What makes the dialect most important is the path planned by this person, without a very clear understanding of the neighborhood, it is impossible to make such a detailed route, this is what really makes the dialect tempting. Although He Changyuan was very puzzled by this, why the dialect was so careful about such details, but in the end the dialect agreed very happily, but he no longer doubted anything else.

In fact, this matter is quite risky to say, after all, the whole thing cannot be just the two of them, and the variable is in the people who join later. Moreover, Fang Yan faintly sensed in his heart that He Changyuan's scheming was impure, and the possibility that this matter was a trap was not small, but Fang Yan had no other way to leave this place, and only this person's plan seemed to be feasible.

And Fang Yan also kept an eye on it, and since it was agreed, he tried his best to urge this person to make the trip as soon as possible, so he naturally didn't want to give the other party too much time to prepare, but who knew that this made He Changyuan convinced that Fang Yan had completely taken the bait.

After thinking about it for many days, there was no way, but I didn't expect that just after going out, someone rushed to solve it for him, and the dialect was naturally in a good mood, and he was busy preparing at his residence these days, and he prepared all his means, and it would definitely not be easy to go out this time.

At this moment, there were also two people in the city who were in the same mood as him, with a smile on their faces, sitting face to face in a room, and one of them was the He Changyuan that Fang Yan had seen. And the face of the person on the other side was like black coal, it was not the monk who made the dialect suspicious, and the two kept exchanging glasses, looking at the posture as if they were going to celebrate something.

"This person actually believed it so easily, didn't he? As far as I know, this kid surnamed Yan is also experienced, how could he have no suspicion at all, and he agreed so readily, could it be that there is fraud in it?" The black-faced monk refused to believe it, this He Changyuan was the helper he tried his best to find, and the kid surnamed Yan that he said in his mouth naturally meant dialects.

"Hmph, Jian Daoyou still suspect that it will not be possible to do it in the future, and I will wait for such a cultivation. What else is more important than accumulating resources to get married as soon as possible? The rest don't want to know, it's just that what Daoyou said about this person's wealth is true or false, don't spend a long time, but catch a small shrimp, and when the time comes, you can blame you for turning your face and being ruthless. ”

He Changyuan's face changed suddenly when he heard this, and he suddenly stared at the black-faced monk opposite and said, his expression looked a little gloomy at this moment. There is still a little bit of the gentle wind and drizzle when talking to the dialect that day.

Although He Daoyou is relieved, everything he said below is true. If you let Daoyou run in vain at that time, you will definitely give an explanation, and you will use that treasure as compensation, and there is no lie in the next place. The black-faced monk hurriedly said, the person opposite looked like a humble gentleman, but what kind of person he was, he couldn't be clearer in his heart, and he didn't dare to provoke him.

The black-faced monk's name was Jian Mo, and he was a murderer who was accustomed to killing people and looting treasures. When he infiltrated the Miao family, he was also hunted down by the enemy, and he had to hide temporarily, that is, he met the dialect there by chance. And this He Changyuan is a well-known figure in this industry, he has always only asked about interests and nothing else, and when he gets what he wants, he will naturally be at peace, otherwise no matter who the other party is, he will dare to turn his face and deny people.

In order to get this person out of the way. Jian Moke spent a lot of thought, and even did not hesitate to take out a treasure that he had treasured for many years, which made He Changyuan completely moved. Moreover, he also has words first, after killing the dialect, he only takes the exercises he cultivates, and he doesn't care about the rest of the rich goods, which can lure the other party out. It is also able to better protect itself.

"Jian Daoyou doesn't need to be like this, it's not that he covets the treasures of Daoyou, it's just that the kid surnamed Yan is not easy to follow, he has to find another helper, and he doesn't want to break the rules for a deal. If it is really as Daoyou said, this business will be taken today, and Daoyou will only take his share when he arrives. He Changyuan said with a determined face.

In his opinion. Fang Yan is just a wandering casual cultivator, although his cultivation is not low, but how strong his combat power can be, he is just a lucky person who has encountered some chances, and his luck will end when it falls into his own hands.

Although Jian Mo repeatedly mentioned the combat power of dialects, He Changyuan was very disapproving, looking at his determined appearance, Jian Mo couldn't say anything more, after a feast, the two of them left separately and prepared to go.

Who knew that in the following days, Fang Yan became very active about this matter, repeatedly urging He Changyuan to set off as soon as possible, with a posture that he couldn't wait. Unable to withstand Fang Yan's continuous questioning, the two quickly agreed that when Fang Yan went to garrison, several people began to act, and all the things such as how to meet at that time were decided, it seemed that he was more anxious than He Changyuan.

This made He Changyuan sneer, and he couldn't help but rush to find a helper, since Fang Yan was so anxious to send him to death, how could he not be fulfilled. But here, He Changyuan had just confirmed a manpower, but Fang Yan suddenly proposed to add two people, that is, the two mid-foundation building monks who had recently fought with him, and they still wanted to take care of them when they looked at the posture of Fang Yan.

He Changyuan couldn't understand it, just by saying that he was so behaving like this, it was definitely a miracle that he could live in peace until now, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart. However, he still preferred to believe in his own strength, no matter how the dialect adapted, as long as he dared to go with him, sooner or later he would become a ghost under his sword.

It's just that the dialect proposed to increase the number of people, He Changyuan is unwilling, the reason is also very simple, one more person will have to get an extra share, and the two people recommended by the dialect are only in the middle stage of foundation building, which is not very useful at all. Saying this is naturally high-sounding, so that the dialect is not easy to say anything, but he is also worried that the dialect will have extraneous branches, so he hurriedly stepped up the preparations before departure, and has no time to take care of anything else.

How did he know the true intention of the tongue, and the reason why he did this not only made him unable to make more preparations in a hurry, but also took the opportunity to find out the truth of this person. Who knew that this person had inadvertently slipped out of his mouth again, and also informed Fang Yan of the source of this news, this time it was provided by a spy he had personally arranged for him to infiltrate the Dao Gate a few years ago, and he said it triumphantly in a conversation with Fang Yan.

As far as Fang Yan knows, this kind of thing is indeed quite common in the Daomen, especially in some sects in South Vietnam, but this makes the Fang Yan feel reassured, not because he no longer doubts the motives of this person, but because he is confident that this trip can successfully reach the area controlled by the Daomen. No matter what the man's intentions are, when he gets there, the dialect can stay or leave, and if the man really threatens him, the dialect has no scruples.

A few days later, the day after he arrived at the station, the man sent a message to Fang Yan, and agreed to leave early the next morning. This kind of thing is nothing among the monks who are stationed at the forefront of them, and it is not too far anyway, and if all goes well, they can return the same day.

However, when Fang Yan got there, he never returned, and even if this person's purpose was really to attack the Daomen monks, Fang Yan might surprise them. As soon as he thought of He Changyuan's style, Fang Yan didn't feel a little funny, such a clumsy trick even thought he had a plan, and then everything would be known.

In the early morning, Fang Yan quietly left the station, habitually checked the surroundings, and found nothing unusual, so he greeted several guards with a calm demeanor, and left the residence and flew out. But there was one thing that made Fang Yan feel strange, the black-faced monk had left the station for some reason last night, and left alone.

Since this person will find a way to send someone to keep an eye on the dialect, and the dialect has already guarded against him, it is natural that he will pay close attention to his every move, and this little thing is also a matter of effort for him, just give orders to the guards at the station. It's just that at this moment, Fang Yan didn't expect that this person's abnormal behavior was related to himself, and the cause of this so-called surprise attack was also this person.

When he came to the rendezvous place as promised, He Changyuan was already waiting there, and there was another person beside him, dressed in a black robe, with a slightly pale face. However, this person's cultivation is slightly higher than that of the dialect, and he has reached the consummation of the foundation building period, and he is only one step away from the knot.

Although He Changyuan tried his best to say it, his calculation dialect has been basically figured out, and the appearance of this person can completely show that He Changyuan does have other intentions. This black-clothed monk's surname is Qu, and he treats people extremely coldly, perhaps because he believes that his cultivation is the highest, and he looks like he loves to ignore it, and he doesn't say a total of ten words in his mouth.

What a veteran of the dialect, his face did not show the slightest displeasure, and he still had that indifferent expression. He Changyuan carefully observed the expression of the dialect, and after a few brief explanations, the group of three hurried on the road.

Just as they were leaving, the two of them made a secret eye contact, only to see the monk surnamed Qu nodding slightly, silently falling at the end of the line. He Changyuan took the lead and flew directly to the front of the team to lead the way, just sandwiching the dialect in the middle, as if it was unintentional, but the actions of the two still fell under the eyes of the dialect.

The road was also smooth, and indeed how Changyuan said, the destination of this trip was only less than a thousand miles, except for the constant detour and waste a little time, in the afternoon a few people fell in a wood. Dozens of miles ahead, there was a mine pit that had long been abandoned, because the underground mine there was extremely complicated, and it happened to be the closest place to the Demon Gate stronghold, so it naturally became the foothold of the Daomen spies.

However, this place is not far from the forward stronghold of the Daomen, strictly speaking, this place has entered the defense area of the Daomen, if there is no clear target to come here, I am afraid that it is more likely to be ambushed by the opponent. Looking at He Changyuan's confident appearance, perhaps the person who contacted him was quite reliable, but this matter was not completely fabricated out of thin air.

"Sure enough, I invited myself to make a fortune, I'm afraid that these two people are not so kind, and when those Daomen monks die, it will be my turn next, right?" Fang Yan was extremely calm in his heart, but he didn't stop at his feet, and followed He Changyuan to rush forward, but the afterglow in his eyes never forgot the black-clothed monk behind him.

After a short time, a hole overgrown with grass appeared at the end of the valley, He Changyuan suddenly took out a messenger from the storage bag, looked at it with a happy face, and then said to the two behind him, "Hurry up", and then went into the hole. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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