Feng Xiaohan didn't know that he had been targeted, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously. This is Bianzhou City. Do the grassland people dare to commit murderous crimes against a Taoist genius from the Tang Dynasty here?

No one dared to do this, even Qian Feng didn't have the courage.

So when he knew that Meng'er was here and that something happened just now, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and he didn't bother to greet the guests who were visiting him, and hurried out.

"How did this girl come out?"

Qian Feng looked at the head of the Tianqing Conference and sighed: "Why did you even hide it from her and don't inform me?"

The headmaster wiped the sweat from his forehead and said aggrievedly: "I don't want to do it either, but the saint is noble and with the coercion and temptation, how dare I, a headmaster, disobey?"

Qian Feng thought about it and it was true. Under the tyranny of his junior sister, even his senior brother sometimes had to compromise, let alone a general manager?

Thinking of the scene where the cold senior brother, who was a child, was sad and riding a horse for the junior sister, Qian Feng couldn't help but smile.

But when I remembered that the little girl who caused trouble everywhere was in the city, I couldn't help but put away my smile and asked, "Where did you arrange for her to live?"

"Xuanyintang." said the general manager: "Do you want me to invite her over?"

Qian Feng thought for a while and shook his head, "Junior sister is very smart. I expected that I would find her here too, so I was afraid she would have found a place to hide."

The manager sighed. The saint of the grassland was really worry-free and said, "What should I do?"

Qian Feng was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Listen to her guards, she was confronting a disciple of the Central Plains on the roof of the attic."

It turned out that Qian Feng knew about this so quickly, and it was the man who picked up hydrangeas that he told him.

I thought it was because I was afraid that she would really beat the young man and anger Changmingzong to make things worse, so I informed Yaolang Yu with Meng'er on his back, but I didn't dare to tell her whereabouts.

Between reality and the Saint, this guard is really hard to do.

The manager was stunned and said, "Is this really the case?"

Qian Feng nodded slightly and said, "Meng'er has a high vision. Ordinary disciples will never catch her eyes. Please check if any disciple of Changming Sect went down the mountain to experience the world."

The manager understood what he meant and nodded.

What she targeted would never give up easily until she achieved her goal.

So as long as you find that disciple of Changming Sect, you won’t be afraid of not being able to catch her.

After the manager left,

Qian Feng looked at the street outside the window with his eyes full of worries.

No one can let the junior sister suffer a loss. As for the troubles caused, there will naturally be a master who wipes her butt.

For Meng'er, he was more helpless.

The Saint is the messenger of heaven on earth. Her reputation has always been sacred and inviolable. It has a very high status in the hearts of the tribes of the grassland. However, few people know that she is just a child who is spoiled by the Saint of Knife in private.

Of course, there is also a "credit" from him and his senior brother.

What he was worried about was that disciple Changming.

Meng'er will definitely try her best to provoke him and force the boy to fight with her.

Those naughty pranks in the league are still in sight,

Even now, he can't forget the pain caused by using toilet paper soaked in chili water last year.

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...

There was a lot of food at the Celebration Conference, but how could so many people be able to share it? It was quickly swept away.

Feng Xiaohan applied the oil on his mouth and felt that it was not satisfying.

The grassland people mainly trade in fur in the city, and there are no restaurants. Although the snacks on the roadside are good, they have a single style and are roughly made, and are far less rich and delicious than the food used to sacrifice to heaven.

He walked in the alleys of the Changming Trading Company, looked at the dark sky, and said, "It's cloudy tonight, and there's no moon."

The so-called dark moon and high winds are a good opportunity to kill and rob.

After the curfew, the city of Bianzhou became particularly deserted, with only the neat footsteps of night patrol soldiers in the city, which was in sharp contrast to the buzzing sounds during the day.

This is the military important military site of the Tang Dynasty. All monks and merchants entering and leaving the city must be registered and subject to strict inspection. I don’t know how many eyeliners are hidden around the residences of the ten demon wolf emperors who appeared during the day, staring at their every move.

In such a city, except for the profiteering businessmen who have no control over their profits, there will be no arrogant person who dares to test the law with his own eyes.

At this time, the sky was gloomy and I couldn't see my five fingers. Two agile shadows took advantage of the stars and moons to pass through the beams quickly. Their steps were like grass blown up by the wind and then fell, without making any sound, and soon arrived at Changming Trading.

A little light faintly emerged from a closed window on the top floor, as if it wasn't sleepy yet.

Meng'er's face was covered by black cloth and she asked in a low voice: "Are you sure it's here?"

"Small sure, but are you sure you're going to do it now?"

The man's voice trembled and he said, "This is Changming Trading Company, and it is still during the curfew. I'm afraid..."

Meng'er patted his head lightly and said, "Did you be brave enough to be eaten by the wolf on the grassland?"

Meng'er is a saint in the grassland. Her status is similar to that of Zhao Xueer, who is a princess, and is even higher than that of all the disciples of Changming Sect. Even if the Tang Dynasty generals are here, they cannot do anything to her. At most, they will send people back to the alliance and hand them over to the leader of the grassland alliance to take over.

The man thought that he was a guard and following his master here was only an accomplice, and even if he was discovered, he would not make things difficult for him.

After comforting myself like this, I became a little more courageous and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"The old rules, I write a letter of war late at night, thinking it's provocative."

Meng'er took out a knife, tied an envelope to the handle of the knife, and pointed it at the window.

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...

Feng Xiaohan asked, "What did you find out?"

"There are only some rumors, which are stories told by the elderly on the grassland, which sounds very mysterious."

Chi Mei stretched her waist and pinched her slender legs. This movement was very charming, but Feng Xiaohan didn't care and couldn't help feeling a little bored and said, "This place is just a legend, and it's very long and does not seem to exist."

Feng Xiaohan was silent.

Old man Guo told him that Akame Spring is in the north, so it must exist, but the specific location can only be found by him. This seems to be quite difficult.

"What kind of rumors are those?"

"The legendary Akatsuki Spring is not an ordinary spring. The spring water is red. Looking down from a high altitude, it looks like a scarlet red eye of gods and demons. It can live and die, flesh and bones. But with ghosts and monsters, only those with truly pure hearts of Tao can enter."

Chi Mei shook her head slightly and said, "If such a spring exists, it will either be destroyed in the battle between gods and demons, or it will be in a place that cannot be reached by human footprints, otherwise it would have been taken for themselves by the northerners. How could we not even hear it?"

The northern grasslands are as vast as the sea, but after all, they are not wilderness areas. Human footprints have been left in every corner. Guo Mingzhe knows this place, which proves that the people who found it did not hide this fact. Why are there only rumors that few people know about it?

But as long as it really exists, Feng Xiaohan believes that he will find it sooner or later.

After Chi Mei left, he sat cross-legged beside the bed, about to transform into a spirit and practice, but outside the window, a sound of breaking through the air, followed by the sound of wood chips breaking.

A flying knife broke into the window and nailed it into the wall, leaving only the handle of the knife.

The next moment, a pure sword energy followed the trajectory of the flying knife, rising from the house and falling toward a certain place outside the window.

The windows were completely crushed into wood chips.

This is the first style of Wanqiu sword, pulling Wu hook.

Compared with the past, Feng Xiaohan's sword energy behind the cave is more solid and trained. The sword intent is long and the distance is so far, the sword energy still has great power.

There was a bang.

The tiles on a roof opposite Changming Trading Company were shattered by sword energy, and two slight sounds went far away, and soon there was no sound.

Feng Xiaohan frowned slightly and let the night wind blow across his face.

"Running?"

He didn't chase him because it was too late.

Feng Xiaohan took off the flying knife on the wall. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and exquisitely crafted, as bright as silver. It was obviously from the hands of everyone, but it was not like the traditional style of the Tang Dynasty...

Seeing a letter tied with a red rope on the hilt of the knife, Feng Xiaohan took it down and put it in his arms.

Footsteps sounded, and the door was opened.

Chi Mei broke into the house, and the shopkeeper and guards followed closely behind, blocking Feng Xiaohan, guarding against cold arrows that could be shot from the streets and alleys at any time. Several breaths rose outside the house, which were the guards jumping onto the roof.

The entire Changming Trading Company became brightly lit, and several crossbows pointed at the dark corners nearby. The surrounding neighbors were also awakened by the sword energy. The soldiers who were patrolling the night rushed to surround the place.

Chi Mei then breathed a sigh of relief. The closed disciple in Ruoshan had a few short and short here. She had a few brains that didn't have enough explanations, so she asked, "Who is it?"

Feng Xiaohan handed her the flying knife, shook her head, and said, "I didn't see it, they ran away."

He told the matter all the time, but concealed the news about the letter.

"It's good that you're fine. Go to another room to rest first. Just leave the next thing to me."

Feng Xiaohan changed another room, and there was a servant guarding him outside the door. Chi Mei went to explain the situation to the generals who arrived.

The flying knife could break through the formation on the window and go straight into the house. It was obviously not an ordinary person.

But what does this mean?

If the other party wants to kill someone, it will never be possible to use such a stupid method. Although this flying knife is not bad, it cannot hurt Feng Xiaohan at all. Moreover, there is no poison on the knife, so it doesn't seem to have murderous intentions no matter how you look.
To be continued...