Lin Feiyang is articulate and has clear pronunciation, but because of his low emotional intelligence, his sentences are jarring and it is almost impossible to convince others.

He can stir up rebelliousness in others with just two sentences. How can it be possible to be persuaded by him if they are rebellious as well?

"It's because of your magical powers, abbot." Lin Feiyang said proudly: "Even with the blindfold, I guess you have scared him."

Fakong said: "You can't rush this kind of thing. It's just like cooking. You need to simmer it slowly over low heat. It's easy to fry over high heat."

"Simmer over low heat. How long will it take?"

"There's no rush." ​​Fakong shook his head.

Your life span is long. If you don’t rush for a moment, you will easily get caught in the accident if you are too hasty. You will never be able to master anything in the future.

News and martial arts are not the same thing. In practice, you want to be the best in the world now, but news is necessary, but not urgent.

"Okay, then I'll take my time." Lin Feiyang said.

——

A bright moon hangs high.

The clear light spreads all over, illuminating the white frost on the ground.

It is cold in Shenjing at this time, especially after the frost at night. It gets even colder, and it has completely entered winter.

In a courtyard in the south of the city, a middle-aged man was walking with his hands behind his back.

The moonlight shone on his handsome face, and his expression kept changing as he walked, ranging from cloudy to sunny.

After a while, there was a slight knock on the door.

He suddenly stepped forward and opened the courtyard door, and a young man came in. He was thin and had a smile on his face.

"Xiaojie, come in quickly." The handsome middle-aged man pulled him into the yard.

The thin young man smiled and said: "Uncle, there is no need to be so anxious, right? What is going on?"

Under the moonlight, he noticed that his uncle Song Lin's expression was not right, so he suppressed his smile and whispered: "What are your orders, uncle?"

The handsome middle-aged Song Lin said slowly: "Xiaojie, you know Dayong very well, don't you?"

"Yes." Zou Shijie nodded nonchalantly: "After all, I am from Dayong, and I especially know Tianjing better, my hometown."

"Then you go to Tianjing quietly."

"Tianjing? Go to Yuquan Tower?"

"Don't go to Yuquan Tower." Song Lin said in a deep voice, "Go to Prince Chun's Mansion."

Zou Shijie asked in confusion: "Uncle Master, why are you going to Prince Chun's Mansion?... We have nothing to do with Prince Chun's Mansion. If we are, it's from Waigu, so it has nothing to do with us."

"Send a message to Prince Chun's Mansion." Song Lin said slowly: "Just say that Waigu was harmed by Fakong, the abbot of the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple."

Zou Shijie's face changed slightly and he looked at him in surprise.

They all know what Fakong and Lu Chaoyang said, and they also know that Fakong saved the elder Neigu in Yunjing.

Doing this now is obviously repaying kindness with hatred.

Of course, Fakong originally owed them a blood debt, namely Waigu.

Waigu is the plotter of Fa Kong. Even if he is not the mastermind, he is still an accomplice. Without the help of his magical power, others would not be able to find Waigu's location.

But……

Song Lindao: "Do you think we should forget it and stop avenging Waigu?"

"This..." Zou Shijie looked confused.
Chapter completed!