Cuixia Valley.
Shang Zhongsheng dropped the sunspot and said casually: "A lot of people have left the detoxification training room recently."
Sitting opposite him was a man with gray hair and a low-key and steady gray-blue robe. night steward.
"Yes." The night manager had a calm expression and focused his eyes on the chessboard.
Shang Zhongsheng saw that it had not settled for a long time without urging it, and sighed: "What is more valuable than staying in the detoxification training room to improve its strength."
He did not ask in a questioning tone, but the night manager replied: "The people from Miaomiao Mountain left temporarily because they received news that Su Pingping was in danger."
Shang Zhongsheng said: "That's it. "
The night manager continued: "The people from Du'e Academy left because of the exchange students in Yongmengxiang."
"Exchange students?" The last incident was Shang Zhongsheng. Not interested, but this one is different.
The Night Manager said: "Exchange some of the disciples from both sides to their respective sects for further training."
"Du'e Academy has kept the secret a secret and has never received any relevant information before." Shang Zhongsheng said, "The title of exchange student is used cleverly."
"The few people who left Yinhuan Mansion are Yinhuan The master of the palace is leaving." The night manager continued to give information freely.
Shang Zhongsheng had an impression of Yin Shijun, but he could not really put him on an equal footing even under the throne. He smiled and said: "He and the Thunder Sword of the Thunder Fire Domain were in retreat one after another. There is news that If you don't break through, you will never get out of the level. Logically speaking, if you can get out of the level, you should gain a lot, but the silver ring will be a big gain. The government did not announce the celebration widely, which is a bit subtle."
The night manager did not comment, and said: "The Qingdeng Road was hidden and there was no reason. It looks quite suspicious."
“Night manager.” Shang Zhongsheng suddenly called seriously.
The chess pieces on the chessboard are all stuck by the hazy oblique shadow, and no one can separate them from the chessboard no matter how hard they try.
Shang Zhongsheng said: "The night manager disturbed my concentration with words just to exchange money secretly. This behavior is inappropriate."
The night manager said: "I don't have it."< br>
It finally dropped the white piece in its hand.
“It’s because you mentioned the people who left that I told you this.”
If he hadn't discovered exactly what happened on the chessboard just now, Shang Zhongsheng might have been deceived by the nightkeeper's solemn expression.
He followed the good advice and said, "The night manager's information is really well-informed."
The matter of 'swapping' became a tacit agreement.
The night manager secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t know whether Shang Zhongsheng believed what he said.
80% believed it, there was not a single lie in its mouth.
The master ordered it to hold the throne temporarily and not let him go to the mortal continent and cause trouble with the Mirage of the Mist at this time. When you really can't stabilize, you can call Shang Mi Feixue for help.
The night manager's face tightened, and he could not call the young master for help unless he had to.
When its little master knows that it cannot handle the affairs ordered by the master... the pressure it has to endure is far more terrifying than facing the throne.
Shang Zhongsheng looked at the night manager who was in a major problem, and placed the chess piece in his hand into the sure-kill position that he had expected.
The night manager’s serious brows furrowed even more tightly, forming a tall mountain.
Shang Zhongsheng smiled gently.
The opponent is so cautious, how can he let go?
Of course, we want to kill more happily.
——Heshan from Shadow King.
Yin Shijun, who has been mentioned by Shang Zhongsheng for many days in a row, has lived a life since he left the country as 'delicate' as Shang Zhongsheng commented.
First, we dealt with issues such as the death of a stowaway caught in the fog, and the loss of control of the mirage that blocked the fog. The days that followed were not necessarily clean. News kept coming from the Yinhuan Branch Office that there was a secret hand targeting them. In a short period of time, they had robbed several of their supply sources. They lost not only resources but also manpower.
This secret hand is so strong that the people in the branch office are no match for it, so the main office has to take action.
You chased and hid, and it took a lot of time and energy to find the person.
Due to the identity and strength of the other Venerable, the Yinhuan Mansion did not want to come up directly and form a deadly feud, so they brought him half-invited and half-hostile to the main mansion.
“Yin Sang.” Tie Fengling’s face turned cold as soon as she saw the female spiritual master, “It’s you.”
‘Poisonous Rakshasa’ Yin Sang comes from the Senluo Land in the southwest, a plain full of swamps, vegetation, and poisonous insects.
The Cuixia Valley located in Fanchangtian is considered a paradise by comparison. Yin Sang raised his eyebrows provocatively at her, then glanced at the others and saw Yin Shijun sitting there, his eyes suddenly opened, his smile was bright and bright, and he was floating on him like a fragrant breeze.
"Lang Jun, why didn't you send me a message when you were released from seclusion? If I had known you were here, why would I have run away? I would have come to see you early."
Tie Fengling sneered coldly.
Sure enough, he saw that before Yin Sangren could meet Yin Shijun, he was blocked outside by his secret cronies.
The two sides passed several killing moves.
Until Yin Shijun's cold voice sounded, "Poison Rakshasa, why did you steal the secret message of the mirage of the fog, and then blocked the caravan that robbed Yinhuan Mansion."
Yin Sang lamented Looking at him is like seeing a heartless man.
Yin Shijun was unmoved, while Tie Fengling sneered even more.
Yin Sang felt bored and flipped up a handful of her hair. All her sadness disappeared and she said with a half-smile, "I thought you knew the reason."
She looked at Tie Fengling first.
Tie Fengling didn’t talk to her.
If Yin Shijun is still in seclusion, she will still need to spend some time to have a fight with this poisonous woman, which will disgust both the other party and herself. But it's different now. Yin Shijun's temperament happens to be best for dealing with people like Yin Sang.
“Stop talking nonsense!”
really.
Yin Shijun shouted sharply.
The sharp eyes are like daggers, the furrowed eyebrows and the slanting sword eyebrows force Yin Sang under heavy pressure.
That is a heart of steel that is not moved by women's sex or tea art.
Yin Sang: "..."
Many times she really wanted to kill Yin Shijun, tear off his skin and fill it with the poisonous insects and strange trees of Senluo Land. Until I get tired of looking at it, I keep it by my side.
The murderous intention of the high-level spiritual master filled the air and was felt by everyone present.
At the moment of tension.
Yin Sang took a step back and restrained his inner thoughts.
Throw the wishful bags on the table.
"The resources of the Yinhuan Mansion that were plundered are all here, so it's not a big deal. Compared with me plundering the Yinhuan Mansion caravan, it is your Yinhuan Mansion's improper management of the Mist Mirage that makes it more troublesome to let the Mist Mirage get out of control. "
Yin Sang threatened with a smile, "If this matter gets spread..."
Yin Shijun was unmoved, "The world will know that it was the Poison Rakshasa who stole the secret words of the Mist Mirage, causing the Mist Mirage to lose control."
Yin Sang's smile cracked, and his spiritual pressure It suddenly unfolded, and ripples of spiritual patterns appeared in the air around it, revealing the protective spiritual array in the house.
“You framed me!?”
Yin Shijun said calmly: "You did it. Before you made trouble, there was nothing unusual about the mirage of the mist."
Yin Sang cursed: "Bullshit!"
Yin Shijun Frowning, "Be careful what you say."
"If you dare to take the blame on me, I will dare to expose what you have done secretly in the Mortal Continent." Yin Sang whispered.
Yin Shijun said: "It's up to you."
Tie Fengling next to her asked: "I wonder what we are doing secretly in the Mortal Continent?"
Yin Sang's sentence was originally a test. After observing the two people's reactions, she changed her face again, as if she had no bones. He leaned back in the chair and said: "That's all, after so many years of friendship, there is no need to fight to the death."
Tie Fengling reminded her, "You are the one who is looking for trouble first."
Yin Sang scoundrel smiled and said: "I've been bored lately, and Mr. Yinlang is out of seclusion. I'll be a guest in your Yinhuan Mansion."
A sage shamelessly wants to stay in your home. If you can't kill him, you can't easily drive him away.
Yin Shijun remembered Tie Fengling's previous reminder that this was just the beginning. I suddenly felt that the Dikuisha and the essence of inspiration I had obtained were slowly losing their charm.