"If Chu Shaoxia wants to kill me, where does the old man have a chance to speak?"

"I can afford to wait for a few words."

"Chu Shaoxia said with a smile, you left the old man to live for dozens of days, how could you send the old man back to the west so easily?"

Chu never laughed with his enemies. ”

"If Chu Shaoxia wants to kill the old man, he can do it a long time ago. He hasn't killed me yet, so naturally there is a reason for the old man to live. He knew that Chu Feng had always wanted the whereabouts of the masked man in the Shaomu Mountain, but he also knew that the whereabouts of this person was his last bargaining chip.

As soon as Chu Feng knew the identity of this person, he, the head of the Penglai faction, naturally had no reason to live.

However, since the Penglai Sect was destroyed today, he felt that Chu Feng seemed to be a little different from what he imagined.

Or that Murong Bo, who is proficient in the martial arts of a hundred schools, is more ruthless than he imagined!

......

Bai Shijing, who was sitting in Luoyang, looked at the disciple in front of him and relayed the words of Chu Feng and Du Lingzi, and thought about what Chu Feng said before, "Where did Penglai learn the swordsmanship of this sect" a few times, and suddenly remembered another thing, and asked: "Chu Feng left alone?

Another disciple next to him replied, "Miss Mu is also out of the city." ”

Another disciple rushed in from outside the door and said, "Someone from Penglai is out of the city again." "Originally, this matter should have been reported directly to Chu Feng in Buyun Xuan, but Chu Feng was not in the city at the moment, and this disciple did not dare to delay, so he simply reported here.

Bai Shijing rubbed his eyebrows and said, "How many have you left?"

"Only one ...... The remaining dozen or so people were still in that small courtyard, and when the disciples left, they didn't move. ”

Bai Shijing asked a few more questions, and then waved his hand to expel several disciples. Chu Feng and Du Lingzi went out of the north gate, Mu Wanqing walked out of the south gate, and the only one in the Penglai faction left from the east gate......

After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out what these three groups of people meant, Bai Shijing directly thought of a rough and simple way, greeted the outside of the house, and said, "Please come and sit with friends from Penglai." ”

......

Money is a god.

Turin Zi spilled a lot of silver, and exchanged it for Chu Feng's horse from the passers-by outside Luoyang City;

Pouring the chicken soup that had been cold for a while into his stomach, Du Lingzi let out a long breath of beauty, and said to Chu Feng at the door: "This chicken soup tastes good, Chu Shaoxia doesn't taste it?" In Luoyang City, the shadow of death is approaching at all times, and "unpleasant food" is no longer a simple four words for him Du Lingzi.

Chu Feng ignored him.

Du Lingzi didn't feel embarrassed at all, divided the remaining half can of chicken soup into a few bowls, and beckoned a few little guys who drooled over the chicken soup......

After those little ghosts hesitantly swept away the chicken soup, Du Lingzi said to Chu Feng again: "Chu Shaoxia must be very curious about who passed on the secret weapon technique of the old man Qingcheng faction, and I want to know who led the old man to Wanhui Tower, right?"

Chu Feng's left hand pressed on the scabbard tightened and slowly released, and said, "The head of the capital has endured it for more than a month and hasn't said it, but today he is willing to say it?"

"More than a month ago, the surname Du couldn't have imagined that my Penglai sect would have the same fate as your master. Turin said calmly. Burning the human sect to the ground for nothing, this practice is very familiar to Du Lingzi. The Jincheng Wanhui Tower, where the Boundless Sword Northern Sect settled, is like this, and the Juxian Village, where the Xuanbei Divine Monk died, is also the same fate.

Now, it's his Penglai's turn.

At first, Du Lingzi also thought that Chu Feng had done this, but when he quieted down, he faintly thought of another possibility......

Du Lingzi still remembered Murong Bo's last order, as long as he heard that the envoys of Western Xia and Tubo had arrived in the Central Plains together, he would leave for Datong......

However, when he Penglai faction heard the news of the envoys of the two countries, he had been stared at by Chu Feng and died in Luoyang City.

When I calculated, it was already a month late.

"Could it be that something is wrong?" Du Lingzi thought secretly, "Or is 'he' suspicious of our Penglai?"

"Seek skin with the tiger!" the corners of Chu Feng's mouth curled slightly, "I thought that when the head of the capital learned the martial arts of another sect from that person, he had this psychological preparation. ”

Chu Feng's unintentional words fell on the ears of Du Lingzi, who was already suspicious of Murong Bo, but it had no meaning, as if it confirmed his conjecture.

Du Lingzi laughed dryly and said: "The desire for profit is consumed, and the surname Du wanted to overwhelm Qingcheng in one fell swoop, but who knew that the mud foot was deeply trapped, so that he made mistakes again and again." ”

Chu Feng rubbed his eyebrows, completely ignoring Du Lingzi's somewhat self-justifying words, and asked directly, "Where can I meet 'him'?"

"Datong!" Du Lingzi's answer was equally direct.

......

From Luoyang to Datong, it is the route of Ma Wude, a tea merchant in Dali, who went north out of Saiwai. It's just that the big tea merchant said that his luck was really bad, and he met the Liao army before he left the customs.

Now that he has a destination, Chu Feng is not afraid of any bad water in the belly of this Penglai master, but he thinks that he is really going to meet Murong Bo in Datong, and he doesn't know what kind of brilliance the rumored "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" will bloom in his hands.

The injury on Du Lingzi's hand, with more than a month of recuperation, has been able to exert strength. The new injury to his right leg did not prevent him from riding a horse.

The two rode side by side, and they passed Taiyuan in a short time. Chu Feng asked the local natives, only to know that he had arrived in a small place called "Dai County". Speaking of which, the two of them were in a hurry, and they were already slightly off the road.

There is only one restaurant in the small county town, and there are many guests in the restaurant, but most of them are dusty, and some of them have swords directly on the table, which are obviously all martial arts people.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant saw a lot of silver, and almost didn't offer Turin Zi as an ancestor, and seriously recommended the local specialty "Wild Goose Three Times" to him......

"The shopkeeper's business is very good. Chu Feng asked with a smile.

"Where is the ......" The shopkeeper obviously couldn't hide his words, Chu Feng just asked, and he will spit out bitterness at Chu Feng and the others, saying that the business is light, and the number of guests has suddenly increased in the past few days.

The two of them easily sent the chatty shopkeeper away, and Chu Feng said in a low voice: "Leave early." "There were a lot of martial arts people who suddenly came out, and I don't know where they came from, Chu Feng glanced at it, and he didn't see anyone he knew.

However, where the warriors gather, it always means trouble.

Chu Feng just didn't want to cause too much trouble now, how to expose Murong Bo, a master hidden in the shadows, to the sun was the goal he was working hard for.

Du Lingzi obviously remembered Murong Bo's last order: to go to Datong. My heart was beating wildly: "Could it be that these people are also going to Datong?

Du Lingzi was so engrossed that he forgot to respond to Chu Feng for a while, and Chu Feng didn't care, he just glanced outside the restaurant, and forgot the words "leave early" just now......

A gray monk's robe, just turning the corner!(To be continued.) )