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The mist of mountains and mist permeating the low-lying areas could not reach the high slopes and cliffs. Now the remnants of the army gathered on Qianchong Cliff, and everyone's faces were full of exhaustion and despair.

"Isn't it because Huang Quanzhu and the physique...alienated?" Ning Jingyuan hesitated, and unconsciously glanced at Li Qingzhou's face.

"I don't know what to look at." Li Qingzhou puffed up his face and rolled his eyes at him.

"So, what exactly is this?" Tranquility looked at Yan Lingxi from afar.

"Anyway, it's definitely not Huangquan Candle. You might as well..." Yan Lingxi gently raised his folding fan, and the handle of the fan pointed to Ye Fengting.

"Indeed, Yellow Spring Candle is not a persistent poison at all. After so many years, the poison has been cured long ago." Ye Fengting replied calmly.

Li Qingzhou's complexion suddenly turned pale, and nothingness flashed in his eyes, and then his tone was uneven, "What kind of poison is on my body, it has nothing to do with you."

"Don't mention it." Ye Fengting smiled casually.

"But maybe..." Tranquility wanted to speak, but Yan Lingxi immediately interrupted him, "Brother Ye, let's talk about your life experience."

Yan Lingxi then winked at Ning Jingyuan, Ning Ningyuan smiled wryly, and when he looked down at Li Qingzhou again, he found that he had fallen asleep again, whether he was really asleep or pretending to be asleep.

Ye Fengting is also a knowledgeable person, looking at Yan Lingxi through the bonfire, "Then, why are you talking about Ye."

Yan Lingxi tried his best to half lie on the stone to relax his body, "Now that we have cleared up the past, Brother Ye should also explain clearly what he did before, shouldn't he?"

Ye Fengting smiled lightly, "Alright, you or I?"

Yan Lingxi waved his hand, "I can throw bricks to attract jade, and I also hope that Brother Ye will treat others with sincerity."

Ye Fengting stroked the lines on the red bamboo flute in his hand, "There is one thing that Ye wants to clarify. It was Du Lingbei's order to poison brother Qingzhou earlier."

A chill flashed in Yan Lingxi's eyes, and then asked: "Then, what about the cold blood beads in brother Qingzhou's body?"

Ning Jingyuan pulled out the Fengse long sword with his backhand, and lit up the blood jade bead at the bottom of the hilt, "Is it this?"

Ye Fengting nodded and rolled his eyes slightly, "The master of Jiangyue is not the master of Jiangyue."

Cheng Tianya listened and snorted coldly, Ning Jingyuan also frowned slightly.

"Sincerity, sincerity." Yan Lingxi smiled friendly, "Brother Ye, it's fine if you don't want to say it. We..."

"Jiangnan Dacang." Ye Fengting suddenly said these four words, "The Jiangyue Tower that the Alliance saw on Yueyang Tower is just Jiangyue Tower."

"What do you mean?" Tranquility asked.

Yan Lingxi drew a triangle on the stone beside him with his fingers, "The three characters Jiangyuelou can refer to Jiangyuelou, which is the headquarters of Jiangyuelou composed of Gaorong Pavilion, Yuting Pavilion, and Jiangyue Pavilion in Yangzhou. But at the same time, it can also refer to the Jiangyuelou forces."

Ye Fengting stared at Yan Lingxi, and found that the other party was also peeping at him with a smile at the same time, "Then Ye Mou said directly, if brother Qingzhou takes over as the landlord of Jiangyue, he will be killed by Jiangnan Dacang immediately."

"Jiangnan Dacang..." Ning Jingyuan thought about it, and then said suddenly, "You mean the big salt lord gang in Jiangnan Road."

While observing the slight changes in Ye Fengting's face, Yan Lingxi said, "That's right. According to the information obtained by the alliance, besides the headquarters, Jiangyuelou has multiple branches of Jiangnan Road, the largest of which is Jiangnan Road. Dacang. Mu Chengan, the suzerain of Dacang in the south of the Yangtze River, is close friends with Du Lingbei, and controls [-]% of Jiangyuelou's power."

"So why did Jiangnan Dacang kill Li Qingzhou?" Cheng Tianya was still scraping the surface of the sword in his hand with a whetstone.

"At the Yueyang Tower meeting, the absence of all members of Jiangnan Dacang has already shown a break with Du Lingbei." Ye Fengting said.

"So Jiangnan Dacang wants to sit and watch Du Lingbei die, so all the forces belonging to Jiangnan Dacang stand still. Am I right, Brother Ye?" Yan Lingxi narrowed his eyes, his tone full of temptation.

"Eleventh Young Master, are you wondering if Ye is someone who was placed by Jiangnan Dacang next to Du Lingbei?" Ye Fengting smiled kindly at Yan Lingxi.

"It's you who provoked the conflict between Jiangnan Dacang and Jiangyuelou's headquarters, which led to the plan to finish Qingzhou later?" Ning Jingyuan's eyes turned cold, and then he got up, looking at Ye Fengting with cold eyes.

"Well, I don't think so. Brother Ye is not someone who is willing to submit to Mu Chengan." Yan Lingxi's tone tried to appease Ning Yuan.

"I'll go to the edge of the cliff for a while." Ning Jingyuan sighed slightly, and walked towards the edge of Qianchong Cliff.He looked towards the southern rocky ridge, in the valley where the thick fog drifted, countless ghost soldiers in dark green military uniforms holding iron spears and round shields hovered. At a glance, there were thousands of them, densely covering the canyon like a swarm of poisonous bees.

The east wind blew on the cliff, blowing away Ning Yuan's messy hair from running all night. He looked far into the distance, in the outer valley, countless Turkic troops camped, and the burning braziers and torches were like a wall of fire, stretching from the west. To east, from south to north.

With dark valleys and ghost soldiers in the inner circle, and steep mountains and enemy troops in the outer circle, how can we defeat the enemy?

"Wait, this is..." Suddenly, Ning Jingyuan noticed a phenomenon while examining the arrangement.In the gloomy mist surrounding, there are seven places with faint blue lights. Compared with the number of ghost soldiers wandering in the valley, the phantoms in these places with dark lights are more dense.

"Jiangyuelou Headquarters is under Du Lingbei's command. There is Jing Wuxia, the leader of the Yuting Pavilion in the East Pavilion, and Shen Yan, the leader of the Gaorong Pavilion in the West Pavilion. Jing Wuxia is the person who was placed in Jiangnan Dacang, and Shen Yan is Du Lingbei's confidant." Ye Fengting's gaze. Floating up and down Yanlingxi's face.

Yan Lingxi understands that Ye Fengting is also observing his expression at this moment, so as to grasp the information.He continued: "I think Brother Ye will be able to deal with the forces of the two parties. So when you suddenly appeared in Yueyang, you actually seized this opportunity to take control of Jiangyue Tower. But you have thought about how to deal with Jiangnan Da Warehouse confrontation?"

"That's nothing to worry about." Ye Fengting smiled lightly, looked away, and looked into the distance, "Enough gossip, let's talk about what's in front of us."

"Maybe I have to say a few more things about the past." Yanlingxi raised his fan and pointed to the place where Jingyuan stood, "In front of Jingyuan, this is the valley next to Qianchongya."

Tranquility heard what Yan Lingxi said, and he subconsciously looked towards a cliff in the valley ahead. Under the cliff stood a large stone tablet that had collapsed, and three characters were vaguely engraved in official script.

"Luan Water Valley."

"Hmph, you're not in a hurry." Cheng Tianya couldn't help but jumped off the rock, glaring at Yan and Ye. "Trapped in a dangerous place, I don't intend to sit still and wait for death."

"The ghost soldiers are in front, and the odd formation is in the back. Haste makes waste. Ye believes that Eleventh Young Master has a countermeasure." Ye Fengting smiled lightly.

"Tch." Cheng Tianya glanced at him, then walked towards where Ning Jingyuan was standing.

"Since Brother Ye is not in a hurry, I will tell a story." Yan Lingxi put a black stone in his sleeve into his hand, and drew the outline of a formation on the rock beside him, "Twenty years ago, Du Lingbei and Qing Ruoxiao led Jiangyuelou's killers to start a bloody battle with the Khitan army in Luan Shui Valley of Youdie Ridge, but they were outnumbered."

"Just when the army was defeated, your father came with the Yan family guards and defeated the Khitan army with a heavy fog. Thinking about it now, it was the Qimen Formation." Ye Fengting looked at the Yanling River through the firelight The formation drawn by him, "This is the Jiugong Bagua formation?"

"That's right." Yan Lingxi weighed the ink stone, "The eight trigrams formation has rest, birth, injury, Du, scene, death, shock, and eight doors to open. Prime Minister Zhuge once passed this formation on to eight disciples. It is recorded in our family's classics It's 'Eight Gates of Marquis Wu'." He wrote down the eight gates in turn next to the formation.

"So that's the case. I think coming to the Yan family is also one of them." Ye Fengting quickly calculated.

"Jiang Wan who represented Xiu, Fei Yi who was born, Dong Yun who was Kai, and Jiang Wei who was injured, were separated by the fall of Ji Han. The other four disciples also retreated from the world to stay away from the flames of war until the Jin Dynasty. The disciple reappeared in the world, named Sima Shouke, and he led the rebel army to fight against the foreigners. Before Sima Shouke died, he used tricks to force out the shocking disciple, that is, the Yan family." Yan Lingxi will rest, give birth, open, hurt, Death is crossed out in turn, leaving only the three characters Du, Jing and Jing.

"Therefore, Yuan Zhen, the president of the Du family, is not surprising." Ye Fengting thought for a while.

"Brother Ye, why didn't you ask? Yan's family is not Jing as a disciple of Jingmen." Yan Lingxi turned to stare at him.

"Things that are superficial in appearance are never the focus, and it's normal for a disciple of the Du family not to be named Du." Ye Fengting was talking, when there was a commotion not far away, and then a group of red-clothed swordsmen approached, everyone's faces were pale. Very tired.Ye Fengting stood up and patted the leader's shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."

"I didn't expect Brother Ye to divide his troops in such a situation." Yan Lingxi also got up, and looked at this army of about a hundred soldiers, a wave of

The smell of sulfur and nitric acid pierced his nostrils, making him frown.

Just as they were talking, a team from the Mo Bing Department came from the west, everyone was wounded, Ye Fengting narrowed his eyes slightly, "Eleventh Young Masters, we have lost each other."

At this time, Cheng Tianya saw the situation of this small team, and was a little angry for a while, "Eleven, you treat the brothers like this!"

Yan Lingxi shook his head helplessly, and asked the team leader, "How is the situation outside?"

"The ghost soldiers invaded the cliff, and we took a lot of effort to break in." The captain's body was covered with blood.

"Bastard ghost soldiers! I'm going to destroy them!" Cheng Tianya waved his hands and walked towards the western cliff mouth of Qianchong Cliff alone.

"Tianya, wait." Yan Lingxi immediately raised his hand to stop him, and said solemnly: "Your skill is only [-]-[-]% at most now, and the ghost soldiers are just disturbing, brothers are enough to deal with it, we should now..."

"You should calm down now! Do you want to say this? Always calm down, whether you are annoying or not!" Cheng Tianya pushed Yan Lingxi away, and the latter staggered two steps, almost fell to the ground, and a pair of hands appeared behind him hold him up.

Yan Lingxi raised his head and found Ning Jingyuan's deep blue eyes staring at him, he smiled helplessly, "Jingyuan, it's okay."

"I'll go there too." Ning Jingyuan nodded, and accompanied Cheng Tianya towards the cliff mouth to support.

"It seems that you are waiting for an opportunity." Ye Fengting walked to the side of the cliff, looking at the brightly lit camps and formations of the Turkic people.

"Tomorrow is the best time during the day, when the fog clears at sunrise." Yan Lingxi glanced at Cheng Tianya's back, and then walked to the edge of the cliff.

"It's also the last chance." Ye Fengting smiled lightly, and pointed to the front with the flute in his hand, "As for Qimen Formation, Ye is an amateur. This trip seems to be fruitful."