Chapter 155 Paying Homage to the Mountain (Monthly Tickets Plus)

"Ding Xiu has only one wife, one son and one daughter. On the surface, the couple is harmonious, but in fact, he has a mistress. He goes to the west of the city to meet secretly on the thirteenth of every month..."

"Ding's house has six entrances and three study rooms. Ding Xiu stays in the study room No. 3 every day and does not allow others to approach."

"His three apprentices are all in the middle courtyard. The positions of the three patrolling servants, the time...

In the shadows, Sikong Xing walked slowly, as if he was getting up to go to the toilet at night, and his mind was turning rapidly.

He had already mastered the theft process of scouting, intelligence, surveying the terrain, and looking for opportunities. He had already planned a complete plan during the days of lurking in Ding's house.

It was dark and moonless at night. Sikong Xing came to the study room No. 3, avoided the patrolling servants, knocked over several vicious dogs with a flick of his fingers, approached quietly, broke the bolt, and entered the study room.

The house was very dark, but Sikong Xing was not affected at all. He glanced a few times and found the secret compartment. It didn't take much effort. He has already taken a wooden box in his hand.

"I have been a groom for so many days, and it is only natural for me to get some wages. And that old thing Ding Xiu, hit me..."

Sikong Xing weighed the wooden box casually and resisted the urge to leave his name behind. He felt a sense of revenge.

Hengshan City has tens of millions of households. With his ability to disguise himself and hide his appearance, he is not afraid of the court's pursuit at all. He is only afraid of those colleagues who are also good at stealing and tracking, and who happen to run into him.

Guan When he was about to retreat along the planned route, he suddenly heard a loud shout from the front yard. His heart trembled, and he jumped onto the wall without thinking, and rushed in a direction.

He was very fast, and there was no wind. After a few ups and downs, he had already rushed far away.

"There is a thief!"

The exclamation in the front yard spread quickly. Sikong Xing was hiding in the shadows. He heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him. He sneered in his heart, but he had already arrived at another yard.

"This family looks quite wealthy. "

After dodging for a while, Sikong Xing was also looking at this family. This was his subconscious habit. When he saw this, his heart could not help but move.

"Can't cause trouble..."

Resisting the urge to do another job, Sikong Xing was about to retreat, but suddenly heard a low and shrill scream, and then, a large area of ​​torches lit up in the front and back yards:

"Don't leave that lecherous thief Sikong Xing!"

"?!"

Sikong Xing, who thought someone had broken into the house to pick flowers and kill people, was about to withdraw, but heard the loud shouts from all directions, and his face suddenly changed.

'Which beast framed Grandpa?!

Sikong Xing was furious, and he had already realized that something was wrong. The people in this yard reacted too quickly. No matter how elite the servants and guards were, they would not have such mobility.

Unless it was...

"Ambush!"

Jumping up, Sikong avoided the arrows that shot through the rockery and walls and went straight into the ground. Xing's heart was chilled, and he screamed and ran away:

"Ding Xiu?!"

Huhu~

In the night, the wind was whistling, torches were swaying, and figures were jumping up from all directions. There were also many archers hiding in the dark. Even though Sikong Xing was very good at Qinggong, he was forced into a mess for a while.

"Don't let that lecherous thief Sikong Xing go!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Sikong Xing almost vomited blood, knowing that he was framed and blamed again:

"I have never had two colors in my life, lecherous mother, Ding Xiu...ah!"

Li!

The arrow broke through the air and sank into the ground with blood.

On a rooftop, Ding Xiu slowly put down his longbow and said to the left and right:

"Force him to go to the north of the city and make a lot of noise. If Zhongli Luan wants to catch the thief, let him catch him!"

"Yes!"

Several Zhenwu Hall masters bowed and left.

"Just let him go?"

On the other side of the rooftop, Zhu Chongying played with a three-foot sword: "Zhongli Luan is not easy to fool, he may not believe it. "

"What else can we do?"

Ding Xiu's face was as gloomy as water: "If you don't trust the court, do you trust a thief?"

"I always feel that this is a troublesome matter, and...

Zhu Chongying gave him a warning look: "Jin Zhufeng is coming soon."

"Jingping Division can't control Zhenwu Hall. What about Jin Zhufeng? Does he dare to provoke that Marquis? Give him face, he will cover it!"

Ding Xiu sneered, and the voice could only be heard by each other:

"The loss of Yunxiang Ding is due to Ouyang Ying's poor guarding. At most, we will be reprimanded, but if someone finds out that Marquis...

"Maybe you are right."

Zhu Chongying looked in the direction of Zhenwu Hall and sighed in his heart:

"Why did the prince accept this disciple...

"Only God knows."

Ding Xiu had a wooden face, but he felt blocked in his heart when he thought of that face.

"Let's go, we have to pretend."

Zhu Chongying put away his long sword, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, each led a dozen people, and chased after them with great momentum.

......

"Huh!"

In the courtyard, under the old tree, Yan Chunyang sat cross-legged, his bare upper body, silver light flowed like water, but eventually dispersed.

Woo~

The pores on his body opened, and the sweat mixed with blood spread, covering the entire courtyard.

Seeing this scene, the two old servants serving in the courtyard dared not breathe.

"It still doesn't work."

Yan Chunyang, who had undergone another blood transfusion, looked a little pale, and his eyes were red:

"Why still doesn't work?!"

"My Lord, the Qianyin ritual is almost over, why not wait a little longer?"

An old servant bowed and said: "Even if there is a magic elixir to help, blood transfusion is still a harmful thing to the body."

"Can the Thousand Yin Ceremony really help me exchange blood?"

Turning the string of beads in his palm, Yan Chunyang took a deep breath, drank a few elixirs, and his complexion quickly recovered.

"Master Qianyin is omnipotent...

"Shut up!"

He glanced at the old servant with disgust: "Don't brag in front of me. If you can't exchange for blood, I will demolish the temple of your Master Qianyin!"

"Master Hou...

The old servant's expression changed. Suddenly, as if he noticed something, he turned around suddenly and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Um?"

Yan Chunyang looked up.

But in the shadows, a feminine young man wearing a black robe and a pale face walked out slowly:

"Yan Chunyang, why do you say that when you were born, the Dharma Master sent you blessings, so you don't have any respect for the Dharma Master?"

"Fayin boy?"

Glancing at the two old servants kneeling on the ground with their heads on the ground, Yan Chunyang's brows rose with an evil spirit:

"Who are you, dare to call me by my first name?!"

哢哓~

Under the collision of the two people's energy, the ground in the courtyard suddenly cracked, and large bluestone bricks cracked.

Buzz~

The bead string in Yan Chunyang's palm trembled, and a shadow appeared, blocking between the two of them.

"Shadow Heart?"

Seeing the person who seemed to be transformed by the mist, the feminine young man snorted coldly and dispersed his breath.

"Brother Fayin, don't blame me."

Ying Xin shook her head, looked at Yan Chunyang, and frowned: "Master Hou?"

Yan Chunyang glanced at the feminine young man with cold eyes:

"It's his honor to bless me!"

"You idiot..."

Fayin boy was furious.

"Master Hou!"

Ying Xin felt her scalp numb and turned around suddenly, holding down Yan Chunyang who got up angrily:

"The prince has summoned you. The summons has arrived."

Woo~

Hearing these words, the furious two people instantly dissipated their violent energy.

The Fayin boy took a few steps back, and Yan Chunyang held up the bracelet with both hands, only to see strands of dark ink energy rising up, turning into a scarlet dragon eye.

"Master!"

Yan Chunyang kowtowed heavily, and several people in the courtyard kowtowed one after another. Boy Fayin did not kneel, but he also bowed and paid homage:

"Fayin pays homage to the prince. May the prince be safe."

"Fayin, if you are not serving your Dharma Master in the temple, why are you coming to Hengshan City?"

Long Yan stared at Fayin boy, who felt a chill running down his spine and did not dare to raise his head:

"Back to my lord, Dharma Master Qianling has lost a monument to save people here. My Dharma Master sent me here to help the two vajras of flesh and blood find this monument."

"Where is your leader Yan?"

"Going back to your lord, the leader of the church should still be on the shores of the East China Sea?"

"This king is in the East China Sea."

The dragon eyes examined Fayin boy: "That old turtle is not here. Do you know where it went?"

"This this......"

Fayin boy shook his head and said he didn't know.

The dragon's eyes stared indifferently, and the latter was sweating, and then he spoke:

"Go down."

"Farewell, Your Majesty."

Boy Fayin breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to lift it up.

Until now, everyone in the courtyard was afraid to express their anger. Yan Chunyang raised his head with awe in his eyes:

"Master...

"Pure Yang."

"The disciple is here!"

"Tomorrow, go to Longhu Temple to pay homage to the mountain. Hold this king's dharma seal and take a look at the current disciples of Longhu Temple!"

"ah?"

Yan Chunyang was startled, then bowed and agreed.

"Shadow Heart."

"My subordinate is here!"

"Go and meet Long Xixiang."

"yes."

Buzz~

At this time, the dragon's eyes dispersed and turned into wisps of ink, which disappeared into the string of beads.

"Congratulations, Master!"

When Yan Chunyang raised his head again, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Ying Xin was a little confused:

Why did the prince suddenly want to see Long Xixiang?

...

...

Huhu~

In the night, Sikong Xing ran wildly, cursing in his heart.

His Qinggong was extremely good, and he would sometimes dive into the ground, but he was still being chased in such a panic that he had no time to stop the bleeding.

"wrong!"

Suddenly, he stopped and turned around quickly. He saw at least dozens of people chasing him quickly on the eaves and streets in the distance, but they did not pursue him.

Instead, he keeps chasing, as if to...

"They want to drive me to the north of the city?"

Sikong Xing keenly sensed something was wrong. He suddenly stopped and saw a golden light soaring into the sky in the distance. A dozen places away, he felt a chill in his brows:

"Grandmaster?!"

Sikong Xing was horrified and felt his scalp numb.

"It's over!"

Seeing the golden light coming at an extremely fast speed, Sikong Xing felt his two bodies trembling and had no idea of ​​escaping.

There were rumors in the world that he had escaped from the Grand Master, but only he knew that it was just a rumor. He had never seen the Grand Master's face at all...

"call!"

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his shoulder, and he flew into the air. Strong winds roared around him. He looked up in shock and saw a familiar mask with a ghostly face.

Dad... Bah, savior!

Sikong Xing burst into tears, and his face was shaking due to the strong wind.

Li Yuan didn't even look back, and flew away as if he was flying a kite, grabbing Sikong Xing. The speed was so fast that Zhong Liran, who was coming at a very fast speed, couldn't help but stop.