"Boss, someone sent a letter. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" A disciple knocked on the door of the Zhengqi Hall and handed the letter to Yue Buqun.

The letter was written with the words 'The head of Huashan Yue personally opened', and it was sealed with red paint.

Yue Buqun tore open the envelope and took out the stationery.

"Master, what does the letter say?" Ling Hu Chong asked urgently.

Yue Buqun glanced at Ling Hu Chong, "He asked me to hide the Zixia secret book in a closed iron box, and throw the iron box into the Weishui River on the edge of Chang'an City at noon, next to a fishing boat with black sails." ”

"Senior brother, do you really want to do what he says?" Ning Zhong asked.

Yue Buqun said, "Zixia Divine Skill is the mastery of my Huashan faction, how can it fall into the hands of others, in case Tian Boguang really succeeds in learning and can harm the rivers and lakes, wouldn't it cause my Huashan faction to lose its reputation, what face do you want me to see the ancestors of the Huashan faction in the future!" ”

"But what about Ling Shan, what if she has any three long and two short......" Ning Zhong's eyes were slightly red, and his tone was choked.

Yue Buqun groaned in his heart, "Tian Boguang was born in the left side of the door, how did he know the essence of my Xuanmen's superior internal strength......

……

The next morning, Yue Buqun led Linghu to rush down Huashan and went straight to Chang'an City.

An hour later, when the two arrived at the Weishui River, Yue Buqun's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced around the situation in the river, only to see more than a dozen boats swinging in the river, some exquisite painting boats, some simple fishing boats, some literati playing the piano and chanting poems, and some fishermen casting nets to fish.

In the middle of the river was a fishing boat with black sails drifting leisurely, and a sturdy fisherman on board cast his nets from time to time.

Yue Buqun looked at the sky and felt that the time was almost up, so he threw an iron box at the fishing boat, and it happened that the fisherman cast his net again and put the iron box in his pocket.

The fisherman scooped up the fishing net, glanced at Yue Buqun on the shore strangely, opened and closed his mouth a few times, and seemed to curse a few words.

He picked up the tin box and looked at it, and was a little at a loss, when suddenly a man dressed in a gorgeous robe and with a long beard came out of the cabin.

"Tian Boguang?!" Ling Hu Chong exclaimed.

Yue Buqun secretly carried out his internal strength.

From a distance, I saw the man in the gorgeous robe unscrew the small lock, take out a secret book from the box, flip through a few pages, and suddenly with one palm he knocked the fisherman into the water, and the latter sank to the bottom of the river, not knowing whether he would live or die.

"Master?"

Yue Buqun was the next to lift, flew up, swept straight out a few zhang away, and when the castration was exhausted, he leaned over and slashed on the surface of the river with one palm, and the surging energy exploded the river surface to dent a circle, and with the force of the anti-shock, the body was lifted again, and a turn fell on the fishing boat.

"You...... You ......" The man in the Chinese robe was shocked by the scene in front of him, and the secret note in his hand also fell.

The long sword in Yue Buqun's hand pierced out like smoke and mist, and in a flash of air, it had already reached the neck of the man in the Chinese robe.

"Hero, hero, spare your life, the villain doesn't know anything." The man in the Chinese robe was touched by the cold tip of the sword, and suddenly came to his senses, looking terrified.

Yue Buqun frowned, pinched a grappling technique with his left hand, grabbed the man's wrist like lightning, and as soon as he got on it, he found that the latter had no internal foundation, only a little superficial external kung fu.

"It's not Tian Boguang!"

Damn it! Yue Buqun shook his hand hatefully, threw the man into the river, and returned to the shore with two ups and downs.

The two stood on the shore for a few quarters of an hour, and when they saw that there was no wind or waves, they were about to return to Huashan, when they saw a little beggar come forward, "Excuse me, are you the head of Huashanyue?" ”

"Down there, I don't know if you're there?"

"I was given a piece of silver and asked me to send you a letter." The little beggar handed him the letter, turned and ran.

"Letter again?"

Yue Buqun's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and the purple qi on his face flashed, obviously angry in his heart, he was the head of the faction, and he was led by the nose by a lewd thief.

"Master Yue, your sincerity seems to be a little insufficient, if you trick me with a fake secret book again, be careful to turn your face ruthlessly, the sky is big, and you have a seven-foot loess ...... that can accommodate Ling Yuan."

Outrageous!

Yue Buqun's face flashed twice with purple qi, and finally calmed down and continued to meditate.

"There is a Qixian Mansion in Chang'an City, and a table is set up at the window position on the second floor facing the street, Master Yue can send your eldest disciple to put the Zixia secret book on that table, and he will send someone to pick it up, remember, only your eldest disciple is allowed to go upstairs, I hope Master Yue will not make a mistake."

"Go to the Immortal Tower in the city."

Yue Buqun crumpled the letter paper into a ball, and when the strength arrived, he kneaded the letter paper into a cluster of powder, but he suddenly paused, and wondered in his heart, how could Tian Boguang be so sure that the secret I gave was fake? Is it a guess? Or is there another basis?

Moreover, he always felt that there was a strange place, as if he had overlooked something, but the situation was urgent at the time, and he didn't have time to think about it, and now he can't think of it.

……

After a stick of incense, Linghu rushed into the Qixian Building, as soon as he stepped into the main door, a shopkeeper stepped forward to wait, "Dare to ask if it is Linghu Gongzi?" ”

"Exactly down there."

"Childe, please go upstairs."

At that moment, the shopkeeper led Ling Hu Chong up to the second floor and stopped at a window position facing the street.

"Linghu Gongzi, this table has been ordered by a guest officer, indicating that it is for you, I wonder what you can order?"

"It's okay, you go down."

Ling Hu Chong looked around, and saw that there were more than a dozen tables on the second floor, although these diners were gorgeously dressed and graceful, but their breathing was heavy and their eyes were cloudy.

Ling Hu Chong took out a secret book from his arms and put it on the table, while he sat down at a nearby table.

An hour passed, and still no one came to fetch the secret, and two hours passed, and there was still no movement.

Ling Hu Chong's Qi cultivation kung fu obviously did not arrive home, he was a little anxious, looking around again and again.

"Guest, do you want something to eat?" Another shopkeeper stepped forward to serve, but he was deeply bowed, and seemed to be a little too respectful.

"Serve me a jug of wine."

"Yes, guest officer."

Soon, the wine came up, Linghu poured a glass, raised his head and drank it dry, and in the blink of an eye, it was five or six glasses.

After waiting for another half an hour, no one stepped forward, which made Hu Chong even more impatient, the pot of wine had already been drunk, he called another jar, and soon drank it again.

"Why haven't you come yet, what tricks is Tian Boguang playing?"

For another half an hour, the sky was already dark, and there were many diners pouring into the restaurant, for a while, the second floor was bustling, all kinds of noisy noises were constant, and several small shops handed tea and water, so busy that their feet did not touch the ground, which made Hu Chong's heart even more irritable.

"Guest officer, can you sit at the table in front, the second floor of the small shop is already full, if the table is so empty, and the guests are not allowed to sit, it is really a bit inappropriate, and the small shop can't afford to be guilty." A shopkeeper stepped forward and said cautiously.

"I have a useful place for that table, and where is it empty, I'm not ......" Ling Hu Chong's gaze glanced subconsciously, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart, only to see that the table was empty, and the secret had disappeared.

His eyes were bloodshot, he glanced at every table of diners on the second floor, his right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the whole person exuded an aura of choosing people to devour.

However, no matter how much he looked, he couldn't see that the diners here could take the secret tips without him knowing it.

He could also be sure that no diner had ever come within two feet of that table before.

"Who the hell and when did you take the Zixia Secret Book?"