From the advent of the mountains and seas

Chapter 16
Qiguidao, or Qingguidao, has been operating for nearly half a year.Coupled with the relationship between him and the dignitaries in Lanyang Mansion.

I'm afraid Lanyang City has already been infiltrated and riddled with holes.

It is obviously not enough to simply call in soldiers and horses to surround the dojo, and there is no guarantee that the group of bandits will take risks after being cornered.

The safety of Fucheng is the priority of Wu Butou.

"In the dojo battle, I can help and even take the lead, but you have to give me some support. Not just talismans!"

An Jing took a sip of his drink. The action of eliminating the moth mother was related to task evaluation and the awakening of life and soul, and he had to participate in it personally.

It's just that after experiencing the test of the tiger cannibal, An Jing knew in his heart that with his current strength, if there was no outside help, it might not be so easy to kill the moth mother.

"I will find a solution for the support you want, but there is a more urgent matter to deal with right now."

Quickly walked to the door of the box, listened to the sound outside, and after confirming that no one was bugging, Wu Butou turned around and said,

"You have to play a play with me later!"

"acting?"

An Jing was a little surprised at first, but after thinking about it, he lowered his voice and said,
"Have you found the ghost in the yamen?"

"I don't have a clear target yet, and I don't plan to spend any more time looking for it, because I found out that someone was following me last night. I'm afraid my every move is being monitored. I must knock out their eyes before I act!"

It is undoubtedly a shame for Catcher Wu to be monitored by bandits from outside on the boundary of Lanyang City.

Not to mention that under such strict monitoring conditions, even if he has the evidence now, he can't go directly to General Lanyang's mansion, otherwise, as soon as he leaves the city, the blue thief will get the news immediately.

Wait until the army is assembled.

The ghost moths and bandits in the dojo on the mountain have been removed long ago.

"You want to use your tricks?"

Seeing Wu Butou's cautious appearance, An Jing immediately understood his intentions.

The stalker was found, but he didn't do it directly.

It's nothing more than worrying that if the stalker is killed, someone else will replace him, and he will make the next stalker more cautious.

Instead of wasting energy on killing the stalker, it's better to do the opposite!
"In terms of acting skills, I am strong, so don't worry."

An Jing touched his idol-like face, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Full of wine and food.

After brewing his emotions for a while, he walked out of the box with an ugly expression.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, the two people's voices suddenly raised and they confronted each other on the side of the street.

An Jing said something like "If you don't believe me, why waste your time".

Wu Butou, who was on the side, had a gloomy face and did not speak, as if he was worried about something, and kept checking his surroundings.

At the end of the quarrel, the two broke up unhappy.

The former led the horse as if going back to the inn to rest.

Running back and forth, coupled with the continuous battles of the ghost and the tiger cannibal, caused a lot of wear and tear on An Jing's physical strength and energy.

Facing the upcoming battle right now, he really needs time to recover his state.

But before that, he had to deal with those dark eyes with Wu Butou.

On the other side, Catcher Wu pretended to be angry and returned to the Yamen.

After all, the play has just finished, so you have to set up a trick to deceive the inner ghost, making the other party think that now is a good opportunity to tip off the news.

In fact, Butou Wu didn't know where the person who watched him was hiding.

One thing is certain, however.

With the recent bad weather, communication methods such as carrier pigeons will be hindered. If the other party wants to report the news, he must go to Lianfeng Mountain in person.

That's exactly what happened.

It was at the moment when Wu Tutou met An Jing in the restaurant and left after the quarrel.

Someone galloped out of the city on horseback and headed straight for Lianfeng Mountain where the Qigui Daoist Temple is located.

Wait until a hidden stone platform on the mountainside.

After dismounting, the man checked left and right to make sure no one was following him, and then he took out a bamboo flute from his arms and played it.

The sound of the flute, like the chirping of birds, spread far and wide in the mountains and forests.

It didn't take long.

In the dark forest, a tall and thin figure in a blue-gray Taoist robe appeared.

"Commander!"

Seeing the person coming, the messenger immediately knelt on the ground and saluted.

"How is the situation in Lanyang City?"

Under the gloomy sky, a young face poked out from the shadows in the forest and asked in a cold voice.

"Mr. Zhao was killed by the 'ghost messenger' An Jing, the basement in the stronghold was discovered, and all the blood eggs in cultivation were destroyed."

There was a lot of activity in the search of Yizhuang's stronghold, and the news couldn't be concealed, but the reporter knew more than that,

"That night, An Jing suddenly left with a ghostly moth's head. The next day, he went out of the city to the northeast and did not return until evening. His subordinates checked the map of Lanyang Mansion and found that he should be in the area where Yuyue County is located. It may be to investigate the tiger demon cannibalism incident half a year ago, but judging from the results of returning in the evening, it should be nothing!"

The distance between Yuyue County and Lanyang Prefecture is not short, and it takes several hours for a normal commute, not to mention it is rainy.

From the messenger's point of view, it was impossible for An Jing to discover something within an hour or two.

You must know that they searched around Yuyue County for two or three months, but they still haven't found the whereabouts of the treasure.

"Heh, that bastard old smoker will not live in peace even if he dies. The tiger-eating cannibal that was robbed back then has not been found yet, leaving hidden dangers in the plan. Is there any other news?"

Hearing the name of Yuyue County, the young Taoist looked sullen, glanced at his subordinates, and asked again.

"Wu Youwei has already noticed the manpower we have placed in the Yamen. He has tried many times in the past two days and seems to be planning something secretly. However, he and An Jing had a quarrel just now. The reason seems to be that they don't trust each other. It broke up unhappily."

Unlike those low-level hosts who don't care how much they die, Mr. Zhao in the messenger is undoubtedly a special existence.

The man's death forced part of the plan to be revealed.

However, the quarrel between Catcher Wu and An Jing was another unexpected piece of good news for them.

"It's a joke that a headhunter and a reckless warrior want to investigate the ghost moth case. I'm sorry they can't make trouble."

Looking up at the brightly lit Lanyang City at the foot of the mountain, thinking of the joy of being able to control a mansion in the dark in the future, the young Taoist could not help but smile wildly, and said,
"The blood eggs in other strongholds have been successfully retrieved. The leader is finishing the process on them, and the cultivation will be completed in two days. You go back and stare at those two guys, and let others get ready. If there is any change in the city , report immediately!"

Nearly half a year of preparation.

Now it's finally time to pick the fruit!
The messenger got the order, and immediately set off on his horse and prepared to return to Lanyang City.

But when he arrived at the foot of the mountain on horseback.

Among the fallen leaves on the forest floor, a tripping rope suddenly jumped up.

The horse running at high speed tripped on its hind legs and fell forward in a headlong way, and the messenger even flew out directly.

Landed and rolled several times.

For ordinary people, he would be paralyzed or even killed on the spot, but this guy was still struggling after landing.

The flesh on the back squirmed, and the tentacles of the ghost moth stretched in the body, barely maintaining the injury.

Realizing that the situation was wrong, the messenger tried to take out the bamboo flute in his arms and called for help.

It's just that as soon as the hand was stretched out, a boot stepped on the mud and ran it back and forth twice.

His eyes followed the boots.

All I saw were two burly figures
(End of this chapter)