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Chapter 787 Rebuking Fang Qiu (9)

After Feng Naifu heard such an urgent military situation, there was no anxiety on his face, he still looked down at the bow and arrow, and rubbed the back of the bow with the back of his finger, as if he was stroking his pet.

He asked absently:

"My five thousand soldiers are still there."

"Yes!" Uncle Weng hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "But the only thing you can mobilize now is these five thousand soldiers..."

"Five thousand..." Feng Nagi picked up the bow and arrow, squinted slightly, aimed at the distance, and pulled the arrow string.

"Enough is enough, not me."

With [-] soldiers against hundreds of thousands of troops, the only one who can take it so calmly is Feng Zun.

The old man nodded confidently, without any doubts, but looked at the shocking bloodstains on Feng Nagi's neck, and said worriedly: "But my lord, your injury..."

However, Feng Nai waved her hand, didn't care, and said straight to the point: "It's nothing.

Uncle Weng, did you find out who leaked that I left Fengtian Temple? "

"My lord, it's an old slave who is incompetent. I haven't been able to find out yet. Please forgive me, my lord."

Uncle Weng said tremblingly, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Feng Naifu's face.

Feng Naifu was silent and beckoned him to explain himself, and Uncle Weng quickly made up for it:
"However, although there is no evidence, there are only a handful of dark news networks in the entire continent that can track down your whereabouts.

Do you think Miss Xuan is suspicious of you? "

"No." Feng Nagi said firmly.

"The grief and self-blame she felt when I left was real. I'm sure she still doesn't know my real identity."

Uncle Weng said: "My lord, Miss Xuan's dark news network spreads all over the mainland. It can be said that she has vast magical powers and extends in all directions. There are only a handful of them in the mainland.

If even she doesn't have this ability, then the only one that is more powerful than Miss Xuan's secret report network is that person's. "

Feng Nagi nodded and said no more.

Whether it was Nagifu or Uncle Weng, they had the answer in their hearts from the very beginning, but there was no evidence.

After thinking about it, Uncle Weng suddenly said: "This old slave still has one thing that I don't understand, please ask the master to explain it to the old slave."

After getting Feng Nagi's approval, Uncle Weng asked:

"The old slave is puzzled, why did the new venerable pass the news of your going to the Northwest Uninhabited Land to Empress Taifeng?

Although he is happy to see the internal strife among the Feng Clan, he is more willing to see the two forces within the Feng Clan check and balance.

Although you and the Taifeng Empress have been at odds for many years, there has been no major opportunity to start a war.

But now that Empress Taifeng has learned that you have left the palace, she is planning to usurp the power and seize the throne.

In this way, no matter which side wins, the internal balance of the Feng Clan will be out of balance, and sooner or later there will be a situation where one person dominates and leads the Feng Clan.

Can Xin Zun actually tolerate this kind of result? "

"Hmph, of course, do you think he is really only for Tianxuan Palace and has no self-interest?" Feng Nagifu sneered and said contemptuously:
"I fight with the old hag, no matter who dies, Jing Shijialan will be happy.

The old witch was not married back then, and when she lived in Tianxuan Palace, she helped clean up Shimaha's lunatic and clean up Shijialan's mother.

Although Jing Shajialan was only a few years old at that time, he must have kept this grudge firmly in mind and only waited for it to grow in the future.

Even if the old witch didn't die by my hands this time, sooner or later she would die by Jing Shijialan's hands. "

Feng Nai paused for a moment before continuing:
"On the other hand, just like I went all the way to kill Zhong Huaisheng, how could Jing Shijialan tolerate me returning to Yan'er."

"However," Feng Nagifu sneered, and straightened his hair, "He did me a good deed, otherwise I don't know when I would find a chance to attack the old witch."

Uncle Weng was a little worried and said: "However, Empress Taifeng knows that you have gone to the Northwest No Man's Land, will she make a big fuss about it, which is not good for you?

You must know that being involved with Northwest Uninhabited Land is an inescapable crime! "

Feng Nagifu said indifferently: "She won't.

Rather than cooperating with the Hall of Death and Life, the world is more willing to believe that Feng Zun is a hero who is not afraid of life and death and sneaks into the Hall of Death and Life to find out the enemy's situation.

The old witch can't do this kind of thing that gives me money. "

Now Uncle Weng felt at ease, and didn't worry about the upcoming bloody battle at all. Looking at Feng Naifu who was drinking tea, he couldn't help smiling.

He saw Feng Nagifu in front of Xuan Wanyan, he was a person who could laugh and cry, had light, warmth and warmth.

It's not the Fengzun who is so perfect that it can only be enshrined in Fengtian Palace.

Feng Nagifu didn't raise his eyes, gently blew on the tea leaves in the teacup, and asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

Uncle Weng said: "This subordinate just thinks that your lord and Miss Xuan are really nice."

"It's not your turn to comment on the deity's matter."

Feng Naifu glanced over, and Uncle Weng immediately kowtowed to apologize like five thunderbolts.

After a long time, Feng Nagifu said slowly:

"What a good word. It's just a complete bondage, running through endless deception, use and harm.

That's all. "

Uncle Weng knew that Feng Nagifu was speaking these words for himself.

Uncle Weng answered yes in a low voice, but he had another answer in his heart.

No, obviously not.

People who talk about binding, deceiving, using and hurting, people who are born noble and take everything for granted, can say to Xuan Wanyan, "For me, it's really not worth it".

And when he said this, he clearly moved his true feelings.

. . .

In the middle of the night, the white tiger went down to the river.

In the darkness, came a low and majestic voice.

"The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan has already got the news to withdraw, and the White Tiger Clan can't let another person go!"

A moment later, the sleeping Tianchuan was completely awakened after a "offensive" yell.

Thousands of men in black jumped down from all directions, like black waterfalls pouring in.

After landing, they quickly opened their homes, raised their swords and drew their swords, preparing to start an indiscriminate slaughter.

However, when they opened the door, all the lights in every house suddenly came on, and one person walked out of the main hall and asked sharply:

"Who is so daring, dare to break into my white tiger world?"

That man was eight feet tall and imposing, and he was the former Young Master of the White Tiger, and now the Patriarch of the White Tiger God Clan—Qi Qinglan.

The men in black who had been sneaking in the dark suddenly froze when they saw the light.

The leader shouted in his heart that the information was wrong and the situation was not good, but he still calmly reported his family history:
"We are the army of the Palace of Death and Life. How dare your family slander our palace? We are here to teach you a lesson by order of Xuan Wanyan, the master of the Palace of Death and Life!"

"Oh? Really?" Another voice came from inside the room with a playful smile.

Hearing this voice, the leader of the man in black, who had just sworn to himself, froze in place for an instant.

(End of this chapter)