In Mozongli, there are large gardens, flowers such as brocade, and water and trees are Qinghua.

The steaming ginseng soup entered the stomach, but it did not eliminate the coolness in Feng Zheng's heart, there was a farcical demon slaying conference in the front, and there was a halberd on Yueling Mountain in the back, which did not seem to cause actual trauma to Mozong, but it was his Feng Zheng's face that was tormented.

He stared at Manager Liu's somewhat cloudy eyes, and suddenly felt that Jiang was still old and spicy, this Manager Liu, who had served in the Mozong for decades, always had some ability, and in the face of the difficult questions he threw out, he could be regarded as giving a qualified answer.

Something that doesn't belong to you, even if you get it for a short time, it's still a passing cloud, and the quicksand at your fingertips is not reliable. But if it is really not a loss, he is worried in his heart, worried about the opportunity that could have allowed Mo Sect to move forward.

Thinking of this, there was a rare trace of sadness in his eyes.

Immediately, he opened his mouth again, wanting to say something, but after all, he changed the conversation and said indifferently, "How many years has Manager Liu been in the mansion?"

Manager Liu lowered his head slightly, no one could see what kind of demeanor he was showing at this moment, only he could hear him reply in a low voice, "Old slave, I can't count it."

This old man Liu didn't know that what Feng Zheng was going to say was not to be polite to him, but in his eyes, he was always a mortal, even if he was loyal to Mo Zong, Feng Zheng would not tell him some things related to cultivation.

When Feng Zheng heard this, he paused, and showed half a smile: "In the past few decades, the Mo Sect has treated you badly."

When Chief Manager Liu heard this, he was silent for a moment, some thoughts flashed in his mind, and then he replied unhurriedly: "Whether it is the sect master, or the young lady and the young master, they all treat the old slave well, and it is considered to be benevolent and righteous."

Manager Liu replied without leaking, and caused Feng Zheng, who had always been unsmiling, to smile, and after a while, the smile narrowed, and then the conversation fell on Feng Suixing's marriage: "Xing'er's marriage, how are you preparing."

"It's done in an orderly manner, and the sect master doesn't have to worry." Mr. Liu replied.

Feng Zheng waved his hand and said, "With you here, I won't worry about mundane affairs, but after Xing'er got married, I didn't know about her..."

It can be seen that Feng Zheng still has a lot of worries about his daughter, and in the end, his voice is gradually swallowed up by the heavy night.

Seeing this, Chief Manager Liu slowly took a step forward and persuaded slowly: "Although the young lady's temperament is a little more straightforward, she is not an unreasonable person, and the sect master does not need to worry."

"That's right." Feng Zheng waved his hand, then paused again, and said, "These days, you have to put more effort into it, this matter must be done in a beautiful way."

Regarding Feng Zheng's instructions, Manager Liu nodded solemnly, and Feng Zheng saw that he understood, so he took a step into the depths of the hall.

Manager Liu has been in Mozong for a long time, and what he has done is all work that requires observing words and feelings, and when he saw Feng Zheng take this step, he naturally understood the meaning of the other party, so he lowered his eyebrows and said, "The old slave has retired."

Feng Zheng faced the hall, just waved his hand heavily, and did not turn around to say goodbye to Manager Liu, but at the end, he still answered: "Call the blood ink envoy."

The huge Mo Sect was drowned in the silent night, since the turmoil of the Demon Slayer Conference gradually dissipated, this Mo Sect is still a little dull, and the people and people who come and go on the road are all in a hurry, with a gloomy face, not as before, and there will be a few shrill laughs and scoldings during the period.

Feng Zheng waited for a short time, and then he heard the soft sound of his robe brushing against the threshold, and with it, a burst of mandala fragrance came to his nose.

Feng Zheng knew that it was the blood and ink who came, and he slowly turned his head, and there was no trace of fatigue in his eyes.

"Sect Master."

The blood ink envoy said softly while blessing his body, and there was a natural charm between his eyebrows, but Feng Zheng had seen a lot, and his concentration was quite deep, so he would not be disturbed, but he just nodded slightly, and led the topic to the right path.

"I just went to Moon Spirit Mountain." Feng Zheng said calmly and slowly, but the Blood Ink Envoy was stunned for a moment.

Feng Zheng is thoughtful and has always acted in a consistent style

Steady and orderly, generally speaking, she will not be called in the middle of the night, as Feng Zheng said this, the heart of the blood ink envoy naturally trembled, in Los Angeles, no one knows that this Moon Ling Mountain is the territory of the East Pole Gate, since Feng Zheng has gone, it is to fight with the East Pole Gate.

"How's it going?"

After thinking for a moment, the Blood Ink Envoy hurriedly asked, what she asked was naturally about Ah Yu.

Feng Zheng shook his head expressionlessly, even though he was a little angry in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest hint on his face, and after a moment, he said again, "I was taken away by the golden-faced man in black."

This is naturally a trivial matter for the Blood Ink Envoy, her charming eyes revealed a touch of gloom, and her originally charming and coquettish voice also became a little louder: "Subordinates should go together."

Unexpectedly, Feng Zheng still shook his head indifferently and said, "He is extremely strong, and the Zhu Mo Agarwood Sword can't help him."

Feng Zheng's words fell, and the Blood Ink Envoy gasped, and then said, "What is the identity of this person?"

"I don't know the details yet, but I see, Zhou Zong and they don't know anything either." Feng Zheng replied, paused, and continued, "There are not many such nameless masters."

Of course, the knowledge of the Blood Ink Envoy was far inferior to Feng Zheng, she frowned slightly, and pondered for a while, standing in the light and shadow looking extremely dignified, and after a long time she whispered, "In this way, it has nothing to do with the East Pole Gate. It's just that the kid that day always made me feel that something wasn't right."

Feng Zheng knew very well what the child in the mouth of the Blood Ink Envoy was, and he didn't have the same doubts in his heart, after all, everyone knew that although the disciples of the Dongji Gate were proficient in the runes, they also held yellow paper talismans, so Wu Qiufang, this kid, didn't seem to have seen the rune paper taken out.

Before he could figure it out, the Blood Ink Envoy opened his mouth to disrupt his thoughts: "I didn't expect him to have so many magic weapons on his body at such a young age, especially that sword, which can actually split a crack in the Clouds Covering the Sun Array, it's really not simple."

Feng Zheng nodded thoughtfully and said, "This sword is shocking, far from being able to be used by this kid, with the help of external forces, it is not to be feared, but Zhou Zong's attitude towards him is not like that of ordinary disciples."

As the master of the Mozong sect, Feng Zheng can never be a simple character, just based on Zhou Zong's attitude towards Qiufang, he deduced one or two, this is also the place where he threw a mouse bogey tonight, if he secretly attacked Qiufang, I am afraid that the relationship between Mozong and Dongjimen will really fall into a situation that cannot be turned back, just as Zhou Zong thought, between the top two gate factions in Los Angeles, it is far from the realm of real swords and real guns.

I have to say that today's Fengzheng is the same as Zhou Zong, and the most important thing in his heart is the secret treasures of the three major families, and naturally he will not put the dispute between the two major sects out to settle the account, otherwise the day when the bone ink makes the body die should be the day when the bayonet is red.

"Could it be that there are still some unknown secrets hidden in the East Pole Gate?" The blood ink made the fox say suspiciously, her peach cheeks and willow eyes looked graceful under the light, if someone with a weak mind saw it, she would definitely be hooked and lost her soul.

But Feng Zheng didn't have any other distractions in his heart, but when he heard the word secret, he raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Moreover, his name is Zhou Zong, and he is called Uncle Shi."

As soon as these words came out, the Blood Ink Envoy raised his eyebrows, and Qiu Bo turned slightly: "I remember that the East Pole Gate is the largest in Zhou Zong."

"In front of Zhou Zong, there were also two masters."

Knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles, Feng Zheng has naturally heard a lot about the past of Dongjimen, although it is not a secret, but after all, it is a long story, and there are not many people who know or remember.

Listening to Feng Zheng's words, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Blood Ink Envoy, and he immediately said, "It must be more powerful than Zhou Zong, where are they now?"

Feng Zheng couldn't answer the question of the Blood Ink Envoy, although he had a broader vision, he didn't know everything, he just shook his head slightly and said, "One seems to be dead, and the other is probably dead."

"In that case, there's no need to worry." The Blood Ink Envoy breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly.

When Feng Zheng heard this, his face did not change much, and according to Qiu Fang's age, it was inferred that there must be this matter

It's a little strange, but this is not the top priority at the moment, although he can't tear up the kid Qiu Fang with his own hands, but now he still has to focus on the overall situation, thinking of this, he turned his head and said, "I came to you because I have something important to do, and I need you to do it."

In the end, Feng Zheng's voice weakened, and the blood ink envoy stared at it, only to feel that his eyes were impenetrable and deep.

Los Angeles, East Pole Gate.

Returning to his long-lost home, smelling the familiar smell on the futon, Qiu Fang poured a bowl of water for himself with peace of mind, at the turn of autumn and winter, the sun is decreasing, and there is a trace of unpleasant musty smell in the house, but for him a person who is used to living in the mountains, of course, he doesn't care about this at all, what he cares about is this string book.

Now that he has carefully considered the words of the string book, the jerky, shallow, difficult to understand, and simple ones have long been memorized by him.

As he took a sip of hot tea, a warm breath flowed through his body, and he turned his mana around and cultivated step by step according to the description in the string book.

Young Lang Jun always has infinite energy, and although he suffered from this thrilling battle tonight, the final outcome is always to save the day, and he doesn't need to spend too much thought on it.

The most important thing at the moment is always to accelerate the improvement of his cultivation, after all, ten years, in the blink of an eye, even if he is categorically not going to be killed, but this has long been out of his own hands, Ah Yu's current strength has already made him feel unattainable, not to mention what kind of anti-heaven ability Ah Yu will show ten years later.

Thinking about this section, Qiu Fang sighed, his eyes closed slightly, like an old monk in a settled position.