The old immortal of the stars, the Dharma controls the heavens

Chapter 93 The Saint’s Clothes

The moon turns red.

Although many civilians thought it was ominous, some people in the court even cared about it.

But for the vast majority of people in the world, this thing is not important.

Many people in the world don't believe in fate and cause and effect.

It's just some particularly beautiful moonlight.

On the contrary, the reaction of Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poison Sect, was a bit surprising.

Faced with Ding Chunqiu's inquiry, Lan Fenghuang did not give any unnecessary answers. In the past two days, Lan Fenghuang had already noticed the bad character of this young man.

By saying this, Lan Fenghuang had already said it and revealed the secrets of the sect.

Although Lan Fenghuang didn't care much about this in her heart, it just surprised her. After all, it was her first time seeing him.

Compared with this, Lan Fenghuang was more worried that Ding Chunqiu would ask other strange questions.

For example, the other party may start uncomfortable topics in front of you.

"...By the way, little Phoenix, I heard that many people have carefully mentioned the Holy Girl of the Devil's Cult."

"Since you are a subordinate of the Saint of the Demon Cult... then, is the Saint really beautiful? I heard that as long as others see her appearance, their eyes will be gouged out."

Ding Chunqiu sat casually on the bow of the boat, enjoying the night breeze. He turned his eyes away from the moonlight and started chatting.Unknowingly, Lan Fenghuang's identity has been demoted from sister, and the title sounds more affectionate.

People get bored when they are idle.

They will all ponder some gossip.

Regardless of men and women.

Now that Lan Fenghuang, a subordinate of the Demon Sect Saint, has become a prisoner, Ding Chunqiu naturally wants to know about Ren Yingying's situation.

Whether it's because of Ding Chunqiu himself or because of his status in the Huashan Sect.

"Understanding the enemy's intelligence is a serious matter."

Sensing the slightly disdainful look in Mrs. Wang's eyes, Ding Chunqiu gave the reason seriously: "As a disciple of the Huashan Sect, I am incompatible with the Sun and Moon God Sect."

"So it's normal to spy on information."

Information has nothing to do with whether someone is beautiful or not, right?

After spitting, Mrs. Wang turned her head bitterly and looked at the water in the distance, not wanting to pay attention to this guy.

So Mrs. Wang began to sit cross-legged on the side, facing the cool night breeze, and began to practice.

Correct!
She was also rewarded.

Although it was just a little thing, Mrs. Wang was also a member of the Golden Sword Sect, so she could still recognize the quality of martial arts.

She could only affirm that what Ding Chunqiu gave her was very strong.

The other party really gave him a weapon to assassinate him.

Mrs. Wang no longer understands what this man is thinking. His thoughts are too complicated.

This guy was cunning and cruel, but Mrs. Wang had to admit that he meant what he said.

He seems to care more about Cigna than other people in the world.

only……

'These terms are so difficult. '

'I can't figure it out at all. Many of these contents look like Buddhist terminology. '

'It seems that I have to find a monk to explain myself. '

She was not surprised why a disciple of the Huashan Sect could produce Buddhist techniques. Apart from the characteristics of the Huashan Sect itself, it was Ding Chunqiu's mythical blessing that shocked her greatly.

As for seeking Ding Chunqiu...

That means you have to pay the corresponding price again.

If this continues, Mrs. Wang will feel even more frightened and desperate.Because the other party seemed to be turning into a soft, wiping away her hatred.

While thinking about the problem, he posed in a practicing posture and listened to the conversation between Ding Chunqiu and Lan Fenghuang.

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Lan Fenghuang glanced at Mrs. Wang's movements and felt that it was a bit strange, but she didn't think much about it.

His attention was entirely focused on the problem in front of him.

What do you want to do?
Staring at the young man in front of him with wary eyes, Lan Phoenix's impression of Ding Chunqiu had changed in the past two days.

Lustful and perverted, she has given top priority.

The opponent played with his bare feet for two days, and at the same time used his free hand to harass Mrs. Wang from time to time.

More importantly, this was not Ding Chunqiu's intention, but a subconscious behavior.

"What do you want to do?" Lan Fenghuang retorted: "Of course the saint is beautiful!"

Of course Lan Fenghuang knows how beautiful the holy aunt is.

Of course it's not because you're ugly that you gouged out your eyes.

The saint's beauty is extraordinary and special... Lan Fenghuang couldn't find a suitable adjective because he didn't read much.

However, it is not surprising that Ding Chunqiu can roughly know some situations within the Holy Religion.

It's become normalized for people to be undercover spies for each other.

The difference is that righteous undercover agents generally don't want to go to the Sun and Moon God Sect.

And with the holy aunt's martial arts, Lan Fenghuang felt that the chance of winning against Ding Chunqiu was very slim.

If it falls into the hands of this guy, I'm afraid it won't be a good thing.

Not to mention that the other party still longed for the holy aunt to carry the sedan chair.

Based on Lan Fenghuang's understanding of Saint Aunt, I am afraid that Saint Aunt will be forced to commit suicide.

At first, Lan Fenghuang thought that the choice made by Saint Aunt and Xiang Zuo was a good one, but now Lan Fenghuang felt that this choice was very bad.

But as soon as this rebuttal came out, Lan Fenghuang shut up again.

"That's so beautiful that it'll take your eyes out."

"Then I'm more interested. I don't think the devil's saint can gouge out my eyes." Ding Chunqiu deliberately came to such a conclusion.

Others don't know, but how could Lan Fenghuang not know the real reason why he gouged out people's eyes?

In Lan Fenghuang's opinion, it was because of the saint's appearance.

But after Ding Chunqiu said that, he smiled pointedly and said, "Maybe you don't know your holy aunt at all, little Phoenix."

"Aunt Saint and I are sisters!" Lan Fenghuang subconsciously retorted.

"Tsk tsk!"

Ding Chunqiu suddenly grabbed one of Lan Fenghuang's feet and started to play with it. At the same time, he looked at the other person's face and said with a smile, "You have changed."

"Not to mention my previous style in Doosan Ge, I can't even compare to myself just now."

"At this moment, you have lost the grace and grace of the Five Poison Witches."

"Are these really sisters who love each other?"

Ding Chunqiu said to Mrs. Wang who was sitting there practicing and eavesdropping: "Madam, what do you think has changed in the face of the leader of the Five Immortals Sect?"

"It's a pity that it's night now, and there's no mirror for you to see your appearance directly, Master."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang let go of her practicing posture, stood up and walked in front of the two of them. She carefully observed the changes in Lan Fenghuang's expression, then looked at Ding Chunqiu, and then said, "I underestimated you."

Mrs. Wang originally thought that Ding Chunqiu's words were more than pure lust, but at this moment she still found that she had underestimated Ding Chunqiu.

This is essentially testing.

Test the blue phoenix, test the devil's saint.

And this temptation directly poked into the gap.

Sure enough, the truth is an indestructible sword.As a woman, especially a woman who is married and has a son, and is also a powerful woman in business, observing words and emotions is a skill that she has constantly cultivated.

At one glance, Mrs. Wang was sure that Lan Fenghuang was lying.

And it's the kind of subconscious defense and subconscious lying.

Mrs. Wang may not have had a clear understanding of this before, but at this moment, Mrs. Wang had already realized from Lan Fenghuang's performance how terrifying the devil's saint was in everyone's mouth.

Lan Fenghuang was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

Even though they were so far apart and the other party was not by his side, Lan Fenghuang was still careful to protect him...for fear that someone around him would overhear him snitching.This kind of performance directly reminded Mrs. Wang of the weird Xingxiu Sea created by Ding Chunqiu in his own escort agency.

Mrs. Wang even had the illusion of seeing the female version of Ding Chunqiu.

It's just that one is fear and the other is fanatical worship.

Regarding Mrs. Wang's gaze, Lan Fenghuang felt that her eyes were like steel needles, constantly piercing him.For a moment, his face turned quite pale.

Ding Chunqiu grabbed the opponent's Yuzu hand and could feel the trembling of the opponent's body.

Ding Chunqiu never expected that Lan Phoenix would be so afraid.

This is completely severe.

Thinking about it carefully, Ding Chunqiu also understood why Ren Yingying could make her disciples poke their eyes out with a casual word.This is a manifestation of fear reaching the extreme and becoming a slave.

Seeing this, Ding Chunqiu knew that the TV movies and other movies he had watched in the past might have had too much beautification.

Ding Chunqiu felt that he might have met a colleague, but Ren Yingying used the Three Corpses Brain Pill, while he used the Black Sky Book.

The title of the Demonic Saint is really not wrong.

After comparing this, Ding Chunqiu felt that he was indeed born righteous.

The words of Ding Chunqiu and Mrs. Wang made Lan Fenghuang open his mouth, and finally fell into silence.

"...You also took the Three Corpses Brain Pill?" Ding Chunqiu asked again. The leader of the Five Poison Sect, who was good at making poison, ate the Three Corpses Brain Pill. This seemingly joke was true.

Lan Fenghuang did not refute and continued to remain silent.

This is because most of the Three Corpse Brain Pills of the Sun and Moon God Sect were produced by the Five Immortals Sect, and were originally derived from Miao Jiang Poison.

Ding Chunqiu's words were not wrong.

Almost everyone in the Holy Religion has taken the Three Corpse Brain Pills, and there are different types of pills in batches.

She, Lan Fenghuang, the manufacturer of the Three Corpse Brain Pills, was no exception.

Seeing that Lan Fenghuang continued to remain silent, Ding Chunqiu also sighed. With this level of control, Tianshan Child Elder's life and death talisman could not even be compared to a horse.

At any rate, the people in 36 holes and 72 islands still dared to resist, but Ding Chunqiu only saw one word in Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poison Sect—acceptance of fate.

The enchantress is no longer a witch, but her aura of enchantment has dissipated.

At this moment, Lan Phoenix was like a little beast whose scars had been uncovered, with his arms folded around him, huddled up and trembling.

The internal energy was circulating, and the true energy was transmitted along the bare feet. After Lan Phoenix had driven away the chill caused by fear in her body, Ding Chunqiu continued: "It seems that there are saints among your followers. Someone?"

Lan Fenghuang's silence gave Ding Chunqiu the answer.

Gee.

Whistleblower Laws.

This is because he can no longer trust his subordinates, and the bridge of trust between them has been broken by someone using the Three Corpse Brain Pills.

This scene is so familiar that it cannot be written as a how-to.

Even the Xingxiu Sea he established did not use such a ruthless method.

Ding Chunqiu felt that Ren Yingying's importance must be raised again.

As for Ren Yingying, who holds the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill and controls the life and death of a group of followers, but inexplicably lives in seclusion in Luoyang under the guise of seclusion, it is time to meet her.

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu raised his head and glanced at Yue Lingshan, who was sitting cross-legged on the observation platform on the flagpole, meditating and practicing. He felt that the identity of the dark saint he had bestowed on his young senior sister might mean that the fake Li Gui would meet the real Li Kui.

"Decided."

"Leave to Luoyang tomorrow."

Ding Chunqiu thought for a while and made a decision directly.

He felt that he would become good friends with Ren Yingying, the devil's saint, and talk to each other about everything.

Of course, it is also possible that they are enemies who hate each other.

Because what a person may dislike the most is people like himself.

There may also be like-minded people.

When these words came out, Mrs. Wang and Lan Fenghuang became pale at the same time.

now.

Under the same moon, under the same moonlight.

Luoyang, the suburbs.

The sound of the piano is long.

Bamboo leaves were flying and wind chimes rang suddenly.

The sudden intrusion of sound did not affect the sound of the piano. Instead, as the strings were plucked, the sound of the wind chimes was mixed in with the changes in the tune, and they became complementary to each other.

The wind whimpered and rolled up the veil.

The man who was sitting in the pavilion playing the piano was revealed.

The man was wearing a light green dress, a gauze hat on his head, and a veil covering his face.

Humans and green bamboo are in harmony with nature. The sound of the piano, the sound of bells and the sound of the wind fluctuate with each other to play a song of wind.

A woman plays the piano.

Beside him, an old man in green robe stood neatly.

At this moment, the whole body of the green-robed old man was swaying slightly to the music of the piano, and he seemed to be in a strange state of being asleep.

for a long time.

The wind stops, the bells stop, and the piano stops.

The green bamboo forest became quiet again.

The old man in green robe, who seemed to be asleep at first, suddenly woke up at this moment, opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him.

Raising her eyes, the woman glanced at the bright red crescent moon in the sky. She didn't pay much attention to this scene.

Instead, she gently sniffed the smell carried by the wind, and then she spoke, her voice sounding like the sound of running water from a clear spring: "There is the fragrance of flowers in the wind."

"It's the peach blossoms."

"The calyx that has lost its protection should dance in the wind."

"If this is the case, the fake calyx of the phoenix flower may be picked and will not bear fruit."

"I'm not worried about letting them take action."

After saying that, with the gauze fluttering, the woman stood up and disappeared into the pavilion with extremely fast Qinggong, leaving behind only a burst of peach blossom fragrance and the fragrance of bamboo.

"Yes, Auntie."

The old man in green robe knelt on the ground with great respect and gave a big gift to the person leaving. Even though the person was no longer here, the white-haired old man still carefully and conscientiously performed the courtesy.

Then he got up and walked outside.

The pigeon cage had been placed there for a long time. After the old man in green robe wrote a brief letter, he stuffed it into the bamboo tube on the pigeon's feet, then took the pigeon with both hands and threw it up.

The pigeon flapped its wings in mid-air, then flew away and disappeared into the night sky.

He knew that the Saint's plan was officially launched.

　In movies and TV series, the relationship between Lan Fenghuang and Ren Yingying seems to be very good, and they are like sisters. In fact, Lan Fenghuang is very afraid of Ren Yingying.After he recognized Linghu Chong as his eldest brother, he became extremely scared because he spoke a little affectionately, fearing that Ren Yingying would get jealous and get angry.Lan Fenghuang is simply Ren Yingying's subordinate, just like Ping Yizhi.

　　Also at night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)