Dao fruit.

Half an hour later, a man in ordinary clothes walked out from the back door of Pan's residence.

His appearance was ordinary, as soon as he came out, he first looked around a few times, then hurried, stepped into the street, blended into the crowd on the street, and quickly disappeared.

In the lobby of the Pan Mansion, Pan Xiang was still sitting, while a burly servant named Wu Gang stood beside him, reminding with worry on his face: "Sir, the swamp man is ambitious and has such a big appetite. It is impossible to cooperate with such people." Seek skin with a tiger."

"That's right," Pan Xiang nodded, but with a relaxed expression, "However, as long as Fat Xin and other marsh people ask for something, they can use it for me, even if they pay for a few villages, or even one or two county towns, it's nothing. "

WISCO is still worried: "I'm afraid it will be self-defeating."

Pan Xiang said: "As long as our ambition can be achieved, some sacrifices are inevitable. The mobilization of soldiers this time is actually just a bait. The real killer move is the thousands of elite soldiers of the Yongping Army. Come to think of it, the Jiedu Envoy of the Yongping Army, who is as famous as the Wuxin Army, has already become my colleague!"

As he spoke, he stood up from his seat, patted his clothes, and showed excitement: "After the swamp people plundered, they must relax. At that time, I will lead the army to charge and kill them. Their marching route is under my control." Among them, in this way, I will definitely be able to build an inexhaustible merit! In the future, historians will write a biography, and they may count me as a Confucian general, and pass it down through the ages!"

As he spoke, the second young master of the Pan family became more and more excited.

"Didn't the officials in the Yuanning Mansion say that marsh people are difficult to tame? When I repel the enemies and accumulate prestige and people's wishes, I will be able to accumulate great things and wipe out Jiannan in one fell swoop. Then I will see, those loose officials What kind of expression will it be. Moreover, after this incident, my merits are enough to surpass Li Qi, and I will be able to speak in front of Xiangguo in the future."

Suddenly, he thought of another thing: "By the way, bring a pen and paper, I want to write a letter to Zhang Jieshuai."

"Yes." Wu Gang obeyed and left.

………………

"So it turns out that Pan Xiang has some scheming plans. The so-called mobilization of soldiers is actually part of a plan. Even the marshman Fatty Shin has a connection with him, but this person is also big-hearted. He seems to be cooperating with Fatty Shin. But he still wants to harm him behind the scenes, but it's no wonder, colluding with foreign races is a serious crime, if someone makes a fuss about it, his career can be cut off at once, but if he beats him up, he will be invincible in the future."

In the wing room of Pan's mansion, Qiu Yan was reminiscing with his aunt Liu while receiving the message from the main hall.

Just now, when he and Pan Xiang mentioned the matter of mobilizing the soldiers, they noticed that the other party's emotional fluctuations had changed significantly, and the mood of seeking stability suddenly changed. The statue of Zaogong used this to spread his spiritual thoughts, attached to the smoke, and detected the movement in the lobby.

The Kitchen God statue can only collect and explore the surrounding scene on weekdays, but if the god god can focus on one place, he can expand the range of perception.

But this probe surprised Qiu Yan, that Pan Xiang actually had contact with the marshman spies, and made a lot of promises.

"The more people who seek stability, the more amazing they are once they plan to take a risk! However, Pan Xiang is well prepared. The right time, place and people have gathered together. Maybe he can really hit the marsh coalition army and create stability in southern Xinjiang. Benefiting one party, the prestige will grow day by day, and he will implement the new law, and no one will dare to object, huh?"

Thinking about it in his mind, Qiu Yan was taken aback for a moment, his eyes brightened, and then he said a few words to his aunt before saying goodbye.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Mrs. Liu was reluctant.

"I think I have something to do, so I will visit my aunt another day." Seeing Liu's disappointment, Qiu Yan smiled, "I have promised to write a letter to Pan's house, and I will come back in a few days, and Pan's house has a large collection of books. It’s time to go in and have a look.”

"Your handwriting is good, I already know it," Liu said with a smile when she heard Qiu Yan's answer, "The story about the Wuxin City Cultural Association has been made up by storytellers, and it is spread everywhere, and everyone praises you He writes well and knows the sufferings of the people, so he is a talented man."

"These are all rumors," Qiu Yan shook his head, "But I left suddenly this time, and I need my aunt to explain to Second Young Master Pan afterwards."

Liu Shi nodded: "That's exactly what it should be."

After explaining a few words, Qiu Yan got up and left. The servants along the way remembered Pan Xiang's explanation and tried to persuade him to stay, but they couldn't force Qiu Yan to be held down, so they had to let him go in the end.

As soon as he got out of Pan's residence, Qiu Yan moved his feet and blended into the crowd, turned around a few times, then raised his hand and pinched a seal formula, blending into it with divine power, a burst of light and shadow erupted, mihuoing the two people following behind him.

"As expected, the people arranged by the Pan family will follow behind."

This set of seal formulas is a method he found from the other party's memory when he controlled the heart demon to pounce on Tang Lai. It is called "Liuguang Jue", which can use the way of water to create illusions. Traces, but it is more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

Then, with a second thought, Qiu Yan's divine power surged up, distorting the light, creating a false figure on the street not far away, leading several other pursuers astray.

"These people have followed closely since I walked out of the Zhang Mansion. I don't know whose subordinates they are."

After getting rid of the pursuit, Qiu Yan was still bathed in the divine power. He identified the direction and walked quickly. Under the cover of the divine power, no one could find his figure along the way. At most, he felt a gust of wind blowing beside him.

Speeding all the way, after passing through the busy city, he came to a secluded place.

It is located on the edge of the city wall, surrounded by mostly low bungalows, which have been in disrepair for a long time.

Snapped!

Qiu Yan stopped walking, his eyes were running the Lingmu Art, and his soul surged.

In the field of vision, the scene changed, and a transparent wall emerged——

In front of him, there is an invisible barrier.

"It's here. I planted my spiritual thoughts on the marshman spy, and I was isolated here. However, this barrier shields the outside world and also isolates the inside. It is also difficult for the people inside to detect the subtle changes outside."

The thought fell, and on the ground not far away, a thin mist floated over, turned into divine thoughts, and merged into the divine power on Qiu Yan's body. Then, the black hole in his hunk trembled slightly, seeping out a faint black mist, filled with negative emotion.

As soon as the black mist appeared in the hun, Qiu Yan felt distracted and irritable. He had to change his thoughts to let the memory of the article flow out, so as to suppress the restlessness.

"Sure enough, the avatars are only connected by consciousness, and they are not immune to each other's supernatural powers."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan took a breath, and black mist floated out of his mouth.

This black mist is part of the demon's avatar, which was split and transmitted through the black hole in the demon.

The black mist drifted slowly, and gradually approached the barrier, while Qiu Yan swayed and hid in the courtyard beside him, watching quietly, and the breath-holding talisman emerged, hiding his figure.

Previously, the marshman spies were negotiating with Pan Xiang in Pan's mansion, and Qiu Yan noticed that he attached a divine sense to the other party, trying to find out, but he didn't expect to come here, but was rejected by this barrier. Had to use other means.

The smoke of the heart demon floated in the air, passed through the barrier smoothly, and penetrated into it.

The inner demon is invisible and qualityless, and does not even contain aura. It is just an emotional thought, and it must be attached to something, so it cannot be far away from the living beings, so Qiu Yan has to get close to it before displaying it.

This is this black mist, which was originally a little sparse, but following the emotional fluctuations and spiritual light emitted when thinking about life, it can accurately locate the other party's position, but it drifts along the way, becoming thinner and thinner, and gradually becoming loose At this moment, there was a sudden vibration in front, accompanied by human voices.

"Oh? The new commander of the capital has agreed to the request of the patriarch?" It was a hoarse voice, deep and majestic.

Immediately, a young voice responded: "Report to the Great Master, Pan Xiang has answered?"

In the inner demon, Qiu Yan's consciousness immediately recognized that the owner of the voice was the marshman spy who was negotiating with Pan Zhi.

"It seems that this is a stronghold of the marsh people. Who is this person known as the Great Master? The marsh people are not unified. Where did the master come from? Let alone the great master."

It is worth mentioning that a large part of the reason why this person dared to negotiate with the Pan Mansion was that he was not a marshman, but a Central Plains Miao.

After hearing the reward, the old voice said again: "All of them have been accepted? Hmph! Sure enough, they have bad intentions. As long as you understand a few of the things I mentioned, you will know how harsh they are, but that Pan Xiang , actually agreed easily, obviously only looking at the surface, perfunctory, and did not intend to cooperate sincerely at all."

The marshman spies quickly replied: "The master of the great country is wise!"

"It's hard to say whether he's wise or not, but Pan Xiang, a little thing, wants to take advantage of me, too naive, but he doesn't know that he will lose his wife and lose his army in the end!"

As soon as these words fell, the black mist of inner demons, which was so thin that it was almost invisible, passed through a window and entered a room.

The scene in the house suddenly became clear.

There were four people in this room, the one standing in the center was the previous spy, the other three were sitting, and the one who was talking was a foreign man with half of his shoulders on his shoulders, a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and his hair on his head. The hair is short and stiff, the roots are straight, and the appearance is old, but the body is full of breath.

Next to Fan Monk stood a man in hardcover, also showing half of his shoulders, but he looked arrogant, with a silk scarf on his forehead, and an emerald the size of a fingernail hung between his foreheads.

"It's actually a fan! One of them seems to be a monk. Now Darui, at least Jiannan Dao, has not seen Buddhism, could it be..."

As soon as he saw the two people dressed up, Qiu Yan recognized each other's background.

The last person was dressed as a standard marshman, with colorful clothes and many small ornaments. Hearing what the monk said, he smiled and said: "Since the Great Master has expected this, I hope you can help my family believe it." Your Majesty, your long-cherished wish has been fulfilled."

After hearing this, Qiu Yan's heart suddenly brightened.

"Good guy! That fat letter is really amazing. Once it changed, it recruited other swamp tribes to form a coalition army, and even united with the Fan people behind the scenes! Even the command and envoy Pan Xiang had contact! This kind of handwriting is definitely not small. Moreover, according to this statement, the Second Young Master Pan may be plotted against!"

Qiu Yan was still thinking about it, when he saw that the monk who was about to speak suddenly moved, roared, and burst into a loud noise——

"Who is peeping!" RS! .