The best fake eunuch.

"Luo'an Temple."

Leng Wuqing suddenly realized that something was wrong, the Thief Thousand Illusions had returned to Luo'an Temple, and people in the world knew very little about it, that's why there were rumors that the Thief Thousand Illusions was dead.Now that someone has arranged a big waiting for Yu Feng here, it means that this is no secret.These people couldn't find Yu Feng, so they would force them to question the monks in the temple.

Leng Wuqing stepped out of the inn quickly, jumped on the horse, flattered the horse and rushed towards Luo'an Temple.Although he didn't know what was going on, but he could make Leng Wuqing anxious, something must have happened, and Fang Fangyi followed closely, flattering him to catch up.

When walking to the forest, people ambushing in the trees on both sides of the road suddenly shot.Leng Wuqing slapped his horse in front of him, turned a blind eye to those people, swung his sword, and the person who made the strike was already bleeding in the air.

"drive!"

There were still people ambushing in the forest, but at this moment, Leng Wuqing and Fang Fangyi had no time to take care of these people, and Pegasus rushed towards Luo'an Temple.

The gate of Luo'an Temple was wide open, and the dust-sweeping broom was casually thrown outside.Although Sweechen is a child, he is also a Buddhist disciple, so it is impossible for him to do things so rough.

Seeing the lonely broom, Fang Fangyi realized that it was not good, and tried to shout: "Little Master." After shouting, there was only an empty echo, and no one responded. Fang Fangyi was anxious, and he lifted the rein and flew away. The horse rushed into Luoan Temple.

"Little Master..."

When I entered the temple, I saw two people lying on the ground at a glance.It was Sweep Chen and the old monk.House Yi hastily lifted Sweechen up, and found that Sweechen's pulse was extremely weak, so he quickly sat down cross-legged to heal Sweechen's injuries.

"court death!"

While the house was healing, suddenly a few darts on the roof shot at the back of the house.Leng Wuqing raised his sword, blocked the dart, and killed the attacker with a single strike.

It turned out that these people didn't all leave Luo'an Temple after they pressed Wan Yufeng's whereabouts, and some people stayed in the temple to lie in wait for Yu Feng's return.

Sweeping dust suffered internal injuries, the five internal organs had been damaged, and the house was easily transported with internal force and then stopped.Although he was unwilling, he knew that the child could not be saved.

House Yi stopped, and Sweep Chen lay in House Yi's arms all of a sudden, waking up a little.This is because the house's easy-to-use internal force barely lasted a moment of life for sweeping the dust.

"Benefactor...someone wants to kill Big Brother Yu, you...you have to tell him, Sao...Saochen didn't betray Big Brother Yu, I didn't say anything."

After saying the last sentence, Sweep Chen Ruoxia's arm sank feebly.

"I'll tell him, little master, rest in peace." House Yi reached out and closed Sweep Chen's eyes.

House Yi carried Sweeping Chen's body into the Buddhist hall, and gently placed it on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, and when he came out, he carried the old monk in and placed them side by side.Doing all of this, the house is very calm, calm and scary.

Although we only met each other for a day, Sweeping Chen's simple nature left a deep impression on Fang Fangyi. In his heart, such a person should not die.

Walking out of the Buddhist hall, he glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, the murderous aura suddenly rose from Fang Fangyi's body, as if blazing with fire.

"Turn down the mountain."

Fang Ziyi only said a word, and got on the horse and left Luo'an Temple.Outside Luo'an Temple, Leng Wuqing and House Yi separated and took different paths.

Without asking about Yu Feng's whereabouts, the dozen or so people who went up the mountain did not leave, but waited in ambush on the mountain, waiting for Yu Feng to throw himself into the trap, and the one who attacked Leng Wuqing just now was one of them.

But they obviously didn't expect that what they were waiting for was not Yu Feng, not white money, but a bloody death.There is nothing wrong with competition, and there is nothing wrong with brutal competition. What is wrong is that it extends its hands to innocent people, so they deserve to die.

The sun was setting, and the sunset was hanging on the horizon, blood red, and the whole mountain forest seemed extremely silent under the light.

Leng Wuqing is already at the foot of the mountain, and Wuqing's sword has been sheathed. No one knows how many people's blood has been stained on his sword today, but there is no doubt that they deserve to die.

Cold and ruthless killing is clean and neat.And the house is more like crushing crazily, every battle is a mess, today's battle he did not suppress himself, he completely let go of the killing intent.

The surroundings returned to calm, the scarlet in Fang Fangyi's eyes also disappeared, and the bloody veins on the knife gradually disappeared.

When the two walked out of the forest, none of the dozens of people left alive, and all of them paid for their lives.

Leaving here, House Yi and Leng searched ruthlessly for a few days, but there was no whereabouts of Yu Feng, but they found a few places where rewards were distributed, but without exception, when they went, the people inside were already dead. cover up something.

There was no useful information from Dongchang either. One day, House Yi and Leng Ruqing settled down in a tavern.When entering the door, the tavern was almost full of people from the Jianghu, and a few other people sat in the corner cautiously, for fear of offending these people from the Jianghu.

The appearance of House Yi and Leng Wuqing didn't attract anyone's attention. There were too many Jiang Hu people gathered together, and these people were no longer surprised by it.

"You two guests, what do you want to eat?"

Xiao Er came over to say hello, the business of the tavern is very good these days, Xiao Er's legs are almost broken, no matter how much he thinks about the shopkeeper's face, he still has a smile on his face.

House Yi waved his hands casually and said, "Feel free to serve some good food and some good wine."

When the food and drink were served, House Yi pretended to be eating and drinking as if nothing had happened, but his ears were always listening to the people below.

"As long as we find the Thief of Thousand Illusions, we will give it away. Ten thousand taels of gold, that's gold. With this money, I can live happily ever after." A big man said loudly nonchalantly after drinking too much wine.

Everyone below is talking about the Thousand Illusion God Thief. Just as this person finished speaking, another person continued: "Damn it, I didn't think that Thousand Illusion God Thief's head is still so valuable after so many years of seclusion."

"However, this money is not easy to earn. That Thousand Illusory Thief never shows his true face to others. Even if he saw him, he would not recognize him. Maybe he is hiding among us now."

As soon as these words were uttered, the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly changed, and the noisy voices quieted down, so everyone stared at the people around them nervously, as if their companions were the magic thief.

The companion of the speaker suddenly turned his head to stare at the speaker, and stood up abruptly, "You can't be the Thousand Illusion Thief, I heard that he can take the shape of anyone."

"Bah, you think I'm stupid. If I'm a thief of illusion, I'll tell you. You're crazy about money, right?"

The man stared at the speaker in doubt, and finally sat down, but obviously avoided some distance, and there was still deep suspicion in his eyes.

The scene became weird. Under the temptation of 1 taels of gold, these people now looked like a thousand illusions to everyone, and became neurotic.

This is not the first time that Fangfang Yi has encountered such a scene, and every time, Yu Feng's head will become more valuable.