Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 300: Sheep Chasing Adventure

Yaowang Mountain, located in the west city.

Lin Feng looked at the shabby name hanging on the city wall for the third time through the window of the inn, then he put aside all distractions, further activated the magical communication method, and entered his own inner world.

Then he pulled Zhang Ze in as well.

"It's easier to talk this way." Lin Feng said while floating in the interior scene.

Zhang Ze's spiritual consciousness traveled thousands of miles and met Lin Feng in the inner scene. He felt it was magical and asked, "This method is feasible. Who buried it in the secret realm?"

"It was Sect Leader Tang, but it was not buried, but thrown away." Lin Feng replied.

"This method is extremely difficult and has no practical value. At the time, he was alone and didn't want to go home, so he just threw it away somewhere as if it were garbage.

“I didn’t expect that many years later, I would pick it up and learn how to do it.”

"Isn't this useful?" Zhang Ze floated up and down in Brother Feng's interior scene and found it quite fun.

"It's impractical because anyone pulled into the inner scene can destroy it at any time if they want, causing severe damage to the caster. It's too challenging, so Sect Leader Tang threw it away."

After getting the reply, Zhang Ze stopped moving around, thinking that he was worthy of being Brother Feng, and then he started talking about business.

"Let me ask you a question first. Can you guarantee your own safety? That is, no matter whether you can catch Wuyang or not, do you have a way to escape and protect yourself after Wuyang discovers your whereabouts?" Zhang Ze said seriously.

Lin Feng answered without thinking, "Yes, even if Mahayana comes, I am confident that I can escape safely. This is the method."

Zhang Ze waved his hands quickly, "Don't tell me, as long as you have a way, it's fine. Let's talk business. Why did you say Wuyang contacted you?"

"No, Wuyang has lost all trace since he fled to Xizhou. We can only confirm that he is still in Xizhou. The problem lies with Song Qingpao."

Brother Feng pointed to his forehead.

"Wuyang placed a talisman in Song Qingpao's brain a long time ago. This talisman can monitor Song Qingpao's location and also allow him to cast the spell in the talisman three times."

"So you plan to use this talisman to track Wuyang and perform a craniotomy on Xiao Song to remove the talisman?" Zhang Ze asked.

Lin Feng laughed at Zhang Ze's casual joke and said, "Brother, don't tell me, if you open his skull now, he will have to thank you."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ze was puzzled.

"He has a headache now. Not only does he have a headache, but his head is also glowing." Lin Feng said.

"what?"

"It's like this." Brother Feng explained.

Song Qingpao started to have a headache since this morning when Wuyang ran to Xizhou.

As long as his head was not facing west, the talisman in his head would give him a splitting headache, and every once in a while, a star-shaped golden light would appear on his forehead.

And the closer to the west, the brighter the light.

Now Song Qingpao was next door, with a cloth tied on his head. He sat facing west with a stiff neck, thinking about life.

“I suspect Wuyang didn’t simply escape, but encountered some kind of accident, which caused Song Qingpao to be in this state.

"So I plan to coax Song Qingpao to go to Xizhou and see if I can use Song Qingpao as a sheep-pointing needle to find the Five Goats." Lin Feng said.

Zhang Ze nodded. "Since you can guarantee your own safety, then I think there's nothing wrong with this plan." Zhang Ze thought for a moment and asked again, "By the way, where do you plan to go?"

"Go? Of course we'll take the road to southern Xinjiang. It would be more reasonable to go that way." Brother Feng answered without thinking.

Due to the remoteness of Central Continent, transportation between the East and West Continents is very inconvenient. There are generally only three ways for cultivators from East Continent to go to the West.

One is to go north of Qingjing and Jingzhou, and head west along the long river and snowfield adjacent to the Great Wall of the Northern Border, relying on the small town stations set up by the demon tribe along the way, and enter Xizhou from the plateau.

The second way is to go south of Dongzhou and enter Xizhou from Tianzong and Nanjiang. This route is shorter than going through the snowfield, but it is much more dangerous.

There are many ferocious beasts in the swamps along the way, and poisonous miasma in the wild forests.

The third route is Guixi City in Yaowang Valley. In the city there are flying boats that go directly to Xizhou and a special teleportation array.

Now that the six sects have begun to encircle and suppress the remaining forces of the Hundred Demons Sect, some of those who have managed to escape have begun to think about fleeing to Xizhou.

Because the North Road and Yaowang Valley are under martial law.

If these people want to go west, they can basically only choose the dangerous road in southern Xinjiang.

As for how many of these people can reach the southern border, cross the swamps and forests that can be called a desolate place, and reach the west alive, no one knows.

Of course, Brother Feng definitely has a way to take Song Qingpao safely to Xizhou along this route.

"That's not appropriate. If I were you, I would go directly through Guixi City." Zhang Ze rejected Lin Feng's plan to go through Runxi.

"Why?" Lin Feng was puzzled.

"Southern Xinjiang is too far away. It's easy to get into trouble if we walk there. We might even be exposed if we run into fellow disciples. Most importantly, Song Qingpao will easily notice something. He's not stupid, he just doesn't have the right mindset."

"Why not take advantage of the fact that he is having a headache now and take him directly to Xizhou to cut off his retreat." Zhang Ze said.

"But, if I go directly from Guixi City, won't I be exposed immediately?"

Brother Feng was puzzled. Now that Guixi City was under martial law, it was impossible to go west without a proper identity.

Zhang Ze looked at Brother Feng and laughed, then walked forward and put his arm around Brother Feng's shoulders. "Doesn't this make me, Brother Feng, the protagonist? Come, let me make up a story for you."

"As a protagonist in a cultivation world, one thing you must go through is changing maps to develop.

"Generally speaking, the cause is either being framed by fellow disciples or the sect being destroyed. Brother Feng, you are currently a remnant of the Hundred Demons Sect, which perfectly meets the conditions for the sect being destroyed."

"At the same time, to enhance the feeling of excitement, I mean extra motivation, you also have to attract a wave of hatred as you walk, so as to cut off all your escape routes."

"I'll teach you, it'll be fun in a while."

"Then senior brother, do you want to come with us?" Lin Feng asked after Zhang Ze finished telling his plan.

"I won't come. Wuyang has seen the real Wuming. If I go with him, something bad might happen." Zhang Ze shook his head.

"Okay, then how are you going to explain to Song Qingpao?" Brother Feng asked.

"What's there to explain? Just lose contact. Xiao Song will figure it out himself. If this identity is no longer useful, then Wuming died a heroic death. If it's still useful, then Wuming is still alive and has gone into hiding."

"Indeed." Brother Feng nodded.

After having a brief chat with Brother Feng, Zhang Ze left Brother Feng's interior.

It was already night, and Zhang Ze didn't waste any time. He stomped his feet on the ground like Sun Wukong and shouted, "Fu Ji!"

After a while, a little girl emerged from the ground holding a sweet potato-like spiritual plant root.

"What are you doing?"

"There's something fun going on. Call your Senior Sister Xiaoxue and Senior Sister Xia Yan over. I want to discuss something with them."

"Okay."

Return to West City.

Mr. Song, dressed in a green robe, sat on the kang, feeling waves of throbbing pain in his head, and began to doubt his own loyalty.

He really wanted to find a knife to dig open his head and take out the talisman.

Although this will offend Wuyang, who cares?
Anyone with eyes and ears knows that the Hundred Demons Sect is doomed.

The speed at which the six sects acted was terrifying, and it was obvious that they had planned it for a long time.

Although the most dangerous place is the safest place, Song Qingpao suspected that he might be targeted as he was in the important city under the jurisdiction of the Six Sects.

Perhaps because he had been with Wuyang for a long time, he felt that he had also awakened some abilities similar to the ability to sense danger.

And then again, I joined the Hundred Demons Sect just to satisfy my own desires and pursue my own life goals.

Now that the sect is ruined and the leader Wuyang is nowhere to be found, what's the point of me persisting?
I just don't know if the senior is safe.
His head started to hurt again, so Song Qing stood up and planned to close the window.

But just as he reached the bed, he saw a black smoke coming into the room. Before Song Qingpao could exclaim, Lin Feng's figure emerged from the black smoke.

He was holding two people in his hands, and judging by their clothes, they seemed to be from Yaowang Valley.

"What are you doing!?" Song Qingpao took a step back. Because of panic, the turban on his head fell off, revealing a gold star-like mark on his forehead.

Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle.

"Shh, be quiet." Brother Feng had a cold face and did not give Song Qingpao a chance to speak. He casually cast a black talisman and put the person in his hand to the ground.

Before Song Qingpao could see the faces of the two men clearly, Lin Feng drew out his black sword and stabbed it into their chests. The black sword seemed to come alive and directly sucked the two corpses dry. Then thick black mud hung on Lin Feng's black sword.

"Come here." Lin Feng said to Song Qingpao holding a sword.

Because Lin Feng pulled him, Song Qingpao's face was not facing west correctly. He had a splitting headache for a moment and was unable to resist at all.

However, Lin Feng did not kill him, but wiped the black mud on Song Qingpao's face.

Song Qingpao only felt a chill on his face, and then he saw Lin Feng also smeared the remaining black mud on his face.

The black mud squirmed, and Lin Feng's face turned into that of another person.

With a gesture of finger gesture, the two pieces of clothing were changed onto the two of them.

"I killed two monks from Medicine King Valley and have obtained their identity credentials. Before they react, we will use the teleportation array to go to Xizhou."

"Ah? Why not go to Southern Xinjiang? And what are you going west for?" Song Qingpao asked subconsciously. "The road to Southern Xinjiang is long, and there are only those scoundrels from the Six Sects along the way. The night is long and dreams are many. If you want to go, go ahead." Lin Feng sneered. "As for why you're going west, I've already learned from the two people I killed. Elder Wuyang is currently in Xizhou. My Hundred Demon Sect hasn't been destroyed yet, so there's still hope!"

Song Qingpao felt dizzy and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Subconsciously, I didn't want to go with Lin Feng.

Seeing Song Qingpao hesitate, Lin Feng sneered and said, "If you don't leave, I will leave on my own. When the people in Medicine King Valley find out that two disciples have died, you can explain it to them yourself."

Song Qingpao touched his new face and felt that he could not wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Qing River.

I just feel that Lin Feng is a disaster. He tied me up and got on the pirate ship too quickly. I really regret recruiting him into the Hundred Demons Sect.
"Are you absolutely sure?" Song Qingpao asked, covering his head.

Lin Feng revealed his third cold smile of the night, "Oh, no, it's just a gamble of life."

Song Qingpao said, "You're a fucking lunatic! Why don't you change your name to Lin Feng?"

"Oh, whatever. What? For our great cause, for Elder Wuyang, you wouldn't even dare to gamble your life?"

Brother Feng continued to sneer.

Song Qingpao was speechless for a moment and could only keep silent. He endured the headache and followed Lin Feng out of the inn.

But as they went deeper into the teleportation array, Song Qingpao slowly relaxed.

He felt that he was really lucky because they managed to get in without any trouble.

However, just when the final push was in hand, something went wrong. The cultivator on duty looked at Lin Feng and said, "Xiao Li, weren't you sent out of the city by the master? Why..."

Song Qingpao was thinking of an excuse, but he saw Lin Feng directly swung his sword with murderous intent, stabbing it into the man's chest, and then grabbed another young monk who was frightened and taken him as a hostage.

"go!"

Because of Lin Feng's decisiveness, Song Qingpao could only follow Lin Feng into the transmission in a daze.

"Oh, please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please let me go."

The captured monk from Yaowang Valley seemed to be a weak person. He started begging for mercy before Lin Feng could even speak.

Lin Feng didn't have to spend much effort to force the other party to reveal the method of activating the magic circle.

After the magic circle was activated, Song Qingpao suddenly saw the shadow of a huge sala tree appear in the distance, and the aura of a powerful person who was undergoing tribulation came directly over.

But the momentum of the magic circle transmission has been achieved.

Brother Feng looked at the sal tree and sneered for the fourth time tonight.

The moment Lin Feng was teleported away, he slashed the throat of the disciple of Medicine King Valley who was being held hostage, and then threw him out of the teleportation array!

"Oh, a mere Medicine King Valley! You were toyed with by me, Song Qingpao! Remember this! As long as I, the Three-Eyed Demon Lord Song Qingpao, live, this demon sect will not be destroyed!"

After being teleported away, Brother Feng's voice echoed over Guixi City.

Song Qingpao felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in the territory of Xizhou.

Because of the time difference, it's not dark here yet.

He always felt that something was wrong, especially the fact that Lin Feng used his name to threaten others was wrong.

What does the Three-Eyed Demon Lord Song Qingpao mean? There is clearly a star on his forehead.

Moreover, isn't this action a little too fast? Is it really that easy?
But Lin Feng didn't give him a chance to think and just ran away.

Because the breath of the sala tree is chasing after them.

Song Qingpao had a deadly look on his face.

But there is always a way out. Just when these illusory branches were about to capture the two of them, a dark-skinned Shura figure appeared in the barbarian city.

With three heads and eight arms, it cut off the branches with one sword.

Song Qingpao was delighted. He didn't expect that they would have a misunderstanding.

Then, Lin Feng, holding the black sword, used his magical powers to take Song Qingpao and ran out of the barbarian city.

After running far enough, Lin Feng found a forest and put Song Qingpao down.

"Let's find a deserted mountain to hide for a few days first. After the storm has temporarily died down, you and I will set out to find Elder Wuyang." Lin Feng said.

"Wait a minute." After they were safe, Song Qingpao seemed to come to his senses. He waved his hands and said, "Fuck you, why did you say my name just now? What do you mean?"

"I'm a petty person. I was the one doing all the hard work tonight, so I wanted to find something for you to do. I was the one who killed the person. If you don't take the blame, are you planning to report me?"

Song Qingpao was speechless for a moment, thinking that there was no point in reporting it now, he would definitely not be able to go back to Dongzhou.

I, the Three-Eyed Demon Lord who killed three people in a row, am afraid that as soon as I return to Dongzhou, I will be crushed into poop by the angry Dujie.

Thinking of this, Song Qingpao became afraid again.

"Those two who are crossing the tribulation barrier won't chase us after the misunderstanding is resolved, right?" he asked, shrinking his neck.

Lin Feng smiled coldly again, "Oh, I don't know, it all depends on luck, let's go."

Perhaps it was because they were closer to Wuyang, although the stars on his forehead were getting brighter, his headache was relieved. Song Qingpao looked around fearfully, and ran two steps to catch up with Lin Feng.

The wonderful journey of fleeing but actually searching for sheep began.

"Is this all right?" Xiao Xue restrained his breath. After finishing his performance with his friend from Xizhou, he returned to Guixi City. Standing on the top of the city wall, he asked Xia Yan beside him, "I always feel that this matter is full of loopholes."

"Yeah, it's full of loopholes, but it doesn't matter. As long as the plot is tight enough, the readers, ah, I mean the one called Song Qingpao, won't be able to react."

"Just explain it as a coincidence."

"Besides, Song Qingpao has already arrived in Xizhou and doesn't dare to come back. So what else can he do except continue to follow Lin Feng around?"

Xia Yan, the famous writer of unfinished stories, was smoking a pipe and was very satisfied with the plot he had arranged.

As the main performers, the fujoshi came running over humming little tunes.

One of them was stabbed with a sword and the other had his neck cut.

Those disciples of Yaowang Valley just now were all transformed by Fu Ji alone.

After Zhang Ze had discussed it with them, Xia Yan and the other girls were brought to Guixi City by Xiaoxue and started acting with Lin Feng.

As for the results, it was very successful.

The fujoshi chatted for a while, then merged into one, and this fujoshi stretched out her hand to Xiaoxue to ask for benefits.

"award!"

Xiaoxue rubbed Fu Ji's head and took out a humanoid plant.

That thing was probably ginseng, but it was cultivated by Yaowang Valley to look a little too much like a human.

He is eight feet tall and has muscular body.

The two corpses that Lin Feng absorbed with the black sword in front of Song Qingpao just now were disguised as this thing.

After Fu Ji took it, she was very happy. She directly changed the ginseng into her own shape, then held it and started to chew it from the beginning.

While eating, his body sank to the ground.

Looking at this weird scene, Xia Yan suddenly felt that his imagination was still too shallow.

Linglu Valley.

Zhang Ze, who did not participate in the operation but only gave advice, lay on the grass, looking at the night sky above his head, and couldn't sleep at all.

Although he was indeed very tired.

But for some reason, he is quite sensitive now.

He had sensed some unusual movements in the east before, but he thought it was just a coincidence. However, when Xiaoxue leaked her aura in Guixi City just now, he also felt it.

The feeling of knowing the world when connected with the destiny of Dongzhou is still there.

Although it became very weak, it did not completely disappear.

This feeling is weird.

It was as if someone reminded him every once in a while that his heart should beat in 38 beats and his breathing should be in manual mode.

It's very annoying.

Zhang Ze shook his head, got up from the ground, picked up A'li who was sleeping beside him and put her on his shoulder.

He planned to go find his junior sister and ask his mother-in-law to take his pulse to see what the symptoms were.

I had just taken one step, and that feeling of knowing the world in one-third of a step came back.

But this time it was from the east, and he felt a familiar aura.

It's the sect master's aura.

The sect leader fought with someone.

(End of this chapter)