Wu Feng said lightly: "If you can't do it openly, you can only do it secretly." Rather than a surprise attack of blatant disobedience, it is best to cover up the truth with a conspiracy. ”

Deng Aihou said: "I have planted eyeliner in the divided city and the group of wealthy clans who follow the old immortal, but none of these people's status is enough to poison the old immortal. What's more, the old immortal's cultivation is no less than mine, ordinary poison can't kill him, and no killer can kill him with one blow......"

Wu Feng said: "Please also ask the hall master to tell more details." ”

Deng Aihou pondered for a while, and revealed the internal secrets of the rock warehouse.

This is conducive to Wu Feng's analysis of the situation. But at the same time, even if Wu Feng's plan to seize power fails, in the future, relying on the secrets he knows to defect to the Divine Hall, he can help Su Mengzhen attack and destroy Iwakura and get Su Mengzhen to be reused!

After listening to Deng Aihou's statement, Wu Feng said his plan without thinking.

"It took a month to prepare. Start with a show of weakness and end with a strong attack. The layout should be slow, patient and cautious, not leaking, and the ending should be urgent, such as a raging storm, so that the opponent cannot react. Wu Feng concluded.

After listening to Wu Feng's strategy, Deng Aihou applauded loudly.

"What a clever plan! Little Brother Xie has a good plan. Deng Aihou's face was overjoyed, knowing that after this battle, the Iwakura Hall would be completely integrated into his own hands from then on.

"If it is possible, I hope that Hall Master Deng will spare Ling Zun's life. Although Ma Boyong, Shang Qingying, and Li Qing committed the seizure of power, they did not kill them. Wu Feng said again.

This plan inevitably killed many people. They are involved in the struggle for power, and death is not innocent, and Wu Feng has tried to avoid involving innocent people when designing.

But the son killing his father is a disobedient thing after all, even if Deng Aihou has this intention, Wu Feng's bottom line is difficult for him to accept, so he hopes that Deng Aihou can leave his father's life.

"It's just that if you follow Little Brother Xie's strategy and act in secret, you can't help but kill......" Deng Aihou sighed: "If it wasn't a last resort, I wouldn't want to do this." It is only a peaceful means, it is really difficult to realize my ambition, in the troubled times, when the development of the sect is the first priority, personal affection can only be put aside......"

Wu Feng said: "I have a compromise strategy. If the situation allows, wait until you start to make it clear to the hall master. ”

If the situation changes, Deng Aihou can only make a move to kill his father.

The next day, Deng Rong, the retreat hall master in the city on the back side of the hillside, ushered in a rare guest.

"Father, the child has come to see you. Deng Aihou said with a respectful look on his face, looking at his father with an old face.

"Oh, Aihou, what kind of wind blew you to me?" Deng Rong teased, the opposition between father and son has reached the point of irreconcilability.

The distance between Iwakura City and the branch city is only two or three miles, but except for Deng Rong going to the main city for something, Deng Aihou almost never goes to the branch city to meet his father.

Deng Aihou pretended to be guilty, sighed and said: "The child thought about it, I acted too arbitrarily before. It may be better to discuss the bill privately with your father before it is formally discussed. ”

Deng Rong sighed, only to see Deng Aihou bow respectfully and take out a few small bags: "This is the Penglai fairy tea collected by the child, dedicated to his father, to talk about some thoughts." ”

Penglai fairy tea, produced on the island of the East China Sea, ripens once in 30 years, but after a few days of picking, the young leaves will grow old, completely losing the tea fragrance and medicinal effect.

This tea is very fragrant, a small piece soaked in hot water, the aroma can fill a big house, refreshing people's hearts. It also has the effect of refreshing and stabilizing cultivation, which can help people realize the Tao, suppress the demons in the heart, and drink it when rushing through the level, which can be called twice the result with half the effort.

With such a precious tea, Deng Aihou usually refuses to take it out to the old immortal. But now he needs to paralyze his father, and he has to endure the pain of cutting his love.

Deng Rong finally relieved his heart when he saw his son offering such a precious thing.

Tiger poison does not eat children, and people's hearts are also fleshy. Deng Rong saw his son showing such a low profile, of course, he thought that his son, who had always acted conceitedly, had now changed his sex.

"Come on, come on, come in. Deng Rong invited Deng Aihou into the inner room.

"Aihou, you act sometimes, it is indeed too arbitrary, the reason why our father and son are opposed to this point today is indeed ......" Deng Rong sighed.

Deng Aihou thought of the previous incident, and his heart softened slightly, and said: "Yes, yes, in fact, many things are easy to discuss." ”

"Yes, if you ask for instructions in advance, we can slowly ...... it," Deng Rong said.

"So...... What is my father's intention to form an alliance with Tianzi Peak?" asked Deng Aihou.

Deng Rong stroked his frost-white beard and said in an old-fashioned manner: "You have great ambitions, this is good." But now the time has not come, the time has not come. ”

The beautiful maid brewed the Penglai fairy tea sent by Deng Aihou, and the white gas filled the room, and the strange fragrance was fragrant, which made people feel clear.

Although Deng Rong is old, he has become more and more lustful, and he is unhappy without women. His wife died many years ago because of the practice of madness, Deng Rong did not remarry, but bought many beautiful maids in the city for his own pleasure. When the maids were old and their beauty declined slightly, Deng Rong would give them away or marry someone who served him.

Cultivators generally look much younger than their real age, and Deng Rong is now less than seventy years old, but he is so old, I am afraid it is due to the color of wine.

This kind of bad habit is the norm among famous families, and Deng Aihou is not too corrupt in this regard, and has always been clean and self-conscious, so he was touted by his subordinates as the master of the Iwakura Palace.

Deng Rong was in front of his son, it was not good to do anything to the maid, but the light in his eyes was already three points overwhelmed, he watched the maid walk away, poured a deep sip of fairy tea, and slowly felt the fluttering feeling of the waterline sliding through his throat.

"Naturally, I want you to deal with the Divine Temple, but it's not time yet. Su Mengzhen was defeated by Xue Yiren, but there was no riot in the territory, and Qingzhou did not dare to resist Su Mengzhen, which shows that Su Mengzhen's strength is still there. We need to continue to wait for the right time......" Deng Rong said leisurely.

Deng Aihou, who originally had a bit of reconciliation in his heart and felt that if his father agreed to the bill, the matter would be forgotten, at this time, the murderous intent rose again, and he forcibly suppressed it before he showed it.

This old man who should be a thousand knives is immortal, he is afraid of wolves and tigers in the past, he is purely a waste! Deng Aihou thought so.

However, he came this time just to paralyze Deng Rong. Deng Rong accepted his gift and talked to him kindly, and the purpose was achieved.

Deng Aihou endured the anger in his belly again, pretended to be respectful, and perfunctory Deng Rong said a few words before saying goodbye and walking out of the gate of the city.

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