The villain's guide to throwing blame

After driving away Bansong and Banhe, Feng Ling went back to his inner room to sit quietly. When he wanted to meditate and practice, he found that his mind was troubled and he couldn't calm down. I sank into a meditative state.

After forcefully forcing himself to circulate the spiritual power around his body for a few laps, something went wrong accidentally, and the spiritual power scrambled and collided between his confidantes.

Feng Ling clutched his heart that was churning with qi and blood, and sighed helplessly, he had to give up cultivation, he was afraid that if he didn't get distracted like this, it would not be cultivation, but suicide.

The very angry Young Master Feng looked around his room depressed, found out the scriptures, pen and paper that he brought with him to copy the scriptures for the old lady, and copied several pages of Buddhist scriptures intently. Kankan calmed down.

It was simply that he had piled up things that he hadn't finished yet, and his mother's birthday was approaching, so Feng Ling copied along the way, and in the end, he almost entered a rather peaceful state of enlightenment.

"Bodhisattva, according to Prajna Paramita, there is no hindrance in the heart. Without hindrance, there is no terror, far away from reversed dreams, and Nirvana. All Buddhas of the three times, according to Prajna Paramita..."

When Ban Song came back to report the affairs, he saw his young master was holding the pen holder, reciting the scriptures in a low voice, copying the scriptures unhurriedly, and the aura around him became much more peaceful and calm. Not to be disturbed.

Feng Ling raised his eyelashes slightly at this time, and after taking a look at him, he stopped his movements. He was not in a hurry to ask anything, but carefully put the scriptures in his hands away, and then packed himself up. Paper and ink on the table.

Seeing this, Bansong stepped forward consciously, and helped the young master put away the scattered inkstone and rice paper on the table, and at the same time replied in a low voice: "Young master, Master Yuechen is coming soon."

Hearing this, Feng Ling's eyelashes twitched slightly, and then he hummed softly, and there was no expression on his face, but his subordinates continued to sort out the scriptures he had copied in a slow manner.

After he put all the things in the bookcase beside him, he raised his eyes and looked at the subordinate who was standing beside him with his hands down. He walked out and ordered, "We should go down."

Bansong looked at his tall and straight back, answered in a low voice, then followed his steps and walked out together.

Therefore, as soon as Yuechen stepped into the lobby of the inn, he saw the young man in red standing inside with a smile on his face, looking at him.

He paused, and the two of them stared at each other silently at a distance of a few steps. For a moment, the atmosphere in the lobby became tense.

After a few breaths passed, Feng Ling was the first to break the silence, he cupped his hands with a smile and asked, "Has the mage ever eaten?"

Yue Chen breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and took off the hat on his head, looked at the young man calmly and said, "No, Young Master Feng wants one?"

"It just so happens that I never..." Feng Ling, who was following his question just now, stopped for a moment, and looked at Yue Chen with some surprise.

Unexpectedly, the monk would take the initiative to invite him, Feng Ling was momentarily at a loss for words, but soon realized and laughed again.

"The mage's invitation, I naturally have to accept it. I just asked for a box with the shopkeeper, and now it's just right."

Half a quarter of an hour later, the two were sitting in the private room, with all the dishes on the table, and after the waiter had served all the dishes, Ban Song followed them out, so at this time, only Feng Ling and Yue Chen were left behind. People sit opposite each other in the room.

Ever since the two met in the lobby, the atmosphere has been quite weird. Feng Ling, who usually talks a lot, didn't ask more questions, and Yuechen didn't explain anything, so they just sat here in a delicate atmosphere, looking at each other.

"Mage going out today, what can I gain?" Feng Ling held the teapot in one hand and poured a cup for Yue Chen, then moved his chopsticks, put some in front of him to taste, and asked casually as if chatting sentence.

Yuechen's eyes moved slightly, and after he glanced at the young man in red without any trace, he lowered his head, put his emotions into the depths of his eyes, looked at the rosary on his wrist, and said lightly: "But there are so many After a little harvest, the poor monk sat in the teahouse on the main street of Mingye Town and heard some rumors."

"Huh?" Feng Ling became curious, and looked at him with the teacup.

"It is rumored that many immortal cultivators have come to Mingye Town these days," Yuechen also picked up the wooden chopsticks in front of him, and put some spiritual plants in his bowl, "and the slightly dignified sects in the demon cultivators They all sent out their disciples, the reason is to let them come to learn more."

"It can be seen from this that this Undertow Auction, I am afraid that the items for sale are a bit special. It can stir up the entire Zhonglu to focus on this place. It is either too precious or too dangerous."

After listening to what Yue Chen said, Feng Ling nodded thoughtfully, and shared the news he got with him, "If you talk about immortal cultivation, I just got the news. There are thirteen sects of the five orthodox schools, except three All sects have sent people here."

"Three?" Yue Chen turned to look at him in surprise, showing a somewhat unexpected expression.

"Yes, three," Feng Ling replied with a half-smile, "Miaoyinfang, Medicine God Valley, and Xuantianzong."

These three sects didn't send people here, which was really beyond Yue Chen's expectation. He originally thought that if it was said that the sects that could not come, the Xuanwu Pavilion and Qianlin Sect, which were still chaotic and overwhelmed by themselves, would not come. The next one may be a low-key small sect, but he never thought, but these three big sects uncharacteristically did not come to participate.

"Mu Tinglou didn't come to join in the fun this time?"

Hearing this, Feng Ling shook his head, and replied casually: "I'm afraid that Mu Tinglou doesn't have the time to spare. His master has left the seclusion at this time, and a spiritual message has been sent to call him back. I'm afraid that Yaoshen Valley will be more lively." Days, there is no time to swim in this muddy water."

Yue Chen was silent, the owner of the Medicine God Valley was not in charge of the sect all year round, he was either traveling to find medicine or retreating in his own cave, listening to Feng Ling, this time he wanted to sit firmly in the sect and support his big apprentice , the position has been stabilized. In this way, Yaoshen Valley will be busy for a while, and it is understandable not to come.

But Xuantianzong and Miaoyinfang, what is the purpose of these two.

After deciding in his heart to return to the room, he sent a Lingxun back to the sect to inquire about what happened to Xuantianzong. Yue Chen glanced at Feng Ling who was eating quietly from the corner of his eye, and recalled that not long ago he and the elder of Miaoyinfang I saw a secret conflict, but after hesitating again and again, I didn't ask anything.

This is obviously Feng Ling's private matter, and it's really inappropriate to ask too many questions. If he could tell, Feng Ling should have told him long ago.Subconsciously, Yue Chen still believes that Feng Ling has nothing to hide from him.

Having said that, the two of them had no other news to exchange for the time being. For a while, the box became quiet, except for the slight sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding from time to time.

In fact, although the inn looks unattractive and a little dilapidated, the environment inside is quite comfortable, and even the food in it can be considered delicious, which can meet the standard of Fengling.

Holding the spoon in his hand, Feng Ling gently skimmed the soup in his bowl, drinking it one after another, as if he had something in his heart that made him hesitate.

"The poor monk just went out—" Suddenly, Yuechen opened his mouth lightly, as if he wanted to say something.

With a shake of Feng Ling's hand, the spoon and the wall of the bowl made a crisp sound, which woke up Young Master Feng who was immersed in his own thoughts, and he interrupted Yue Chen's unspoken words without hesitation.

"Master, there are still three days, and the dark tide is about to start."

"..." Yue Chen's words were abruptly cut off, his eyes met Feng Ling calmly, and after a few moments of staring at each other, the young man moved his eyes away somewhat unnaturally, but the expression on his profile face could be seen. Call it indifference.

The monk let out a long sigh in his heart, swallowed back what he wanted to say, no longer tried to say it, and only hummed in a low voice, which was regarded as a response to Feng Ling's nonsense just now.

The two fell into silence again, there was no conversation, and the speed of eating was much faster. The meal was soon over, and they got up and left the box together.

The young man and the monk walked one after the other, walked out of the dining room and headed for the guest room.

Feng Ling took a step behind, followed behind Yue Chen, tightly clutching the jade pendant around his waist, unconsciously rubbing it lightly, he looked at the silent back of the monk, and the blood that had been suppressed in his chest and abdomen was churning again When I got up, there was a stabbing pain.

With a muffled snort, he leaned on the wall with one hand, clutched his chest and channeled his spiritual energy, trying to forcefully press down the stabbing pain.

Hearing the abnormal sound behind him, Yuechen turned around abruptly, and saw the young man leaning on the wall, his face was pale, his forehead was covered with dense sweat, and the spiritual power all over his body was chaotically colliding. trouble.

He walked a few steps quickly, stretched out his hand to hold Fengling's wrist unquestionably, and probed his own spiritual power in, guiding his chaotic spiritual power to flow slowly through the meridians for a few laps, knocking him down. Ni's spiritual power stroked him back.

After suppressing his anger just now, Fengling cleverly turned his wrist, freed himself from Yuechen's grasp, and said flatly: "Thank you mage for your help, something went wrong just now, everything is fine now .”

He looked at Yuechen's quiet and deep eyes, and felt that faint pain seemed to come back again. He looked away in a bit of embarrassment, and said eagerly: "It's getting late, mage, let's go back to the room to rest. Just adjust your breathing by yourself."

After saying that, he left from Yuechen's side, opened the door of his room, gave a sloppy salute, and then closed the door.

The young man leaned on the shelf by the door, clutching his chest that had started to ache just now, finally unable to hold back, he coughed out a mouthful of fishy sweetness.

Yuechen stood silently at the door, neither knocking nor leaving, just watching quietly.

After coughing up the blood accumulated in his chest, Feng Ling wiped away the blood around his mouth expressionlessly, and just leaned against the shelf without moving. He raised his eyes and stared at the closed door with dark eyes. It was as if he was staring at the person outside the door through the door.

They could feel the presence of the other party, but neither of them took the initiative to take a step forward, just kept silent like this, blocking all the dark and turbulent emotions, and many things that they couldn't distinguish from themselves.

A not-so-heavy door separated the distance between the two, but it seemed to be more than just the distance.

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