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Although the incident of the Red Flame Gang last night caused panic, the discussion between the three factions continued as usual today.The disciples of Tianquan, Tianshu, and Kaiyang sects were eager to try, but after all, they couldn't play as heartily and concentratingly as the disciples in yesterday's competition. The reason was the same, and it was because of the mystery brought about by the Chiyan Gang.

The Kaiyang faction has already sent disciples to Puzhou day and night to send letters to inform the leader of the Chiyan Sect the ins and outs of this matter.

On the second day, the number of people from the rivers and lakes who came to participate in the attic surrounding the arena was still much less visible to the naked eye. Some knights resigned first for safety, and some knights did the opposite, thinking that there were some from the Beiqi sect. Asylum is safer than returning to one's own sect, and the journey is long, and there are too many unknown variables, so he stays in Beiqi Sect to respond to all changes without change.

An unknown low pressure enveloped the sky above the ring, the air became thinner, and it was difficult to even breathe smoothly.

After Meng Fuyuan found out about Bian Qingyu, he secretly went back to the small bamboo forest, wrote a letter with ink, and hid it in the belly of the bird.Today, strange things happened one after another, Meng Fuyuan didn't dare to slack off, let alone ignore any dangerous factors.Regarding Yan Yuanbai's matter, Meng Fuyuan always had to write a letter to confirm it before he could truly rest assured.

One good thing about the mechanism bird is that it can persist for the whole journey at the limit speed. After half an hour, Shiliu's reply letter came very quickly.

In the content of Meng Fuyuan's communication letter, Shiliu means that Huo Yong did go to Zhuangkou at noon on the day he left Wuwei Villa, and it is not clear whether he saved Shiliu or not. In addition, Huo Yi is in Wuwei Villa at the moment.

Holding the fire folder, Meng Fuyuan lit the red candle on the carved and hollow candlestick, and burned the letter to ashes in the flames. The corner of the letter paper quickly turned black and gray, and then began to curl up inward. Meng Fuyuan stared at the orange heart candle flame, He also thought of Yan Yuanbai's flawless identity.

Maybe I was thinking too much, Meng Fuyuan said silently in his heart.

The letter paper turned into embers and fell on the copper tray. Meng Fuyuan heard the sound of thumping again, as if something was beating on the solid wooden window lattice. Meng Fuyuan opened the window and saw a wooden goshawk in midair outside the window, red The pine wood is light, and the yellow glazed beads embedded in the wood are used as eyeballs. The joints of the claws and wings are replaced by mortise and tenon structures. It is the one that Bian Qingyu used to communicate with himself.

Meng Fuyuan took the goshawk down and placed it in a state of face-to-face with himself, then turned the right eyeball three times with his right hand, and turned the left eyeball twice with his left hand, and a roll of paper rolled into a cylinder fell out from between the goshawk's legs. , Meng Fuyuan opened it and flattened it.

Bian Qingyu's letter was longer than ever before. Meng Fuyuan only glanced at the length of the letter, then frowned. In order to write everything he wanted to say at once, Bian Qingyu's pen was as thin as a mosquito's foot——

"The assassin who assassinated the owner was from Wei Chuge. I guess he did this to test the strength of Wuwei Villa, and he didn't really want to die on the spot as the owner. As for the leak of the owner's whereabouts, I'm still not sure about the fact that the Tianshu Sect Is there any chess piece for Wei Chuge, but the owner of the village must be extremely careful, and must not let down his vigilance. After [-] days, the competition between the three factions will end. If there is no accident, the Kaiyang faction will be the last, and the Tianquan faction will be the first. Once the results are announced, the three factions will compete Now that this is over, the owner can set off to find clues to the "Lingyuan Gongfa" for me."

Meng Fuyuan frowned, thinking to himself: Indeed, that assassination would do a lot of harm but not any benefit, it would scare the snake away.Even if Yan Yuanbai hadn't rescued him that night, he wouldn't have died because of it, at most he would have suffered a little skin trauma.

And yesterday, Wei Chuge exposed his identity as the owner of Wuwei Villa in front of everyone, and almost wrote the words "I have secretly investigated Wuwei Villa" on his face. Wei Chuge did this because he relied on the power of heaven to send martial arts Gao Qiang, even though "the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light", the Tianquan faction is not afraid of forming alliances, and they will fight every move.

Meng Fuyuan is not afraid of the Tianquan faction confronting each other openly, what he is afraid of is that the other party will play tricks, since Wei Chuge disdains to play tricks behind the scenes, then he and Bian Qingyu can relax a bit, and don't need to be worried all the time.

Of course, there is another situation. These are all calculated by Wei Chuge in advance, and they want to show it.

Meng Fuyuan lowered his head and continued to read the letter.

"I also invite Master Meng to go to Zhaoyuan Temple. Based on the praise of Wuwei Villa in Jianghu, we can probably learn some old things about "Lingyuan Gongfa" from the abbot of Zhaoyuan Temple."

"In addition, I have a plan. I can help the owner to distinguish whether there is a traitor around the owner. If there is, is the traitor a shadow guard who followed the owner to Jianzhou, or a shadow guard who stayed in Wuwei Villa? If successful, the owner of the village can greatly narrow the scope of suspicious candidates. It’s just that this strategy requires a long line to catch a big fish, so that the other party is easy to get caught, so the owner does not need to worry. Wei Chuge is currently on the same front as me, and the Kaiyang faction is not yet Before I fall, I won’t do anything unfavorable to Wuwei Villa.”

The following is the content of Bian Qingyu's plan. Meng Fuyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he looked down intently. There were only a few numbers. After reading it, Meng Fuyuan lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, and this plan is indeed feasible.

After reading it, Meng Fuyuan read it silently from the beginning to the end again, making sure that he did not miss Bian Qingyu's meaning, then put Bian Qingyu's letter on the candle, and waited for the black and white letters to be reduced to ashes.

Meng Fuyuan's gaze, which was stagnant on the candle, gradually became empty, and he remembered the prophecies of the Celestials and Humans, "In the year 150 of the Lingyuan era, the demon religion reappeared in the world" and "Meng Fuyuan, a descendant of the Celestials and Humans, died in the battle against demons, and the Celestials and Humans perished."

Now there are demonic sects and sorcery that have brought disasters to the world. The demonic sects mentioned by Tianji should mean that the demonic sects appeared in front of everyone in the form of sects.

Thinking of this, Meng Fuyuan felt uneasy. There were only five years left before the Demon Cult appeared in the world. With the Demon Cult's behavior style, it would probably become more and more rampant. So what will happen in these five years?As long as the Demon Cult is alive, with the centuries-old entanglement between the Demon Cult and the decent, there is no room for change. If the second war against demons can't be dragged on for too long, how many more springs and autumns can I live?

No matter how open-minded Meng Fuyuan was, he still couldn't take matters of life and death lightly.All kinds of causes and effects in the floating life are destined to the end in the future.

Meng Fuyuan closed his eyes, the past was like a rising tide, and the memory went back to a certain old fragment——

In the dim wing room, in front of the octagonal relief window lattice, the young self was sitting on the lap of his father Meng Sihe. On the mahogany table in front of him were divination plates, copper coins, cracked tortoise shells that had been burnt, yellow, white, black, red and blue colored stones. .

Meng Sihe put his arms around Meng Fuyuan when he was a child, and looked at the objects on the table with emotion, "64 hexagrams, 380 four lines, hexagrams have hexagram words, and lines have line words, and the images are connected with words, and the meaning is fully expressed by the images..."

"As much as you can imagine, as much as you can say—"

Meng Fuyuan opened his eyes wide curiously, looking at the densely packed ink lines, cinnabar or ink-colored characters on the round hexagram plate, some of them recognized, some hadn't learned yet, "Daddy, what are you talking about?"

"Divination."

"What is divination?"

"Well——" Meng Sihe thought for a while, and then said, "It's a way to predict the future. You can predict what will happen in the future through divination."

"That's amazing!" Meng Fuyuan said in amazement when he was young, "I want to learn it too!"

"When you are older, I will teach you." Meng Sihe didn't know what he thought of, his eyes suddenly became dark, and he looked at the innocent smile on Meng Fuyuan's face and said slowly, "You are a descendant of the Celestial Race." , has been closely related to divination all his life, and he will never be able to get rid of it."

The little Meng Fuyuan in front of him was still smiling, probably because he didn't understand Meng Sihe's words, and didn't know what the words meant. Seeing this, Meng Sihe couldn't help but look out the window, his eyes were empty, "The Celestial and Human Clan can predict the secrets of heaven through divination." , but everything in this world reincarnates with cause and effect, misfortunes and blessings depend on each other, and there are gains and losses. The price for the celestial beings to be prophets is that they know their own destiny, but they can't escape. They can only wait for the established fate to approach step by step. prophecy."

Little Meng Fuyuan didn't want to listen to Meng Sihe's emotion at all, and pointed to the center of the dial and asked, "Daddy, what is this?"

Meng Sihe withdrew from his emotions, looked at the topknot of Meng Fuyuan's head with loving eyes, and then shifted his gaze to the other's fleshy index finger, "This long line is Yang Yao, and these two short lines Side by side, it is Yin Yao..."