"Thank you for your help in the past few days, Ling Feng has a special thin wine tonight, everyone has fun."

Ling Feng toasted to all the friends one by one, everyone kept greeting, Ling Huang knew that Ling Feng was not strong enough to drink, and whispered to her to drink less.

"It doesn't matter." Ling Feng smiled lightly.

The degree of this wine is quite high, Ling Feng ate a little, filled his stomach, and toasted more than a dozen glasses of wine one after another, and after a while, his mind was already a little fluttering.

Her face was slightly red, her head was clubbed, and her eyes were confused as she looked at Murong Phosphorus, who was sitting directly opposite her.

Murong Feng has outstanding martial arts, elegant conversation, and good looks, with the young man in white and Xue Beijie's pearl and jade in front, now, no matter who Ling Feng looks at, he feels that he is just in the eye, even if he looks dignified, he can't be compared with the first two.

In this dream, although she already regarded herself as Ling Feng, she always remembered clearly in her heart, her surname was Murong, her name was Murong Shan, and she met more than a dozen heroes and heroes half a month ago, she only liked to chat with Murong Phosphorus, just because she had a sense of intimacy.

Murong Fu inadvertently met her confused gaze, lowered his head embarrassedly, and covered his face with a folding fan, Deng Chuyu next to him smiled evilly and said softly: "Brother Murong will also be embarrassed." ”

"Nothing." Murong Phosphorus replied in a low voice, drank another glass of wine, and pretended to be slightly drunk.

In the past few days, Ling Feng especially likes to chat with Murong Phosphorus, and everyone tacitly thinks that Ling Feng has taken a fancy to Murong Phosphorus, coupled with Ling Feng's confused gaze now, it makes onlookers speculate.

"Murong Phosphorus, good name." Ling Feng said suddenly.

She poured another glass of wine and saluted Murong Fu.

What happened to Ling Feng? Ling Huang couldn't say it clearly, and always felt that his sister was very weird.

After the group was full of wine and food, the group dispersed, Ling Feng was already drunk, Ling Huang hired a carriage and took Ling Feng back to the house together.

*

The moonlight is like water, and at night, the sword aura is vertical and horizontal in the bamboo forest, and a man in black and dozens of gold-armored guards are fighting in the forest.

This place is about two hundred miles away from Yangcheng, and the black-clothed man's sword is extremely fast, but in half a cup of tea, he has already eliminated all the enemies, and the other party was stabbed one after another, fell to the ground and died, and the black-clothed man was splashed with blood.

He is a deadly god of death from the night, and he can melt into the night at any time and disappear.

The sword was blood-red, and he tore off his towel and wiped the blood from the sword with his hand.

"Young master." Mo Xiaoqi flew over, as he expected, these dozens of people were far from Mo Lingfeng's opponents, no matter who he was working for, the young master alone would be able to win.

The young master is not only brilliant in martial arts, but also uses the disguise technique perfectly, coupled with the change of voice skills, he can completely replace another person unconsciously.

Finally, the rebels in the camp were wiped out, and it was not in vain that the young master stooped down in the camp to be a soldier for half a month, investigating and secretly visiting, and now that this errand has been completed, he can hand over to the Seventh Prince.

If the Seventh Prince fulfills his promise, then the old master will be saved.

"Solved?"

"Yes."

Mo Xiaoqi bowed his head and replied.

Half a month ago, the young master met with the future young lady, and was assassinated, over the years, although the young master has made countless enemies, but according to the clues hidden in the sword style at that time, Mo Xiaoqi finally killed the other party.

"It's just a lackey, the dog breeder, hidden deeply, this game is still played."

Mo Lingfeng said lightly, a strong murderous aura emanated from his body, and Mo Xiaoqi couldn't help but be shocked.

When the young master was six years old, he was sent by the old master to the Valley of the Mirror to learn art, and returned to the house after ten years.

At that time, the murderous aura around the young master was as strong as it was now.

At that time, only Ling Junze was present, and the young master was sad, so he invited many doctors to diagnose and treat the old master, although the old master still has a breath now, but he seems to have become a living dead.

The Mo Mansion is united in their hearts and minds about this matter, except for Ling Junze, no one knows about this matter, although Ling Junze is kind on the surface, but he has undoubtedly become the object of suspicion of the young master.

It's just that there is no evidence, in the past five years, the young master has taken over a lot of business, as long as he can gather forces from it and find a way to revive the old master, he will not hesitate to pay all costs.

Now he has made countless enemies, he has changed his face many times, hidden his identity, and took over these businesses again and again, this time for the Seventh Prince, the young master used the disguise technique to disguise himself as the prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, pretending to meet the Seventh Prince.

The Seven Princes promised that as long as they got rid of the fine works hidden in the camp and solved this urgent need for him, whether he wanted gold and silver mountains or rare treasures, the Seven Princes would be generous.

"Bring a few people to deal with this place, and go to the Seventh Prince. If the prince asked, he told him that I would go and talk to him in person after two days of rest. ”

What is needed to save the old master, it will take some time to ponder, Mo Xiaoqi understands.

If it weren't for the young master who lived in seclusion in the Valley of the Mirror and studied martial arts for ten years and didn't interact with the outside world, why bother thinking about it now, just to gather his own power.

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, even if the young master hides deeply, he is still discovered, otherwise how could there be an assassination that day?

The old master Mo Haotian was also a surprising figure in the rivers and lakes in the past, his martial arts were unfathomable, but he would end up like this, who was the enemy and how powerful was it?

Mofu and Lingfu are friends in the world, and the old master and Ling Junze are even more like brothers, but people's hearts are separated from their bellies, and the meaning of hiding a knife in their smiles has been deeply realized in the past five years.

Whether it was the last assassination or the murder of the old master, the spearhead in the young master's heart was directed at Ling Junze, but he was just silent on the surface.

After checking for so many years, Ling Junze has hidden too deeply, and there is no mistake at all.

For so many years, in order to stabilize the status of the Mo Mansion, in terms of the business dealings of the Mo family, when the old master was needed, it was always after the young master changed his appearance and came forward to solve the problem on behalf of the old master.

Every time the young master has a task, he has been away from the house for a long time, and he will carefully explain to the trusted secret guards, and convey true qi to the old master, there is no room for error, and there are more and more followers of the young master, all of whom are loyal.

In order to improve his martial arts for so many years, the young master has continued to practice martial arts, and he has often punished traitors and eliminated evil, sharpening himself in the fight.

Only Mo Xiaoqi knew that he was very bitter, tired, lonely, and helpless.

"My subordinates understand." Mo Xiaoqi replied, and then handed over the flying pigeon handbook he had just received to Mo Lingfeng.

"Young master, this is the news that Cheng Feng passed on just now."

Cheng Feng worshiped the hand of the young master many years ago, and willingly followed the young master, and worked as a secret guard in Mofu for two years.

Even though Ling Junze is very deep in the city, however, the young master's disguise technique is superb, and Ling Junze has not found any clues now.