Chapter 53, suspicious people should be used and people should be suspicious

Murong Fu did not choose to rest at the helm of the Beggar Gang Dazhi like most of the other visitors from the rivers and lakes, but left directly. Qiao Feng attached great importance to Murong Fu, and first personally greeted him for a while, and then sent the helmsman of the Great Wisdom Branch, Quan Guanqingxiang, to send him away from the Great Wisdom Helm.

The cold wind blew on his face and swept his heart, and Murong Fu, who had accumulated infinite anger and terrible hatred at the group meeting, gradually calmed down in his heart as he walked out of the rudder of Great Wisdom, and his originally calm and majestic steps were hesitant and hesitant at this time.

After walking for a while, Bao Wei, who was more delicate, found that Murong Fu was not a high-minded talker on weekdays, but was silent and silent, without saying a word, and even revealed worries that could not be concealed between his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but be surprised, and asked: "Son, if we and Shaolin, the beggar gang and other Jianghu sects eradicate the ink dumping pool at this beggar gang conference, then the reputation of the prince above the rivers and lakes will definitely rise to another level, and it will be easier for the Murong family to restore the country at that time, but why do you have hidden worries between your eyebrows?" After a pause, Bao Wei smiled: "Could it be that Gongzi is still worried that he won't be able to take a mere ink pouring pond when he gathers the entire land of rivers and lakes?" Speaking of this, Bao Wei closed his mouth, and a pair of already big eyes were even bigger and huge, and there was an incredible look on his eyes and face, and anyone could interpret a sentence from Bao Wei's face: "Could it be that Gongzi is worried about this situation?"

"Shouldn't it be? Once upon a time, you have seen Mo Dump Chi so careless, and he was actually held by Shaolin and the beggar gang one after another, this is not like his demeanor and means of exhaustion. Murong Fu's face was gloomy, since he came into contact with Mo Dump Chi, he had an indescribable fear of Ink Dump Chi, and even a little bit of fear that he had to admit, this jealousy and fear had been deeply rooted in his mind.

The three of them widened their eyes, Bao Wei opened his mouth, and asked in surprise without even saying a mantra: "Could it be that the evidence controlled by Shaolin and the beggar gang is not ironclad evidence, but deliberately forged by Mo Tingchi?"

Murong Fu sighed softly: "I'm more worried about another situation, the evidence in the hands of Master Xuan Ci and Qiao Feng is real. After saying this, Murong Fu, who was in an irritable mood, stopped talking to the three retainers, rode his horse again, and rushed straight to Qingyunzhuang.

Deng Baichuan, who was rushing to the beggar gang to divide the rudder, met Murong Fu in the bustling bazaar, and Deng Baichuan immediately told Murong Fu about Wang Yuyan's analysis, which shocked Murong Fu.

"Nine days later, at the beginning of July, at the invitation of Shaolin and the beggar gang, there were no less than 100 heroes in the rivers and lakes who participated in the beggar gang conference. Gu Mozhi and Song Yangzi left the rudder of the beggar gang, walked in the forest, and laughed softly, the two of them have martial arts in the world, within a radius of several miles, any wind and grass can hardly escape their ears and eyes, so their words are unscrupulous.

Song Yangzi smiled slightly, smiling very loudly, but his tone was cold: "I believe that no matter how much effort they exert themselves, the result can only be that they eat the consequences of their own evil and be defeated. ”

Gu Mozhi looked at the Daoist in front of him in surprise, who had the spirit of the immortal wind and Dao bones, but had the heart of entering the world, and asked, "The old man has always had a doubt, how much do you know about this plan of the Ink Dumping Pool, and why do you trust the Ink Tilting Pool so much?"

An extremely pleasant smile appeared on Song Yangzi's face, a strange look flashed in his sharp eyes full of a warm aura, and he said softly: "It doesn't hurt to tell you, I can be regarded as ignorant of this plan, because Mo Gongzi only sent me a word of mouth: take some disciples to Suzhou to join the major sects, and there is nothing else." ”

"That's all?" Hakuma couldn't help but be surprised.

Songyangzi said: "That's true, so I can be regarded as ignorant of this plan, but even so, I don't question Mo Gongzi, I won't question a person who pulls the Songshan Sword Sect back from the brink of death." ”

Gu Mozhi pondered for a long time before he came back to his senses from Song Yangzi's words, and he couldn't explain clearly the art of Mo Dumping Pond with two words of admiration, and he said: "So you have always believed that the evidence in the hands of Master Shaolin Xuanci and the leader of the beggar gang Qiao Feng is actually carefully forged?"

Song Yangzi shook his head and said: "Maybe so, maybe not, but I believe that a Mo Dump Chi is a person who has the world in mind, so even if the evidence in the hands of Shaolin and the beggars is true, there is absolutely no fallacy in Mo Gongzi's actions, and there is definitely a reason for him." ”

At this moment, Gu Mozhi was completely speechless, he understood that Songyangzi, who was willing to use the Songshan faction to confront Shaolin for the sake of a mere ink dumping pond three months ago, had already unconditionally believed in the ink dumping pool.

A thought appeared in Gu Mozhi's mind, at this time, the Ink Dumping Pool in the Heroes Meeting had not only laid out a Songyangzi, but also did it spread other people? Such as Zuo Qiu Ming, the owner of Zuojiazhuang, Ouyang Qingfeng, the head of the Iron Sword Sect, or Murong Fu? In an instant, Gu Mozhi felt that the Ink Dumping Pool was even more unfathomable.

Gu Mozhi didn't notice that while he was pondering, Song Yangzi was glancing at him with a very strange look, and there were many complicated expressions in that glance, sarcasm, contempt, and coldness, and he muttered in a low voice in a voice that only he could hear: "Suspicious people need to use, use people to be suspicious; ”

After everyone left, only Xuan Ci, Xuan Sheng, and Xuan Lin were left in the rudder, as well as Qiao Feng, Bai Shijing, Wu Changfeng, Xi Sanqi, Song Ci, and Xiang Jichen, the elder of the Gonggong, among which Xi Sanqi, Song Ci, and Xiang Jichen were all the way to Suzhou, and the reason was that when Qiao Feng was assassinated and Elder Chen Guyan was hit hard, at this time, important figures from Shaolin and the Beggars Gang gathered to discuss only three things.

1. Closely dispatch disciples to lay hidden piles near Wenyi Longyuan, even if Wenyi Longyuan and Mo Dumping Pond make every move. Originally, Wu Changfeng, Song Ci, Xi Sanqi and others suggested that the disciples of the gun were mixed into Wenyi Longyuan to see if they could get any clues, but in the end, this decision was denied by Qiao Feng and Xuan Ci, and Qiao Feng said directly: At this time, sending beggars to lurk into Wenyi Longyuan is no less than a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, and Mo Dumping Chi is also unforgiving.

Therefore, the plan of Xi Sanqi and others can only be terminated.

2. About the location of the beggar gang conference and the martial arts people who came to participate in the beggar gang conference. Xuan Ci had already made a list and handed it to Qiao Feng, plus the list in Qiao Feng's hand, and the people who participated in the beggar gang conference this time were also determined.

3. Guards, except for the disciples of the Beggar Gang and the people on the invitation list this time, no one is allowed to break into the apricot forest.

The three o'clock was quickly determined, and then the elder Xi Sanqi took a kind of beggar to help the disciples go to Wenyi Longyuan, and after laying the secret pile, Xi Sanqi personally sent the invitation to Wenyi Longyuan.

After Xi Sanqi left Wenyi Longyuan, Xiang Jichen, an elder who had already arrived, immediately opened his mouth to inquire about the situation: "What is the result?"

Among the beggars, Xi Sanqi is a well-known delicate person, second only to Chen Guyan in terms of scheming, and no one in the beggar gang can compare with him, after walking out of Wenyi Longyuan, Xi Sanqi seems to have changed a person, and the elders waited for a long time before Xi Sanqi spoke: "I estimate that Mo Dumping Pool should have recognized me, and I think that the hidden stakes we laid at the gate of Wenyi Longyuan should not have much effect." ”

"Why?" Elder Chuangong was slightly shocked, he had been friends for many years, he had never seen Xi Sanqi show such a depressed side, and for a while he couldn't help but wonder what Xi Sanqi had encountered in Wenyi Longyuan?

Xi Sanqi shook his head without explaining, the calm but meaningful eyes flashed in his mind from time to time, and he sighed deeply and said: "It's nothing, but we need to change the plan, and the deployment of Wenyi Longyuan doesn't need to be changed, but we need the disciples of the beggar gang to collect information up and down Suzhou City, especially around the apricot forest, so as not to have any accidents." ”

"Okay, I'll tell the helper right away. ”

"I'll go take a look at Elder Chen Guyan, and let's go our separate ways. After that, Xi Sanqi, the six elders of the Beggar Gang, left, and the gloomy look in his eyes could not be dispelled.

Xiang Jichen returned to Dazhi and told Qiao Feng about Xi Sanqi's suggestion, it was dark at that time, but Qiao Feng immediately implemented Xi Sanqi's suggestion and assigned the task, at this time, Qiao Feng and Xi Sanqi felt like walking on thin ice.

Since he has been in the rivers and lakes, he has faced many powerful and terrifying opponents, I don't know how many people with excellent wisdom and viciousness in the martial arts court, I don't know how many murderous alien races have been faced, and I don't know how many times he has fallen into a desperate situation of death, he has never been so like now, although he clearly knows that the ink pool has not made a move, but he feels that the breath of the ink pool has made up for the top and bottom of Suzhou, and he even feels that the ink pool has laid a net for him to drill.

"I, Qiao Feng, stand on top of the sky, worthy of the world, Mo Dump Chi, if all this is really your calculation, then come, I Qiao Feng will take it. Qiao Feng stared at the night that would not disperse, and a pair of eyes shone with amazing light in the darkness, like a bright light, illuminating the way ahead.

But the night has never been dispersed, like a giant hand covering the world, and a little light seems to be just a drop in the ocean above the vast world.

Time is fleeting, and it will soon be the sixth day of the seventh month.

On this day, the ink pouring pond that you have been in the Wenyi Longyuan for ** days finally walked out of the Wenyi Longyuan, and for a while, the small move of the ink pouring pool caused the beggars to shake violently and even the rivers and lakes of Suzhou.

It is enough to shock the rivers and lakes with a gesture, and this statement is very suitable for Mo Dumping Chi at this moment.

"Where did Mo Dump Chi go?" At this time, there were already sixty or seventy fellow martial arts practitioners who came to the rudder of the beggar gang, all of whom were celebrities in the rivers and lakes, Qiao Feng asked the disciple of the communication.

"Qingunzhuang. ”

"Qingyunzhuang, isn't that the residence of Murong Gongzi?"