Chapter 11: Qingfeng Secret Pavilion

The sky is slightly bright, and the earth is full of dust, like a beauty veil, as if it were real.

In the hidden bamboo forest, bamboos seem to support the bright fog, and the bamboo leaves are hazy, making people feel that they will not touch the physical object.

The sound of footsteps became the only noise in this huge tranquility.

Meng Qianxiao's back flew across the bamboo forest and ran straight to the direction of the erratic house.

Another figure came again and fell in front of Meng Qianxiao, blocking his way.

"I didn't expect that Han Hermit could rush in front of Meng, and he was afraid that the injury on your body had healed, right?" Meng Qianxiao stared coldly at the figure in front of him.

Han Ling turned around gracefully, plain and detached, with a polite and elegant smile on his face.

"I don't quite understand what Lord Meng means. Han just went out to do something. How could he be injured for no reason?" Han Ling smiled, his smile did not diminish at all, his face was relaxed, and a pair of eyes met Meng Qianxiao's fierce eyes that wanted to see through his expression.

Meng Qianxiao snorted and said, "I'm afraid that Han hermit understands what I said. I hope Han hermit can weigh the pros and cons and hand over the tribute and the two fugitives as soon as possible. My ghost house can care about the past."

"Forgive me for my ignorance. I really don't know what the tribute is mentioned in Meng Da's population, let alone who the two fugitives are. We hermits have always been less concerned about the affairs of the world. We have rarely heard of what has happened recently in the world. Please forgive me." Han Ling held the boxing, and their eyes seemed to be fighting non-stop, but Meng Qianxiao could not penetrate the unfathomable heights on Han Ling's face.

Meng Qianxiao's hand slowly moved to the knife handle between his waist, and his eyes were murderous.

Han Ling stood leisurely, with his hands folded and smiled.

The cool wind blew over and blew up the clothes of the two people, but it could not dispel the thick fog.

Meng Qianxiao took a deep breath and said, "Han hermit is self-respecting. You should know that a wise person will never get into trouble."

Han Ling knew that he had won and breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't let Meng Qianxiao notice it. He said casually, "Please don't see me off." Meng Qianxiao jumped, and the sound of stepping on the sky gradually moved away.

"Are they okay?" Han Ling didn't know who he was asking, but Lin Wu behind him gradually came out of a person. From the long brush-like beard, it can be seen who else is besides the morning.

After sighing, he said to Gu, "It's okay. I'm teaching them how to spit in and practice qi, but according to my observation, the boy named Jiang Shengtian has a different physique, strange meridians, and can't expand his temperament. No one can cure this stubborn disease. I'm afraid he can't practice internal skills in his life."

After listening to this, Han Ling could only shake his head regretfully and said, "Only one out of thousands of people will appear in this situation. Unexpectedly... Alas."

Chaoku continued: "That Chen Rufeng is talented, and I'm going to teach him the foundation of errare skills. However, there seems to be a strange gas in his body. Fortunately, there is no conflict with the qi I taught him to absorb.

Han Ling's face immediately changed slightly, frowned and said uneasily, "Should it be that he touched the black yuan stone and sucked the evil spirit of the demon family on the black yuan stone?"

"What!?" Chaogou was shocked and turned pale, which was more violent than Han Ling's reaction.

Han Ling shook his head and said, "If so, those demon evil spirits should still be in the dormant stage at this moment and have not yet come out. But once released, the consequences are unimaginable.

After hearing this, Chaoge was stunned and said, "Then I will only teach him the light skills in the errave skills, not martial arts, so as not to become a disaster in the future."

"This can only be done for the time being. The black yuan stone is the most precious treasure of the demon family, but I don't know why it fell into the king of Tianzhu. Now that it is transferred to the emperor, such evil things will only be harmful and unprofitable, and I don't know what Tianzhu's intention is. Han Ling thought deeply and said, but Chaohou asked puzzled, "How can you carry this trouble? Those two are just meeting you at most. Why do you want to be so exhausted for them?

Han Ling smiled dryly and said, "You know I won't say more about Qingfeng Pavilion. I was married at first sight. I couldn't bear them to fall into the hands of the ghost house and die in vain, so I rescued them.

Chaoge dared to be embarrassed and knew that he was quick to talk for a while. He asked Han Ling what he usually didn't want to mention, and immediately changed the topic and said, "I don't know when we can do it again? Haha, the only time we had a game hasn't been decided yet!"

"Find a day, I will also be busy during this period of time. Give that thing to me first. You ask Rufeng if he has opened the brocade box, and then tell Jiang Shengtian about his situation, so as not to waste his time in this fruitless thing." Han Ling has stepped up, stepped into the fog in front of him, and looked at it to disappear.

"And take good care of them." Han Ling's erratic voice in the fog was the last order. Chaoqi sighed for him and said to himself, "It's still so hard to be a hermit. Isn't it as bad as me? Although I don't have the name of a hermit, I'm also happy and live with wine all day long, ha..."

The more he said, the more he felt his superiority. He hummed and returned along the same road.

Chao told Jiang Shengtian the truth, and Chen Rufeng glanced at him uneasily after listening.

"That means that I can't learn my martial arts in my life." Jiang Shengtian had a blue face and repeated this cruel fact that he could not accept. He paused slightly and said with an embarrassed face, "If you want to practice foreign kung fu, your body is completely fine."

Jiang Shengtian raised his head and shot a chilling light of despair in his eyes. He said, "I know the gap between the outside and the inside. If you can't practice the true spirit of the inner family, it will only be a table without foundation, flesh and bones.

After listening to it, Chao Ge was speechy for a while and stared at Jiang Shengtian for a long time.

Chen Rufeng put his hand on Jiang Shengtian's shoulder as if understanding, but was accidentally thrown away by him.

Jiang Shengtian's eyes were full of haze that he had never seen before. He looked at Chen Rufeng with jealousy. Chen Rufeng was shocked and couldn't help staying a few feet away from him.

The brother in front of me, who has been with him since birth, has become so strange at this moment.

Chen Rufeng looked at him in amazement and stood up angrily and walked straight outside the house. As soon as he wanted to chase, he was held down by Chao's hand and shook his head.

"Let him calm down." Chaoge looked at Jiang Shengtian's back disappearing into the bamboo forest and sighed.

Han Ling rushed to Chang'an. It was already late at night. The streets and alleys seemed to be covered with a thick black, and occasionally one or two cat calls, which doubled gloomy.

Han Ling came to the door of a big house, but had no intention of visiting. Instead, he circled the outer wall of the big house and got into the dark alley against the wall. In the darkness, I moved forward purely by feeling.

I didn't expect to find a door along the wall. The door looked like another entrance to the mansion, with a plaque on it, which was blank. Han Ling walked to the door with the moonlight and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened with a creak. Han Ling didn't think much about it and walked into the house.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a different hole in it, like building another small house in the mansion. There is a small pond rockery on the right, and a red railing corridor on the left, which seems to lead to the depths of the mansion. Facing it is a big room, and the three ink green characters of "Qingfeng Pavilion" hang on its door beam.

The face of the person who opened the door was hidden in the darkness, but whispered, "Please go in. The master has been waiting in there for a long time."

Han Ling raised the corners of his mouth gently, took a few steps forward and opened the door.

In the room, the moonlight is shining like day. Han Ling is facing a bright window. The window is open, facing the full moon. Every ten feet on his left and right sides, there is a yellow futon, extending to the frontmost platform.

There is a table on the high table, a chessboard on the table, and two boxes of black and white pieces one by one. It seems that people are ready to play here at any time.

Han Ling looked around a little, and he was not familiar with this place. He walked to the center of the hall and stood quietly, as if he were the only one left in the whole world.

The footsteps are suddenly approaching, with clear weight, neat and rhythm.

A figure walked in from a secret mouth of the hall, stepped on the high platform, stood behind the chessboard, stood with his hands behind his back, and raised his head gently, as if he was admiring the glorious moon.

Han Ling did not say a word, so as not to disturb the person's appreciation of the moon. He bowed his hands respectfully and waited quietly, with a pleasant smile on his face, spotless, like an extraordinary and refined monk.

"Han Ling, how long have you been in Qingfeng Pavilion?" The man asked faintly without any superfluous emotions.

Han Ling held his fist and raised his sleeves and said, "I entered the Qingfeng Pavilion at the next 15 years, and now it has been more than ten years."

The man sighed heavily, as if he deliberately let him hear it, and then said, "You should know the rules of Qingfeng Pavilion. What do you have to explain about the tribute of Tianzhu?"

Han Ling was ready to say, "Please believe me and rob the black yuan stone. This is the best choice, and it is only part of our plan. In order to make the plan go smoothly, we have to do so. Moreover, Tianzhu has ulterior motives to give this evil thing to my dynasty. If the Lord touches it, I'm afraid it will harm the Lord's dragon body.

The man was silent after hearing this. After a moment, he said, "Han Ling, you are the person I trust most in the whole Qingfeng Pavilion. I hope you can really do this well. In terms of martial arts, you are not under regret. The position of the Lord of the Qingfeng Pavilion is just around the corner.

It turned out that this person was Li Longji, the king of the Tang Dynasty.

After hearing this, Han Ling nod his head and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, Lord Long'en! There is one more thing to ask, and I beg the emperor to agree.

Li Longji said, "Say it."

"The two friends below were involved in this matter because they were framed. I hope the emperor can see clearly and return their innocence." Han Ling said, but Li Longji frowned secretly and said, "I'm not easy to interfere in the matter of the ghost mansion, but since you mentioned it, I will naturally pay more attention and try my best."

Han Ling knew that it would be useless to say more, so he said, "Then I will leave first."

Li Longji gently brushed his sleeves and motioned him to leave, while a man continued to watch the moonlight alone in the hall.

"Jianghu... When can you reassure me?" Li Longji said to himself.