Destiny Phoenix

Chapter 238 If the king fights back, do you still have a chance to hold the sword?

Soon, the intelligence organization had a name for the public: Yiyun Pavilion.

This store opened on the most noisy street in Tanzhou City. On the opening day, the sound of firecrackers continued for a long time, attracting many passers-by to stop and watch.They craned their necks one by one to look inside the door.

But inside the gate, apart from a screen and a few tables and chairs, there is nothing else.

What is the shop doing?Is it selling things, or is it a teahouse or wine shop?Everyone knows nothing.

After watching the excitement for a long time, I probably remembered the words "Yiyun Pavilion".

"Sister Qingyao, if you don't tell everyone what kind of business we are in, how could they come to you?" Nanfang asked puzzled.Seeing people standing in front of the door with the same bewildered faces looking in, he couldn't understand this behavior even more.

"You'll know later." Feng Qingyao smiled mysteriously, looked away, and then left the window.

The moment she pulled away, the small figure was captured by Gu Changci who was passing by. "Feng Qingyao?" He frowned slightly, turned his horse's head, and galloped back the way he had come.

At ten o'clock in the evening, this Yiyun Pavilion was already the hottest topic in the city.

Because of its mystery, people talk about it with more relish. Some people speculate that it is a place for drinking and having fun, and some people speculate that it is a place for those literati and elegant guests to recite poems.Some people even said that it was actually an underground bank opened by a certain dignitary.

Once again, everyone used the genius of human imagination, and all kinds of rhetoric came out of thin air.

Feng Qingyao did not try to stop these rumors, but ordered the members of Yiyun Pavilion to help them spread quickly.Let them slowly ferment in people's hearts, thereby arousing people's greater curiosity, and finally making Yiyun Pavilion a household name in Tanzhou City overnight.

At midnight, the full moon hangs high, reflecting a slender and tall figure on the ground.

He was standing in front of Yiyun Pavilion, his eyes as deep as cold pools stared at the three bold characters on the plaque for a long time.

Yiyun Pavilion, an organization that disappeared with the destruction of the Yun Clan thousands of years ago, is now going to come back to people's attention under her leadership?

The upstairs window was open, and the man jumped up and stepped onto the tall building.

In the blink of an eye, people have arrived in the house.

Feng Qingyao was checking the information sent from the south, when she heard the sound of her clothes ripping through the air, she turned herself out of the desk and pulled out the long sword on the sword rest.When he landed, he didn't stop for a moment, and with a single finger of the long sword, he stabbed straight at the black figure who turned over from the window.

The figure flashed and easily cut off the sword in her hand.

boom!
When the long sword fell to the ground, I only felt a pain in my wrist, and fell into a strong embrace.

"Qingyao, it's me—" Mo Zhanhua's voice rang in his ears, his tone was not as indifferent as before, but mixed with a hint of guilt.

Feng Qingyao's anger didn't decrease but increased, she broke free from his shackles with all her strength, stepped on the blade of the sword with her toes and swung it upwards, the sword returned to her hand, and stabbed at his chest again.

Mo Zhanhua no longer made a move, but swipe left and right to avoid the sword she stabbed at.

After a few times, was cornered.

"Why didn't you fight back." Feng Qingyao said angrily.

"If this king fights back, do you still have a chance to hold the sword?" The man's light tone did not lose the element of ridicule.Seeing that she can still swing the Hanyue Sword so neatly, it seems that the injury is almost healed.

"You don't need to pretend to be merciful!" He raised his sword again and attacked.

As a last resort, Mo Zhanhua snatched the sword from her hand again, stretched out his long arm, and firmly trapped her in his arms, "Qingyao, listen to me—" Things are not what you see!
(End of this chapter)