The villain's guide to throwing blame

As in the past, Feng Ling left the courtyard gate holding a pitch-black long sword.

He walked leisurely towards the cliff with his saber in hand, humming a little tune with an unknown tune along the way, and admiring the beautiful and exotic flowers on the side of the road in a good mood.

The few clumps of sandalwood brought back a few days ago caught the man's eyes. The person who seldom spoke to him in the past actually took back those clumps of green plants. For this reason, I even easily asked him for a few taels of good tea. , had a drink with him once.

Usually, I treasure my tea and books, but because of a few pots of broken flowers, I let go easily!Feng Ling felt a little bit of awkward depression, but also a little bit of joy, and if he wanted to get on him seriously, he would have a new way in the future.

This pleasant little thought didn't stop in his mind until he stood in front of the cliff where he practiced martial arts.

He stood still with the sword in his hand, took a deep breath, his wrist moved slightly, and his spiritual power burst forth, a majestic and sharp sword intent rushed out from the slowly unsheathed sword edge.

"Chong————"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the spiritual power and sword intent stirred the rich aura among the cliffs with the rotation of the sword. Feng Ling solemnly raised his posture, and began his daily daily sword practice schedule.

The wanton and crazy evil spirit and coldness in the sword intent turned into an invisible long sword in the change of each sword move, and the surge of spiritual power caused by it split the exposed part of the cliff, and the whole sword edge sent out the sound of fighting. Crisp and loud.

After an unknown amount of time, the tip of Feng Ling's sword, which was still immersed in the sharp sword moves, swayed slightly. He paused for an instant, retracted the sword in his hand, and turned his head to look in the direction of his cave.

Feng Ling frowned seriously, sheathed the sword in his hand, opened a gap in space, and stepped in.

Just now the restriction he left in the mansion was touched, but the spiritual breath that came from him was very familiar. He didn't care much about it at first, and just let the man relax in his cave mansion, but at this moment, he felt a burst of spiritual consciousness coming in in his ears.

"I have something important to discuss, come back quickly."

Although he couldn't figure it out, he still stopped, directly opened the space gap, and rushed back in a short distance.I don't know what it is, and he needs to work so urgently to find himself.

Just as he was thinking wildly, his eyes lighted up, and it turned out that he had arrived.

Holding the sword, Feng Ling hurriedly walked into his courtyard, and entered the sword tower with a slight mistake in his footsteps.At this time, he saw a monk in white sitting at the table in the main hall. He frowned and looked at something on the table, obviously troubled by something.

As soon as he noticed him coming in, before Feng Ling could speak, he heard the monk sigh slightly and said: "The venerable is back, the poor monk has something very urgent to tell you this time."

Unconcealable worry was revealed from his cold voice, and his face, which was usually full of cold and indifferent expressions, was also stained with dark clouds and a little embarrassing anxiety.

Seeing his expression, Feng Ling's heart twitched slightly, and he felt a pang of distressed concern. He was about to speak a few words of concern for the monk, but he heard his own indifferent voice, "His Holiness, please tell me."

Seeming to be quite familiar with the tone, the monk nodded indifferently. He frowned, handed over a piece of leather paper in his hand, and motioned him to take a look.

"Some time ago, the secret realm of the fairy forest was opened, and monks from the Central Continent flocked to it. The treasures and magic weapons they obtained were unknown, and they really benefited the sect. The most precious artifact."

As Feng Ling glanced at the content on the paper, the monk explained the reason for this great event.

"Those hypocrites actually found out the mountains and rivers?" After finally digesting the news, Feng Ling's eyebrows were raised high, obviously very surprised by this.

The monk nodded, his lips were pursed tightly, and his jaw collapsed into a cold and sharp arc. He pondered for a while, and said helplessly the biggest hidden danger, "It is rumored that the mountain and river scroll is the only artifact in this world. Among them, the spiritual energy of all things in the mountains and rivers is also the node of the causal cycle of heaven and earth, and the world does not know whether it is true or not, but those who found the mountains and rivers have no scruples about it..."

Hearing the hidden meaning, Feng Ling followed his words in disbelief and asked, "Did they split the mountain and river volume?"

Seeing that the white-clothed monk heard this, his expression became more serious, but he didn't correct the statement, Feng Ling had a headache.There are countless legends left behind from the age of saints, but now seeing that the world is becoming more and more harsh on those who practice the Tao, and gradually entering the period of the end of the saints, there are only sub-sages in the world, but there is no such thing as a true saint.

Countless inheritances have been lost, and there are even legends or records that are not known to be true or false. The sub-sage who still has some knowledge of some secrets of the saint period has long since left the world and gone to practice in seclusion.So much so that the inheritance is incomplete, and monks today lack knowledge of things in ancient times, and this artifact of mountains and rivers is even more legendary.

He recalled the anecdotes that his master had told him, and he couldn't help feeling a headache. He turned his head and glanced at the monk in white who was also worried, but obviously expected the consequences too simply.

He sighed for a long time, looked at the suddenly gloomy sky outside the tower, and said in a low voice: "The law of heaven is ruthless, and karma checks and balances. Now that the node is broken, I am afraid that a catastrophe is coming."

There was a loud bang, and a huge thunder as thick as a pillar of heaven smashed straight into the ground from the sky, resounding through Zhonglu.

Feng Ling was suddenly awakened by the sound of thunder. He sat up blindfolded, rubbed his eyes with his hands, looked at the person sitting beside his bed, and muttered, "Master, is it going to rain?"

The master looked at him when he heard the words. The person who used to have a gentle smile was rarely serious. He looked at the little apprentice he knew nothing about, and softened his expression. He stretched out his hand and patted his cheek lightly. Head, rubbed twice.

"That's right, Ling'er got up first, we can't avoid the rain here, we have to find a place to live." The middle-aged man whispered, gently took the little apprentice out of the bed, and then put away the bedding on the floor Come.

Feng Ling obediently agreed, then stood up, helped the master pack up the luggage that was not much at all, and followed him to leave this messy pile of stones in the night.

"Walk so fast, where are you going, master." Feng Ling ran all the way, barely keeping up with the fast-moving master, he couldn't help but asked curiously out of breath.

Hearing his appearance, the middle-aged man sighed secretly, slowed down his pace, took Feng Ling with one hand, walked forward, and replied, "Didn't Ling'er want to see the sea market in Dongcheng? It's about to open, and the weather is not good, so Master has to take you to find a place to stay."

Hearing the answer, the little apprentice couldn't hide a happy answer, and then took the initiative to pull the master to run.The middle-aged man looked back with complicated emotions in his eyes, then looked back at the child, and unconsciously clenched his hands.

Half an hour later, an old dilapidated temple appeared in front of the two of them. Feng Ling, who was already a little tired, couldn't help but tugged at Master's sleeve excitedly, and pointed at it, "Master, look there, can you live here?"

The middle-aged man, who was becoming more and more absent-minded, glanced ahead, and responded briefly, "That's right there, go in quickly." Then he frowned and looked in the direction he came from, and his nerves became more and more tense.

He followed Feng Ling, took out some shiny jade stones from his sleeves, and threw them in the corners outside the ruined temple as if casually, then made a strange gesture with his fingertips, and then relaxed slightly , and then stepped into the temple.

After walking for less than half an hour, Feng Ling was already extremely sleepy. After washing his hands, he lay down in the small nest that his master had placed, as if he had fallen asleep in a daze.

The middle-aged man who found a good place to settle down did not send it down. He was holding a bead string in his hand, and he was pinching it slowly, his body tensed into a line.And the sky outside the house gradually darkened. When the first muffled thunder sounded, he raised his head, looked through the gate, and looked in the direction they came from.

The master sighed, looked down at Feng Ling who was in a deep sleep, stretched out his hand and stroked his head slowly, and gently rubbed it twice with reluctance, "Amitabha, you and I, master and disciple, Today's destiny is all here, I hope you will have no worries for the rest of your life."

He gently moved his hand away, looked at the little apprentice a few times, and wanted to stand up and leave, but he hesitated a bit. After struggling for a while, he gently pushed the child to wake him up.

"Huh? Master?" The sleepy Feng Ling looked at him suspiciously, his eyelids twitching.

"Ling'er, I have something to deal with as a teacher. Go out first. If I don't come back tomorrow morning, you can wait here for three days." The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, then asked softly as if he had made a decision.

Feng Ling nodded, and lay down again. He was about to fall into a dream again under the drowsiness, but at this moment, a thought flashed in his mind. He opened his eyes and looked at the master who had already walked to the door. Seeing the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at him again After a few glances, the back that never looked back felt a twitch in his heart.

He sat up abruptly, got up in a panic and ran towards the door, shouting to his master and chased after him all the way, but the distance between the two of them was getting farther and farther, and they couldn't catch up no matter how hard they chased.He shouted hoarsely behind him, but the middle-aged man never looked back at him.

"Master!"

Feng Ling sat up covered in cold sweat, the room was still the same as when he fell asleep, the night pearl was still shining faintly, he sat on the bed in a daze, his emotions were still sinking in the dream just now and he couldn't wake up. .

Why did he dream about what happened so long ago again? He rubbed his forehead, let out a long breath, his heartbeat still couldn't calm down, he simply put on his coat and left the bed.

Barefoot, Feng Ling walked to the window, leaned on the window coffin, looked at the cold full moon in the sky, the cold touch on his forehead pulled back his mind, his emotions gradually calmed down, and he remembered the cold moon in the dream just now. scene, with a sneer.

Not only did I dream about things that happened so long ago, but I also fantasized about changing the ending without authorization. Is it true that I am still so naive in my heart.

"Knock Knock-"

In the middle of the night, the door was knocked suddenly, and Yue Chen calmly opened his eyes.

As soon as the door opened, Young Master Feng, who was supposed to be resting in the room, was casually wearing a robe, holding a jar of wine in his hand and looking at him with a smile.

Feng Ling raised his hand and shook it in front of him, then said with a smile: "Master, accompany me for a drink?"

The author has something to say:

Cough, I believe 08:30 is also the afternoon, really, it’s my brother Risheng’s afternoon until nine o’clock! ! !I don't listen I'm not late! ! ! ! !At least I coded for tomorrow!The little angels love me!

Bobobo, show your heart to everyone

The first half of this chapter is a more important part of the overall plot, and it is related to Chapters 17 and 23. It may be a bit baffling to look at, but the characters and backgrounds in it have actually been mentioned in Chapter 3 and Chapter 25 ! ! !And the Blood Night Styx Scroll has a very important identity!Will talk about it later! ! !So many spoilers, love everyone