Feng Xiaohan didn't know that he had been targeted, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart, this was Bianzhou City, would the grassland people dare to commit murder against a cultivator genius of the Tang Dynasty here?

No one dared to do this, not even Qian Feng had the guts.

So when he knew that Meng'er was also here, and that something like that had happened just now, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and he didn't care about greeting the guests who came to visit, and hurriedly went out.

"How did this girl get out?"

Qian Feng looked at the head of the Qingtian Conference and sighed, "Why didn't you even help her hide it from her and not notify me?"

The chief steward wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said aggrievedly: "I don't want to be old, but the saint's noble status, coupled with coercion and temptation, how dare I, a little steward, be disobedient?"

Qian Feng thought about it, too, under the obscenity of the senior sister, even the senior brother sometimes had to compromise, let alone a general manager?

Thinking of the scene where the cold senior brother cried and mourned when he was a child, riding a horse for the little junior sister, Qian Feng couldn't help but show a smile.

But remembering that this little girl who was causing trouble everywhere was in the city, she couldn't help but put away her smile and asked, "Where did you arrange her to live?"

"Xuanyin Hall. The steward said, "Do you want me to invite her?"

Qian Feng thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Senior sister is very smart, I expected that I would definitely find out that she was also here, but I was afraid that I would have found a place to hide a long time ago." ”

The manager sighed, this grassland saint is really not worrying, and said, "How is this good?"

Qian Feng was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Listening to her guard, she was confronting a Central Plains disciple on the roof of the attic at that time. ”

It turned out that Qian Feng knew about this so quickly, and it was the man who picked up the hydrangea who told him.

Thinking that she was afraid that she would really beat the young man and provoke Changmingzong to make things bigger, so she notified the Demon Wolf Yu behind Meng'er's back, but she didn't dare to tell her whereabouts.

Sandwiched between reality and the Holy Maiden, this guard is really difficult to do.

The manager was stunned and said, "Is this really the case?"

Qian Feng nodded slightly, and said: "Meng'er's vision is very high, ordinary disciples will never enter her eyes, please check if there is any disciple of Changming Sect who has come down the mountain to experience the world." ”

The steward understood what he meant, and nodded in response.

She is eyeing and will never give up easily if she does not achieve her goal.

So as long as you find that disciple of the Changming Sect, you are not afraid that you will not be able to catch her.

After the steward left,

Qian Feng looked out the window at the street, his eyes full of worry.

No one can let the junior sister suffer, and as for the trouble she caused, the master naturally wiped her ass.

For Meng'er, he is more helpless.

The Holy Maiden is the messenger of heaven on earth, her reputation has always been sacrosanct, and she has a very high status in the hearts of the tribes of the grassland, but few people know that she is just a child spoiled by the Sword Saint in private.

Of course, there is also a "credit" for him and his senior brother.

What he was worried about was that Changming disciple.

Meng'er will definitely try her best to provoke him and force the boy to fight with her.

The mischievous pranks of the alliance are still in sight,

Even now, he can't forget the pain of using toilet paper soaked in pepper water last year.

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There was a lot of food in the Qingtian Conference, but where could it be shared by so many people, it was quickly swept away.

Feng Xiaohan wiped the oil on his mouth, feeling that it was not enjoyable.

The grassland people mainly do fur business in the city, there are no restaurants, and although the snacks on the roadside are good, they are simple in style and crudely made, and they are far less rich and delicious than the delicacies used in the worship of the heavens.

He walked in the alley back to Changming Commercial Bank, looked at the slightly dark sky, and said, "It will be cloudy tonight, and there is no moon. ”

The so-called moon is dark and the wind is high, which is a good opportunity to kill people and sell goods.

After the curfew, the city of Bianzhou became extremely deserted, with only the neat footsteps of the night patrol soldiers, in stark contrast to the bustling crowds during the day.

This is the military important place of the Tang Dynasty, all the monks and merchants who enter and leave the city must be registered, and subject to strict scrutiny, around the residence of the ten demon wolf emperors who appeared during the day, I don't know how many eyeliners are hidden, keeping an eye on their every move.

In such a city, except for profiteers who have no control over them, no arrogant person will dare to defy the law.

At this time, the sky was gloomy, and the five fingers were not visible, and the two vigorous shadows took advantage of the starry moon and the light to pass through the beams of the house, and the footsteps were like the grass that was blown up by the wind and then fell, without making any sound, and soon came to the Changming Commercial Bank.

There was a faint light from behind a closed window on the top floor, and it seemed that he had not yet slept.

Meng'er's face was covered by a black cloth, and she asked in a low voice, "Are you sure it's here?"

"Little sure, but are you sure you want to do it now?"

The man's voice trembled a little, and he said: "This is Changming Commercial Bank, or during the curfew, I'm just afraid of ......"

Meng'er patted him on the head and said, "You are a big man, have you the courage to be eaten by the wolves on the grassland?"

Meng'er is a grassland saintess, and her status is similar to that of Zhao Xue'er as a princess, and she is one level higher than all the closed disciples of Changming Sect combined. Even if the Tang Heavenly General is here, he can't do anything with her, at most he will send someone back to the alliance and hand it over to the leader of the grassland alliance.

The man thought that he was a guard, and that following his master here could only be regarded as an accomplice, and even if he was discovered, he should not be too embarrassed by himself.

After comforting himself in this way, he became a little bolder and asked, "Then what are you going to do?"

"The old rule, late at night, to write a war letter, thinking that it is a provocation. ”

Meng'er took out a knife, tied an envelope to the hilt, and pointed it at the window.

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Feng Xiaohan asked, "What did you inquire about?"

"There are only some rumors, stories told by the old people on the grassland, which sound very mysterious. ”

Chimei stretched her waist and pinched her slender legs, this action was very charming, but Feng Xiaohan didn't care, she couldn't help but feel a little bored, and said: "This place is just a legend, and it is very, long, and it doesn't seem to exist. ”

Feng Xiaohan was silent.

Old man Guo told him that Chimu Spring was in the north, so it must exist, but the specific location could only be found by himself, so it seemed that this matter was quite difficult.

"What kind of rumors are they?"

"The legendary Akame Spring is not an ordinary spring, the spring water is red, and it looks like the scarlet eyes of gods and demons when overlooking from a high altitude, and it can live and die, flesh and bones. But there are ghosts guarding it, and only those who are truly pure in the Dao heart can enter. ”

Chi Mei shook her head slightly and said, "If such a spring exists, it will either be destroyed in the battle of gods and demons, or it will be in a place that cannot be reached by human footprints, otherwise it would have been taken by the northerners for themselves a long time ago, how could we not even have heard of it?"

The northern grassland is as vast as the sea, but after all, it is not a wild area, and human footprints have been left in every corner, Guo Mingzhe knows this place, which proves that the person who discovered it did not hide this fact, so why are there only few rumors among the people?

But as long as it really exists, Feng Xiaohan believes that sooner or later he will find it.

After Chi Mei left, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, about to transform his spirit and practice, but there was a sound of breaking the air outside the window, followed by the sound of wood chips breaking.

A throwing knife broke through the window and was nailed into the wall, leaving only the hilt.

The next moment, a pure sword qi followed the trajectory of the flying knife when it came, rose from the house, and fell somewhere outside the window.

The windows were thoroughly crushed into sawdust.

This is the first style of Wanqiu sword, holding Wu hook.

Compared with before, Feng Xiaohan's sword qi behind the cave is more condensed and practiced, the sword intent is long, and the distance is so far, the sword qi still has great power.

There was a thud.

The tiles of a roof opposite the Changming Commercial Bank were shattered by the sword qi, and two faint noises went into the distance, and soon there was no sound.

Feng Xiaohan frowned slightly, letting the night breeze blow across his face.

"Ran away?"

He didn't chase after it, because it was too late.

Feng Xiaohan took off the flying knife on the wall, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, the workmanship was exquisite, and the snow was as bright as silver, obviously from everyone's hands, but it was not like the traditional style of the Tang Dynasty.

Seeing that there was a letter tied with a red rope on the handle of the knife, Feng Xiaohan took it off and put it in his arms.

Footsteps sounded, and the door opened.

Chi Mei broke into the house, followed by the shopkeeper and guards, blocking Feng Xiaohan behind her, guarding against the cold arrows that could be shot at any time in the streets, and several breaths rose outside the house, and the guards jumped onto the roof.

The entire Changming trading house became brightly lit, and several arrows and crossbows were aimed at the dark corners of the vicinity, and the surrounding neighbors were also awakened by this sword aura, and the soldiers who patrolled the night rushed to surround the place.

Chi Mei breathed a sigh of relief, if the closed disciple in the mountain has three long and two short here, she has a few heads that are not enough to explain, and asked, "Who is it?"

Feng Xiaohan handed her the flying knife, shook his head, and said, "I didn't see it, they ran away." ”

He told the story again, but withheld the letter.

"It's okay if you're okay, go to another room to rest first, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Feng Xiaohan changed another room, and there were subordinates guarding the door, and Chimei went to explain the situation to the generals who came.

That flying knife can break through the formation on the window and go straight into the house, which is obviously not an ordinary thing.

But what does that mean?

If the other party wants to kill someone, it is impossible to use such a stupid way, although this flying knife is not good, it can't hurt Feng Xiaohan at all, and there is no quenching poison on the knife, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like there is killing intent.

If it's a provocation, there's no point in leaving an identity. Intimidation is even more impossible, Changming Sect is such a behemoth, such a move will only anger them.

They couldn't figure it out, but Feng Xiaohan could guess some.

He opened the letter and looked at the contents of the paper.

This is a war letter!

The time is midnight tomorrow, and the location is a mountain temple outside the city.

The purple logo at the end of the letter confirmed his suspicion that the steppe girl he had met during the day.

Feng Xiaohan's face was expressionless, but he scolded in his heart: "Idiot." ”

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Meng'er and the two returned to their hiding place and said excitedly: "See, vine gourd, that one was the sword qi just now! ”

Vine melon is an orphan, he has been working in the alliance since he was a child, he used to be just a miscellaneous artist, and now he has become a saint and a guardian when he has achieved a small achievement, and I don't know who gave him such a strange name.

With a bitter face, Teng Gua said, "Holy Maiden, don't be like this in the future, if we don't slip away quickly, the generals who patrol the night will find us." ”

Meng'er smiled: "What are you afraid of, isn't it okay? The war book has been issued, and I am not afraid that he will not come tomorrow." ”

Tenggua was stunned and asked, "Where did you order?"

"The mountain temple outside the city. ”

"Uh......"

"What's wrong?"

"It's fine. ”

The vine gourd held his forehead, thinking to himself that you are usually quite clever, why did you make a fool today?

Early the next morning,

The defender of the city ordered the city to be sealed, and no one was allowed to enter or leave for seven days.

The reason was that Changming Commercial Bank was attacked in the middle of the night, which provoked the majesty of the Tang Army, so the whole city was under martial law to investigate the case and arrest the key culprits.

Clever people smell strange in this order.

The window of Changming Commercial Bank was shot through by a flying knife, if it was just like this, it would not be enough to take it so seriously.

So the key is which window does the knife shoot into?

On the other side of the window, who lives there?

Many people heard last night's movements, and some cultivators confirmed that the sword intent was very pure, but the cultivation was not superb, and it should only be about the lower grade of the cave realm.

The secluded realm of a mere Changming cave has made Datang pay so much attention to it, which shows that his identity is not ordinary.

Taken together, these messages were enough to determine which genius disciple that person was most likely to be Changming.

As we all know, Emperor Yuanzong attached great importance to the geniuses of the cultivation of all sects, and only these geniuses met such conditions.

If you change to the Outer Mountain Elder of the Cave Secluded Realm, you don't deserve such treatment at all.

People have speculated about who the person who was attacked, Cha Yixiao, Liu Panpan, or He Xirou? The Zhuzong Sect has just ended, he is not in the mountains to cultivate, what is he doing here?

The grassland manager came to Qianfeng's residence early in the morning and brought a piece of news.

"Who is Feng Xiaohan?"

Qian Feng was stunned and said, "Twelve-year-old Dong You, still a disciple of the closed sect, I should have heard of such a person, why don't I have the slightest impression?"

The chief manager also shook his head, he was also surprised when he heard this name, because it was too unfamiliar: "We don't know much about the genius of the new generation of Datang, he may have only recently apprenticed, so we don't know." ”

Meng'er's vision is really high, he is only twelve years old. When I was twelve, was I a high-grade spirit, or a middle-grade person?"

Qian Feng looked at the stove in front of him, a little distracted, and said after a long time: "Last night's incident, let's hear about it." ”

What he was referring to was naturally Changming Commercial Bank.

The steward was well-informed and well-informed, and had already inquired into the details of last night, and a file was placed on his desk before dawn.

After listening to his description, Qian Feng's face became very exciting.

There were two people on the roof outside the trading house last night, who were in good repair, and could avoid the inspection of the night patrol soldiers and generals.

The goal is again wind and cold,

The person who can do such a boring thing is naturally his cutest junior sister.

The Holy Maiden of the Prairie.

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At this time, the Prairie Saintess was very angry, because she only noticed at this time that Datang could do this for a genius.

The time for Meng'er to make an appointment is tonight, but at the moment, Bianzhou City can't even fly a bird, how can I go to the appointment?

She glared at the vine gourd and pouted and complained, "You already knew, why didn't you remind me." ”

The vine gourd said that it was very wronged,

How did I know that your old man made an appointment today.