, wait a moment, you two, we'll be here soon!"
The clerk turned around, walked out of the door, and closed the door of the room neatly.
Shaoan lowered his voice: "Is there something wrong with you? Come into the room and say, you don't even understand, you idiot!"
Although the voice is low, the word "idiot" at the end is particularly clear.
Lin Xun frowned: "Okay, okay, it's my fault. Humph. It's just weird anyway."
Shaoan held on to the table: "Why exactly?"
Lin Xun's eyes widened: "Could we have been exposed?!"
Shaoan: "The two of us? No, no, there are very few people who know us. Don't put gold on your face, kid!"