Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent and not being defeated in a hundred battles is the importance of intelligence.

In fact, when the other party attacked Jiang Feng with that fluttering palm, Jiang Feng already had a lot of guesses about the identity of the other party.

And now combined with the other party's flying needle, the answer is even more imminent.

There is such a thing as gaze, there is something, there is nothing, and no one can say whether a person can sense the gaze of others.

However, at this time, the girl felt Jiang Feng's gaze, Jiang Feng's eyes were not big, but they were not small either. Clear, bright, but like an eternal star, hiding endless vicissitudes.

It was a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and everything was under control. It's like a tiger in the jungle returning to a cave and finding a little beast.

"If I'm not mistaken, isn't the girl a contemporary descendant of the Tomb Sect?"

Jiang Feng's voice is very soft, and it does not have the wildness and uninhibition of the Yunzhou Han in the Northern Regions at all. However, every word from Jiang Feng's mouth seems to have an indescribable magic, so that anyone who hears it will have a feeling that this is right.

"Tomb Sect, what kind of sect is that?"

Obviously, Shi Zhongjian's understanding of the rivers and lakes is only a little more limited than knowing nothing.

"You little ghost, you don't even know about our Tomb Sect, let me tell you ......"

People say that the rivers and lakes are a corner of the country, and the same part is the sense of belonging of the disciples or the people to the sect or the country.

However, before the tomb girl could finish speaking, Jiang Feng's voice suddenly interrupted her.

"In the past, in order to fight against the Jin Palace, Chongyang Zhenren, the ancestor of the Quanzhen Sect, Chongyang Zhenren, built a stone tomb to store military rations and materials. After the defeat in the battle with the Jin Wangfu, Wang Chongyang angrily lived in seclusion in the ancient tomb, calling himself the tomb of the living dead, which means that although he is alive and dead, he does not share the sky with the Jin Wangfu.

And there was a heroine Lin Chaoying who had a deep love for him, and lamented that he was buried in the grave with great skills, so he deceived him out of the stone tomb, hoping that the two could join hands in the rivers and lakes and be a pair of fairy couples.

It's a pity that Wang Chongyang's enmity in the Jin Wangfu is unforgettable, and he pretends to be stupid about Lin Chaoying's deep affection, Lin Chaoying thinks that Wang Chongyang looks down on her, and finally competes with him in Zhongnan Mountain, and wins the stone tomb bet with ingenuity. Since then, he has lived in the tomb and has never returned.

This is the origin of the Tomb Sect, this girl, I don't know what I'm talking about, right?"

Jiang Feng said a few words, and slowly explained the origin of the Tomb Sect, which made the Tomb Sect's girl's eyes widen. As if he had seen something as incredible as a ghost, he pointed at Jiang Feng and asked, "Who are you, how can you know so much about our Tomb Sect, could it be that you are a stinky Taoist of the Quanzhen Sect?"

However, in the blink of an eye, the girl shook her head and said to Jiang Feng: "No, no, your martial arts are so high, you must not be a stinky Taoist of the Quanzhen Sect, who are you?"

"The rivers and lakes are nameless and scattered, just the river wind, it is in the bottom, this is my good friend, surnamed Shi, named Zhongyu!"

Jiang Feng had just finished speaking, and with Shi Zhongjian's "hehe" smile, the girl finally spoke: "This girl's surname is Li, and her name is Mo Chou, but why does the name Shi Zhongyu sound a little familiar to me, as if I have heard it said many times?"

Suddenly, Li Mochou's body jumped back in a daze, and with a flip of her wrist, three bright silver needles had appeared in her hands.

At this time, Li Mochou hurriedly roared at Jiang Feng and Shi Zhongjian and said: "I remember, along the way, I have long heard that there is a famous thief Shi Zhongyu in the rivers and lakes recently. What are you two trying to investigate me so clearly?"

At this time, Jiang Feng picked up the scabbard he had just shot out unhurriedly, and then said to Shi Zhongjian, who wanted to speak and stopped: "Okay, don't worry so much, after eating, let's go!"

Shi Zhongjian's biggest advantage is that he never knows what rejection is. At this time, although he felt that Jiang Feng's behavior was a little inappropriate, he couldn't think of any reason to refute it, so soon, Shi Zhongjian skillfully began to use the ingredients here and some dried meat and other foods brought by Jiang Feng to handle the meal.

At that time, Aunt Mei Fanggu could really be described as a generation of strange women, not only excellent martial arts, but also a female worker cooking, and she was also very accomplished. That stone stalwart only got a fur or two from his hands, and the achievement of cooking was already extraordinary.

After a short while, a large pot of meat porridge with a bit of rural flavor but ingenuity was cooked for Shi Zhongjian.

Two wooden bowls, two wooden spoons, as the porridge was slowly poured into the wooden bowl, a rich aroma continued to waft out along the breeze on the side of the road.

A small restaurant in a square area, separated by a few tables, Jiang Feng and Li Mochou are like the voices of chickens and dogs, and they don't get along with each other.

There is nothing good or bad in this world, and there is a comparison that makes it good and bad.

Since leaving the ancient tomb like a cage, every little thing he has seen, every person he has met, and everything he has brought to Li Mochou has never ended his interest.

Even the very average level of food in this restaurant has a sense of novelty for Li Mochou. After all, the most elaborate martial arts of the Tomb Sect are the twelve less, so even their food is always the lightest.

At this time, she suddenly smelled the fragrance in the wind, and her nose involuntarily sniffed hard, and then the sound of saliva swallowing suddenly came from her body.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Driving...... ...... driving"

The sound of horses' hooves as if it rained was getting closer and closer, and the fragile ground seemed to be unable to withstand the sound of such majestic horses' hooves, and began to tremble incessantly.

A green leaf slowly fell, and before it had time to perform its dance, it was torn apart by the strong wind brought by the steed in the blink of an eye. A good horse is definitely the dream of any Jianghu people, and the horse is the most delicate means of transportation.

After two mouthfuls of porridge, the horse and the owner of the horse had already appeared in the sight of Jiang Feng and the others. The leader is a big man, born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, so strong and strong, with two giant axes behind his back, which looks like he weighs at least dozens of catties.

And behind him, there were more than a dozen knights in strong clothes, and looking at their appearance, it seemed that they were not far from here, and something big was about to happen.