Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 173: Golden Light Traces
As soon as the car started moving, Feng Qin kept looking back from the back seat.

Feng Xingtong, who was sitting nearby, also looked around at first, but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Aqin, what's around?"

Industry specializing in surgery.

Since you can't see it, it means that this is something that only the other person can discover, and there is no need to force yourself to see it with your naked eyes.

"There are quite a few people who set out at the same time as us."

Feng Qin looked around, then back and continued:

"Some people knew the exact location, so they followed us side by side, and even ran faster than us. Some others did not know and were following us from behind."

"So blatant?"

Feng Xingtong jumped up from the seat and lay backward, staring out the rear window with a cautious look on his face.

"It's normal. Some sects don't have channels, so those who received the news in advance can only follow us. There are also some who received the news this morning and set out with us."

Tan Chang, who was driving, also glanced at the rearview mirror and joined in the conversation.

"This location is not considered hidden. When we found it, people from Nadutong were also around. That's why we had to make it public and issue the commission."

At this point, he snorted coldly, "Otherwise, why would I bother so much? I could just invite you over privately, and then after checking the fire, burn down the broken wooden house to save trouble."

It has developed to the present point where it is treated as a copy because it was discovered by several forces and they had to bring it to the open.

Feng Qin felt that if no other forces noticed, with Feng Zhenghao's methods, they might not even invite him. After his own people finished the investigation, regardless of whether they found anything or not, they would just burn it down.

The car drove for a long distance, starting from the bustling city center and gradually heading outwards.

There are fewer and fewer vehicles coming and going, and the surrounding high-tech buildings are gradually becoming shorter, from thirty or forty stories high to twenty, and then to more than ten, until even the sky can no longer block the view from behind, and the sunlight can run rampant, covering the entire surrounding area.

There were four or five cars behind me, and there were also vehicles traveling in the same direction on the small roads on the left and right.

These were the followers Feng Qin mentioned earlier. Feng Xingtong only noticed them at this time. Seeing so many people made him smack his lips and swallow his saliva. He said:

"Ah Qin, if they get into trouble, can you beat them?"

"..."

What the hell, if these people are all Quan Xing, then there will be no chance of escape.

Feng Shayan was sitting on the other side, glaring at her younger brother in annoyance. Normally, he was very smart, but this time he was completely dependent on Feng Qin, which was why he said such stupid things.

"The guy behind the car seems to be Hong Bin, a disciple of Huo De Sect. I've heard of him, the Little Fire God."

Feng Shayan leaned against the car window and observed for so long that she also discovered it.

Almost all the people in the surrounding cars are disciples of the righteous sects. The so-called Quan Xing should not dare to follow them so openly.

"Those over there, I remember, were from the Quanzhen Dragon Sect. I didn't expect them to get involved as well."

"There are also some in Daluo Palace."

Feng Qin was impressed by their wide knowledge. He had just come into contact with the circle of extraordinary people, and so far, he could only recognize the methods of the Five Immortals Sect, and had a glimpse of Ma Xianhong's magical skills.

If we talk about recognizing people based on their appearance alone, there are not many people who can be recognized, and Hong Bin and Jiang Yang are the only two.

I don’t know any of the talented and famous figures in various sects.

The car followed into the village and arrived at a quiet town, Huaikeng Town.

What hits you in the face is the smell of manure from the fields and the freshness of nature.

There are not many people in the town, most of them are old and middle-aged.

Occasionally, there would be a few children who would get up early and wander around the village, like school dropouts with nothing to do, with their hands in their pockets, their eyes darting around to see if there was any work to make money.

Near the mountain in the residential area of ​​Huaikeng Town, there is a vast piece of abandoned farmland, with a small tiled and mud-built house in the middle, and a wooden door.

Overall, it is far from being called a foreigner's wooden house. From the outside, it can only be described as a house.

The fields were surrounded by warning lines, and both the Tianxiahui and Nadutong were guarded by people.

It would be more accurate to say that both sides are preventing the other side from going in to investigate first, and they will have to wait until the time is right.

"This isn't a log cabin at all."

Feng Xingtong complained.

"That was just word of it. We never said it was a log cabin."

Tan Chang explained with a grin, but as he watched the cars approaching, the smile soon disappeared from his face.

Seeing Feng Xingtong and others coming, the two forces guarding outside stepped outside and did not stop them.

"I heard from the village chief that there were three men, one old, one young, and a child, who used to live in this house. But they moved away several years ago. I don't know where they went."

"The village chief can't remember how long it was, but it must have been at least ten years ago."

Tan Chang told all the news he had learned.

"Is it necessary to check where you lived ten years ago?"

Feng Shayan put one hand on her waist and looked at the many disciples of the sect who were watching. She didn't know what was so strange about it.

"Oh, we don't know about that, but I heard that the person who lived here was a very important person in the past."

Feng Qin admired the means used by the alien circle. They were able to dig out a small house that was built seven years ago, and it was in this small town in the mountains.

The wooden door was locked, but judging by the condition of the lock, it must have been installed in recent years.

Just from this point, we can tell that after the people here left, most of the valuables were moved away.

The probability of obtaining any intelligence during this investigation is extremely low, and it is most likely just a formality.

Tan Chang opened the door with the key he got from the mayor. The other dozen people were not idle either. They walked down the abandoned fields to see if there were any left behind.

Feng Qin did not rush to check, but instead looked around the environment.

The surrounding area is very vast and the house is surrounded by fields. Judging from the farming situation, the job of those who live here is mostly to farm for everyone, and then they can get a certain percentage of the harvest when it is harvested.

Moreover, the debris left in the fields showed that the crops previously planted there were Liangzigao's own crops, such as rice, corn, etc.

You won’t make much money from growing these, but the only good thing is that they can be concealed.

Once their tracks are discovered, they can escape in all directions, and it is very difficult to completely surround them.

In the house, not only the door is made of wood, but also the windows, and there are windows on all four walls. From the perspective of feng shui or practical application, this is very unreasonable and is obviously a preparation for escape.

Based on this, Feng Qin felt that being the successor of the Eight Great Skills was extremely difficult.

The only things that don’t require hiding nowadays are [Tongtian Lu] and [Jingling Qianjiang].

"There's nothing valuable in there, not even a stool."

Feng Shayan sat on the stone bed, looking at the large house which was completely empty, feeling helpless.

“No, there is a discovery.”

Feng Qin squatted in the corner and ran his finger across the wall, causing the loosely applied white paint to slide off.

There were dirty grey marks on the wall and on the stone bed as well.

"Traces of some kind of protective energy hitting the wall."

Feng Qin doesn't have much experience, so he can only mention this.

Feng Xingtong and others behind him stared for a while, and said with a little uncertainty:
"Golden light, or the Qi Gang of Quanzhen?"

(End of this chapter)