Feng Xiaohan found a quiet place, adjusted his internal breath, and rushed back to Qingzhu Peak.

In front of the mountain gate, he met a somewhat unquiet diner, Zhao Haotian.

Zhao Haotian was a little surprised when he saw that his face was slightly pale, and asked, "Brother Feng, what are you...... Hurt?"

Feng Xiaohan unfolded his body all the way to this point, his vitality was lost, and there were signs of internal injuries again.

"I met a female nerve. ”

He nodded and added, "It's still a powerful female nerve." ”

Zhao Haotian didn't seem to hear it, so he asked, "What did you meet in the town under the mountain?"

Feng Xiaohan nodded, not wanting to discuss this issue anymore, so he asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go to the mountain to buy vegetables, and the guy who was originally in charge of this matter was sent by me to the northwest to purchase cherished ingredients. Tomorrow should be the day I take the town's florists to pick wild chrysanthemums, and I'm going to talk to them about it. ”

Zhao Zhangspoon blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "It is said that there are many traders coming down the mountain, and the merchants will never return without gain, and this year's wild chrysanthemum production is very small, maybe they will raise the price and grab it." ”

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "Indeed, there are indeed many people who look like rich gentry in the town. ”

The two chatted for a few more words, and then said goodbye to each other.

Zhao Haotian glanced at his distant back, hummed a small tune, and went down the mountain.

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In a field somewhere outside the Changmingzong Mountain, wild chrysanthemums are undulating and continuous.

For some reason, this place was not destroyed by the Casting Ling Dan.

The man in black wore a hideous mask, standing among the wild chrysanthemums, the sleeves of his robe dancing in the wind, the raised edges and corners on the mask were like high mountains, and the mountains were connected together to form a mountain range, but the rust on it made this mountain range look a little messy.

Just like the ground that year, looking down from the sky after the war.

He stood there quietly, as if it was a sculpture with some profound meaning from everyone's hands.

He was waiting for someone.

To be precise, a woman of noble status.

The sun was hidden behind the clouds, and only a few colorful rays could be revealed through the gaps, which sprinkled straight to the ground.

In the distance is a desolate remnant of flowers and willows, which is a wild chrysanthemum field that has been poisoned by the casting of Lingdan, and the desolate scenery of earthy yellow is everywhere as far as the eye can see.

Nearby is a beautiful flower field, there is endless desolation, here is a thriving beauty, the junction of the two is so straight, as if it was a straight trace cut by a sword outside the sky.

"When I was in the palace, I knew that you were a person who cherished flowers, and I also allowed you to take the position of guardian of the imperial garden, but you left before you could fulfill it. ”

The woman in the purple shirt suddenly appeared in front of him, holding her hands and standing side by side with him, but she didn't look at him, but looked into the distance.

The woman's tone was flat and she said, "Why do you want to ruin such a landscape?"

The man in black didn't answer the question, but looked at the small flowers at his feet, and after a little groaning, reached out and plucked it.

In the distance, the desolate land surrounds a beautiful field of wild chrysanthemums, and in the middle of the field stands a mysterious man dressed in black and ink, holding in his hands a petite chrysanthemum with a total of 18 petals, which is a rare wild chrysanthemum that symbolizes sublime love in legend.

I saw the wild chrysanthemum delicate, dark green stems and leaves with pale yellow petals, gently swaying in the breeze.

Under the reflection of the surrounding scenery and the terrifying dress of the man in black, it seems to have a certain bewitching beauty, which is very in line with the artistic sense of those evil demons and deformed ways.

He said in a hoarse voice: "I thought that the legend that if you pick eighteen petals of wild chrysanthemums, you will meet the person you love the most is false, but now it seems that it is really a little magical." ”

The woman tilted her head slightly, ignoring the deep meaning of this sentence.

The man in black carefully put Xiaohua into his sleeve and put it away, looked at her beautiful side face, and asked, "You didn't hurt Feng Xiaohan?"

The woman asked lightly, "Is there any problem?"

The man in black said calmly: "Just because he is inseparable from Feng Xiaohan, you should kill this wild boy, so how can he still have the face to stay in Changming Sect? ”

The woman sneered: "Heh, what you said seems to be for my good, but how can I feel that you are for yourself?"

The man in black's eyes flickered, as if he was smiling, and said: "You want to find Cui Weiming, I want to destroy Changming Sect, you can say that killing him is a win-win situation, and the two of us can find common interests in this." ”

The long-established monastic sect of Changming Sect has produced many heroes and created countless legends, and it is a great group.

It's easy to ruin a great group, and that is to ruin their future.

Feng Xiaohan is one of the disciples of Changming, which means that he will be one of the pillars of Changming Sect in the future, and more importantly, he is still very young and has unlimited possibilities in the future.

Killing him is equivalent to removing one of Changming's ribs, although it can't be said to be a heavy injury, but it is also a great loss.

What's more, without Feng Xiaohan, Cui Weiming will naturally leave.

In this way, Changming Sect does not have the only person who has fought with him, and he will naturally act much easier in the future.

The woman said calmly: "If I want to, I can go to Qingzhu Peak tomorrow to find him, and Lou Qianshan and Chen Fenghui will treat me as a guest." ”

"And then? Will they let you see him? Do you have the ability to find someone under the surveillance of the two of them? Even if you are asked to find one of the twelve wizards of Changming Sect who is deliberately hidden, do you think it is possible?"

The man in black looked at her and said, "This is just a fool's dream, if you go, at most you will only go to Changhong Peak to meet your daughter." Listen to me, kill or abolish Feng Xiaohan, let him hide without face and Changming, and I will help you catch him when he goes down the mountain. ”

The woman was silent for a long time, then smiled.

"Do you really want me to see him?"

This smile is beautiful.

The flowers around the beauty all lowered their heads, and the sunlight in the distance of the beauty suddenly brightened a little.

The man in black used to love to see such a smile, but now he turned his head stiffly, because he couldn't lie under these two glances.

Since ancient times, the face has been in trouble.

If it weren't for the fact that I saw her in the sea of flowers outside Kyoto when I traveled back then, I would have missed her life at a glance, maybe it wouldn't have happened that year, and I wouldn't have been here now, and I have been hiding in Changming for so many years.

Of course, the man in black didn't want her to see that damn guy, otherwise he wouldn't have told her about his presence today.

"Either way, it's your only option, maybe you won't do it because of your brother's relationship with Changming, but then you'll never see him, even if you know where he is. ”

The man in black gave her a deep look, then left.

The woman in purple stood for a long time, until the clouds grew thicker and the sun was completely lost between the dark clouds, and then she sighed softly and planned to leave.

But she suddenly remembered a detail, that is, the right hand of the man in black was always behind him, and all the movements were completed with his left hand.

It's like a poor sour scholar with one hand behind his waist, showing off his literary talent in front of a beautiful girl, and pretending to be high-spirited.

"Hmph, man. ”

The purple-clothed woman's gaze swept over where the man in black had stood, and then flew towards the town.

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The man in black walked in the streets and alleys of the town, although he took off his mask, he lowered his head, he still couldn't see his face clearly, his body was integrated with the things around him, and he looked extremely ordinary.

He came to the humble inn and walked straight inside.

The shopkeeper who yawned in front of the door, the shopkeeper behind the counter, and even the diners in the lobby did not notice him, like a ghost.

This strange scene was so harmonious, as if he were the air, or the fallen leaves blown into the house by the wind, and no one cared.

He walked before men, but no one could see him.

The cultivation of the method of concealment to such a state is really rare in the world.

He came to a room on the second floor and stood quietly without knocking.

But the people in the house seemed to sense something, and got up and opened the door.

Appearing in front of the man in black was a tall middle-aged man, with bronzed skin and a brocade robe, like a country man who farmed the land every day and finally made a fortune by relying on a small business.

This person is Wu Zun, who was sprayed with wine by Feng Xiaohan that day.

The man in black looked up, and the current of vitality distorted the light shining on his face, and even without a mask, it was impossible to see his face.

Wu Zun was slightly stunned when he saw him, and then recognized him, and said with a smile: "You are finally here." ”

The man in black was not polite, and said in a deep voice: "Ready, within ten days, you will do it." ”

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