"Old ten, no matter whether things are successful or not, the safety of Qiufang is the first place." Although Lin Yun did not object, the women's Taoist family always had to look forward and backward, and couldn't help but admonish worriedly.

He Wangshu didn't think so, and said to her: "Don't underestimate Qiufang's skills, there is a battle in the city and a battle outside the city, but it's good." With that, he patted the young man on the shoulder again, as if to signal him to fight for himself.

Wu Qiufang didn't dare to disobey the master, so he replied softly: "The disciple must be more careful. ”

After listening to Qiu Fang's words, everyone was a little relieved, but He Wangshu walked out of the door with some interest. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold with his left foot, he turned back halfway and said, "I'll go and prepare some greetings for them." ”

He said it and walked away with a strange smile.

It was quiet in the middle of the night. The grandeur of the Mo Sect is not much better than that of the East Pole Gate, and a row of dark red lanterns hangs under the eaves, revealing a bit of gloomy atmosphere.

"Uncle Shi, why is there no disciple at the door of the Mo Sect?" Qiu Fang looked away, but the huge sect was uninhabited, and a burst of suspicion rose in his heart.

"It's all old acquaintances, but you don't have to welcome guests." He Wangshu and Wu Qiufang were standing on the high ground in the distance of the Mo Sect at the moment, he shook the folding fan gently as always, with a look of mountain rain coming but not caring, not like a secret agent, but like someone invited him to drink and catch up.

As soon as He Wangshu said this, Wu Qiufang's doubts became even deeper, and he looked at He Wangshu with a puzzled expression, waiting for him to give a concise and easy-to-understand answer.

With a "snap", He Wangshu patted the young man's head with a folding fan, and said in a tone of hatred that iron is not made of steel: "Silly boy, do you think they know that we will come sooner or later?" ”

"They know?" Qiu Fang rubbed his head that had been slapped by the folding fan, still showing a puzzled expression.

"The Blood Ink Envoy came to the door that day, and it was clear that he had probed the East Pole Gate at night, could he still guess that we would come here to spy on the news?" He Wangshu's eyes narrowed slightly, no longer looking at Qiu Fang, but looking at Mo Zong in the distance with his head held high.

"Since everyone knows about it, aren't we throwing ourselves into the net?"

"So Zhou Laosan asked you to learn a little, look at it." The corners of He Wangshu's left mouth were lightly raised, but his right hand took out a talisman, this talisman Qiufang also knew, it was the spirit bird talisman that Yan Qingyun made when the black shadow went up the mountain for the second time.

A burst of fire swept through the air, and a small black bird rose into the sky, flying straight towards the Mo Sect, and in a short time, it merged with the sky, and it was difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye alone.

"Uncle Shishi, aren't you startling the snake?" Qiu Fang saw that this bird flew towards Mozong without any disguise, and he was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly asked. Although he had never done such a thing, he also knew that all sects and factions had enchantment guards, and foreign things had entered, and the people of the cloth realm had clear hearts in their hearts.

"If we don't come, they are more anxious, since they are waiting for us, then we will play with them. I'll sleep first, and call me in an hour. He Wangshu chuckled and threw down a sentence, and lay down on his side against the stone pier, his eyes closed as if nothing happened.

Without waiting for Qiu Fang to ask, he muttered again, "Remember." After that, he really fell asleep, leaving only the young man who was muttering in his heart at a loss.

The speed of time passing can be long or hurried, but for the teenager at this moment, it is undoubtedly the former who has the upper hand. He Wangshu was lying on his side, his face was calm, as if he had gone to be happy with Zhou Gong.

"Uncle Ten's heart is really big." Qiu Fang muttered silently. He was originally an honest man and respected his masters and uncles, but at this time, he didn't care about anything else, he just wanted to complain.

He raised his eyes again, the black bird had long since disappeared, and it was so rampage, unless the people of the Mo Sect were all rice buckets, it was impossible not to be unaware, thinking of He Wangshu's appearance of being a hanger, he was even more out of the bottom of his heart.

To put it mildly, this hour can be regarded as surviving. The black bird emits a faint halo and flies back from afar.

Wu Qiufang saw the halo, and while thinking about whether the tenth uncle was stupid if he didn't take Mozong in his eyes, he leaned down and pushed He Wangshu, who was asleep.

"Uncle Shi, the hour has come." Qiu Fang shouted.

He Wangshu woke up from his dream, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and stayed for a moment as if he hadn't come back to his senses. Seeing Wu Qiufang's face full of doubts, he laughed at him.

"You didn't sleep?"

"Disciple, don't dare to sleep." When Wu Qiufang said this, he was somewhat resentful in his heart.

"Those who achieve great things must be bold." He Wangshu still smiled heartlessly, then got up and patted the dust off his body, waved his right hand, and the blackbird jumped into the rune in the palm of his right hand.

"Let's go!" He Wangshu smiled wryly, and even the rune in the palm of his right hand flickered.

After receiving He Wangshu's order, Qiu Fang finally felt that tonight's task was on the agenda, and as soon as his feet were full, he was about to jump towards the place where the Mo Sect was.

But before he could get up, He Wangshu grabbed his robe and asked in surprise, "Where are you going?" ”

"Uncle Shi, didn't you say to go to the Mo Sect?" The young man also replied with a look of surprise.

He Wangshu suddenly smiled again, reluctantly let go of his hand, and while arranging his robe, he mocked him and said, "Who said that you want to go to Mozong, prepare to go home." ”

"However, the third uncle wants us to go to the Mozong to investigate." Wu Qiufang looked at He Wangshu in bewilderment, but the action under his feet was stopped.

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, wait and see, Jianghu, it's not that simple."

He Wangshu said, his body has reached the distance.

For four days in a row, He Wangshu came here to sleep with Qiufang, they went out day and night, and they didn't have a few face-to-face meetings with Zhou Zong and others these days. Zhou Zong and the others were also big-hearted, and after handing over the matter to He Wangshu, they didn't come to ask about it.

The high place was already windy, and with the autumn wind, Wu Qiufang wrapped his thin and somewhat wide robe tightly every night and swayed in the wind, looking out for the wind for the tenth uncle who was sleeping soundly.

On weekdays, the disciples in the door also sent Wu Qiufang some new clothes, all of which were black robes, and there were gold threads embroidered on them, which was the superior treatment in the door. He is good, no matter how luxurious his clothes are, he always wears the old robe given to him by his master, washes every night before going to bed, and then dries it with charms, which can be said to be inseparable from his clothes.

But tonight, He Wangshu just closed his eyes and recuperated and no longer fell asleep, which made the young man a little uncomfortable. For a few days, I watched He Wangshu fly the bird, and waited for the bird to fly, looking tired.

"Uncle Shi..."Wu Qiufang finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked. But before he could finish speaking, He Wangshu held the folding fan and waved it at him.

He Wangshu knew what he was asking, and said confidently: "Don't worry, you'll know later." ”

"The disciple has one more thing to ask." Wu Qiufang saw that He Wangshu avoided answering, so he brought up another doubt in his heart.

He Wangshu smiled wryly, he still knew that what Wu Qiufang wanted to ask was the rune in the palm of his right hand.

"This is a heavenly talisman, I haven't seen it." He Wangshu stood up suddenly, he was much taller than Wu Qiufang, so he put his elbow on the young man's shoulder, leaned on him slightly, and said in a long and narrow tone.

"The disciple is only a shallow learner, the master has never taught, and he has never seen it in ancient books."

Just as He Wangshu said, Wu Qiufang didn't know anything about this Fu.

"This is what happened after the second child went up the mountain, of course he didn't know. In my early years, I also liked to travel all over the world, especially in the birthplace of Fu Dao..."Speaking of this, He Wang took a break and sold a pass.

Wu Qiufang also knew his uncle's temperament, so he didn't ask him, so he waited for He Wangshu to continue.

Seeing that the young man didn't ask, He Wangshu showed a disappointed look, but continued to tell the story: "On Zhenghou Mountain, there is a dry well, which has been born for a long time. ”

Speaking of Zhenghou Mountain, Wu Qiufang was interested, since he inquired about what Zhou Zong said about the past, he had a faint hostility towards Zhenghou Mountain in his heart, so he spoke first: "Dry well? ”

Seeing the young man's sudden question, He Wangshu smiled proudly, and pretended to be mysterious: "There is another cave under the dry well, and the luxury of the wine pond and meat forest, tsk!" He paused, and then continued, "I have lived down there for several years, and then an old man came out, and he had such a sigil on his hand. ”

He Wangshu said, and then looked at the direction of the Mo Sect, and the smile on his face became even thicker.

"And after that?" The young man asked.

"We'll talk about that later, now, it's time for us to go." He Wangshu's words just fell. The black bird flew back from the night, and shot straight into He Wangshu's palm as before.

Wu Qiufang only said that tonight's task was over again, and he habitually turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, He Wangshu grabbed the Taoist robe of the vest again, and laughed at him: "If you don't go back tonight, go in and take a look." ”

"Why are you going in again tonight?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and looked at his puzzling tenth uncle with some hesitation.

"Do you really think I'm here to sleep?" He Wangshu laughed and asked rhetorically, and his voice was a little high-pitched.

But in the end, he still explained to Wu Qiufang in a serious way.

"The people of the Mo Sect know that we will come to spy sooner or later, and we will really break into it for a few days, not to mention whether they will invite you into the urn, so as to catch them all, at least we won't get what we want." He Wangshu couldn't help but feel a little proud when he talked about his plan, he was good at going against people in his life, and fighting wits and courage with Mozong made him more refreshed.

"Then this spirit bird has gone in, and they all know it." The young man sighed secretly in his heart, if he changed himself, he would probably rush into it, not to mention the different places now, at least it is inevitable to be locked in some dungeon.

"Of course they know, but they pretend they don't know." He Wangshu held the folding fan upside down, swiped the jade pendant on the folding fan in the air a few times, and said, "Since you pretend not to know, it's easy to say, my spirit bird has been wandering in it for four days, although I haven't found out what their plans are, but..."

Wu Qiufang's widening eyes were full of questions, which was exactly the reaction He Wangshu wanted.

"Qiu Fang, do you know that there are high and low enchantments in this world?" He Wangshu suddenly stunned the young man.

"The disciple doesn't know much about the enchantment." The young master's master was not good at the way of enchantment, and he rarely mentioned it when he was in the mountains, so the young man naturally didn't have much of a clue.

"Constructing an enchantment is not based on how high the path of the person who constructs it is, but on the wisdom and geometry of the person who constructs it. In other words, to create a weapon that is rare in the world, it is not that the builder has the ability to reach the pinnacle, but whether he is a skilled craftsman. He Wangshu patiently explained, and at first glance, he could guess that he was ready to praise himself again.

Without waiting for Qiu Fang to speak, He Wangshu continued: "The person who constructs the enchantment in this Mo Sect must say that his brain is not good, and he will only read from the book. It's only been four days, and not only did I get a clear touch, but I even added bricks and tiles to him. Now that we go in, don't let anyone notice it, even the movements of their Mo Sect people, I am very clear. ”

With that, he smirked again, as if he had easily done something great.

Of course, in fact, this is also the case, a powerful enchantment requires exhaustive effort to build, and He Wangshu's talent in using his brain alone is at least the existence of the first type of person in the world.

"Then Uncle Ten, aren't we allowed to enter and exit the Mo Sect at will?" After listening to He Wangshu's explanation, Wu Qiufang also seemed a little excited, as if in this battle, Dongji Gate had already defeated Mozong.

When He Wangshu heard this, he snorted with some hatred.

"It's so easy, although the enchantment is listening to me now, but the people of the Mo Sect won't listen, if you let them catch it, see if they will let you go."

As soon as these words came out, He Wangshu was no longer lazy, and easily lifted up the thin body of the young man, kicked his feet on the rock, and jumped a few feet high, and went straight to the Mo Sect.

It must be said that the Mozong is a big faction with the same name as the East Pole Gate, even if the door of the palace is closed, but the landscape and the cloister all reveal a sense of grandeur.

Wu Qiufang looked around, and silently compared the eaves corner house of the Mozong with the East Pole Gate, but looking at it, he still felt that the East Pole Gate was more pleasing to the eye.

He Wangshu didn't have him in his eyes. Beforehand, even he didn't dare to break into the Mo Sect, but fortunately, the spirit bird had been exploring for four days in a row, and it was not long or short before leaving, and at this moment, the Mo Sect had more or less slowed down his vigilance, so that the two of them made an invisibility talisman, and no one noticed.

Although no one noticed, the sound did not dare to be made for half a minute. Qiu Fang had no experience in this, and it was even more difficult to talk about countermeasures, so he had to stand in the dark corner of the corridor, waiting for He Wangshu to give orders.

"Auntie, I heard that there will be a new batch of descendants tomorrow." At the end of the corridor, there was a soft sound, a childish voice, estimated to be not much different from Wu Qiufang's age.

There was only a faint candlelight in the corridor, and Qiu Fang looked at the end, and he couldn't see who was speaking.

But he could hear another voice clearly, "Yes, the Blood Ink Envoy has also recruited a few boys, who are the same age as you, and when the time comes, my aunt will look for you and marry someone as soon as possible?" ”

This one voice was a little louder than that, and he didn't deliberately lower his tone. Listening to that tone, it seems that there is a half-official position.

Wu Qiufang held his breath, didn't dare to move, and watched the two women gradually come into his eyes.

"My aunt is making fun of me again." The woman who spoke first was thin, walking behind a plump woman, looking a little shy, and a little disgusted in reply.

"The girl's family, married earlier, how good it is to teach her husband and children at home." The plump woman squinted at it, and said with a half-smile and half-longing on her face.

Hearing this, the little girl made a "hmm" and stopped answering, but the lantern in her hand was blown out by a gust of autumn wind, so frightened that she quickly covered it with her light sleeves.

Seeing the two women go away, Qiu Fang finally spit out the sulk that had been held in his chest for a long time. He turned his head to look at He Wangshu again, only to see a familiar and treacherous smile gradually appear on He Wangshu's face.

At this moment, the young man understood that his tenth uncle had a ghost idea again.