I want it all

The carriage was passing smoothly, the sound of wind and rain was isolated from the outside of the carriage, but the interior of the carriage was completely silent, Shen Feiyun seemed to be able to hear the sound of breathing coming from his back.

About half an hour later, Shen Feiyun adjusted his breath properly, and felt that his chest was no longer stagnant, knowing that Mo Tingfeng was indeed merciful.

He stretched out his hand to lift the window screen and open the wooden window. It was pitch black along the way, and he couldn't see the precarious scene clearly.

Mo Tingfeng leaned forward, took a look, and said, "We're almost at Xiangshan Mountain, it's raining continuously, and when the sun clears, the red leaves will surely cover the mountains and plains."

"Xiangshan?" Shen Feiyun said sharply, "So you came here uninvited in the middle of the night, and you want us to go to Lingxiao Temple?"

Most of the Taoist priests in Xiangshan Lingxiao Temple are enshrined by Prince Jian Yike. Since they are asked to go to Lingxiao Temple, it is self-evident who is behind the scenes.What Mo Tingfeng said was entrusted by someone, this person turned out to be the prince.

Before Shi Hongying left, she pointed out that the crown prince had colluded with the Sacred Fire Sect, so it was no wonder that he was able to invite the young master of the Sacred Fire Sect.

Shen Feiyun said bluntly: "The crown prince invites Prince Chen's son, why?"

"You think I can know?" Mo Tingfeng shook his head, and said amusedly, "I'm just a pawn in my hand. When a chess player lays out a pawn, do you still ask the pawn's opinion?"

Shen Feiyun knew that the other party would not answer easily, so he changed the topic and said, "The inner strength method of your Holy Fire Sect is somewhat similar to Liuxiu City's cultivation method."

"You don't know?" Mo Tingfeng was quite surprised.

Shen Feiyun put down the window screen, only then realized that the two were too close, he frowned and said: "Get out of the way, stay at an arm's length from me."

"Why, you despise me so much?" Mo Tingfeng couldn't help but feel a little hurt, "If you want to hear something about the past, just bear with me. I'm willing to sit next to you, but you can't refuse."

Shen Feiyun sneered and said, "I don't want to hear it."

"Aren't you curious why the internal skills of Sacred Fire Cult and Liuxiu City are similar?" Mo Tingfeng moved a few more inches while speaking, and now he was really shoulder to shoulder with Shen Feiyun, legs to legs.

Shen Feiyun was really curious when he heard the words, but he hated Mo Tingfeng very much and didn't want to make him happy, so he didn't say a word.

What he knew was limited, and the master didn't tell him, so what he could find out was only a few words.

When Xu Qingyun broke Xin Hanxue's leg, it seemed that the martial arts created by Xin Hanxue was too treacherous and hurtful. "Hanxue Sword Art" appeared in the branch of the Holy Fire Cult, and Su Lang was ordered by his teacher to retrieve the sword art.

There is a vague connection between these few things, those old immortals are better at playing chess than him after all.

Shen Feiyun kept thinking, thinking to the end, he thought to himself: "I don't know where Su Lang is now, how he is doing..."

When he came back to his senses, he was extremely uncomfortable, especially when he was teased by his friends before, as if thinking this way, he really had thoughts of surpassing Su Lang.

When God left the sky, Mo Tingfeng pulled him back.

"My father, the Lord Liuxiu, and your master were once close friends. Do you know this?"

"I don't know." Shen Feiyun said truthfully.

The father Mo Tingfeng mentioned was naturally Mo Wuya, the leader of the Sacred Fire Cult.

The Lord of Liuxiu City is Su Lang's master, Xin Hanxue.

As for Shen Feiyun's master, Qing Yunjian, no one knew her name or character, only her surname was Xu, so they called her Xu Qingyun, even Shen Feiyun always called her that.

Mo Tingfeng was thoughtful, silent for a moment, and then said surprisingly: "You don't know that the three of them are good friends, but do you know that your master is my biological mother?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Shen Feiyun denied it without thinking.

Xu Qingyun was upright and upright, to the point of going too far, she couldn't tolerate a little bit of sand in her eyes.How could such a person get along well with the leader of the demon sect, and even give birth to a little devil.

"I was brought up by Xu Qingyun. For nearly 20 years, I have never seen her get close to anyone," Shen Feiyun argued. "If she had children, how could she not raise them by herself, and let you be led astray by the devil?"

When he was talking, he finally looked directly at Mo Tingfeng. With the help of the faint firelight, he became more and more frightened as he watched, as if he could see Xu Qingyun's youthful demeanor from the beautiful and lively face in front of him.

In the end, Shen Feiyun himself was not completely sure.

Mo Tingfeng is about the same age as him, if Xu Qingyun abandoned the child, he was only a baby then, how would he know...

Mo Tingfeng blinked, looked back at Shen Feiyun, covered his mouth for a long time, and laughed.

"I'm talking nonsense, do you believe it too?" Mo Tingfeng giggled non-stop, and after a while, he clutched his stomach and collapsed into Shen Feiyun's arms laughing.

Shen Feiyun's face turned pale, he held Mo Tingfeng's shoulders with both hands, and said coldly, "Don't make such a joke."

Mo Tingfeng ignored him, wrapped his arms around his waist, buried his head in his shoulder, and complained with a smile:

"You smell really good, but it's a pity that it's stained with blood. It's so hateful. You hit me so hard just now. If it was lighter, neither of us would be injured."

Shen Feiyun was completely enraged at this moment, he grabbed the back of Mo Tingfeng's neck and tightened it tightly.

He gritted his teeth and said: "You don't want to die, just tease me, I will accompany you to the end."

"Do you want to know where Su Lang is?" Mo Tingfeng softly kissed and asked in Shen Feiyun's ear.

Shen Feiyun froze, frowning and said: "How do you know Su Lang?"

Su Lang is Xin Hanxue's closed disciple. Before that, he was never born, and he is good at disguise. Most people can't find him. Even Shen Feiyun has been looking for him for a long time but in vain.

Mo Tingfeng smiled slightly and said: "Su Lang disturbed the altar of Qingzhou and stole the only remaining sword manual. Naturally, I will arrest him and serve him well."

"What did you do?" Shen Feiyun said angrily.

"I just want to impose some capital punishment on him." Mo Tingfeng seemed to be gossiping, "Of course I just thought about it, and I haven't had time to do it yet. If you feel sorry for him, just listen to me and be nice to me. Maybe I can consider letting him go." he."

Shen Feiyun remained silent, turned his head to the wall, too lazy to talk nonsense with Mo Tingfeng.

Su Lang's martial arts are superior to his, so he should be able to deal with Mo Tingfeng, and with the special skill of disguise, no one can deal with him except those who are old and immortal.

After several conversations, Shen Feiyun became suspicious that Mo Tingfeng knew very little, and he was just talking nonsense, just to get him to formulate words.

Su Lang's arrest was presumably caused by the other party. Even if it was true, he couldn't be obedient, otherwise Su Lang would become a handle to control him, let alone get any benefit.

The only thing Shen Feiyun can be sure of is that Mo Tingfeng is not only strong in martial arts, but also has an unfathomable mind.

and……

Really disgusting people.

Mo Tingfeng took an inch, kissed Shen Feiyun's lips, and murmured: "You are so beautiful, the first time I saw you, my heart felt empty for a moment."

"Get out!" Shen Feiyun couldn't bear it anymore, and hit him hard with his elbow.

Mo Tingfeng held it, and used his internal strength to release the strength, and said seriously: "I remembered, there is something to prove it." After speaking, he leaned over and pulled out the box from under the seat, and took out a cloak.

Shen Feiyun stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the lake-blue robe, touched the fabric carefully, and confirmed that it was Tianshan ice silk.When Su Lang cut out the bone and festered, after he healed Su Lang, in order to prevent the recurrence of the injury, he gave the silk robe to Su Lang.

"How did you get it?" Shen Feiyun asked coldly.

Mo Tingfeng put away the cloak, stuffed it back into the box, and said with a smile: "I received the news that I came to the altar of Qingzhou, and I happened to be sleeping in the room where Su Lang once slept. This cloak is hard to find, so I naturally The most precious thing.

"Maybe the cloak is too good, and Su Lang cherishes it so much that he folded it back to get it. If he can get any benefits at the altar, wouldn't it just fall into my hands?"

Shen Feiyun had already believed half of it, and was annoyed at why Su Lang wanted to take the cloak. He lost one, but he still had two or three that he was willing to give away.

While feeling cold, he began to figure out how to rescue Su Lang.

Mo Tingfeng seemed to see Shen Feiyun's thoughts, and took the initiative to say: "I can let Su Lang go, but I need you to promise me three things."

Shen Feiyun pursed his lips and sighed, "What's the matter?"

"The first thing..." Mo Tingfeng said thoughtfully, "I want to be your friend, and have fun with you every night."

"Nonsense!" Shen Feiyun was so angry that he slapped Mo Tingfeng on the shoulder.

Mo Tingfeng took a palm, his shoulders and chest ached, but he said as if nothing had happened: "Why Su Lang and you can do it, Jian Yishan can do it with you, and I, Mo Tingfeng, can't do it with you?"

When Shen Feiyun was pointed out about his relationship with Su Lang, he was speechless for a moment, and finally regained his voice, and argued: "Jian Yishan and I are innocent..."

"Oh, I understand," Mo Tingfeng shrugged, "The implication is that you and Su Lang are not clean."

Shen Feiyun couldn't refute, so he had no choice but to say bluntly: "You change three conditions, it must be upright and feasible, and no one can be harmed."

"Is it my condition, or yours?" Mo Tingfeng laughed.

"If you don't want to, then it will be void, just pretend that I didn't say anything." Shen Feiyun threatened, "If there is something wrong with Su Lang, you will follow along."

Don't listen to the rumors and fall into silence, but the two dimples are getting deeper and deeper.

After a long while, he said inexplicably: "Listening to what you said, I feel very upset in my heart..." He only said half of the words, left half, and then said: "I am willing, three conditions that you are guaranteed to fulfill."

Shen Feiyun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and shot back: "If I fulfill the three conditions, and you go back on your word, wouldn't it be a waste of all your previous efforts?"

Mo Tingfeng thought for a while, clapped his hands, and said cheerfully, "Xu Qingyun is good at treating poison, so you must be too. How about this, before you complete the third condition, you feed me the poison, and after I finish, I will exchange Su Lang for the antidote. What do you think?"

"Okay!" Shen Feiyun agreed.

At this time, the carriage ran over a big rock and bumped a few times suddenly, and could feel that it was going up the mountain.

Mo Tingfeng opened the window, looked at the wind and rain, and said calmly: "Now, I want you to do the first thing."

Shen Feiyun asked: "What?"

"Mother-child Gu of a little gold is here with me," Mo Tingfeng closed the wooden window, "When I see the prince later, he will definitely ask for the antidote, you just need to say that the mother-child Gu is on you. "

"Okay." Shen Feiyun nodded readily.