A quarter of an hour later, the ground was cleared of rubble, and Ling Feng was preparing to practice his sword with Jiang Yuelong. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, a guard came up, handed over a piece of letterhead, and said, "Deputy Gang Leader, someone just sent it to the brother at the door." ”

Ling Feng opened it and saw that it was a blank piece of paper, the white one, Mingyue also, it was Mingyue Lou's letter, it seemed that the matter of the Iron Sword Sect had been clarified.

"You guys practice by yourself first, I'll go out for a while!"

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

Jiang Yuelong looked at Ling Feng's departing back, snorted, and practiced with Mingyu.

......

More than a quarter of an hour later, the secret room of the Bright Moon Building.

Han Yue said with a smile: "The matter has been clarified, the Iron Sword Sect is indeed the peripheral force of the Netherworld, there are many disciples of the Iron Sword Sect who faked their deaths and quietly joined the Netherworld Palace, and some of them have also cultivated the Xuanyin Alchemy Technique and become the Xuanyin Dead." Therefore, you exterminated the Iron Sword Sect, and the Holy Lord was very happy and decided to reward him heavily! You received 10,000 meritorious points, a bottle of Ning Yuan Dan, a silver ticket of 100,000 taels, and a fourth-order true talisman Tiangang Thunder Talisman. ”

She first took out a stack of silver tickets and a purple jade bottle. The purple jade bottle was the fourth-order spirit pill Ning Yuan Pill, which contained extremely condensed spiritual power, which could greatly increase the true qi cultivation of the innate master.

Immediately, she took out a small rosewood box, and there was a red true talisman in it, which was the Tiangang Thunder Talisman, which was extremely powerful, and even the innate top master could not resist it. The fourth-order true rune is drawn with a higher level of true yuan power, not only is the power stronger than the third-order spirit rune, but it also contains a wisp of the true intent of the great avenue of the martial sect's powerhouse, which can lock on to the target and make it impossible for the other party to dodge.

This time, the rewards are huge, especially the fourth-order true runes, which are good things that money can't buy.

Ling Feng carefully put the mustard seed bag into it, checked the merits on the White Dragon Order again, and found that it had become 6200 points, so he asked, "Why is it only half?"

Han Yue glanced at him and said, "If you fail in your mission, you still have to deduct five thousand merits." ”

"Stingy!"

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he turned around and left.

......

Ling Feng turned around before returning to the Qingjiao Gang, but met an acquaintance at the door.

He looked slightly happy and said, "Yurou, why are you here?"

At this time, Song Yurou was still dressed in green clothes, she handed over a red invitation, and said: "My uncle will celebrate his sixtieth birthday in three days, this is an invitation, please transfer it to the helper." ”

Ling Feng took the invitation, but it was an invitation from the Qinghe Sword Sect, and in addition to Ren Qingyao, the invitation list actually had himself. He looked a little strange, Song Yurou's uncle Song Qing was going to celebrate his 60th birthday, why did he invite himself? He didn't think much about it, accepted the invitation, and said, "Go in and have a cup of tea!"

"No, I still have a case in hand, so I'll go back first. ”

After Song Yurou finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Ling Feng looked at her back and sighed faintly, he felt a sense of alienation, maybe because of the different camps, maybe because of something else. But it doesn't matter anymore. He turned and entered the door.

It's just that he didn't notice that the moment he turned around, Song Yurou suddenly turned around.

Looking at Ling Feng's distant back, Song Yurou had a complicated look in her eyes, remembering a wonderful encounter, she thought it had come to an end, but she didn't expect that if they met again, it would still cause ripples in the heart lake.

......

Ling Feng was immersed in cultivation, and the three days passed in an instant.

Three days later, in the early morning, the red sun began to rise.

At this time, with the onset of winter, although the weather is still sunny, the cold wind is howling, the wind is frosty, the temperature drops sharply, and most of the clothes are thickened.

And Ling Feng was still wearing a thin white gown, practicing with Jiang Yuelong in the courtyard.

He suppressed his strength and speed to fight Jiang Yuelong, and the two of them were extremely fast when they came out of their swords, and they were in a hurry.

When the two of them practiced, they only used ordinary long swords, and they did not bless their true qi, but they were purely competing sword moves, but the fight was very fierce.

Next to him, Mingyu was watching the battle and learning from experience.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a green shirt walked in, but it was Qing Yao, the assistant director.

Ling Feng put away his sword, looked slightly surprised, and said, "Why is the helper here?"

Ren Qingyao said with a smile: "That's the case, Song Qing, the head of the Qinghe Sword Sect, has a sixtieth birthday, I can't go if I have something to do, so let you go on my behalf, I have already asked the master of Yuwen Hall to prepare for the birthday ceremony, you can prepare, just set off with him." ”

Ling Feng nodded: "Okay!"

He knew that Ren Qingyao didn't really have something, but he couldn't go. Both of them are the leaders of the gang, they are on the same list, they are on an equal footing, so it is naturally impossible to congratulate Song Qing on his birthday, otherwise it doesn't mean that the Qingjiao Gang is inferior to the Qinghe Sword Sect!

After Ren Qingyao left, Ling Feng stared at Jiang Yuelong and said, "I'm going to go out, and Yu'er's safety will be handed over to you, can you do it?"

Jiang Yuelong smiled: "Don't worry, I will try my best to protect Sister Mingyu!"

Mingyu also smiled and said, "Husband, you don't have to worry, I will wait for you to come back at home!"

Ling Feng stepped forward to hug her and said, "Pay attention to safety, I'll be back soon!"

......

A moment later, Ling Feng rode on the White Dragon Horse and led more than a dozen disciples to Qingming Mountain, the mountain gate of the Qinghe Sword Sect.

Not long after Ling Feng left, Jiang Yuelong received a letter, his expression changed slightly, and he left in a hurry.

A quarter of an hour later, in the wing room of an ordinary inn.

A middle-aged man in a white robe with an elegant face was sitting opposite Jiang Yuelong.

Jiang Yuelong said in a trembling voice, "Why are you here?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Of course I came for something, you have been lurking long enough, and you will be able to get rid soon." ”

Jiang Yuelong said happily: "Really?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Of course, when did I lie to you! However, you have to do one more thing!"

Jiang Yuelong said, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged man said, "Bring his wife out!"

Jiang Yuelong's expression changed, and said: "It's useless, you don't know him, he is an extreme person, and he will never be threatened!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "I know that people like him value love and righteousness on the surface, but in fact, they are ruthless and only care about themselves." However, his woman should still have a bit of weight, and it is enough to change a divine weapon. ”

Jiang Yuelong was silent, this day has finally come, she has been acting for so long, sometimes she has forgotten the truth and falsehood, and she sometimes thinks that it would be good if she could continue like this. It's just that the dream will eventually wake up, and the drama will eventually come to an end.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "You don't want to, you won't tell me that you are really in love with him!"

Jiang Yuelong looked a little panicked, and hurriedly said, "No, no! I'm just worried." He didn't trust me that much, and maybe arranged for someone else to protect Mingyu. ”

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I'll help you!"

After a while, Jiang Yuelong left the inn, her expression recovering indifferently.

It's just that she didn't notice that under the eaves next to the inn, a middle-aged beggar was quietly staring at her.