In Bianjing City, there are other Eight Immortal disciples who have been hiding.

This is clear to Feng Linwan.

When he first became a monk who didn't understand and came to Bianjing City again.

I once felt a ray of gaze, always watching him.

Later, Feng Linwan also searched carefully.

But nothing has been found.

There is another one in Daliao, which is a bit unexpected.

Out of some kind of inertial thinking, it is natural that it seems that all the disciples of the Eight Immortals must confirm certain directions on the soil of the Great Song Dynasty, which has been inherited since ancient times.

But out of the box.

This perception also seems ridiculous.

"Actually, it's not that I'm unexpected, it's just that I'm still reluctant in my heart after all!" Feng Linwan thought so in his heart, and was a little more vigilant about the fellow who was in Daliao and had never appeared.

"What's more, don't you have any more details?" Feng Linwan asked Xiao Ba.

Xiao Ba said: "I know so much, or Senior Brother Xie told me." Believe it or not. ”

Feng Linwan looked at a serious Xiaoba, knowing that she had reservations.

But... That's enough.

What he needs is not a precise answer, as long as there is direction.

Some people always like to look too highly, those opponents who lurk in the shadows, hide in the shadows, and never show up.

It's actually a kind of instinctive fear and worry about the unknown.

From another point of view, hiding represents hibernation, and the direction in which an adversary who is dormant should be extremely limited.

To use a relatively simple sentence, the road is very narrow.

Just find the target, cut off their way, and let them jump to the surface.

Then it will be a devastating collapse in an instant.

This is also the reason why Feng Linwan can obviously hide himself, but he chooses an opportunity to jump out.

Because it is not good for him to hide it.

He can't use his strength to push sideways, so he can only borrow from the natives of this world.

Human wisdom is embodied in knowing how to use tools.

Caoliu Society is one of the tools that Feng Lin Wan chose for himself.

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The stars outside the window are unusually bright tonight.

The wind blowing through the treetops at night was dry and slightly warm.

From time to time, the cicadas make noises that wake up the silent night, making the calm feel quieter and the upset more upset.

A horse-drawn carriage, from the street with a curfew at night, seemed to quietly pass through the small half of Bianjing City.

The carriage looks fast.

But neither the sound of horses' hooves nor the rolling of wheels was wrapped in a strange force that could not be transmitted.

A girl who looks elegant, but still looks a little ordinary, sits in the carriage with an antique erhu in her arms.

The driver was a doll made of straw.

At this moment, in the big night, on the undulating roof, like a flea, a black figure jumped.

He blended perfectly into the night, looking out at the quiet and fast carriage from afar.

Suddenly, his whole body froze, and his whole body became transparent, as if it was about to melt into the air and disappear.

Poof!

A web of fire fell overwhelmingly, enveloping the air around him.

"Sneaky, the master is right! He should be an assassin!" a flying head, hovering in midair, spitting out thick poisonous smoke.

In the poisonous smoke, a human figure is revealed.

Whew!

A flash of lightning flashed, and the poisonous smoke exploded.

The black figure disappeared in the poisonous smoke, and only wisps of smoke dispersed in all directions in the night.

"Be careful, he'll hide in the smoke. The white-clothed Xiushi gently shook the folding fan, and his outfit was extremely conspicuous at night.

With a wave of the fan, a whirlwind whirlwind was born out of thin air on the spot.

Subsequently, a great monk, descending from the sky, holding a huge transparent golden bell, enveloped the surroundings, and then compressed into a small piece and placed in the palm of his hand.

The repeated movements also attracted the forbidden army in the city.

A group of Jianghu guests, out of instinct, began to scatter in all directions, and they were unwilling to deal with people in official uniforms.

When the crowd dispersed, a broken tile on the roof suddenly turned over.

Then the black figure, rolling in embarrassment, was revealed.

There was still an unresolved poisonous gas on his face.

There are also some burnt marks on the clothes.

"This is the antidote to the poisonous smoke of the big-headed ghost, although you are clever in your means, you have the ability to change everything. But early detoxification can also save a lot of trouble. A figure suddenly sounded behind the black shadow.

The black shadow froze and turned around suddenly.

His head, though turned, was motionless.

At night, such a scene is indeed a bit terrifying.

This is a really ordinary face, the kind that after seeing it for the first time, if you don't pay attention, you will forget it the next moment.

But Feng Linwan looked at it very seriously.

To remember this face firmly.

Although, he is not sure if this face is real.

Syllable!

The figure in the dark night didn't say a word, and the next moment, it exploded in pieces.

It's like being raided.

There was no time to take precautions, and the bones of the beaten were gone.

The sound caused by this was enough to attract the forbidden army that had just left again.

Feng Linwan's expression was calm, then he picked up the wine jug and swallowed it in one gulp.

The true skill of Drunken Yang Peak is the hazy illusion after being drunk, but what he gets is the truth when he is sober.

So when Feng Linwan was drunk, he was able to see the truth clearly.

In the drunken haze, the exploding body is just an illusion.

Even the seemingly ordinary man is an illusion.

Let go of your gaze, and look forward, on the eaves not far away, a woman wearing a white dress with a cold face, like an elf under the moon, is holding a tube of Changxiao, barefoot and holding her legs, sitting there.

A little foot, hanging down naturally and gracefully from the eaves, swaying mischievously from time to time, is like seeing a very interesting scene.

Feng Lin stepped over expressionlessly, it was a complete coincidence, and he stood beside the woman.

She looked at Feng Linwan very confidently.

He even reached out and poked Feng Lin Wan's cheek, revealing a smile.

"You still want to trick me into showing up, what a naughty junior brother! Zhao Ping is the secret spy leader of the Zhao family's royal family buried in the people, if you dig him out, then Zhao Heng will be nervous. After that, the woman showed a quirky expression, and made a grimace at Feng Linwan.

She was even bold enough to get close to Feng Linwan's side, touched Feng Linwan's bald head at the moment with her hand, and then took a selfie.

At this moment, Feng Linwan turned around suddenly, and his lips swept slightly over the tips of the woman's full, round lips.

The feeling of electric shock made the frightened girl jump.

Looking at Feng Lin Wan again, I saw that his gaze was blank, and he seemed to be looking into the distance.

"You found me?"

"You've definitely found me!

"Senior brother, you are really a scumbag!" the woman pointed to Feng Linwan's nose and snorted coldly.

She looks at least 1.75 meters tall, which is considered a long figure among women, but her body is a little thin.

In general, tall women will inevitably look strong or tough at times.

But when she speaks, she always unconsciously thinks that she is coquettish.

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