Li Banfeng's stepping through Wanchuan attracted Hong Ying's praise.
"Yingying, if you have any 100% of the methods to break through Wanchuan, how much has I learned?"
Hong Ying calculated carefully for a while: "80% more, there should be some."
"Only 80%?" Li Banfeng was dissatisfied, "Why do we make two moves?"
Hong Ying said happily: "Okay."
Li Banfeng looked behind Hong Ying, focused his mind, and was about to make a move when he suddenly realized that Hong Ying was missing.
"Yingying, I have said two moves, which means breaking through the Wanchuan River." Li Banfeng summoned Banfeng Yi and was about to let him take this move. Suddenly, Yingying appeared and pinched Li Banfeng's nose.
"Qilang, your skills are really good, but the foundation of the Taoist sect is a little poor. I use the wind to increase my steps on the ground, but your eyes still can't keep up."
As a black shadow, Fan Feng Yi was scared at the moment: "Old A, stop playing with her anymore. She laughed at her. She seemed to have completely recovered."
"It's OK to recover!" Li Banfeng moved his legs and feet, "Only by practicing real skills can we learn."
"Then what, listen to me, you're so happy, call them all out, don't let me be here alone, wait for a while, your phone rings!"
The simple phone on Li Banfeng's body rang, and it was called by Qifang Pineapple with a hook.
During this period, Pineapple and Basu drove the Tianyi City and were tracking passenger ships leaving Chaoge, and now they have finally determined the route of the ship.
"Seventh Master, this passenger ship travels between Chaoge and Dingye. The previous inferences before the Eight Calculations is correct. I have seen many members of the royal family and saw Nian Shangyou return to Chaoge with the ship. Based on this, the bandit camp is in Dingye City."
Li Banfeng asked, "Where is Dingye City?"
Basuan said: "It is a place where grain is produced. There are a large number of dependents who are responsible for farming. They rarely have the opportunity to leave the city. It is indeed a wise move to arrange the bandit camp in the Dingye."
Are you really in Dingye City?
If you make a wrong judgment, you will suffer a great loss.
Bashu took the hook: "Seventh Master, I think this is not wrong. A passenger ship dedicated to the royal family can also allow people like Nian Shangyou to travel with the ship. From a probability perspective, this is the troop transport ship of the Bang Bian Camp."
Judging from common sense, the eight calculations are inferred correctly.
Nian Shangyou was born as a warrior. He went to Dingye to check the situation of the bandit camp training. Now the bandit camp may be about to take shape.
But after thinking about it again, Qiao Yi might have deliberately sent Nian Shang to swim out to cover up his eyes.
This is really hard to judge.
Nian Shangyou picked up a handkerchief, folded it neatly, and placed it on the table.
Then he took out a silver needle, looked at his thigh, gritted his teeth, and stabbed it in one needle.
He is a warrior and can withstand swords and axes, but he is afraid of being stabbed by needles.
My nose became sore, my eyes turned red, and tears were rolling in my eyes, but it didn't flow out.
This won't work.
Nian Shangyou drooped the fish eye Qing, raised the silver needle, gritted his teeth, and stabbed it again.
This time I was pierced deeply and the position was correct. With the severe pain, tears finally came out.
These tears cannot be wiped. You must lower your head and let the tears slide down your cheeks and fall on your handkerchief.
The teardrops successfully fell, the handkerchief was wet, and I waited for more than a minute, but I didn't see any response.
Nian Shangyou was very anxious. When the tears were dry, if he didn't respond, he would have to squeeze another tear.
After waiting for a while, Nian Shangyou vaguely saw the sad face on the tears, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was the connection.
"Brother, you're short on your story. What's the progress of the mission?"
The reason why I want to tell a long story is that I can't grasp the key points of resentment and sorrow, and he will tell everything he does in detail.
This is not a question of his ability to express himself. It is obviously a matter of taking credit as a vote. He has to ask for rewards after doing something. In the end, he has not corrected his attitude and position, and has not figured out what he deserves to do.
Fortunately, Nian Shangyou has a broad mind and can still listen to grievances and sorrows for a few more words.
Of course, I listened to it. For Nian Shangyou, it was irrelevant to Nian Shangyou. No matter how much you say it, Nian Shangyou couldn't remember a single word.
Resentment and sorrow reported on the progress of the task: "In the past few days, Ma Junyang has been staying in Xiaoyaowu."
Nian Shangyou nodded slightly and waited for more than half a minute. The tears on the handkerchief were almost drying, and resentment and sorrow said this.
"What do you do in Xiaoyaowu?" Nian Shangyou asked.
"Manage business."
Nian Shangyou was stunned.
What is this called reporting?
He didn't explain clearly what happened in the middle.
"You said more details."
"Registration, record records, and recruit singers." The grievance and sadness finished again.
"He did this? What about the others?"
"Others" The sad voice was a little stuck, and the tears on the handkerchief were almost gone.
Nian Shangyou shouted, "Brother, the handkerchief is going to be dried."
This handkerchief is a magic weapon for communication between two people. It can only work if there are tears. Nian Shangyou and Jujue are each holding a handkerchief, and one person repairs the tears. Both handkerchiefs will be wet, and the contact will not be interrupted.
In the past, Nian Shangyou didn’t need to remind him of such things. He was the subordinate who was crying and cultivating, and he was the one who repaired the tears.
But today I was so sad that Nian Shangyou had no choice but to pick up the silver needle and stab myself again.
It was also a big blame for his move too quickly. He pierced too deeply and couldn't speak for a long time.
After resuming contact, Nian Shangyou finally heard a sad reply: "There is nothing else."
Nian Shangyou taught the fish-beard and his tone changed: "Brother, if you have this attitude, I will be in front of Lord Qiao,
It's not easy to talk to you."
"The subordinates have a very positive attitude."
Nian Shangyou emphasized his tone: "Since you have a good attitude, you should understand what your duty is. It's not the errand I asked you to do. This is the task given to you by the court!"
"Subsidiary is responsible."
"Since you dare to say that you are fulfilling your duties, I'll ask you, what Ma Junyang did the night before, and you told me one by one."
This is not nonsense.
Nian Shangyou didn’t ask about today or yesterday, but he just wanted to ask about the day before yesterday to prove that he was prepared.
Resentful and sad answered: "At 7 o'clock the day before yesterday, Ma Junyang and his famous socialite Ye Qingyin had dinner. At 8 o'clock, they took the two new singers to take the exam. At 9 o'clock, they recorded a record with Jiang Mengting, and went back to their room to rest at 10 o'clock."
"Jiang Mengting has left Xiaoyaowu, why are she still recording a record?"
"The first talented woman Zhang Xiuling personally wrote a song for Jiang Mengting. Zhang Xiuling was also present when recording the record."
"Who did Ma Junyang sleep with at night? Are they those two new singers?"
It's a bit difficult to ask about this.
But Juxue still answered clearly: "He didn't sleep with the singer at night. There were three people before and after sleeping with him. Two of them were aliens from Xindi, one was a mosquito, the other was a willow tree, and the other was a leftover, not a seed of blood from Prosou."
Speaking of this, Nian Shangyou has nothing to be picky about, but Nian Shangyou knows that the resentment and sorrow is wrong: "Brother, you can't be anxious about some things. You are diligent in your work. Everyone sees it. It's your fault. You can't escape. You can't be confused because of a moment of grievance.
I have suffered a lot of grievances. Let’s say that when I sent you to Daoguiling before, your business was not done. It is not easy for me to explain to Lord Qiao that Nian Shangyou was about to knock on his grievances, but he found that the tears on the handkerchief were about to dry again.
Why did you do it so quickly this time?
Nian Shangyou gave him another shot, quickly continued his tears, and only heard the resentment and sadness say: "I will leave."
The contact was interrupted.
Nian Shangyou was angry and went to the yard, picked a piece of orchid leaf from the flowerbed, pinched the leaf veins, and said to the broken mouth: "Look at the resentment and sorrow, if there is anything wrong, tell me immediately."
Shangguo, Yuexingcheng.
This is a dynamic city that travels through the seabed all year round. The city belongs to the Baixiao League and performs tasks in Shangguo most of the time.
Li Banfeng walked around the street and felt that this place was not much different from the previous Sui'an Town.
"There are still differences," Zuo Anna felt a little sad. "Sui'an Town's action is more secretive. Although the speed of Yuexingcheng is faster, it is too easy to expose its whereabouts. Every time I perform a mission, I feel worried."
Li Banfeng asked: "Didn't you think about taking back Sui'an Town?"
Last time, Zuo Anna failed to attack the bandit camp, and Sui'an Town was taken away by pursuers led by Jujueshan. Zuo Anna's identity in the Baixiao League plummeted.
No one mentioned this in front of her. Today, Li Banfeng mentioned it. Zuo Anna wanted to pretend to be relieved, but she pretended not to be like "It is impossible to retake Sui'an Town," Zuo Anna controlled her emotions, but could not control the word order. "I made a mistake, it was irreversible, and I almost implicated Cui Tik."
Li Banfeng said: "Maybe there is a way to save it. If you can find the bandit camp, even if Sui'an Town cannot be taken back, you can give an explanation to the dead soldiers."
Zuo Anna suddenly stopped: "Master Qi, aren't this just saying it casually?"
Li Banfeng said: "Just say it casually. I didn't take it seriously at all, and I didn't receive any news."
"Seventh Master!" Zuo Anna raised her tone, "I can't tease me this. I'm a little sensible. Once I take it seriously, I can't let it go."
Li Banfeng took Zuo Anna to a corner of the street and asked in a low voice: "Do you know this place in Dingye?"
Sorrow came to the big dance floor of Xiaoyaowu. He was still sitting in the same position, wearing the same woolen coat, smoking the same brand of cigarettes, and lit the same bottle of wine.
This is a taboo. If you do this work, you should not leave an impression on others.
Manager Zhang had long noticed his grievances and sorrows. At first he thought this person was here to ask for an explanation. After all, he was beaten in Xiaoyaowu, so it was reasonable to come back to find justice.
But Manager Zhang gave money, but this person didn't want it. He gave gifts, but this person didn't accept it. He wanted to invite him to have a meal and drink a glass of wine. This person didn't give him face. Xiaoyaowu opened at 4 pm every afternoon, and his grievance sat here until he closed at 5 pm.
Manager Zhang felt that this person’s origin was not simple, so he did not dare to deal with it without authorization, so he could only tell Ma Wu about the matter.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the pillars went down to rest, and several new singers took turns to sing on the stage.
This is called the nightclub. A lot of the audience left, and those who stayed were experts. They were very picky in listening to music and were merciless. Singers who sang well would soon be assigned to better time. If they were not good, they would go to work at 4:30 tomorrow afternoon and sing warm-up songs.
There are also those who are neither good nor bad, and they sing in the nightclub. After several years, they even sing a lot of fame.
Su Luning, who was singing on stage, is a famous night song queen. She didn't go to other times or compete with others. She sang from 11 o'clock to 1 a.m. Many people present came for her.
Su Luning was singing "Mei Niang Song" on stage, and Ma Junyang sat next to the sad side and asked the guy to have two bottles of wine.
Seeing this, Juxue looked at Ma Wu and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I only drink one bottle of wine every day, so I can't drink too much."
Ma Wu smiled and said, "Drink more and less, you can do whatever you want. I just want to find someone to listen to music and relieve my boredom together."
Nodded sadly: "I like listening to music very much, listening to music is the most interesting thing."
Ma Wu smiled and said, "Who will sing? A newcomer came yesterday. She asked her to go on stage to warm up at four o'clock. She sang halfway through a song. There was an old man in the audience who almost drooled his anger."
I thought about it after a grudge and sadness: "Is this person called Liao Manqing? I heard her sing yesterday, and I almost couldn't get angry at that time.
Why did you let her go to the stage with such a person?"
Ma Wu sighed lightly: "She is the daughter of General Liao, a regular visitor to Xiaoyaowu. She is a good person and has given us a lot of care. This girl has no other requests and just wants to go on stage to sing a song. She doesn't choose the time period. I must agree to this wish."
Juxue asked, "Are she still here today?"
"Come on, you'll be on the court at 3 a.m., do you still want to hear it?"
He nodded sadly: "I think it's really my opinion. It's probably not just me, but many people want to listen. Don't care about the good or bad singing, this person is really interesting."
The more they talked, the more they became more and more involved. After Su Luning sang a few songs, the newcomer Xie Wanqing took the stage.
She sang a song "Qiu Shui Yiren", and her voice was not outstanding, but she had a good attitude. She stood on the stage, the band, danced with her, the audience, the rhythm, the measure, and the atmosphere seemed to be under her control.
He said sadly: "This person has seen many worlds, which are different from other singers."
Ma Wu nodded: "I can see that the last person who can calm the scene like her is Jiang Mengting. Unfortunately, Xie Wanqing has an extraordinary demeanor and a normal voice, otherwise she will become a queen of the song in the future."
Listen carefully for a while: "Her voice is indeed not very good, but her songs make people feel familiar and intimate."
Ma Wu deeply agreed: "It is indeed as you said, familiar, and it seems to have heard it somewhere."
Juxue picked up the wine glass and shook it: "Does it seem?"
"Hmm?" Ma Wu was stunned. This sentence seemed to have a different meaning.
The resentment and sorrow did not repeat again. He kept staring at Xie Wanqing on the stage: "I want to give her a bouquet of flowers."
Ma Wu said: "If you send any flowers, just say it, and hang them on my account."
Sorrowful and sad, "Send orchids, orchids are suitable for her."
Ma Wu wanted to instruct the waiter to prepare a bouquet of orchids, but he was about to speak, but he swallowed the words back.
He looked at the grief and asked, "Do you think it's appropriate to send orchids?"
Grievance drank the wine in the glass: "What do you think?"
Ma Wu thought for a while and said, "I think it may not be appropriate tonight."
Xie Wanqing finished singing a song, and Juxue and Ma Wu applauded her.
Ma Wu asked with grievances and sadness: "Isn't it not appropriate to sit here and talk to you?"
Sorrow nodded slightly: "It's very inappropriate."
At one o'clock in the morning, Ma Wu returned to the bedroom. Song Cuiqing took his hand and led him to the dressing table: "Wuro,
Help me draw my eyebrows.”
Ma Wu held the eyebrow pencil and observed it carefully for a while.
Song Cuiqing's eyebrows are not very easy to draw. Each of her eyebrows is as slender and tough as pine needles, with a green color, standing upright above her eye sockets.
"Wulang, why haven't you painted it yet?" Song Cuiqing was unhappy. "Do you dislike me?"
Ma Wu smiled and said, "I can't bear to hate you. I just get fascinated when I smell the rosin smell on you."
Song Cuiqing said coquettishly: "This is quite conscientious. I have heard of your reputation in Xindi. I only say that no man in this world can compare to you. I walked thousands of miles on the God of Land on my back and came to find you. Do you know how much risk I took for you."
Ma Wu carefully drew an eyebrow to Song Cuiqing: "I have asked you to tell me the name of the god of the land, but you just don't listen.
I know a lot of land gods. If you ask me to sell me my favor, I will definitely not make things difficult for you in the future."
Song Cuiqing poked Ma Wu's forehead and said, "I know you have the ability, but I don't want to tell the truth. I, a girl, traveled thousands of miles apart to deliver it to you. I can't laugh at me if I hear it?"
Ma Wu pinched Song Cuiqing's face, which had a unique texture of pine bark: "Okay, listen to you, no one will say it,
I'm hungry, so I'll ask my guy to prepare some refreshments later."
"What refreshment do I have? I have something to eat!" Song Cuiqing's face turned red, she pulled out a pine tower from her hair, peeled out two pine nuts, bit it, and fed the nut to Ma Wu with her mouth.
Ma Wu ate sweetly and hugged Song Cuiqing tightly in his arms.
The atmosphere is here, and it will be inappropriate if you don’t do some things.
Ma Wu was also sighing in his heart that Song Cuiqing was good in everything, especially the drops of rosin, which was really irresistible to Ma Wu.
But the only drawback is that she is a little awkward.
The pine trees in Proau are not so erected.
Nian Shangyou was sleeping soundly in the bedroom, and a piece of orchid leaves flew on his face in the courtyard.
The beard touched the flowers and leaves, awakening Nian Shangyou. Nian Shangyou grabbed the leaves and broke the veins. A woman's voice came from inside: "Ji Xue and Ma Junyang talked in the big dance floor for a long time. I couldn't hear what they said, nor could they see their mouth shape."
Nian Shangyou taught him a beard and said, "How come you can't hear it?"
"The resentment and sorrow are guarded, and there is no sound at all, but in my opinion, his relationship with Ma Junyang is not ordinary."
Nian Shangyou thought this was strange.
If Juju and Ma Junyang really have something to do with him, they will definitely not dare to talk on such occasions.
But I feel sad that the recent situation is indeed strange, and some things must be guarded against.
Nian Shangyou said: "Wait for my news, don't act without permission."
The orchid leaves floated back to the flowerbed and fell into the soil.
Nian Shangyou lay on the bed, tossing and turning and sleeping without looking.
What do you want to do with grievances?
Should I tell Qiao Yi about this?
no!
I can't tell him that the matter has not been figured out yet. Once a misunderstanding occurs in him, it will be too late to make it clear in the future.
Let me tell him after the matter is cleared?
Not even!
This matter cannot be made too clear by Qiao Yi, otherwise it will cause trouble.
The next morning, Nian Shangyou gave himself five injections, and finally squeezed out two tears and contacted him with grievances.
"Brother, there is no movement in Xiaoyaowu. Come back to Chaoge. It's time for me to win you some rewards in front of Lord Qiao.
"I can't go back to Chaoge yet." Resentful and sad.
Nian Shangyou asked, "What's the reason?"
"I have been targeted recently and I am going to Chaoge rashly, afraid there will be danger on the way."
It seems that there is something in the words.
Nian Shangyou asked again, "Brother, who has you been targeted?"
"It has not been found out yet. My subordinates are in a bad situation. I will contact the adults again next day."
The tears on the silk handkerchief evaporated and the contact was interrupted.
Nian Shangyou's face was gloomy. He threw away the silver needle in his hand, came to the yard, picked a piece of orchid leaf, and ordered: "Leave the grievances and sorrows to you."
A voice came from the orchid: "What should I do? Please tell me clearly?"
Nian Shangyou replied with two words: "Kill him."
Juxue and Sorrow sat on the round table next to the big dance floor, listening to music and drinking as usual. At twelve o'clock in the evening, a waiter came to Juxue and Sorrow's table with half a bottle of wine: "Sir, this bottle of wine is given to you by Master Wu."
Juxue picked up half a bottle of wine and looked at it: "This is a famous wine, but why is it only half a bottle?"
The waiter replied, "Our fifth master drank half of it, and he said that drinking was too boring."
Juxue shook his head: "I can't drink anymore. I only drink one bottle a day, and I can only drink it alone."
The waiter said, "We have opened a new room for the famous actors. Sir, if you want, you might as well go to the room to sit."
He was sad and understood the waiter's meaning. Ma Wu wanted to find an opportunity to chat with him alone.
At first he didn't want to go, and he didn't owe Ma Wu anything. He gave Ma Wu some tips before, which seriously violated his usual rules.
He only wants to do one thing now, that is, to continue monitoring in Xiaoyaowu according to the task requirements, and to what extent he monitors is considered completing the task, and he didn't think about the grievances.
But after hesitating, he got up and went to the wing with the waiter.
He wanted to find someone to speak, someone who could understand him.
After entering the wing room, I felt sad and didn't see Ma Wu, but I saw the singer Xie Wanqing.
He realized that the situation was wrong and turned around and wanted to leave, but the door could not be opened.
Juxue looked back at Xie Wanqing: "Do you think this door can block me?"
"I can't stop it, you go." Xie Wanqing held the red wine glass and slanted slightly towards the resentment and sorrow, making a gesture of inviting her.
She quietly tasted the red wine and watched how she could leave the wing room with grief.
Resentment and sorrow began to mobilize the ghost servants around him. The ghost servants seemed to be frightened by some kind of force, and they all hid in Resentment and sorrow and dared not come out.
This situation has been encountered before. There is a type of magic weapon in Proluozhou that has a great power to the souls of the dead. Some of these magic weapons are transformed by demon cultivators, and some come from the souls of the dead with extremely strong combat power.
But after a moment of resentment and sorrow, he could not sense what the other party used, which made him realize that Xie Wanqing's intention might not be that simple.
"You came to me to take me back to Chaoge?" Jujue and sad directly exposed Xie Wanqing's identity.
Like Jujue and Xueshen, Xie Wanqing was sent from Neizhou. According to Qiao Yi's arrangement, Xie Wanqing knew Jujue and Xueshen's identity, but Jujue and Xueshen should know nothing about Xie Wanqing, but he obviously underestimated Jujue and Xueshen's ability to inquire about information.
Xie Wanqing put the red wine glass on the table and said to the grievance and sorrow: "You really deserve to die, you know too much."
While speaking, Xie Wanqing shook her long hair and a large piece of orchid leaves hit her resentment and sorrow.
Resentment and sorrow dodge desperately. If the ghost servant cannot be mobilized, the demon cultivator himself will not be able to show off his combat power.
The flowers and leaves are getting denser, and there is no room for resentment and sorrow to hide.
Fortunately, he was not a simple demon cultivator. He rubbed his eyes with grievance and sobbed twice. Xie Wanqing's nose was sore, and she kept crying, and her combat power was weakened. A large area of ​​petals in the room fell.
The grievance took the opportunity to rush to the door, but after trying many methods, they couldn't open it no matter what.
Don’t think about opening the door from the inside, but it should be possible outside. Sorrow and sadness always keep a root in doing things, and there are dozens of ghost servants outside who are coming to pick them up.
Procrastinate for a little time, one minute is enough.
The thought flashed by, and the grievance no longer thought about the ghost servant outside, but the moment of his thoughts was still captured by Xie Wanqing.
"Don't think about procrastinating, it's time for you to go on the road." Xie Wanqing wiped her tears and waved her arm gently.
The flowers and leaves that fell on the ground flew into the air again and rushed towards resentment and sorrow.
Jue Yeshen shrank his head into the collar of the woolen coat, trying to make the final resistance, but the flowers and leaves hit Jue Yeshen, but they just rubbed it a few times, leaving no traces on the coat.
The resentment and sorrow recognized this technique, which was a skill of joy and flirting. Xie Wanqing's killer move turned into a playful love in the lovers.
Alas ~
Ma Wu pushed open the door and stood between the two of them.
Xie Wanqing suddenly changed her expression, lowered her head, and said with red eyes: "Fifth Master, this guest is coming to the wing room to listen to music. If I want to do something wrong to me, I will use force if I don't agree."
Resentment and sorrow looked at Ma Wu.
Ma Wu smiled at Xie Wanqing: "I said why your singing makes me feel familiar? I said why do you have such a good aura?
Your voice has changed and your appearance has changed, but your singing habit has not changed. Lu Xiaolan, you really have the courage to come to Xiaoyaowu."
Chapter completed!