Chapter 980: MVP of this match: Hand, Rong Zhai's essay only has five strokes
He said he would copy a song on the spot, but in the end Mo Cheng still couldn't copy it.
The reason was very simple. While they were chatting, they had already arrived near Heyang City.
The two could clearly see that the guards at the gate of Heyang City had been replaced by soldiers from the Ten Directions Demon Bandits.
"What should we do next? Fight our way in, or sneak in and find Gui Yimouduan's location?"
Mo Cheng has a lot of experience with the current situation. In a city with tight defenses, he needs to find relevant targets for assassination.
He does too much of this kind of work.
Most of the time, they would just grab a weapon, rush in through the city gate, and kill anyone who stood in their way, until they reached their target and killed the enemy.
Of course, there are times when rushing in and killing everyone is not convenient, and you can also sneak in and kill the target silently.
After all, he has the identity of a master assassin. Although Mo Cheng doesn't use stealth assassinations very often, it's only because he prefers to rush into the streets and kill all defensive forces.
Mo Cheng has not fallen behind in any of the Shadow Sect's assassination skills, otherwise he would not have been given the title of Master Assassin.
"Sneak in first. I have to find the room with the highest authority first."
Since we want to sneak into Heyang City, we have to change our appearance and disguise ourselves.
Mo Cheng was certain that his and Ling Ying's appearance should rank among the top faces in the memories of the soldiers of [Ten Directions Demon Bandits].
It is even possible that every soldier patrolling the city would carry a portrait.
The two of them found a secluded place to disguise themselves. Needless to say, Mo Cheng's [72 Transformations] was so powerful that even the gods in heaven would find it difficult to detect his true identity with a magic mirror.
I saw ripples appearing around Mo Cheng's body, and he turned into a lay Buddhist wearing a cassock. A faint Buddha light appeared behind his head, but it was actually a disguise of the holy light.
With such an appearance, even if someone familiar came, there would be no way to recognize that this lay Buddhist with extremely high attainments in Zen is Mo Cheng.
At this time, Ling Ying also disguised herself and walked out slowly. She had long blue hair that was tied into a ponytail behind her head and hung down naturally. She also had two black and red horns on her head, like a transformed demon, or a practitioner of demon body skills.
As if sensing Mo Cheng's puzzled gaze, Ling Ying explained softly, "Most of the troops under the command of the Ten Directions Demon Bandits practice demonic body techniques, and those soldiers who have established families and built careers have also passed on the demonic body techniques, so cultivators of this appearance are very common under the command of the Ten Directions Demon Bandits, and are easy to disguise."
Since you have changed your appearance, it is natural that you should change your name as well.
"I am Cangyang Gyatso."
"Then call me Xun Yue."
After the two entered the city, Ling Ying, who went by the alias Xun Yue, led the way. They first found a remote house. After Ling Ying showed her badge to the person who opened the door, the person opened the door and let them in.
Mo Cheng soon discovered something was wrong. The area where the house was located was remote and inconspicuous, and he smelled a familiar smell inside.
It's just like the InterContinental Hotel, a property owned by the High Table, an ally of the Shadow Sect.
It is called a hotel, but in fact it is a multi-functional safe house.
"This is the secret stake that [Nanli Daoyu] has set up in Heyang City."
Ling Ying did not explain too much about this place. This should be the confidential information of the [Nanli Dao Realm], and it is not the area under her jurisdiction. In terms of her duties, it is not convenient for her to reveal too much.
"What's next? I'm inclined to find a place first."
Perhaps it was because he was suddenly faced with a familiar environment that made Mo Cheng somewhat return to the days in the Shadow Sect, making him want to do something now.
For example, assassinating Gui Yimouduan or forcibly killing Gui Yimouduan. Anyway, just find the actual controller of this city and then take off his head.
Perhaps because he had used the power of the Great Killer Monk some time ago, Mo Cheng now particularly wanted to relive the original feeling.
But he also knew that once the fight started, the first thing he had to prepare was a battlefield where he could fight without restraint, so it was necessary to first find the place with the highest authority.
The caretaker of the mansion was a deaf-mute old man. After handing the key to Ling Ying, he went straight back to his room with no intention of coming out again.
Ling Ying took the key and opened the door of the study in the mansion, then took out a book and interpreted it in a specific way.
"We need to find someone. The key to the highest authority is kept by two people."
Mo Cheng didn't ask any other questions and said directly, "Let's go."
After the two men left the house, the deaf-mute old man in the room slowly walked out, looked at their departing backs, shook his head, picked up the broom and started cleaning.
At the same time, cover up all traces of their existence.
The person we were looking for was setting up a calligraphy and painting stall in a remote spot on the street, and also selling some old books, but they were not serious books, and it seemed that his business was not very good.
Ling Ying walked forward and casually revealed her badge, "Hello, I'm looking for a book called Rong Zhai Liubi."
The stall owner shook his head and replied, "There are only five strokes in the Rong Zhai Sui Bi, and one stroke is missing to find the sixth stroke."
"Then how do we make up for this?"
What Ling Ying said to the boss was obviously some kind of secret code, and Mo Cheng had no intention of studying it deeply or memorizing it. There was no corresponding way to decipher this kind of secret code, and it would be completely useless to write it down.
The streets of Heyang City were mostly filled with practitioners of demonic body techniques, so Ling Ying's appearance at this moment would not attract anyone's attention.
"Then please help me write a poem for this painting."
The boss pointed to a painting on his stall. The pattern in the painting was very simple. It showed a monk with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together, and a woman was running away in tears.
Ling Ying didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Cheng beside her.
"Do you need to know how to write poetry to come up with secret codes?"
"I don't know. This is the work of the direct department, and I have no right to ask too much. I am not good at writing poetry..."
Obviously, although Ling Ying herself was not good at poetry, she also realized that there was a "Qilin Talent" in the team who seemed to be very proficient in this.
After all, the last poem this guy wrote is now sung all over the world.
In order to make secret contacts, one has to know how to compose poetry. Whose clever detail was this?
Although Mo Cheng was somewhat dissatisfied with this, he still knew what was important, so he picked up the brush and said, "Introduce me to the guy who set up this part. I'm curious about what's in his little head."
A woman, a monk, and tears.
He quickly searched for the corresponding poem in his mind, then glared at Ling Ying secretly, "In that case, I will show my ugliness, and consider it as a gift to Xun Yue."
With a stroke of the brush, he wrote a poem:
I once worried that being too sentimental would damage my Buddhist practice.
I am afraid of leaving the city when I go into the mountains.
How can one achieve both in this world?
I will not let down the Buddha and I will not let you down.
"Shopkeeper , can this be regarded as a supplement to the Six Strokes of Rong Zhai?"
