Jiaohua

Chapter 546
Looking at Jiao Jinhu's entire territory, there are only Yanzhou, Kuozhou, Zhenzhou, and the southeast of Fengyuan.

Jiao Jinhu wanted to win Peifeng, because Peifeng was a piece of fat, not because it was rich, but because of the strategic terrain advantage it occupied, which was really attractive.

As long as he can win Peifeng, Jiao Jinhu firmly believes that with his current strength, he will be able to swallow the entire Panzhou in one go according to the terrain of Peifeng.

Lin Qingfeng shook her head, recalling the desolation and desolation along the way, she looked at Jiang Tian on the other side, and felt that Jiao Jinhu was dreaming.

After walking around, but that's all, Lin Qingfeng turned and left.

Zhengyuan Village is the nearest and smallest village outside Liuming County. Lin Qingfeng saw his carriage outside a teahouse for people to stay in the village.

Follow the clerk to the second floor, in the not-so-spacious space on the second floor, when I looked up, I saw a simple old man sitting in front of the window, drinking tea slowly.

The old man has a clear face and a hale and hearty spirit. His hair tied up with a wooden hairpin is neat and tidy, and he feels comfortable looking at it.

A young man sat next to the old man, stretching out his hand and dragging his cheeks.

Hearing the sound of going upstairs, the young man turned his head, glanced at Lin Qingfeng, and withdrew his gaze coldly.

"Hey, you rolled your eyes." Lin Qingfeng walked away holding the handkerchief, and looked at the boy with a smile, "I haven't seen you for many years, and you still don't want to see me like this, what a hatred."

The young man ignored it and took a drink from the teacup.

Lin Qingfeng looked at the old man: "Master."

Ji Hong lifted his chin and motioned for Lin Qingfeng to sit across from him.

Lin Qingfeng sat down with a smile, and glanced at the big man behind him: "You go downstairs."

The big man gave her a white look, turned and left.

Seeing the big man stepping on the wooden plank, creaking and going downstairs, Ji Hong said: "Everyone looks down on you, that's your problem."

"So what," Lin Qingfeng raised his hand to pour tea, "It's fun to hate me but have nothing to do with me, right?"

She looked at the boy next to her.

The young man ignored her and looked at the window on the other side. Outside the window were flowers and willows, and children were playing by the river.

"What's his name, I forgot." Lin Qingfeng asked Master.

"Xiaozhou, your senior sister called you." Ji Hong said.

"Not dead." The boy replied.

"Tsk tsk," Lin Qingfeng shook his head and looked at Master, "Let's get down to business, don't waste time like him."

Ji Hong took out an envelope, put it on the table, and said calmly: "It has been confirmed, Shen Fan is not dead."

Lin Qingfeng's expression changed slightly, and he looked down at the envelope on the table.

"His whereabouts over the years have been on this."

Lin Qingfeng didn't touch it, and looked back at the old man: "What is his purpose of feigning death?"

"Isn't his purpose the clearest in the world?" Ji Hong said.

Lin Qingfeng frowned, picked up the teacup, and looked out the window.

Shen Yan's purpose is indeed clear and simple, one is to stay alive, and the other is to protect his precious brother.

Among these two goals, he must live ahead of Shen Lie.

As long as it keeps him alive, even if it hurts Shen Lie, he will not hesitate.

This man is full of contradictions from head to toe.

"Those people have also found out." Ji Hong said again.

"Which?"

"The ones at the Yuanhe Sect's gate," said Ji Hong, "is the one from Liling."

Lin Qingfeng paused.

There are too many high-level people in this world, but there are only a few who can reach the top and look down on the world.

"So, that Ali was there at the time," Lin Qingfeng said, "and followed them down Longyuan."

"Correct."

Lin Qingfeng touched his wrist subconsciously.

Although it has been many years, the scar on her wrist will not fade away. For her who loves beauty, this scar is really an eyesore.

Apart from this scar, and the huge sum of money she lost in the capital back then, thinking about it now, it was like digging flesh.

"Does it hurt?" The boy on the side said at this moment, "I heard that you suffered a lot from her."

Lin Qingfeng twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what expression to make, and looked at the boy.

"It's fun to hate her but have nothing to do with her, isn't it right?" the boy said again.

As soon as the voice fell, a glass of water was splashed on his face.

The boy wiped his face and glared angrily.

Lin Qingfeng put down the teacup and looked at him coldly.

"Xiao Zhou." Ji Hong said in a deep voice.

The boy slapped the table with a "slap", got up and left.

The movement of this big man going down the stairs was louder than that of the big man just now, and he stepped on it crackling.

Ji Hong withdrew his gaze, and said calmly: "It took half a year to fill up the Qianqiu Palace, and it was Li Ling. Since then, their master and apprentice have disappeared without a trace."

"Is Qianqiu Palace hindering him?" Lin Qingfeng said, "With his temperament, would he do such a thing?"

"Of course he did."

"It's really strange, by the way, what is the relationship between Shen Fan and them?"

"You ask me?" Ji Hong said.

Lin Qingfeng took a deep breath and said, "You should ask Shen Lie."

Ji Hong picked up the horseshoe cake on the table, broke off a small piece, and stuffed it into his mouth: "It's best not to provoke Shen Lie these years."

Lin Qingfeng didn't speak for a while, then raised his hand to pick up the envelope on the table.

The envelope is very thick, and there is a whole stack of paper inside, with at least five handwritings, all of which come from Ji Hong's "eyes" that have been arranged around over the years.

"What's Ying Jinliang doing recently?" Ji Hong looked at her and asked.

Lin Qingfeng raised his eyes to look at him, and said: "Garn grain, build high walls, engage in ostentation, write letters everywhere every day, and wait for news for the rest of the time. People, if I didn't choose to kill him, he would be uncomfortable for two days without eating."

Ji Hong frowned: "Is there anything else?"

"A person with shallow eyelids, what can you expect from him?" Lin Qingfeng asked back.

Ji Hong was silent for a while, and then said: "Then who does he write letters to?"

The corners of Lin Qingfeng's lips sneered: "Zhao Mingyue and his son from the Twelve Mansions of Zhengbei, Yun Bozhong and Bi Shiji from Yannan Hengping, and Song Zhiyi also gave it away, and the rest were written for those aristocratic families, almost nothing. Knelt before their door."

"I know how to pick people." Ji Hong said.

"That's right, Tian Dayao, Jiao Jinhu and other reckless men who haven't read much, Ying Jinliang doesn't like them."

Ji Hong stuffed another piece of pastry into his mouth and stopped talking.

"Liushi Mountain in Zhenzhou," Lin Qingfeng looked at the place name that appeared last, and said, "Are we going to Zhenzhou? That's why you asked me to come here?"

"No." Ji Hong said.

"Don't go?"

"It's useless to go, once we come into Shen Wen's sight range, he has a hundred ways to avoid us."

"He's such a waste," Lin Qingfeng said amusedly, "It's okay to hide from us, but the master should also hide from him."

Ji Hong looked out of the window at this moment, his expression became relaxed.

"He's here." Ji Hong said with a smile.

"Who?" Lin Qingfeng looked around.

"I asked you to come here not for Zhenzhou, but for him." Ji Hong said, his eyes resting on a young man by the river.

　Thank you Sese for your reward and encouragement qwq, the handicapped party finally finished writing in the early morning, _(:з」∠)_
　　
　
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