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As expected!

Yi Lin's words confirmed Xu Fengyu's guess.

A 'cunning scheme' to repay kindness instantly formed in his mind.

The others were confused, not understanding why Xu Fengyu wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Could it be that he had also fallen in love with this beautiful little nun?

For some reason, Wu Qing felt a little annoyed. She frowned and cursed,"lecher".

Fortunately, Xu Fengyu's reply eased her frown.

"Pa!"

Xu Fengyu clapped his hands and bared his teeth, pretending to be surprised." Is this a coincidence?" I have a friend named Dongfang Bai who looks very similar to you. I was wondering why you looked so familiar.”

Yi Lin stared blankly at Xu Fengyu and then said excitedly," Really? You know my sister? Where is she now?"

The little girl asked three questions in a row, and it was obvious that her heart was in turmoil.

"Uh, how should I put it?"

Xu Fengyu rubbed his chin and began to fabricate.

"I'm not too sure where she is now. Besides, she might not be your sister. After all, the world is so big, and there are more than one person named Dongfang Bai.”

" However, I can help you ask her when we meet again. It's just that this matter is too bizarre. I'm afraid she won't believe me. If you have a token or something…"

"Yes!"

The inexperienced little nun instantly took the bait.

For a moment, she forgot about her girlish shyness. She took out a sachet from her bosom, ran over, and stuffed it into Xu Fengyu's hand. She looked up excitedly and said," Sister also has a sachet that looks exactly like this."”

She only reacted when she saw Xu Fengyu nod at her with a dumbfounded expression.

He suddenly let go, and his ears and neck instantly turned red. He turned around and staggered back behind Yi He, covering his face and not daring to see anyone.

"Alright, when I see her, I'll definitely help you confirm this matter.”

Xu Fengyu took the sachet and put it in his pocket.

……

Yilin left.

He was led away by his senior sisters, turning back three times with every step he took.

Before he left, he even dug a hole mercifully, buried Tian Boguang, and recited a Buddhist scripture.

Looking at their disappearing figures, Xu Fengyu's lips curled up slightly.

His fingers rubbed the sachet in his arms, wondering what it could exchange for him.

"What's wrong?"

Wu Qing came up to him and said lightly," Are you moved?”

Xu Fengyu came back to his senses and quickly waved his hand." It's nothing. I was thinking about her sister."”

"Oh?"

Wu Qing stared at him strangely and teased," Do you want to eat all the sisters?”

" No, that's not right…" Xu Fengyu made a slip of the tongue and hurriedly explained," Sister Yayu, please don't misunderstand. I didn't mean 'yes', I meant…"

Young Master Xu, who had always relied on his three-inch-long tongue to fool people, was actually flustered at this moment.

Seeing his silly look, the corners of Wu Qing's mouth curled up slightly. He wanted to laugh but quickly pursed his lips. He turned his wheelchair around and said as he walked," It's none of my business."”

"Um…"

Xu Fengyu was stunned.

He was puzzled. Was this still the Sister Merciless he was familiar with?

Heartless heard no movement behind him and turned around. Seeing that he was in a daze again, he said," What are you waiting for? Let's go."”

"Oh!"

Only then did Xu Fengyu come back to his senses and hurriedly chased after her.

As he held onto the wheelchair, he turned his head and glanced at a corner near the cave. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Hero Linghu? Hehe ~"

Hengshan City.

A long time ago, it was just a small town.

Because of the location of the Balance Mountain Sect, it had developed into the small city it was today.

Now, Liu Zhengfeng of the Mount Heng Sect was going to hold a 'washing his hands in the golden basin' gathering, making this small city that originally had not many people become extraordinarily lively.

In fact, there were not many people who were actually invited. Most of them were just here to join in the fun.

Why did storytellers always love to talk about the martial world?

Wasn't it because there was a lot of gossip in Jianghu?

There was no yamen in Hengshan City, so they could only stay in an inn.

In the inn.

There were noisy Jianghu people everywhere.

Heartless did not like crowds, so he did not come out after entering the room.

Xu Fengyu, on the other hand, was the exact opposite of her. He liked this kind of lively atmosphere.

With so many people talking, they could always hear something interesting.

In fact.

After sitting for a while, Xu Fengyu felt uneasy.

He realized that he had misunderstood this comprehensive martial arts world. From these people, he had heard many unsettling changes.

He heard Abbess Miejue, Song Qingshu, Elder Lu…

These people were all in the Liu Residence at the moment.

"How annoying. I hope nothing unexpected happens.”

Xu Fengyu muttered softly.

Three days later.

'Washing Hands in the Golden Basin'.

Since early morning, there had been an endless stream of people at the entrance of the Liu Residence.

Xu Fengyu took two 'borrowed' invitations and snuck in with Ruthless.

The group of constables were arranged around the periphery.

As the Junior Brother of the Sect Leader of the Mount Heng Sect, Liu Zhengfeng's mansion was naturally grand and imposing. Even so, it was still a little crowded today.

The courtyard was bustling with noise. Most of them were unknown nobodies in the martial world, and those who were truly famous had long been invited to sit on the stage.

Xu Fengyu pushed Wu Qing to a corner near the wall.

The view here was wide and wouldn't attract attention.

On the stage.

The location of the Eternal Mountain Sect.

Nun Dingyi was chatting with a middle-aged nun.

The nuns behind him also lowered their heads and whispered to each other. Only Yi Lin kept glancing at the audience, looking a little absent-minded.

Suddenly.

Her gaze fell on a certain corner.

Over there, Xu Fengyu was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking around lazily.

Yi Lin quickly waved at him.

"Young Master Xu!"

Unfortunately, her voice was low to begin with. Coupled with the fact that her tone was weak and the courtyard was too noisy, not to mention Xu Fengyu who was far away, not many people on the stage could hear her.

However, the people of the Eternal Mountain Sect beside her heard it clearly.

Young Master Xu?

Abbess Dingyi, who was communicating with someone, frowned.

He felt that his little nun was too rude. How could she call a man in public?

His face immediately darkened. He turned his head and asked," Yilin, what Young Master Xu?”

"Master, I…"

Yi Lin's mouth was clumsy and she stumbled for a moment.

Fortunately, Yi He helped her out in time.

"Master, Young Master Xu is Lord Xu of Six Fan School who saved Yi Lin that day.”

"So it's him."

Ding Yi finally understood.

Thinking of what happened that day, she still felt a chill run down her spine.

He couldn't help but feel grateful towards Xu Fengyu.

At this moment, she wanted to invite the two of them up to thank them, but she was also a guest from afar, so she couldn't steal the show.

He could only decide.

He would thank Xu Fengyu after the meeting ended.

The middle-aged nun sat next to Ding Yi. After listening to their conversation, she frowned and said," People from Six Fan School? What were they doing here at this juncture?”

"I'm not sure."

Ding Yi shook his head, but a bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

He said worriedly," Senior Sister Miejue, do you think there will be any changes to Senior Brother Liu's matter?”

"It's hard to say."

The middle-aged nun was Abbess Miejue of Emei.

She had always hated the Demonic Sect. She had heard that Liu Zhengfeng had befriended Qu Yang, so she did not have a good impression of him.

In her opinion, how could a person who made friends with a devil sect thief be a good person?

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