Black Robbery

"Master Gu, Elder He is really busy, the number of elders is still short of one, please hurry up and share the burden with her." Di Shui said.

"It's better not to abuse the lack." Jing Ruohan said, glanced at He Youzhi, and said to Di Shui, "You care about her, why don't you help her?"

"I'm... very busy too!" Di Shui retorted.

"Yes, you are too busy, busy playing with this stinky chess all day." Jing Ruohan said.

"My subordinates patrol and defend day and night, and they never slack off!" Di Shui said, "Aren't you still training a bunch of useless people?"

Jing Ruohan smiled, "Why don't you mention the messy and sporadic things that violated the rules of the inner and outer sects under my command?"

Rather than everyone being busy, he would rather that the disciples he trained would never be useful, that the valley would live in peace, and that the people down the mountain would live and work in peace and contentment, which is very good.

"Master Gu, look at him!" Di Shui couldn't beat him, couldn't talk, and only asked for foreign help.

"Master Gu." He Youzhi suggested softly, "I think there is a lack of a teacher in the valley to teach the idlers the etiquette of dealing with others and dealing with others, so as to save them from quarreling all day long and make people's brain hurt."

The two fell silent.

Feng Twelve had no choice but to make a good meeting room for gatherings. At the beginning, it was still a serious discussion. After getting familiar with it, after the meeting time passed, it became a public place for chatting and entertaining.

"Master Gu, is it big or simple?" He Youzhi closed the account book, heaving a sigh of relief, with a tired look on his face.

"what ever……"

"Okay, let's do it. I will start to arrange it tomorrow, and it is expected to be completed within seven days." He Youzhi looked at Feng Twelve and nodded when she saw her.

"Master Gu, I found something interesting at the foot of the mountain." Di Shuishen said mysteriously.

"Go down the mountain privately, and the Discipline Hall will get ten sticks." Jing Ruohan said quietly.

"Shut up." Di Shui glared at him, "I'm on patrol here and there."

"Look at it." Di Shui handed Feng Twelve a small book, one of which contained the image of Shigu Guzhu, three parts similar, seven parts fox-like.

"The version has been changed." Feng Twelve closed the booklet after reading it.

Speaking of which, this is not the first time she has encountered this booklet.

Two years after the succession of Gu Master, Hong Changfei slowly shifted power, visiting from time to time to investigate the situation of the inner sect.

Handing over such a booklet at a time, gloating.

Feng Twelve opened it, and what she was looking at was a pair of exaggerated inverted triangular eyes, a dense beard on his face, a thick and thick body, and a fierce look.

"The owner of Shigu Valley, Feng Mingyue, used the body of a middle-aged man to bring back to life, killed countless people, and was ruthless..."

"Hahaha, you should rectify your reputation." Hong Changfei suggested after laughing for a while.

He looked at Feng Twelve's appearance of being struck by lightning, and found it very interesting.

It's really worth it!

Feng Twelve didn't care how the well-fed and supportive people at the bottom of the mountain made fun of her, but Feng Chen had been worried for a long time, and finally made up his mind, and spent all his time trying to torment Xin Guzhu.

"It's gaudy." Feng Twelve looked in the mirror, feeling uncomfortable with his clothes.

If she is, she should like it.

"Just this time." Fengchen looked left and right, always feeling something was wrong, "The eyes... well, it's because the clothes don't match."

As a result, Feng Twelve's eyes were half covered with a thin white gauze, making it even more hazy.

In the first year after the reform, the disciples of the outer sects entered the examination. At the time when the layoffs of various sects were turbulent, the owner of the valley personally attended the field, dressed up, flew to the middle of the mountain with red silk to break branches, and gathered internal strength to condense flowers and strike the drums of all directions.

The internal strength is strong, it is no worse than the wind in the past few years, and the sound of commotion in all directions is suddenly silent;

Taking advantage of this announcement, the entrance examination begins.

However, this is the season when the flowers of a season are withering, and the Lingnan area has a somewhat indescribable and inexhaustible tenderness.

What's more, the lingering sound of the drums is melodious, and the petals flutter when the internal force dissipates. Between the green water and the green mountains, the scenery is beautiful and people are beautiful. Thousands of people look up, amazed for a while, and become a good talk.

It's just... the good times don't last long.

"The owner of the Feng family, who has returned from the dead, has a youthful face, a delicate and beautiful body, a pair of charming eyes, bewitching people's minds, sucking popularity, and killing people like hemp..."

In addition, there are also a bunch of short stories about Feng Twelve killing people and bewildering people, which are really true.

Fengchen took it over and glanced at it, then frowned, "It's really endless, why don't you arrest the storyteller and draw the picture and interrogate them one by one."

Overstepped...

Jing Ruohan glanced at Feng Chen, took a sip of tea, and swallowed his words.

Fengchen's status in Shigu is very special. The former owner of the valley is known as the elder of the inner sect to the outside world.

Now he is in charge of the intelligence department and performs the duties of an elder, but he refuses to officially become an elder.

"If you're going to interrogate, you'll just make a big deal out of it." He Youzhi took a look and couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "They use it to make money, and the people live and work in peace and contentment at the foot of Shigu, just for fun, not for nothing. People really believe that."

"That's right, it's not a big deal. I brought it up for Yile's sake. No one believes this thing down the mountain. At most, I take it out at night to scare people who won't sleep well...Jing Ruohan—" Di Shui said with a smile.

"It's really bold to make fun of Gu Master." Jing Ruohan rolled his eyes at him.

"Master Gu must be reluctant to punish me, right?" Di Shui leaned in front of Feng Twelve, and was pushed and pulled aside by Feng Chen and Jing Ruohan.

"What are you two doing? I hate it!" Di Shui waved his sleeves and shook his head.

"Just like you, why did your fiancée fall in love with you back then!" Jing Ruohan couldn't bear it anymore.

"It's none of your business if she likes me..." Di Shui pushed Jing Ruohan, but seeing that he didn't push him, he ignored him;

"The end of the year is approaching, and there have been unruly people taking advantage of this to cause trouble in the past years, and patrols should be strengthened. However, disciples are more or less slack, so they can be dealt with specially." Feng Twelve said.

"Then..." Di Shui rubbed his wrist, "Breaking the normal situation, increase the number of people dispatched, strive for only one shift per shift, reduce time and improve quality?"

Feng Twelve nodded.

After a few seconds of seriousness, Di Shui pinched Jing Ruohan's waist, "Xiao Hanzi, do you want... some idle time?"

The two of them left the meeting hall together and began to make arrangements.

……

The sky is full of lights, and thousands of families celebrate.

After the banquet, Feng Shier picked up the wine and drank a pot with Liu Feng who had finally squeezed into the inner door after three appointments.

In the last night, the moon and stars are dense, and when the water is dry, everything is silent.

Feng Twelve came to Tanshi, already drunk, and invited Hong Changfei to Yueyao for a drink, suddenly thought about what he had done, and smiled silently.

That guy must be warming up with wine and tents, why does she still want him!

People who don't need to worry about it think about it, but those who should think about it don't dare to think about it.

Maybe a doll carved in powder and jade has been added.

As soon as this thought came out, Feng Twelve felt pain in his heart, so he poured himself another big pot and passed out from drunk.

……

Wake up again, the sun is high.

Feng Twelve had a severe headache, opened his eyes and found himself in the room.

On the cabinet next to the bed was the warm hangover soup, and Fengchen was sitting at the table, reviewing the newly added booklets for her.

Feng Twelve drank the hangover soup, feeling uncomfortable in his mouth from the hot and sour taste, when he put down the bowl, he noticed a candied fruit, immediately put it in his mouth, his expression gradually eased.

"Auntie, there's really nothing to do in the department of intelligence in the past few days. I have to go out for a while to ask you for a leave." Fengchen put down the booklet, came to the bedside, and rubbed her head while saying.

"Why?"

"I have a patient. I left him medicine, but it will be too late if we don't treat him."

"Okay." Feng Twelve closed his eyes comfortably.

"Uh..." Fengchen pursed his lips, "Are you going?"

Why go?

Things are busy in the valley, besides, you didn't take me with you when you went out in the past.

Before the question was out of his mouth, Fengchen added angrily: "The patient is the young master of the Qi family. This time I am going to Qicheng. I am too lonely alone. I want Twelve to accompany me."

"You know quite a lot." Feng Twelve said after being stunned for a while.

"Of course, I can't miss a single iota of things about the intelligence department and Guzhu."

Feng Chen spoke proudly, and the expression on his face revealed that you just want to see her.