On the Qingge River, the boat that had just left Qingwei City glided in the silent night.

"Light the lamp." A deep, gentle voice came from the cabin.

A little fishing fire could not penetrate the night, but it gave enough light to the people on the boat.

The man in the cabin poured two cups of hot tea, one of which was pushed outward.

"Sent out?"

"Yes." At some point, a figure appeared outside the cabin, slightly staggering, and only a side face could be roughly seen by the firelight. If Lin Yun was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the man in the boat was the middle-aged man who gave wine that night, and the one who answered was not the old man.

"Leave no trace."

"Don't worry, the young master, the ghost face did it."

This seems to be the end of the topic, as if Ghost Face is the one who will never go wrong.

"Lao You, are you blaming me?"

Lao You was rarely silent, the traces of time crawled deeply all over his face, but the frowning brows made his cold face a little more vivid.

"Young master, will it be too fast, and we haven't found out anything yet."

"We're running out of time."

"It's such a precious thing, I can't say that anyone in the Ice Mirror Valley will recognize it."

"What is precious is nothing but an anachronistic scabbard."

Lao You didn't mean that, and the middle-aged man also knew that he didn't mean that. It seems difficult to continue tonight's conversation. Both the master and servant seemed to have lost any interest in conversation. Lao You stood for a while, bowed, and exited the cabin, never stepping into this warm cabin, let alone looking at the cup of hot tea.

The man's eyes were a little sad for a moment, from the deep expression of his face to the extreme of sadness, but that moment was too short, and no one realized that he had returned to his original appearance, calm and elegant, as if nothing in the world could stump him.

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The lights of the Lu Mansion were also lit, but only such a mansion would use white wheel oil, which was made of the grease of an otter in the south, and the smoke and fire were very few, and it was extremely bright, and the Lu Mansion with the lights on it was not dim, like day.

The door of the high mansion, the Lu Mansion is in the iron business, the guards are naturally strict, and there is a solemn smell from the inside out, just like a sword in the sheath, if it does not move, it will be thunder. The Lu Mansion covers a wide area and has several martial arts venues. In addition to the Chuangong Temple, which is dedicated to the children of the clan to practice family traditions, there is also a most heavily guarded place. There are various guards and hidden piles on the perimeter, as well as patrols that go through the night.

Rosen hides in the shadows under the eaves, he is one of the hidden piles, his goal is only to stare at a courtyard wall, and there is no need to pay attention in other directions, because there are many people like him around him. It's an easy job, but the income is not low. He is the son of the Lu Mansion, and he will always be taken care of, and it is better to be in his own house than to go out to be a guard.

The water vapor is a little heavy, he tightens his clothes, and misses the wine shop on the corner of the street, with the stewed beef, and drinks two glasses of wine, his body will definitely warm up, he really wants to go, vaguely, he seems to hear the noise in the wine shop, drinking and fist-fighting, gossiping about the new things in the city, or boasting about the feats of his youth, it's so good......

Suddenly, Lawson was a spirit, no! Although he has some good wine, but it will not be so, as the vigilance of the dark pile told him that something was wrong, he immediately made a decision, and immediately wanted to issue a warning, but before he could do it, he lost the opportunity, his only target, there was a black shadow on the courtyard wall flashed, and then he lost all consciousness, and fell down softly, and the black shadow was behind him, like taking care of a drunk friend, extremely soft, without making a sound.

This is the study of the Lu Mansion, and the place where Lawson fell is the outermost part of the entire cordon, and there are two floors inside. The figure seemed to dissolve into nothingness, no one was aware of his presence, and it was like an invisible bayonet, leading directly into the tight defense. He had to be fast, because the defense of the Lu Mansion was indeed tight, there was a fixed set of communication methods between their secret sentinels, and the presence of patrols, once he missed this time, he would be instantly exposed and surrounded by a heavy siege. There is only one chance, and the dark shadow is very good at seizing it, he is like a bird, taking advantage of the night and the rain curtain to spread its invisible wings and glide low at altitude. Soon, he was standing in front of the last line of defense. From here, the infiltration began to be completely different, as this would be the cultivator's line of defense, and the shadow stopped for the first time.

This is a small forest belt, not thick, just used to cover the view, after here, there is a flat river in front of it, there is no shelter, not even a brick wall. A large circular plaza with only a study in the center. No matter how you look at it, it's a weird setting, but such a seemingly simple defense has become a nightmare for intruders.

The dark shadow hesitated. He hadn't been here, and it had taken him a lot of time to find out the exact location of the study, and as for the armament here, he didn't have any more time to investigate. Enter? It's not that easy to break into, and if anyone finds out, his operation fails. Not entering? Then these months will be in vain, and there is not much time to change the guard, and waiting for a moment more will be dangerous.

The shadow adjusted his breathing, not trying to hide it, just trying to look like the stunned person next to him, which didn't take much effort. He took out two black earmuffs from his arms, wrapped his ears tightly, and closed his eyes. This time he relied on his greatest strength not on his skills, but on the spiritual weapons he wore on his ears. Originally, according to his plan, he would sneak into the vicinity of the study, and he didn't need to get too close, relying on this spiritual weapon, he would be much safer, and he would have the possibility of escaping with his whole body. He had a hunch that as soon as he stepped into the empty territory in front of him, no matter how fast he moved, he would be discovered immediately. As a last resort, I can only try it here. Whether it succeeds or not, he must evacuate within a stick of incense.

This spiritual weapon is very special, it has no ability to attack, but it can strengthen people's hearing, and they can hear farther and lighter sounds, which is perfect for use here at this time, but the distance is too far, and he hasn't tried it, so he doesn't know if he can hear it. Although the spirit weapon is small, it is equipped with spirit stones, and a small piece is enough to use it for half an hour. The advantage of this setting is that he only needs to mobilize a trace of aura in his body as a guide before he can use it. No one knows what kind of strength the guards have, and the cultivators who have advanced cultivation are extremely sensitive to the flow of aura, and there are also spiritual weapons that can detect aura, and at this time, this spiritual weapon has become the most suitable means. The black shadow carefully drove the spiritual power in his body, and listened intently.

A team of ants, carrying debris that no one knew who had left behind, and unknown insects rubbing their forelimbs, waiting for dinner to be delivered to their door. All the voices were amplified, and the dark shadow was already familiar with the sudden change. He waited quietly for his ears to get used to the sound that was amplified several times, and then focused his consciousness on the lonely study in the distance. The silent space, with wind and aura, and the filaments of consciousness are struggling to move forward, like a lonely boat on the stormy Qingge River. Finally, the other end of consciousness came to the outside of the study, but it was difficult to enter, this was already his limit.