Mid-time

Lu Zeyu lay on the bed, looking at the master who was meditating on the side.

"Master, don't you sleep?"

"A disciple, meditating for the teacher is to rest."

Lu Zeyu turned sideways for a moment and fell asleep. Feng Meiyang sighed helplessly.

He slept so fast, but Wang Liyang's kidnapping should have nothing to do with him.

I heard that Lu Zeyu met Wang Liyang in a downtown city and had already informed Wang Liyang.

However, the incident of Wang Liyang being kidnapped was already in a turmoil. When it was midnight, the sound of armor and equipment still came from time to time on the street, and the people from the Daoya government were still searching.

I heard that the eldest son was in a bad mood and went to a Fengyue Tower alone. When the entourage entered, he found that the eldest son had already disappeared, and a letter of help from the eldest son was later brought to the Yangding Sect.

Feng Youyang didn't want to pay attention to this matter, after all, it had nothing to do with him. Now that he has obtained the Taoist order of Tianxi County Daotong, he no longer has to hide it. These days are all the monks who come to visit, and Feng Youyang has never refused.

Originally, the purpose of this trip was to collect disciples, the second was to have ten thousand medicine jars, and the third was to find out the truth of other sects. However, after taking Lu Zeyu as his disciple, all three could be abandoned.

At this moment, the wind melodiously smelled a faint fragrance. He immediately closed his breath, opened his eyes to the sky, and his mind was clear and clear. The surrounding images appeared in his mind, which extended little by little outside the house.

On the roof under the moon, a masked woman in black stood in a black tight-fitting dress, with a concave figure, two bent daggers hanging around her waist, her eyes were cold, and a light pink smell flowed out of the small bottle opened in the woman's hand.

This thing should be a scent of fragrance, but unfortunately, the wind is full of spiritual energy. This kind of fragrance that is despicable and guided by spiritual energy. When you first smell it, you will know that it is useless to the wind, let alone Lu Zeyu who was asleep on the bed.

Before you know the purpose of the visitor, Feng Youyang will not take action rashly, just wait and see what changes will happen.

I saw the woman put away the bottle, fell down lightly, opened the window, and fell silently into the house.

The woman in black did not look for Feng Youyang, but touched the bedside, pulled out a bent dagger from her waist, and stabbed Lu Zeyu's forehead.

bite

The woman looked surprised and looked at the knife in her hand as if it was against a stone. Just when she was confused, a whizzing sound rang out, and the woman immediately dodged when she heard the sound.

The woman's veil fell off and her clothes were torn apart. She did not hide it and let the clothes slide down. She held the dagger with both hands, and a ruthless look on her cold face.

"My disciple has no grudge against you, why do you assassinate at night?"

Feng Youyang closed his eyes, and the woman did not dare to move. She knew very well that the other party had a very high cultivation level, and he knew the direction with his eyes closed. He could take the action to death. If the other party was interested, he would be a dead soul.

"He blocked my business and I would kill him."

Feng Youyang was stunned. He didn't know what Lu Zeyu had done tonight, but he even caused another woman in the middle of the night.

Suddenly the woman moved, she sprinkled a handful of things, and under the moonlight in the room, a cloud of gray mist dissipated, and the bent dagger in the woman's hands suddenly threw out.

Whoosh

The whole house was filled with gray fog, and Feng Yuyang was still sitting upright. He could clearly see that two finely crafted curved daggers were rotating in the air, and the mechanism on the handle made a crack. The dagger blade was divided into three and turned into a three-blade flywheel. The full spiritual energy flowed on the blade, and the rotating flywheel cut the wind and roamed the neck.

"It turns out he is from Liangqizhou."

As Feng Meiyang finished speaking, the ground rustled, and ropes were serpentine. Two flywheels had stopped steadily in front of Feng Meiyang, and the rising ropes were cut into countless pieces in an instant.

The woman had quickly jumped into the air, crossed her hands, and her two fingers were like swords to thrust Feng Yuyang's face.

"Girl, how did my disciples block your business? You can talk to me without getting angry."

Thinking of Lu Zeyu's style of doing things, Feng Meiyang only wanted to turn big things into small things. The woman was pinned by a stream of wind, and was confined in the air. Feng Liu coiled up along the woman's body, and passed by some places, the woman did not change her face at all.

Feng Youyang still closed his eyes, and anger sounded.

"It's so noisy."

Lu Zeyu got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes and looked at the gray fog dissipated in front of him. He looked at the woman standing in front of his master in confusion.

"Ze Yu, why did you mess with this girl?"

Lu Zeyu scratched his head and walked over. The woman's tall and beautiful cold face showed murderous intent, and her apricot eyebrows frowned slightly, but she said nothing.

"I haven't seen it before."

Feng Youyang let go of the woman a little, and at this time the woman hugged her arms and stared at Lu Zeyu. Then, she took out a fifty tael gold ticket from the broken chest and handed it to Lu Zeyu.

"Can you think that what happened at the market tonight is that you haven't seen it? There are fifty taels of gold tickets here?"

Lu Zeyu didn't understand why, thinking.

Is there any business that is so easy to do in the world?

"As long as you don't mention what you saw tonight to anyone within ten days, I will give you another 100 taels of gold tickets in the future. How about it?"

Feng Youyang immediately realized something important that Lu Zeyu saw, and he asked immediately.

"Ze Yu, what did you see at the market tonight."

"Didn't I say that, I bought a bunch of candied haws, met Wang Liyang at the market, and then finished what you told me."

Feng Youyang was still puzzled. How did Lu Zeyu mess with this woman? Feng Youyang's face suddenly changed.

Could it be that he had been kidnapped when he saw Wang Liyang?

"Ze Yu, when did you see Wang Liyang?"

"We went out for a while, and I saw him wearing a woman's clothes at the market, and he was being carried by two women. He looked pretty good."

The wind snorted coldly.

"So that's it, Ze Yu, go and tell the people in the yamen."

“Let’s wait.”

The woman spoke, her voice still cold.

"Master, we are going out just to seek wealth. This time, the prey is worth one thousand taels of gold. We suffer a little loss. How about half of it?"

"It's good half, master."

Lu Zeyu said aside, and Feng Youyang said.

"Hu Nao, Ze Yu, do you know what kidnapping is?"

Lu Zeyu shook his head. He stood in front of the woman, looking at the butterfly pattern under her left eye, and thought it was pretty and novel. The woman looked at Lu Zeyu coldly, and Lu Zeyu held his chin and looked down carefully.

"It seems to be similar to Xier, much bigger than Yaoxiang."

"Is there anything strange about it? If you haven't seen it before, go back to see your mother."

Feng Meiyang always closed his eyes, but at this moment he remembered something.

"Is it a purple butterfly pattern?"

Lu Zeyu nodded.

"It turned out to be the Purple Butterfly Sect of Liangqizhou, who was disrespectful and disrespectful."

"Master, we always use money to do things, without asking anything else. The employer gave a deposit of 100 taels, and we lost contact before we started. We used it for more than three months from planning to taking action. We had to tie the young master and ask his father for money."
Chapter completed!