On the night of the fifteenth, the moon and stars are scarce, and a few owls chirp out of nowhere, which makes it even more quiet in the dead of night. In the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain on the west side of Yuanlai Peak, Mo Fei was masked with a black scarf, wearing a black cloak, like a bat crossing the night, and quietly slipped in.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard a voice ask, "What kind of dress are you?"

A shadow under the moon distorted and changed, revealing the appearance of a woman, looking at him with a strange expression, "You don't think you can hide it from the monk's eyes, do you?" ”

Murphy pulled down his scarf, "There's no hidden charm or anything like that, that's it, it's better than nothing." He said and glanced at the woman, "Why did you ask me to come out so mysterious?"

The woman was Quan Li, still dressed in water blue clothes, and was about to speak, but another voice suddenly sounded beside her, soft and glutinous, but her tone was a little cold, "Because it was I who called you out." ”

As if a layer of water curtain had been broken, and a layer of transparent color had faded away on its body, a delicate and soft girl appeared beside Quan Li.

Seeing that baby face, Mo Fei raised his eyebrows, Lingwen.

It wasn't a surprise to see Ling Wen here, the Transmission Flying Sword was a magic weapon, and it required a high level of monk's divine sense, so Quan Li shouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, when he saw the winged sword, he guessed that Lingwen might be by Quanli's side.

"So you are really sisters? I wanted to ask before, Quan Li is a merman, and so is Uncle Lingwen?

The sect even picks and chooses the human race with flawed origins, let alone a merman? If you are not of my race, your heart will be different, and there is also a big market in this world, and it is impossible for the Dao Alliance to accept a different race as a disciple.

"My sister is different from me...... Quan Li just wanted to speak, but Ling Wen suddenly interrupted and said, "I'll talk about this later, it's not suitable for talking here, let's change places first." ”

As she spoke, Ling Wen summoned a shuttle, led the two of them into it, and then set it up, breaking through the air and galloping, but in a moment, she made a circle from the west side of the Xiaoyao Sea, came to the south shore, and landed in a house.

Then Lingwen took back the shuttle and led the two of them straight into the main room, and she didn't see any movement, the locked door opened automatically, and a gust of wind blew through, blowing away the stale air in the room, and the lamps and candles lit on their own, "This is an industry of the sect, as a place for outer disciples to contact worldly things." Xiao Li, you take a break here, I want to talk to Mo Fei alone. ”

In another room, Mo Fei and Ling Wen sat opposite each other.

"Who the hell are you?" said Lingwen.

"Uncle Lingwen, what do you mean by this? Last time, Qian Yaoping and they should have said that I have lost my memory and can't remember the past. ”

Lingwen looked at him scrutinically, "Okay." You always remember the recent events. Where did you go after you separated from us?"

Zai Xia has never left Shejiang Town, asking around for news, trying to find some clues about his background. ”

"Where were you on the night of the accident at the Shejiang Inn?"

The Shejiang Inn was the residence of Miluo's disciples in Shejiang Town a few days ago, and under Jiang Xin's arrangement, Mo Fei watched it being smashed into pieces by Zhang Jing and other Shengsheng Sect disciples.

"That day...... Murphy pretending to be a memory, "it should be no different from the old days, resting at the inn." But when I woke up, I heard that the Shejiang Inn had collapsed, and there were all kinds of strange noises at night, and there were all kinds of theories, but I guessed that there should be a monk fighting you, but it was blocked, so I don't know about you. What happened that day?"

Ling Wen knew that he was lying, but she couldn't see any clues from his expression at all, "I heard Quan Li say, you met a condensate stage monk on the way over with her, and you worked together to defeat him?"

"Yes. ”

"But now you're a cultivator, how did you defeat that person?

"You took out a lot of talismans during the battle, where did those talismans come from?

"The seven thousand spirit stones you lent to Quan Li at the auction are not a small amount, where did you get them?"

These questions are difficult to answer, when he fought with the Black Wind Thief Shi Xiangyuan, he had no way of thinking that Quan Li and Ling Wen actually knew each other, and they were very familiar, presumably Ling Wen had already asked Quan Li about all the details about him, and naturally he could find that the strength he showed was definitely different from the weak young man who had just come into contact with the cultivation realm when he met on the ruins of the Jiande Restaurant.

This can't be regarded as careless, Shi Xiangyuan's realm is higher than the two of them, and there are many means, they are still dangerous with all their efforts, and they have no time to stay at all.

And he also knew that the reason why Ling Wen was suspicious of him was not these at all, and what she wanted to ask was definitely not this.

Mo Fei smiled suddenly, sat up straight, and the cautious appearance of being a junior disappeared completely, raised his head, and looked at Ling Ran, who was staring at Ling Wen, "I guess, what you really want to ask is, why on the day of the attack, what you saw after taking off your mask was not me, but Jiang Xin's face, right?

Mo Fei could recall every detail of that night, and naturally remembered the look of surprise and confusion on Ling Wen's face when she saw her face, which was a deliberate question.

"Why should I be surprised?" Ling Wen looked at him, she seemed to have known that Mo Fei was related to Jiang Xin's matter, and her face was not the slightest moved when Mo Fei mentioned Jiang Xin.

"Naturally, before the attack, someone summoned you to tell you that after taking off the mask, you should see my face. But what you see is another person, you know me, but you don't recognize that face. Things are unexpected, and of course you're surprised. ”

Ling Wen's eyes were as calm as water, and she said after a while: "That day, that person was really you." ”

"Of course it's me, Jiang Xin wants me to be his shield and stand-in, I'm a ready-made disguise, not who I am. ”

"You said that someone summoned me, do you mean that I am Jiang Xin's helper?"

"Not only that, Jiang Xin intends to infiltrate the Miluo Sword Sect, and you are his inner line. ”

"What evidence do you have?"

"The first thing that first aroused my doubts was the attack. Jiang Xin wants to frame me as a holy son, but how can you guarantee that you Mi Luo will believe this? I was wearing a mask when the Shidao people controlled my body, and none of you could know my identity, but once I took off the mask, I could regain my freedom. If I guess what happened and tell the truth, how can he guarantee that you don't suspect that there is fraud?"

"Jiang Xin set up an extremely precise game, in fact, it was too precise, just like a game of Go to the end of the game, and a picture of a lady was put on the table, and all kinds of accidents that happened in the incident must be placed in the right place in order to form this effect. Such a control ability is incredible, Jiang Xin can't have such a mind, otherwise I would have died a long time ago. It was only later that I realized that to complete that game, what was needed was not unimaginable layout ability, but a very good opponent, an opponent who knew how to cooperate. ”

"In this attack, it was you who grabbed my mask and exposed my face to all the Miro monks present, only when Qian Yaoping and others recognized me, I could really become Jiang Xin's shield, so in Jiang Xin's plan, this is the most critical link. If I were him, I would definitely have my own people to do it to make sure it doesn't go wrong. ”

"And you are Jiang Xin's own person in the plan. ”