The first volume thirty-third chapter is talking about you

  Ling Yi nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the people in the room, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, but he didn't say a word. However, I could see that almost everyone seemed to agree with Fei Qingyun's statement.

  Ling Yi finally spoke up: "Then how did the enemy know our route?"

  Fei Qingyun lowered his head slightly and said calmly: "I don't know about that."

  Ling Yi raised an eyebrow, "Oh, then Wu Zong, you tell me."

  Wu Zong smiled and nodded, then continued: "At first, I didn't know that I would be participating in this delivery. But the day before we set out, the castle owner secretly informed me to prepare for the next day's delivery and told me the route we would take. At the time, I didn't understand what was going on, so I just made preparations according to the castle owner's requirements. The castle owner then told me not to prepare anything special, but just to continue drinking and having fun with everyone as usual."

  I immediately recalled the scene of the first night I went to Guwu Courtyard, they were indeed drinking and having fun together, and that was when I got to know them, but what does this have to do with delivering goods?

  Wu Zong continued: "At first, I didn't understand the intention, and just followed the orders of the castle owner, continuing to hold gatherings every night until we returned this time. It wasn't until then that I realized what was going on. It turned out that the castle owner had told me a fake delivery route at the time, not the real one, so that I would know about it in advance and leak the information to the traitors, leading them onto this path where the castle owner would be waiting."

  "Haven't you ever told anyone?" Wei Ze asked hastily again.

  I looked at him and was speechless, then I looked at the expressions of everyone present, and I estimate that most people have the same idea as me. With such an obvious hint, can't he understand? Looking at Fei Qingyun again, he stood aside, still with a calm and composed expression, it's really admirable how he can keep his cool.

  "This has never been mentioned to anyone before." Wu Zong emphasized once again.

  "Does Qingyun still want to say something?" Ling Yi put down the teacup in his hand, without even raising an eyebrow.

  "So you're the traitor!" Wei Zuo finally came back to his senses. He turned around and angrily scolded Fei Qingyun.

  "Clang, clang" - immediately someone stood up and drew their sword. The atmosphere in the conference hall suddenly became tense.

  "Green Cloud indeed has nothing to say. I wonder what the castle owner means by these words?" Fei Qingyun completely ignored Wei Zuo and the reactions of those around him, still smiling warmly at Ling Yi.

  "Oh?" Ling Yi's expression was calm and unruffled. He raised his eyes slightly to look at him.

  Wu Zong's smiling face suddenly turned serious. His eyes, which had been narrowed to a slit, suddenly shone brightly. He said sternly: "I'm talking about you. In our Furuo Fortress, apart from 'Mind Reader' Fei Qingyun, who else can see what others are thinking in their hearts?"

  "Is that so?" Fei Qingyun raised an eyebrow in response. "I'm quite good at reading minds, but what proof do you have that I was the one who leaked the information? Moreover, even if I did read Wu's thoughts, how could I have notified the people of Red Eagle Fortress to prepare ahead of time when we left the next day?" He finished speaking and turned his back on Wu Zong, completely disregarding his rebuke.

  It's almost a foregone conclusion, and yet he can still talk so calmly; his mental quality is really good! I was secretly admiring Fei Qingyun's composure on one hand, while worrying about him on the other. Under the gaze of the many masters in Furong Fortress, could he really escape with just a few words? Over the past few days, I've gotten along quite well with Fei Qingyun, and I absolutely don't want to see him meet a bloody end. Originally, this vendetta was between them, but for me, this courteous and polite Fei Qingyun has won my heart more than Ling Yi.

  "It's impossible for you to do it alone, but with him here, sending out the message would be easy." Ling Yi remained sitting calmly, standing out as being completely out of place among a group of tense and agitated people.

  "Bring him up." Ling Yi said lightly, his voice was not loud, but steady and powerful.

  As soon as the words fell, a black-clad swordsman outside the hall brought someone in, and it was said that he was "brought" in, rather than led in, because the person was not walking in on his own. His head hung limply to one side, his knees almost touching the ground, his calves dragging on the floor, and his hands were held up by the black-clad swordsman on either side. The people surrounding him automatically parted to make way, and when they reached the center of the hall, the black-clad swordsman on the left lifted his face with one hand, facing the crowd.

  I furrowed my brow, and that person didn't seem to have any injuries anywhere on his body. His face, which he lifted up, had bright eyes that shone with disdain, directly staring at Ling Yi. As I walked closer, I only then saw that both of his legs should have been broken, so he couldn't help but be carried like this.

  "This person you should know, right?"

  "I don't know." Fei Qingyun flatly denied, his expression unchanged, but I noticed he no longer referred to himself as "inferior", clearly the defensive lines in his heart had begun to waver.

  "He knows you." Ling Yi gave a hint to the black-clad warrior.

  The black-clothed warrior immediately nodded in understanding, then took out a small bottle from his bosom and waved it in front of the person's nose.

  What is this thing, I thought of the bottle of 'Ice Muscle Dew' in my arms and immediately stared at that person with wide eyes.

  He saw that person frown, the expression on his face began to change, and his eyes gradually became dizzy. Before long, he entered a state of infatuation.

  "Who are you?" Ling Yi asked coldly.

  "I... I am Akatsuki Village... Sei Fūin... one of them." The man replied as if he had been hypnotized.

  "What's your name?" Ling Yi continued to ask.

  "...the wind blows..."

  "What brings you to Furong Fortress?"

  "I'll go along with it... ah..."

  A shrill cry pierced the air, and before my eyes, a cold, gleaming sword flashed into existence in Fei Qingyun's hand. The tip of the sword, which emitted a faint blue light, was still quivering slightly. The sword itself was slender and shorter than an ordinary treasured sword by about one foot. The words "soft sword" immediately sprang to mind. Looking again at the person lying on the ground, I saw a very fine sword mark on their neck, with blood slowly seeping out from one side.

  Murder to silence? I felt a chill run down my spine. Fei Qingyun's ruthless and decisive actions were in stark contrast to his usual calm and gentle demeanor, causing me to reevaluate this person. Just then, the sound of intense metal clashing echoed through the air, and I hastily looked outside to see Fei Qingyun wielding a soft sword with swift and deadly precision. Two people had already fallen before him, while most others in the hall hadn't even managed to draw their weapons, allowing Fei Qingyun to seize the initiative and charge from the center of the hall to the entrance.

  Then people who reacted afterwards pulled out their personal weapons, and as more and more people rushed forward, the hall fell into chaos.

  "Halt!" Ling Yi shouted in a cold voice.

  The sound of fighting stopped miraculously under his not-so-loud shout, Fei Qingyun held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, retreating cautiously, and the crowd in front of him was at a standoff.

  "Does Lingbao Zhu still want to chat with Fei Mou again?" Fei Qingyun sneered to himself.

  Ling Yi had already stood up, standing coldly and motionlessly, exuding an aura that looked down on everything. His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he said in a cold voice, "If it were a different setting, I would have liked to have a good chat with the young master."

  I was stunned, what Young Master Zuo? Could it be that this Fei Qingyun is the Young Master of Red Eagle Manor? I stared at Fei Qingyun's back in shock, countless thoughts flashing through my mind.

  "Lingbao master is indeed a good trick, since he has already forced everything out of my hands, he still makes such a show." Fei Qingyun coldly ridiculed.

  Ling Yi completely ignored his sarcasm and said indifferently, "If Young Master Zuo doesn't want to die on the spot, it's better for him to continue being a guest at Furuong Fortress with an easy mind."

  Fei Qingyun heard this and lost his smile: "Does Lord Lingbao really think he can keep me, Fei?"

  Before his words had fallen, he flipped his wrist and a soft sword darted forward, slantingly stabbing at the person closest to him. That person swung their knife to block it, but was always one step late. A muffled hum, and a blood mark appeared on their chest, stumbling backward in retreat.

  What a formidable swordsmanship! Before I could even react, the intense battle had already begun outside. My heart tightened as I thought to myself that no matter how skilled he was, he was still just one person, how could he possibly take on this group of experts? Wasn't it inevitable that he would be captured or killed today? A surge of sympathy for the underdog welled up in my heart, and I stared intently at the scene outside, my palms growing sweaty with tension.

  It was hard to see that the usually gentle and elegant Fei Qingyun was so fierce. He fully utilized his flexible left and right thrusts, only attacking those who were close to him. His moves were agile and made up for the shortcomings of his soft sword being shorter. He eliminated the need for complicated hacking and slashing, while his sword flowers protected his body, every move directly hitting the vital points of his opponents. In no time at all, five or six people who had surrounded him fell to the ground.

  I glanced at Ling Yi, he was still standing there coldly, watching the fight on the stage, without any sign of joining in. Well done, Ling Yi, it seems that today is a must-win for him.

  I gritted my teeth and focused all my attention on Fei Qingyun. As more people joined the circle, Fei Qingyun was surrounded by a dense crowd, with no gaps in between. The surrounding circle gradually shrunk, making it impossible for latecomers to squeeze into the front line. However, there were always seven or eight people at the forefront, attacking him relentlessly.

  Fei Qingyun's body already had two or three bloodstains, his expression slightly tired, but still moving like the wind. Under the siege of seven or eight people, he advanced and retreated with ease. The soft sword in his hand flashed with a faint gleam, its blade reaching everywhere, and someone always ended up getting hurt.

  Three more people were injured on the ground, and a loud shout was heard. Wu Zongshuo's large body flew into the air, directly entering the innermost circle, and the few people who surrounded Fei Qingyun suddenly gained great strength, killing Fei Qingyun without even giving him time to catch his breath.

  Fei Qingyun had apparently exhausted a lot of energy, and with one stumble, he was hit on the shoulder by a soft stick. As his momentum didn't stop, the space for him to move around became even smaller, and soon his back was already against the screen in front of me.

  Fei Qingyun leaned back against the screen, changing his previous strong and forceful attacking style. His swordsmanship became precise and delicate, tightly defending the last gap.

  He was already covered in blood, and the people surrounding him were taking turns attacking him with increasingly ruthless and overbearing moves, leaving no room for survival.

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  Today's chapter seems to have more words than usual, hehe, so I'll shamelessly ask everyone to collect and recommend it! Thank you thank you!

  Also recommended by my friend's book

  "Qian Jin Fei Qian Jin" Author: Fu Yu Fang Fei Book number: 1157201 (The number of words is more than double the previous one, haha, can be slaughtered first)

  Introduction:

  "Dad often says: 'The bird that sticks its head out gets shot, people should learn to keep a low profile!'"

  Alright, so as not to become a laughing stock in other people's mouths, she decided to endure it silently.

  A group of demons came to the door to provoke him, enduring humiliation and anger.

  The dark and sinister ways of the Jianghu's evil Taoist...

  Uh, everything can be tolerated except for those flower boys coming to snatch away her handsome and beautiful man.

  Three schools of thought and nine streams, side doors and left paths, all brought up, using tricks and tactics, playing small mind games won't intimidate them!

  Hehe, even a precious thing can be worthless at times.