Following.

Lin Qingshan asked Zhang Yonglie for his resignation again.

In the southern suburbs of Shuntianfu, he met with Yu Shuang, who had been waiting here for a long time, and the two of them simply disguised themselves and followed the official road all the way to the Qi River.

Cross the river, climb the mountain, and step into a hidden place.

Lin Qingshan was worried in his heart, he always felt that there was something wrong with this matter, and within ten days, he resigned twice in a row, and it was inevitable that something was not normal with his status as his personal guard.

But for the sake of this junior sister next to me, I have to do it again!

When the two returned to the True Immortal Society stronghold, Senior Brother Tian Hongchuan Tian, who originally liked to sit idle at the entrance, was not in front of the door.

In addition, the whole colony appeared somewhat quiet.

It's a big difference from usual!

Seeing this, Yu Shuang glanced at Lin Qingshan beside him, but the eyes of both parties were full of doubts.

"What about the senior brothers and sisters?"

Lin Qingshan shook his head.

Just as they were at a loss, a voice rang out from the wooden house halfway up the mountain, and reached the ears of the two men:

"There are distinguished guests, you two will go back first, and you are not allowed to return to the True Immortal Club without my order recently!"

Yu Shuangxiu frowned, how could she not hear who this sentence came from?

Isn't this Luo Changsheng, who is President Luo?!

"Senior Brother Lin, are we?"

"As the president said, let's get out of here!"

Lin Qingshan would not disobey Luo Changsheng's order, he took the other party's cold hand, passed directly through the illusion realm, and returned to the outside of the True Immortal Society!

After the two left, Luo Changsheng looked at a cultivator sitting in the lobby with a solemn face, this person's arm was broken, but flesh sprouts had grown on his arm.

The face is tightly wrapped in a white sand cloth, and it looks like an evil cultivator in the monk's mouth!

"Daoist Ouyang, what you just said is true?"

Not only Luo Changsheng, but this room halfway up the mountain was full of physically crippled cultivators.

Their eyes were full of hope, the news that this Taoist had brought just now was really shocking! It was so shocked that they couldn't even imagine it!

"There's no more unbroken aura here, right?" Ouyang Shumu tapped his finger at the rest of the room.

"No more!" Luo Changsheng's eyes were sharp and he said solemnly.

"I'm not wary of those demon cultivators in the Guild who haven't been transformed, but the True Immortal Guilds in other provincial capitals have suffered the loss of this kind of double agent, so I have to be careful." Ouyang Shu's eyes were slightly apologetic.

At this time, it is better to offend some people than to let others know.

"Brother Ouyang, I'll know!"

"Since that's the case, then I'll pass on your latest advanced method according to what the True Immortal Sect says!"

As soon as Ouyang Shumu's words fell, dozens of evil cultivators in this wooden house halfway up the mountain held their breath and waited for the other party to pass on their skills!

……

Two days after Lan Fu left Niufu, everything was calm.

Zhang Mazi also took advantage of the past two days to dispose of some of the gold, silver and jewelry in the secret room, exchanged them for more than a dozen silver tickets, and sent them to Niu Dali's house.

As for Feng Ping, he practiced in the moon-swallowing space during the day for the past two days, but for some reason he didn't see Gongsun Hui, and it was like this for two consecutive days!

When you practice this kind of evil art, you will have to worry about your life at any time, and no one knows when you will practice it, and you will be gone.

Feng Ping didn't have much emotion except for a sigh.

At night, he would take out the "Soul Cultivation Soul Refining Spell", and cooperate with a small handful of soul-attracting sand in Chen Yonglin's money bag, which can be regarded as practicing this poisonous method.

However, it can only be regarded as a reluctant practice, after all, if you don't have actual combat for a day, you can't be considered successful for a day.

It wasn't until the third day that a monk came to the Niu Firm.

This person is Wu Yuxia of Mingle Palace!

Feng Ping was a little surprised by his arrival, Zhang Mazi said, Mingle Palace will send people to come next month, but for some reason, it has only been less than ten days, and there are new Crystal Realm monks!

"Niu Fu Niu Dali, meet the Wu Dao Chief."

Feng Pingchong saw the monk in front of him who was dressed in a gray robe and wearing a Xuanqing Dao crown, and he was a standard subordinate.

"The Art of the Walking Dead?"

Wu Yuxia's eyes were full of disgust when she looked at Niu Dali. Even if he was accustomed to seeing the cultivators of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone, he couldn't have a good impression of the corpse refining person.

"Zhenren, exactly."

"Hehe, it seems that it won't be long before the Niu Mansion changes hands again."

Wu Yuxia came this time to take over the position of the dead senior brother on the order of Yunlong Zhenren.

Everything is so natural.

When Feng Ping heard this, the expression on his face did not change, and this sentence clearly meant that he would die soon!

"As the shopkeeper of the firm, it is natural that if you can live one more day, you will live one more day, and you can also do your best for Mingle Palace."

"Humph!" Wu Yuxia snorted coldly, then stopped talking, he turned around and walked out of the back courtyard with a very disdainful expression.

"Congratulations to the real person!"

For this monk of Mingle Palace, Feng Ping was respectful on the surface, but in fact, he was thinking in his heart about what kind of magic weapons, exercises and other treasures the other party carried.

What benefits can be gained by killing him, what kind of bureau should be set up, and for what reason should he be killed?

In the past, he only had the identity of "Feng Ping" that he could use, but now it is different.

Liu Minghui of the Liu family and the evil cultivators of the True Immortal Society can all become the targets of the blame!

As long as the operation is done properly, maybe Chen Boya can help him kill people!

Of course, the benefits have to be his own.

Not long after Wu Yuxia left.

The sun is setting, and the sky is getting late.

Feng Ping sat alone in the study, and it didn't take long for there to be another knock on the door outside the house.

"Master Niu, are you busy?"

At this time, the only one who came to knock on the door, not broke in, was Zhang Mazi.

"Things are placed outside, people come in." Feng Ping said softly.

Zhang Mazi was a little stunned, but he still put the food box in his hand outside the door and walked in empty-handed.

"The monk of Mingle Palace is here." When Feng Ping saw him for the first time, he didn't ask why the other party came, nor did he mention anything else, but inexplicably came up with such a sentence.

Zhang Mazi carefully closed the door, then took two steps forward, and whispered in Feng Ping's ear: "Master Niu, I know that the food brought over this time is all raw food." ”

Feng Ping was obviously stunned, but soon understood what the other party meant by doing this!

"Good, good."

"Master Niu, will I send you raw food in the future?"

Zhang Mazi asked cautiously.

"Yes." Feng Ping nodded, and revealed the matter, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"Master Niu, two days ago, I processed a batch of gold and silver, and I got three thousand four hundred silver tickets, you see?"

"Put you there first, I'm not very convenient now!"

Feng Ping didn't care about this at all, the money was put in Zhang Mazi's, he was still at ease, even if the other party took a kickback from it, he wouldn't dare to make a big move!

"Master Niu, in the past two days, while I was handling the goods, I came into contact with several pawnshop shopkeepers, and I also understood the monks behind them."

When Feng Ping heard this, his brows furrowed slightly: "Let's talk about it!" ”

"Yes."