One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

Zhuge Qing sat blankly on the bed, his eyes fixed on the yellowed blueprint beside him.

His mind went blank; he had no idea what had just happened.

What the hell?

What's wrong with Wang Ye?

Zhuge Qing glanced at the blueprints that Wang Ye had put down, and for the first time, he couldn't quite grasp what was going on.

He knew very well how tightly Wang Ye had protected this Eight Extraordinary Techniques, fearing that others might be tainted by even the slightest karma, and his attitude had always been one of resolute refusal to give it to anyone.

Why are you throwing it on your bed like trash now?

Zhuge Qing felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest, making his eardrums buzz.

He stared at the neatly folded piece of paper, his fingers twitching involuntarily.

Ultimately, the desire to explore prevailed over reason.

Zhuge Qing swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he reached out and picked up the flimsy drawing.

Instead of unfolding it directly, he carefully pinched one corner of the drawing, gently turned it open a crack, and glanced at the contents.

Just one glance.

Zhuge Qing's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breath stopped for a moment.

The intricate patterns and mysterious runes revealed in that corner instantly challenged his understanding of divination over the years.

it is true.

This is the legendary Feng Hou Qi Men.

They completely overwhelmed the Eight Extraordinary Skills passed down through the Wuhou School for a thousand years!

Zhuge Qing flicked his wrist and quickly closed that corner again, as if he were holding a red-hot branding iron.

He was panting heavily, his breathing as rapid as if he had just finished a marathon.

Zhuge Qing threw the blueprints back on the table and retreated back onto the bed as if electrocuted, his back pressed tightly against the cold wall.

Fine beads of sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto his collar.

It's true, Wang Ye actually gave him the Feng Hou Qi Men.

What exactly is Old Wang doing?

How could I have handed it over to him so carelessly?

Zhuge Qing covered his face with his hands, his mind a jumble of thoughts, various ideas surging around like wild horses.

Damn it, we weren't prepared at all.

What should I do?

Do you want to see it?

Once this paper is fully unfolded, the secret that has troubled him for so long and tormented him day and night will be revealed to the world.

But what happens after you see it?

Does it mean that Wuhou Qimen is inferior to the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?

Do I really have to give up the pride that the Zhuge family has inherited for thousands of years and start practicing someone else's methods?

Zhuge Qing hesitated, and the inner struggle caused him great pain.

After a long while, he took a deep breath of the cold mountain air, then simply sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to force himself to meditate.

He must calm his mind, otherwise he will be devoured by this obsession sooner or later.

Meanwhile, outside the wooden house.

Wang Ye hadn't gone far; he leaned against a wooden pillar in the corridor, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

A small-scale Feng Hou Qi Men formation silently unfolded beneath his feet, taking in all the flow of energy within the room.

When Wang Ye realized that Zhuge Qing had only glanced at a corner of the drawing before quickly closing it and returning to bed to meditate, his heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach.

Thank goodness it wasn't opened.

However, Zhuge Qing's current disordered state of mind still worried him somewhat.

Wang stood outside the door for a long time before finally sighing and putting away the Qimen Dunjia divination board.

He chose to believe in Zhuge Qing's pride, and also in Lin Mo's seemingly absurd yet insightful idea.

As night fell, Biyou Village was shrouded in a thin mist.

Lin Mo and Lu Linglong sat in the newly built wooden house, rubbing their somewhat shrunken bellies.

"I'm hungry." Lin Mo turned to look at Lu Linglong.

Lu Linglong nodded in agreement, rubbing her stomach as she said, "I'm hungry too. There isn't even a small shop in this village."

Lin Mo stood up, patted the wrinkles off his clothes, opened the door, and went out.

He arrived at Ma Xianhong's courtyard with practiced ease, pushed open the door, and saw Ma Xianhong sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, lost in thought.

The once arrogant village chief of Biyou Village now looked like a defeated rooster, exuding a sense of dejection.

"Village Chief Ma, are you busy?" Lin Mo walked over and knocked on the stone table.

Ma Xianhong looked up and saw that it was Lin Mo. His lips twitched involuntarily.

"What advice do you have for me, Mr. Lin?" Ma Xianhong asked impatiently.

"Linglong and I are hungry, let's find someone to get us something to eat," Lin Mo said matter-of-factly.

"We're paying; we're not going to eat your food for free."

Ma Xianhong was speechless for a moment, feeling a tightness in his chest.

This guy really treats Biyou Village like a rural resort, and treats the village chief like a servant.

But when he thought of Lin Mo's terrifying methods during the day, Ma Xianhong swallowed back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

He stood up and walked towards the village kitchen.

In the kitchen, Fu Rong was tidying up the knives when she saw Ma Xianhong come in. Just as she was about to greet him, she heard Ma Xianhong give her instructions.

"Make a nice dinner for Mr. Lin and Miss Lu, something substantial," Ma Xianhong said listlessly.

Upon hearing this, Fu Rong didn't ask any questions and immediately picked up a kitchen knife to start chopping vegetables.

She dared not utter another word.

During the day at the village entrance, the fake Maoshan Zhao Guizhen was reduced to just a head and a section of spine by Lin Mo, and he was still screaming in agony on the grass like a lamb spine.

The piercing scream sent chills down the spines of everyone in the village.

Who would dare to provoke Lin Mo at this time?

Did I offend this great demon?

In less than half an hour, Fu Rong brought several plates of delicious-looking stir-fries to Lin Mo's wooden house.

"Mr. Lin, Ms. Lu, please enjoy your meal." Fu Rong put down the plate and left as if fleeing.

Lin Mo and Lu Linglong picked up their chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

It must be said that Fu Rong's cooking skills are indeed excellent, and the two of them were very satisfied with their meal.

After eating and drinking their fill, Lin Mo took Lu Linglong's hand and slowly walked out of the wooden house to stroll around the village to digest their food.

Ma Xianhong stood not far away, watching the young couple who seemed to be on vacation. He felt a surge of frustration, yet there was nothing he could do.

Just then, Ma Xianhong's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone, turned on the screen, and saw that it was a message from his sister, Qu Tong.

Go and bring Mei Jinfeng here.

Ma Xianhong frowned slightly as he read the brief message.

Mei Jinfeng was a senior member of the Quanxing sect. She had lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years and had never been involved in worldly affairs.

Why did her sister grab her?

Ma Xianhong tapped his fingers on the screen and sent a message back.

Why arrest her?

Not long after, Qu Tong's reply came, consisting of only a few cold words.

Just do it.

Ma Xianhong sighed and put away his phone.

Although he had his doubts, he always obeyed his sister's every word.

He turned around and called Qiu Rang, Zhong Xiaolong, and Ding Zihuan into the courtyard.

Qiu Rang was stunned by Lin Mo's gaze during the day, and his face was still a little pale, but his movements were not greatly affected.

"Village chief, what are your orders?" Qiu Rang asked.

Ma Xianhong looked at the three men in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Take a few men and go arrest someone."

"The target is Mei Jinfeng, a veteran of the Quanxing sect."

Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances but did not ask any further questions.

"Understood, we'll set off now." Zhong Xiaolong nodded in agreement.

As Ma Xianhong watched them leave, he felt a strange emptiness in his heart.

Originally, Chen Duo was the first person he thought of for this kind of task.

Since Chen Duo had just arrived, having her perform tasks was considered a way of serving the village.

In addition, Chen Duo is also very capable, and she specializes in handling dirty work for the company, so she is skilled at it.

But the words Chen Duo had said during the day kept replaying in my mind.

"I never asked for asylum; I only came because I had nowhere else to go."

These words were like a knife, stabbing Ma Xianhong deeply.

It turns out that everything I did was nothing more than wishful thinking and self-indulgence.

Ma Xianhong gave a wry smile, shook his head, and crossed Chen Duo's name off the list for this mission.

Meanwhile, the night was deep.

The city of Liupanshui is dozens of miles away from Biyou Village.

On the neon-lit street, several figures converged from different directions.

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