Feng Zheng knew very well that Zhong Kou and his party were not as simple as sending a pair of calligraphy and paintings, he stared at Zhong Kou with half-empty eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate everything hidden behind the latter's eyes.

Zhong Kou smiled indifferently and said in an extremely flat tone, "I don't know if the ancestors of the Ye family are still here?"

Seeing the mention of the ancestors and grandchildren of the Ye family, a wisp of surprise obviously flashed in Feng Zheng's eyes, and the incense table not far away was slowly exalting light smoke, and the room was full of sandalwood smell, but the light blue smoke that was soaring up also trembled with Zhong Kou's words.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come, in the reception hall of the Mozong sect, there is no peace after all.

Feng Zheng pondered for a moment, and replied indifferently: "The ancestors and grandsons of the Ye family are invited to be distinguished guests, and Brother Zhong has something to look for them?"

Feng Zheng's words intentionally or unintentionally revealed a hint of threat, as if to say, don't think about anyone's troubles in the East Pole Gate, this Ye family's ancestors and grandchildren, our Mo Sect is Baoding.

The meaning of the words, Zhong Kou can naturally hear that Dongjimen has been working for the king for many years, and this matter has long been an open secret, and now the general's actions outside the temple are not airtight, and the people in the rivers and lakes have more or less heard of it, how can they not know the gossip before the king and the general.

In this way, it is logical for Feng Zheng to say this.

Zhong Kou suddenly arched his hands, bowed his head slightly, and said, "Sect Master Feng is too worried, the children of the Great General are also disciples of the East Pole Sect, and to put it simply, they are all a family, how can we be embarrassed by the Great General's people."

As soon as Zhong Kou said this, Feng Zheng's eyebrows jumped slightly, obviously this news was something he had never known, several imperceptible looks flashed on his face one after another, and after a while, he said leisurely: "So very good, I don't know what is the matter with your family looking for the ancestors of the Ye family?"

"Since there are important things they are inquiring about, since they are a family, how can they not be polite." Zhong Kou's face was solemn when he spoke, but it aroused a suspicion in Feng Zheng's heart.

After a while, Feng Zheng frowned slightly and said, "The ancestors of the Ye family have gone out for some important things, I'm afraid that Brother Zhong ran this trip in vain."

"I see, then I won't bother the Wind Sect Master too much."

Zhong Kou nodded thoughtfully at Feng Zheng, but that preoccupied look made Feng Zheng unobstructed.

Seeing that the other party was upset, Feng Zheng naturally wanted to be polite again, and said repeatedly: "It's a pity that Brother Zhong rarely comes here, so it's better to stay and have dinner before going."

Feng Zheng knew that the other party would never stay for the meal, but the hospitality made him have to say more, after all, he also accepted the gift brought by the other party.

Zhong Kou smiled and said, "I'm lucky enough to taste the Feng Sect Master's good tea, why don't you say it, but when the Ye family's ancestors and grandchildren come back, they will have to bother the Wind Sect Master again."

Seeing that the other party was so persistent, Feng Zheng inevitably felt a little curious in his heart, and after a little thought, he said: "Mr. Ye's whereabouts are uncertain, and he has been gone for a few days, and he still doesn't know what to come back to.

In the face of Feng Zheng's kindness, Zhong Kou gave up his hand again and was about to speak, but Wu Qiufang, who was standing behind him, hurriedly stepped forward half a step forward, and whispered in a low voice: "Sixth Senior Uncle, Senior Uncle in charge said that this matter is related to the Eight Kings..."

"You're teaching me a lesson?"

Also without waiting for Qiu Fang to finish speaking, Zhong Kou's face was solemn, and he scolded coldly, the words and deeds of the two of Dongjimen were looked at by Feng Zheng, and although Qiu Fang's words were not loud, how could they hide from the ears of a master like Feng Zheng, but the word "Eight Kings" could cause Feng Zheng's suspicion.

However, what kind of role is the wind and politics, and whether the other party intends to play this play for himself, he probably knows in his heart, but the word "Eight Kings" is indeed extraordinary, and at the same time as a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes, he also answered: "If it is a major trouble, it is inconvenient to disclose, so I should understand it below."

Feng Zheng played one play to capture the old man, but Dongjimen played another play to invite the king into the urn, in order to let Feng Zheng know that they were doing it on purpose, but he still had to pinch his nose and walk into their calculations.

"The Wind Sect Master smiled, this son is very reckless with the favor of the senior brother in charge."

Since Feng Zheng refused to speak out, Zhong Kou naturally had to go around in a circle, just said casually, and then turned his head and glared at Qiu Fang, who immediately took a step back.

The young man's words were discussed with Zhong Kou on the way here, and the two knew that this was just a drama to lure Feng Zheng, and the young man naturally didn't go to his heart, but just pretended to be a little ashamed on his face.

Feng Zheng saw that the other party didn't mention it, so he naturally knew that he had to know that there were tigers in the mountains, and he was biased towards the tiger mountains.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Don't hide it from Brother Zhong, the purpose of the Ye family's ancestors and grandsons on this trip has also been heard below, and they are also helping to make suggestions."

Feng Zheng naturally knows very well that there is a Renjun standing behind the East Pole Gate, but the preface mentions that the son and daughter in the General's Mansion are studying art at the East Pole Gate, so the relationship between the East Pole Gate and the General will not be simple, so it is natural that they are willing to contribute to the General's plan.

You must know that the forces in the world are complex, betting on one side, even if it is a very powerful party, there is also a certain risk, riding on the wall, seeing the wind and making the rudder, is a deliberate thing for every big faction, presumably the East Pole Gate will not be an exception, just like the Marquis Mountain, the people and the king, the queen of the Yuan, the general and other forces have bets, and will not completely fall to any side.

"Perhaps, what the Wind Sect Master said coincides with what I think."

Zhong Kou also didn't make his words clear, but the words have come to this point, both sides are smart people, of course they have already understood a rough idea in their hearts, after thinking about it, Feng Zheng naturally laughed a few times, flicked his sleeves, and said loudly: "I didn't expect that one day, our two factions can also have a time to cooperate."

Feng Zheng's implication is naturally to gain the trust of the other party and let the other party say what he is hiding, and Zhong Kou's words were originally prepared for Feng Zheng, so there is no reason to hide it again.

But he still pretended to ponder for a moment, and said with a rather solemn face: "The stakes are very high, don't the Wanwang Wind Sect Master leak the news?"

When Feng Zheng heard this, he naturally understood, even if it was just a pose, and hurriedly called back the left and right, leaving only one person here.

Seeing that all the people had left the reception hall, Feng Zhengcai said leisurely, "Brother Zhong, don't worry, Mo Zong should be tight-lipped."

Zhong Kou nodded when he heard this, he has always been calm and serious, even if Mount Tai collapsed on the top, his face did not change, but at this time, he showed a cautious expression, and said in a low voice: "The orphan of the eighth prince is still alive."

This sentence was not a secret to Feng Zheng, but a sure thing, and Feng Zheng naturally nodded heavily to show his agreement.

But Zhong Kou's second sentence made Feng Zheng's palm holding the handle of the wooden chair oozing sweat.

"This orphan has already entered Los Angeles?"

As soon as Zhong Kou's voice fell, Feng Zheng's eyebrows were raised, Ye Yun had already said before that the grandson of the eighth prince would soon enter Los Angeles from the wasteland, and he specially told him to keep an eye on it carefully, but now it coincides with Zhong Kou's words, it seems that it is not a lie.

But after thinking about it, looking at it from this point of view, the East Pole Gate was the first to arrive, and wouldn't the benefits that Mo Zong could get in front of the great general even less.

In an instant, countless thoughts appeared in Feng Zheng's mind, but he still said quietly, "Your family, have you found it?"

Zhong Kou heard this, but slowly shook his head, Feng Zheng saw this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his straight back finally leaned back on the back of the chair, and the muscles up and down his body were no longer so tight.

"We only know that this child is here, but we don't know where he is hiding now." Zhong Kou sighed, his brows locked together, as if he was quite distressed.

Feng Zheng nodded slightly, and said, "With your methods, how can you not know?"

Zhong Kou naturally knew that Feng Zheng's words were not a mockery, but a sincere question, and after a while, he said: "This son seems to have learned some skills in the Wasteland, and it is extremely easy to avoid our ears and eyes, besides, the Wind Sect Master also knows our position, and there are some things, so we still don't dare to meddle too deeply, otherwise... It's a catastrophe."

The meaning of Zhong Kou's words is that as the minions of the human monarch, even if Dongjimen knows about the orphans of the eighth prince, he must be in a dilemma, and he can open his eyes

Closing one eye is the ultimate, and how dare you help the general openly.

Feng Zheng naturally couldn't be clearer about this, he nodded and said slowly: "This is also true, there is such a valuable news brought by Brother Lao Zhong, thank you here in advance, and when Mr. Ye comes back, he will definitely tell him in time, and he will not dare to miss the opportunity."

Zhong Kou nodded, bowed back, and said in a deep voice, "There is a Laofeng Sect Master, it is not appropriate for the East Pole Gate to interfere too much in this matter, so it will end here."

If the East Pole Gate does not interfere in this matter, it is the best for Feng Zheng, although the East Pole Gate has a strong ability to detect, but whether it is true or false, it may not necessarily be shared with itself, and Mo Zong finally has to rely on his own strength to find out the orphans of the so-called Eight Princes, but the size of Los Angeles is indeed a bit troublesome.

Of course, behind the trouble, if there is any progress in the matter, the first credit must also be the Mozong's, which can impress the general and provide the Mozong with protection from the temple, and the influence of the Demon Slayer Conference will naturally dissipate.

Thinking of this, Feng Zheng couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, although there were many doubts about sharing information with him, but since he wanted to tell the ancestors and grandchildren of the Ye family, it would definitely not be a lie, so even if there was a pit in it, it would also be a great general, and the Dongji Gate did not have such a ability.

"Brother Zhong, don't worry, at this time, the Mo Sect is also doing its best." Feng Zheng said solemnly, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

When Zhong Kou heard this, he smoothed the hem of his clothes, then stood up and said in a deep voice: "There is labor, then I will say goodbye!"