"The old man is really a good worker! If I had his craft, I wouldn't have come to ask for this drudgery!" Qin Yan said sarcastically.

"The pursuit of the ancients is not something that we juniors can understand. At night, you go and hand over the portrait to Yang Gongzi and ask her to find a chance to put it in Sun Buren's bedroom...... Wait, the bedroom is still too close, maybe it will be swallowed, or you have to choose another place. My family thinks about ......"

"Wutong Temple!" Qin Yan patted his head, "Last time when the old poison asked me to go fishing, I saw a Wutong Temple in the upper reaches of the river, and the incense had long been cut off, and basically no one went to that kind of place." I'll do it!"

Yu Hanyan nodded: "Then we have to let Yang Gongzi spread the news, well, the man surnamed Ma who played cards with you last time should be a good candidate." He had tasted the sweetness of the Zhan Lu sword, and he definitely didn't want to miss this opportunity. By letting Cheng Gang know the news, the matter is half done. ”

"Only halfway there?"

Yu Hanyan smiled lowly and said, "You threw a bone to a dog, where can you go to watch the dog fight?"

Qin Yan said: "How does the other half proceed?"

"Find someone again. ”

"Looking for whom?"

Yu Hanyan blinked: "Xiao Mengwei." ”

"Xiao Meng lost most of his subordinates in the ghost mansion last time, and now it is difficult to compete with Cheng Gang anymore! ”

"Ge Xinglie won't go. His heart is very big, and a portrait of Concubine Ming is not worth his shot. Don't underestimate Xiao Mengwei, he has a big backer behind him, and his reputation in the rivers and lakes is beyond the reach of Haochengang, even if it is a demon like Gu Wuzhi, he has to sell the elders of his family a face, otherwise he would have been wiped out in the ghost mansion last time. He's been silent for so long lately, and he's recruited some more men, and he must need some results to boost morale. This is a great opportunity to ......"

"How do you tell him?"

Yu Hanyan slowly said a name: "Forrest Gump." ”

"Do you want to go through Yang Gongzi's mouth again?" Qin Yan frowned slightly, "I always feel that it's a little bad that we always use her like this." ”

"What's wrong, could it be that you are distressed?" Yu Hanyan's lips curled slightly, and he looked at him and said, "She is willing to be driven by you, you have something to do with her, she should be willing, why do you want to deprive her of this happiness?"

Qin Yan heard the sourness in her words, secretly said that it was not good, coughed lightly, and changed the topic: "I don't seem to see Forrest Gump today, hasn't he been wandering around......"

Forrest Gump, of course, will not show up today. He was tied to the cabinet by the dwarf and impermanent Tang Qing, stuffed a wet cloth in his mouth, shouted that the sky should not be, and the earth was not spiritual, he really wanted to cry without tears.

However, he should be glad that Tang Qing didn't kill him directly with a sword, which shows that he is still a somewhat useful person. He was now weeping in the darkness as he waited for his little skill to come in handy.

After Tang Qing locked the cabinet door, he never came back. Perhaps, never to come back.

It's night, and the moon hangs in the sky.

After a lively day, Ebony Town has calmed down, most of them have entered the land of black and sweet, only in the distance of the town corner, from time to time there are one or two intermittent dog barks, disturbing people's dreams.

Qin Yan carried a portrait of Concubine Ming worth 300,000 taels of silver, and walked carefully under the moonlight.

Because the contents of his arms may be worth more than his human head, his steps are extraordinarily heavy, and he looks back as he walks, and his sneaky movements are more like thieves carrying stolen goods.

The more worried you are, the more you will provoke ghosts. After a while, a shadow quietly appeared in the distance behind him, and Hao followed him silently.

When he came to the river, the water shimmering in the moonlight, he stopped by the river for a while, and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Come out, I see you!"

No one answered in the four fields, only the wind swayed.

The shadow was shrewd, and saw that he was bluffing, so he ignored it.

Qin Yan thought about it, it might not be convenient to carry valuables, so he pretended not to know, looked around and listened for a moment, then jumped forward, traced the river, and fell lightly in front of the Wutong Temple.

There are two white fruit trees growing at the entrance of the temple, the temple is overgrown with weeds and barren, and the dilapidated shrine is covered with a thick layer of cobwebs, which indeed looks like no one has been here for a long time.

Qin Yan nodded with satisfaction. Such a desolate scene meets the requirements of the stage he will set up.

He deftly penetrated through the door, passing through the spider silk, stepping through the snow without a trace, not even the slightest mob of dust was disturbed.

He scrutinized everything in the temple and made sure that there had never been any hidden compartments in the temple before, so he stopped in front of the statue.

Using the Imperial Weapon to create a dark grid, although he had never done this kind of thing before, it was not a difficult thing to think about.

With that done, he slowly approached the door, stood in the shadow of the eaves, and peeked out through the crack in the door.

The shadow outside had been waiting for a long time, and it seemed to be still patient, lurking in the shadows and not moving. His aura was extremely concealed, and even with Qin Yan's supernatural powers, it was difficult to determine his location.

The dew on the grass grew heavier.

The man still didn't show his head, and he was competing with Qin Yan for patience. Qin Yan's divine thoughts had already searched several places nearby, but he couldn't find any trace of him. If it weren't for a strong intuition in his heart, he would have wondered if he was wrong.

He waited for a long time, and finally caught a glimpse of the discord that flashed somewhere in the qi engine outside the door, and immediately flew out and rushed straight over.

The man was still in the air, and he drew the blade from his waist. It was the divine sword taken from Lao Xue's corpse, Qing Ming. Once unsheathed, a faint glow spreads, enveloping a large area of space in front of it. The figure of the man hiding in the shadows was unobstructed under the dazzling cold light.

Qin Yan saw the man's face clearly, but he was taken aback, and forcibly pressed the sword qi that was swung out, paused five steps in front of him, and said in amazement: "Senior Gu, why are you here?"

The man was on crutches, with a kind face, looking at him with a smile, who is it not the Seven Peerless Gu Wuzhi?

Qin Yan looked at him carefully a few times, and suddenly said in a loud voice: "Senior Gu, I didn't find the thing you asked me to get. Could it be that someone took it?"

Gu Wuzhi said suspiciously: "What did the old man tell you to get it? didn't he ask you to put things away?"

The look on his face was not fake. Qin Yan nodded and said, "Senior, don't blame, I'm just joking." As soon as he finished saying this, Gu Wuzhi was about to speak, but he saw Qin Yan wave his right hand, and the Qing Ying Sword shot out like lightning, stabbing into his chest in an instant!