Shi Ruolin looked at the young man in front of her and finally became interested for the first time. In fact, her interest in the Taiping Palace was not exactly what Ding Yi said, but she just learned from Liu Feng yesterday that Project No. 1 was lacking research subjects recently. The last time they teamed up with the Flesh and Blood Temple, they wanted to arrest some worshipers from the Yin and Yang Palace, but unexpectedly, an elder from the Wanxiang Sect named Li Baozheng ruined the good thing. Shi Ruolin didn't expect that things would turn around so quickly. "I'm beginning to be interested in your proposal. Tell me, what are you going to do?" Shi Ruolin asked. "It's very simple. Just wait on the road and kill the people in Taiping Palace directly." Ding Yi gave a harmless smile. "Are you going to take action directly?" Shi Ruolin was stunned.
"why not?" Ding Yi asked rhetorically. Shi Ruolin thought for a moment and then said: "The Taiping Palace is the overlord of Yizhou. If what you say is true, I need to contact the branch of the Chaos God Sect in Yizhou. After all, we don't know much about the Taiping Palace." "In addition, I also need to prepare to make the scene look like it was done by someone from Yin Yang Palace, but not too obvious." "At the same time, the Yin Yang Palace side must also find ways to interfere with their judgment and make them think that Baiyun Temple did it." When Ding Yi heard this, he nodded secretly. As expected of the cunning leader of the Chaos God Cult, his first reaction after hearing this was to frame him up on both sides. As a result, it is really possible to cause chaos in several states. As for the extent of the chaos, it depends on the specific operations of the Luan Shen Sect. "How should I inform you of the news?" Ding Yi suddenly remembered something and then asked. "If you have news, go to the gambling house in the Eighth Square District. After betting three times on the first table, someone will come to meet you." "You remember clearly the secret code for the meeting, Tianfeng Liujia, whose family the flowers will fall on." "Tianfeng Liujia, whose family will the flowers fall on? I remember it." Ding Yi repeated it and nodded. Seeing this, Shi Ruolin picked up the tea in front of her and poured it into her cup. Ding Yi looked at the battle and knew that Shi Ruolin was seeing off guests. He bowed his hands to Shi Ruolin, turned around and walked outside. After going out, Ding Yi found that Nangong Tian was still waiting anxiously outside. "Senior brother, thank you very much."
Ding Yi looked at Nangong Tian, immediately raised his hands and smiled. "Ah, junior brother, I wish I could help you." Nangong Tian waved his hand, looking calm and calm. "By the way, senior brother, how do you know the helmsman?" Ding Yi asked a little strangely. "The helmsman and I are close friends, you don't understand." Nangongtian shook his head. "I see." Ding Yi smiled and nodded at Nangong Tian, and then left here. While Nangongtian was still thinking about something while watching Ding Yi's leaving figure, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the side room: "Tianlang, come in when your junior brother leaves." Nangong Tian trembled when he heard the voice, and the painful look on his face flashed across his face, but he soon returned to his smile, and then walked into the wing behind him with square steps, and closed it behind him. door. Ding Yi, who left the shop, returned directly to his courtyard. After returning to the house, he began to take out a pen and paper and began to write quickly. After a while, a coded letter was written. Ding Yi blew on the letter paper, waited for the ink to dry, then rolled it up and put it into a thin bamboo tube. Bringing the thin bamboo tube to the courtyard, Ding Yi took out his whistle and blew it into the sky, then waited quietly. After a while, a black shadow appeared in the sky. The black shadow descended extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it was less than a hundred meters above the small courtyard. In the blink of an eye, it landed on the stone table in the courtyard. Ding Yi looked at the demon falcon on the stone table, then stepped forward, tied the bamboo tube to his feet, and then made a gesture to it. The demon falcon looked at Ding Yi's gesture and immediately understood. Then it flapped its wings and flew into the sky. After a few breaths, it disappeared again. "Sun Qiao'er, don't let me down." Ding Yi looked at the demon falcon with only a black spot on its head and murmured. One day later, Yin Yang Palace. Sun Qiaoer was sitting in a small courtyard halfway up the mountain, looking ahead blankly, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from above. Sun Qiaoer looked up, and his face suddenly regained some expression. A dark demon falcon landed next to Sun Qiaoer, and then rubbed her arm affectionately. Sun Qiaoer touched the Demon Falcon's head, and then took the letter from its feet. After taking a look at the contents of the letter, Sun Qiaoer got up and went back to the house, and then found "A Brief History of Daliang" from the shelf in the bedroom.
This was the first time Ding Yi wrote to her, and it was this letter that opened up the knot in Sun Qiaoer's depressed heart these days. Like the light shining into the darkness, she felt the long-lost care. After a cup of tea, Sun Qiaoer translated the contents of the letter and was a little surprised. Master, what are you going to do? Sun Qiaoer didn't know what Ding Yi was thinking, but after thinking about it for a while, she already had a calculation in her mind. At that moment, Sun Qiaoer hurriedly walked out of the yard and headed towards the mountain. At this moment, there is snow everywhere on Zuowang Peak. Sun Qiaoer walked barefoot on the bluestone slabs in the mountains, with brisk steps, her figure swept past the tea pines on both sides, and walked all the way to the top of the mountain. Soon, Sun Qiaoer arrived at the Xuanguang Hall on the top of the peak. This Xuanguang Hall is the dojo of her master Qiu Dishui. As soon as Sun Qiaoer walked out of the hall, a woman came over. It was the person who teased Sun Qiaoer in the hot spring mountain that day. "Sister Qiaoer, how do you have time to come to the master's dojo?" Zhu Ci looked at Sun Qiaoer's tempting face, a trace of disdain flashed in his heart, but he said with a smile on his face. "I'm here to find my master." Sun Qiaoer didn't want to get entangled with Zhu Ci, so she wanted to go into the hall. "Oh, sister Qiaoer, my master is practicing, it's not convenient." Zhu Ci flashed in front of Sun Qiaoer, and then said with a smile. "Junior Sister Zhu, don't think that you can do whatever you want here just because you are the son of an elder of the Yangji Palace." Sun Qiaoer said coldly, her eyes were sharp and cold. Zhu Ci was frightened by Sun Qiaoer's gaze, and immediately smiled and stepped aside. Seeing this, Sun Qiaoer strode into the hall. Zhu Ci looked at Sun Qiaoer's back and sneered, "You still think you are a princess! Wait until you marry that old bald man, and see if you can still be so arrogant!" Sun Qiaoer entered the hall and came to a small garden behind the hall, where she met her master Qiu Dishui. At this moment, Qiu Dishui was sitting cross-legged in a stream with her eyes slightly closed. Yes, in this garden, there is a stream flowing, the stream water is clear, and you can even see some small fish in it. Although Qiu Dishui was sitting cross-legged in the stream, her clothes were strangely not stained by the water and remained dry. Qiu Dishui seemed to have noticed Sun Qiaoer's arrival. "What's the matter?" Qiu Dishui did not speak, but a cold voice instantly reached Sun Qiaoer's ears.