It was almost noon.
An old street in Jingzhaofu.
The old Chenji mutton steamed buns and white water sheep's head here are unique in Jingzhaofu. It's just that although the food is delicious, it doesn't have a reputation. Only the local native Lao Xi'er can tell it by word of mouth. Naturally, the source of tourists is rare. If you are not a local, you can't find the deep alley at all. However, Situ Lingfeng came here with ease and familiarity, as if returning to his hometown after a long absence.
In the hutong of the crooked street, a torn oilcloth that has not been washed for more than ten years is in front of the wine flag. There are a few tables outside the shop. It looks like it is old. The wood has turned red from use, but it can still be wiped clean. Very clean.
A shopkeeper with the appearance of an old farmer was squatting at the door, smoking dry cigarettes, turning a blind eye to Situ Lingfeng's arrival, and there were bursts of snoring in the small and dark shop.
It seems that the store's business is really not very good, and both the shopkeeper and the waiter are very leisurely, without any signs of anxiety.
Situ Lingfeng sat down slowly holding the black knife, and tapped on the table. The boss with a rustic face muttered, knocked on the cigarette bag and pot, and shouted into the room: "We have a guest - come and eat!"
"Ah? Come, come..."
There was a flurry of tidying up, and a fat boy came out after a while. He looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he had grown up stupid, white and fat, and was 1.8 meters tall.
Holding a tray in his chubby hand, there was a large bowl of foamy mutton soup, a plate of steamed buns with dead noodles, a plate of mutton head meat and a jug of old wine.
This shop is strange, the boss doesn't ask questions, the customers don't order food, the food is served when people come, and the customers eat when they pick it up.
Situ Lingfeng carefully broke the steamed bun into small pieces the size of a fingernail, threw it into the hot mutton soup, poured some pepper, and put a piece of mutton head meat into his mouth without rushing to eat it.
After chewing and swallowing slowly, Situ Lingfeng sighed, and said lightly, "Fortunately, the taste hasn't changed!"
The boss frowned, and the cigarette pouch was filled with shredded tobacco again. He took a sip and said angrily, "Of course the taste has not changed. I, Chen Laowu, have been helping the cook in the shop since I was six years old. Our Chen family's old shop has grown from grandparents It has been uploaded, and the taste has not changed for a hundred years... I said, you are young, look at your face, it should be your first time here, right?"
Situ Lingfeng took a sip of the mutton soup, and Gu Jing said calmly, "I've been here..."
"Impossible! My old Chen's memory is..."
"Eighty-three years ago..."
"Ahem, what?" The store owner's eyes widened.
Situ Lingfeng said: "At that time your grandfather had just opened a shop, and your father was still dripping with snot..."
"Huh? Cough cough cough..."
Chen Laowu was taken aback. He was choked by the smoke and coughed violently.
boom-
At this time, a huge roar sounded from the direction of Li's mansion in the distance. It was Shentu Zhenyue and Long Sudunzhu's all-out attack. Old Chen, who was so scared that he couldn't breathe, staggered and stared fixedly into the distance. , with a face full of horror, said: "My dear, Lao Li's house disappeared overnight, why is it still there... Jingzhao Mansion has not seen such a big movement for many years..."
At the same time, the clerk in the shop also got out and looked into the distance stupidly.
Situ Lingfeng didn't raise his head, as if the matter over there had nothing to do with him, he ate happily, and finally dipped his hands in the wine, drew a simple pattern on the table, and then took a piece of silver, Cold voice: "Check out!"
The shop owner and the clerk turned their heads together. After seeing the pattern on the table, the clerk scratched the back of his head and couldn't understand it, but the shop owner, Chen Laowu, was startled, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes, and hurried forward. After confirming the pattern, he took out a rag and wiped the table clean. At the same time, he couldn't hold back his excited expression, and said in a trembling voice: "So it's you, it's you..."
Situ Lingfeng's eyes twitched, he lowered his head, and asked, "Human, are you still there?"
"Yes, yes... it's right behind the house!" Old Wu Chen was so excited that he almost cried out, turned around and shouted, "What are you doing standing there, brat? Why don't you send the old man to the backyard respectfully to meet your old grandpa..."
"Huh? Hey, hey..."
The silly boy quickly raised the curtain to welcome Situ Lingfeng into the house.
He couldn't figure it out, the old man who had lived in the backyard for decades had never met a stranger, why could this man see him? Besides, this uncle is only in his early thirties, cool and handsome, even if his father is flattering, he doesn't need to be called an old man, right
The silly boy didn't understand, but he didn't ask.
When he was a child, his father taught him what to say and what not to say, what to ask and what not to ask.
The two walked through the door, and finally reached the door of an old house. Before the fool knocked on the door, the door inside opened with a creak, and an old man with an old face who was about to die at any time appeared. Looking at Situ Lingfeng's excited expression at the door...
The old man was afraid that he would be a hundred years old. When he saw Situ Lingfeng excited, he couldn't help himself, so he suppressed his emotions and waved to the chubby guy: "Go, go, you have nothing to do here!"
After the clerk walked away inexplicably, the old man staggered to his knees and said excitedly: "Young... young master... you are finally here... Situ Mingqing has met the master!"
The old man whom Situ Lingfeng hadn't contacted for sixty years, unexpectedly still clinging to his identity, Situ Lingfeng's heart apologised. Years, it's hard for you..."
"It's not difficult, it's not difficult... As long as the young master remembers the sixth uncle, the sixth uncle will be happy!" The old man turned out to be Situ Mingqing, the secret master of the previous generation of the Situ family, who was uncle and brother with the previous head of the Situ family, Situ Mingyu. Since a hundred years ago, as Situ Mingyu's right-hand man, Situ Mingqing has been appointed as the leader of the hidden guards, taking in orphans from all over the continent, and secretly cultivating loyal dead soldiers for the Situ family.
Situ Mingyu's ambition is not small, and even Dongfang Manqing didn't know about the power he cultivated secretly. It's just that his premature death caused his ambition to die out. After Situ Lingfeng succeeded to the throne, Situ Mingqing's thoughts revived, but unexpectedly However, the young master handed over the family in a few words, and Dongfang Manqing became the master of the Situ family. As the real old man of the Situ family, Situ Mingqing naturally would not obey the orders of the Dongfang family, so he hid in secret and continued to secretly Cultivate the dead men of the Situ family, and wait for someone from the younger generation of the Situ family to regain the position of head of the family.
This wait was 60 years, and Situ Lingfeng had been waiting for 60 years, until today, Situ Lingfeng just appeared.
boom!
Another loud bang shocked the whole city.
Situ Mingqing's old eyes sparkled, and he said in a deep voice: "The young master is here, but do you want me to take action? Hehe, the young master has not asked about it these years, but the old man has not brought it with him at all. The three batches of dead soldiers before and after , there are 2,000 people who can be used, but there are 20 people who are only innate masters, all arranged in the rivers and lakes, hiding their names... "
Situ Lingfeng gave a rare smile, remembered the fat boy who had just entered the door, nodded and said: "The young man just now is not bad, and he has already reached his peak at a young age. It seems that Uncle Six has really worked hard."
"That little fat man? Hehe..." Situ Mingqing smiled quite complacently, "He is my closed disciple, the only son of Chen Laowu outside, although he is greedy and lazy, but he is very talented in internal strength cultivation. "
Situ Lingfeng nodded and said without further ado, "We'll discuss this matter later... help me with something else today..."
"The young master ordered!" Situ Mingqing said confidently: "In terms of seniority, our people have been rooted in Jingzhao Mansion for decades, and there are some things that Eagle King and the people from the third division may not be able to find out, but they cannot escape our eyes."
Situ Lingfeng nodded. It was precisely because of this that he came here, and said in a deep voice, "I want to know where the masters of Fengyi Pavilion will hide if they avoid the Eagle King's men..."
Situ Mingqing was surprised: "Aren't they..."
Situ Lingfeng said in a deep voice: "Fengyi Pavilion's conspiracy mostly comes from Tianji Pavilion. With that old guy around, he must also count me in. Now that I come forward, I just fell into their schemes. I don't care about those who show up." …help me find out who is hiding…”
Situ Mingqing suddenly came to his senses, lowered his hands and said, "Young Master, wait a moment..."
…
Ye Qingxuan tried his best to chase the "green-faced ghost" Yan Sheng, and his anger couldn't be contained. Although he knew that this was a part of the enemy's conspiracy, he couldn't stop and chase!
The "green-faced ghost" Yan Sheng has a good lightness skill, and Ye Qingxuan hurriedly chased after him. Although he was getting closer, he had already crossed half of the Jingzhao Mansion. Yan Sheng has also reached the limit of his body, and the consumption of stellar energy is unimaginable. Even if he is asked to put down the coffin now, he has no capital to fight.
But even so, he still rushed forward with all his strength, as if he could see the dawn of dawn if he went a little further, he tried his best to reach a certain destination.
Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly. He naturally knew that other masters of Xuesha would be indispensable if Yan Sheng came out. If he wanted to miss the ambush, he had to stop Yan Sheng before the opponent's predetermined ambush point.
Seeing a large residential area with more than 200 houses in front of him, in order to avoid heavy casualties, Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth and consumed several times the previous stellar energy. Adding the consumption along the way, half of the stellar energy was gone in an instant, but The speed increased suddenly, but it reached Yan Sheng's back in an instant, stretched out his hand and yanked at a distance of three feet——
hum!
Yan Sheng suddenly felt that his body was hit by a strong force, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably. Knowing that Ye Qingxuan had already made a move, his soul was scattered, and he concentrated his whole body's skills on the coffin, and flung it to one side, but his body was finally condensed. With a breath of stellar energy, he rolled to the other side!
Crack, crack!
With two crisp sounds, the roof where Yan Sheng was originally standing was suddenly pierced by two fist-sized holes with sword energy, and it was about to shoot him on the body.
Be good!
Yan Sheng broke out in a cold sweat, feeling very lucky.
Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly, abandoned Yan Sheng, and rushed towards the falling coffin...