In Nanjing Jiming Temple, a flat-headed man walked into the temple with a huge bag, attracting everyone's attention. But he seemed to be distracted, completely ignoring the people and things around him, always taking resolute steps, looking ahead, straight through the Buddhist scriptures, came to the door of a meditation room, and knocked lightly.

"Are you here?" The door of the meditation room quickly opened from the inside, and an old monk appeared in front of the flat-headed man, and asked softly and politely, but from the tone of the old monk, it could be felt that he was slightly surprised by the appearance of the flat-headed man.

"Mr. Lu asked me to send this to you!" After hearing the old monk's question, the flat-headed man nodded, squinted at the big bag on his shoulder, and said this.

"Come in!" The old monk glanced at the bag on the shoulders of the flat-headed man, and said in a deep voice, the flat-headed man strode into the meditation room, and the old monk closed the door heavily.

This flat-headed man is a tiger from Hangzhou, and the old monk is no one else, it is the breeze who lives in seclusion here.

"Look at it!" After entering the meditation room, the tiger immediately put the bag on his shoulder on the ground, and then whispered to Qingfeng, but did not open the bag directly.

"Let's have a cup of tea first!" After hearing the tiger's words, Qingfeng did not touch the bag, but he had already guessed what the bag contained, he slowly walked to the table, lifted the kettle, and said this to the tiger while making tea.

"No, I have to rush back to my life!" Hearing Qingfeng's words, the tiger immediately politely refused.

"Oh, we have to rush back, in such a hurry?" Seeing that the tiger refused, Qingfeng didn't force it again. He gently put down the kettle in his hand, walked back to the tiger and said this. However, the tiger did not respond again.

"Untie it!" Qingfeng looked at the bag on the ground, and then said in a deep voice. After answering the words of the breeze, the tiger did not hesitate to untie the bag. The bag contained Qingfeng's only apprentice, Scarface. It's just that now he is already a cold corpse.

"Hey!" Seeing the person who was once closest to him lying in front of him, his face pale, Qingfeng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He stared at Scarface for a long time, but he couldn't say a word.

"I've tried a lot of things, but he won't tell where it's hidden, so ......" Seeing Qingfeng's appearance, the tiger opened his mouth and explained softly.

"I know he won't say it, it's not your fault, he deserves to die, if it were me, I would do the same as you! I sighed just that I sighed at the love with him, I never thought that the person who betrayed me in the end would be him! These words revealed his true feelings, and he did not have a trace of affection for Scarface, just like he and Dusty at the beginning. Now, just as Lichen couldn't have imagined that his Qingfeng would go against him, Qingfeng didn't expect Scarface to go against his Qingfeng!

"When I found him, he was in Inner Mongolia, and I think what you were looking for was probably there, and after leaving here, I rushed back immediately, and I must find a way to find it." After Qingfeng finished sighing, the tiger spoke again and said in a deep voice.

"No need, I think he must have informed Li Sanqing and the others of the location of the hiding things in advance, you just go and keep an eye on them!" After hearing the tiger's words, Qingfeng's eyes turned around twice and made such a response.

"Good!" the tiger nodded in agreement.

"Help me find a place to bury him!preferably in a darker place, this guy doesn't like the sun!" Qingfeng crouched down and gently touched Scarface's face, then said this earnestly, and then stood up and didn't look at Scarface again.

"Got it!" replied softly, then leaned over to reseal the bag, and said no more, just picked it up and turned away.

"Wait!" Just as the tiger was about to go out, Qingfeng suddenly shouted to him, the tiger turned around, squinted his eyes and had a bad feeling, and subconsciously I entered my fist.

"Don't be nervous, I just want you to have a cup of tea before leaving!" Qingfeng glanced at the tiger and immediately saw through his thoughts, so he whispered this slightly, and as he spoke, he lifted the teapot to a cup of tea.

The tiger let go of his clenched fist, hesitated for a moment, then turned around sharply, strode to the tea table, reached out and picked up the cup of tea that Qingfeng had just poured, drank it all, and then turned around again, opened the door and left.

"Hehe!" After watching the tiger leave, Qingfeng suddenly sneered, and after laughing, he slowly sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it slowly.

"What a Yaxing!" After two cups of tea, Qingfeng was about to close the door that was pushed open by the tiger, when a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door. Qingfeng looked up, and it turned out to be Fan Rendian who slowly walked over from the other end of the corridor. Qingfeng didn't close the door, walked out of the door, and waited quietly for Fan Rendian.

"What, are you queuing up to drink tea today?" When Fan Rendian walked in front of him, Qingfeng smiled slightly and said jokingly.

"What, there are still others who come to the door to ask for tea?" After hearing Qingfeng's words, Fan Rendian immediately pretended to be surprised, and poked his head to look inside the meditation room.

"Here we are, and here we go!" Qingfeng said, shaking his head, and turned to walk into the meditation room.

"It's that tiger! I heard that he killed your apprentice!" Fan Rendian followed Qingfeng into the meditation room, and said this faintly as he walked.

"Kill someone who should have died!" Qingfeng walked back to the table and said in a deep voice, then sat down slowly, poured a new cup of tea, and pushed it to Fan Rendian. Fan Rendian also unceremoniously picked up the teacup and drank it all.

"It's still delicious that your tea here!" Fan Rendian put down the teacup, pursed his mouth, and said with a smile.

"Say, what's the matter with me!" Qingfeng smiled coldly, and asked straight to the point while adding tea to Fan Rendian.

Fan Rendian didn't answer immediately, but took the teacup and drank the second cup of tea before he spoke: "Lao Hei and I have found the Qinglong Circle, but the thing is locked in a hanging coffin, it can't be opened, and four keys are needed!"

"It seems that the old thing surnamed Lu has concealed the facts!" After hearing Fan Rendian's words, Qingfeng immediately reacted to this question, and said this in a deep voice, and his face became very bad.

"Yes, he must have concealed it, but this old guy, pretending to be crazy and stupid, refuses to say anything!" As soon as Qingfeng's words fell, Fan Rendian immediately shook his head and said this helplessly.

"You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and you will never be able to get the truth from the mouth of a person who is pretending to be crazy and stupid!" Qingfeng glanced at Fan Rendian and sighed. Fan Rendian nodded, and pushed the empty teacup in his hand in front of Qingfeng again. Qingfeng immediately added him another cup of tea.

"Go get rid of him!" Qingfeng suddenly said after pouring the tea.

"Solve it, don't you want it?" After hearing Qingfeng's words, Fan Rendian looked very surprised, asked in confusion, and the hand that stretched out to take the teacup also hovered.

"The method of opening the coffin, leave it to Li Sanqing and them to think about it, I will send a tiger to keep an eye on them! Let's just wait for the praying mantis to catch cicadas and yellow finches!" Seeing Fan Rendian's puzzled look, Qingfeng slowly opened his mouth and explained to him.

"How do you know that Li Sanqing and they can find the key to open the coffin?" After hearing Qingfeng's words, Fan Rendian came back to his senses, took back the teacup, and asked such a question.

"It's impossible for the dust to be without a back hand!" After listening to Fan Rendian's question, Qingfeng just replied with such a simple sentence.

Fan Ran blinked, then drank the third cup of tea.

"Another cup?" After watching Fan Rendian finish drinking tea and putting the teacup on the table, Qingfeng asked tentatively.

"Don't drink it, you can't drink it!" Fan Rendian shook his head, and then stood up.

"You drink it yourself, I'll go and get rid of that old thing, lest he pretend to be crazy and stupid and get tired and panic!" Immediately after, Fan Rendian said this again, and then turned around and left the meditation room.

Qingfeng smiled slightly, no other words!

(End of chapter)