After Yin Qi returned home, she drew a simple map based on her memory.

When she went to Qingluan Pavilion to learn the art, she secretly showed the picture to Jiang Yuenu. Jiang Yuenu nodded, thinking that Yin Qi was painting well. She pointed to a line on the map and asked, "Is this the authentic tunnel dug by Uncle Mute?"

"Yes, from his family to the county magistrate's mansion, there is also an authentic tunnel leading to Shanyin Town, which can make us escape without realizing it."

Jiang Yuenu sighed: "It's still easy to chat with each other, it's too hard to use A Si!"

A Si is the love name Jiang Yuenu gave to Pigeon No. 4.

Yin Qi suddenly remembered what Tao Ying told her to do and asked, "Do you know where those pigeons fly to deliver messages?"

Jiang Yuenu shook her head, "I don't know, but it must be something ulterior motive. I have seen the mailbox on A Si's feet several times. It is designed very exquisitely and difficult to open. Every time Wang Bo got the mailbox, he would personally send it to the Lingtu Hall. As for whom he gave it to me, I don't know."

Seeing that the pool of water at home became deeper and deeper, Yin Qi's desire to run away became stronger. If she continued to stay, she might not even know how she died.

Since the authenticity is almost ready, the remaining question is how to quietly go out from Yin Mansion. Yin Qi is a little easier, and Jiang Yuenu is afraid that it will be difficult for him to walk out of the east courtyard.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain!" Jiang Yuenu smiled with confidence, "Anyway, your magic has not been practiced well, so let's find opportunities slowly."

She said this but she had no idea. In fact, Jiang Yuenu had no time left. The Yin family might send her out midsummer next year. But Jiang Yuenu didn't want Yin Qi to be anxious with her. There must be a meticulous and calm person in this team.

The matter here is put aside, and Yin Qi devoted herself to the preparations for the Gods Send. Although Yin Tingxiu did not have much expectations for her, Yin Qi herself still hoped not to be looked down upon. With this little desire for victory and defeat, she gathered with Yin Tingxiu's team every day, familiarizing herself with her companions and discussing strategies.

Morning classes have been cancelled these days, and the spiritual disciples of the Tianzi Class have gathered their own people to prepare for the God-Sending Party. The spiritual disciples gathered together, and the smell of gunpowder in the museum suddenly became stronger.

Yin Tingxiu felt that the museum was a little confused and had too many eyes staring at them. He simply took his companions to the Shenhu Hall, but no one dared to care.

In an empty courtyard in Shenhu Hall, Yin Tingxiu first asked everyone to report their names and get to know each other.

Bai Yin Yinqi had already met him, and saw him standing straight with the other four black-clothed boys, as tight as if they were guards in the royal city.

Two spiritual disciples from the Dizi Class were the same age as Yin Tingxiu, both of whom looked tall and thin, one was Xu Lingjun and the other was Liu Wenchun. After they reported their names, they stopped talking and their temperament was a bit dull.

In addition to Yin Qi, another spiritual disciple who joined the herringbone class was called Meng Ping. He was only one year older than Yin Qi, but he had participated in the sacrifice to the gods twice.

Meng Ping is not tall and has a relatively young appearance, but he is much smoother than the two spiritual disciples in the Dizi class. He smiled and flattered Yin Tingxiu and helped him establish his position as a leader.

The boys in black in Shenhu Hall were named Yunying, Jiangying, Zhuying and Quying, respectively. They are all in the generation of Ying, and only Baiyin is the original name. Because Yin Tingxiu found it interesting, he kept it.

After several exchanges, Yin Tingxiu roughly understood each other's personalities and strengths, and began to assign everyone's tasks.

Yin Tingxiu and Baiyin are the main attacker. He will attack other teams according to the situation and take away their gods. Once the gods are captured, except for the spiritual disciples of the Tianzi Ban, others will become his subordinates.

Xu Lingjun, Liu Wenchun, Yunying, and Jiangying were responsible for protecting the gods and sending them to the designated location as soon as possible.

Yin Qi wanted to follow Meng Ping to inquire about the news from other teams and pass it on to everyone. She couldn't help but ask: "How do you want to send a message? Is it necessary to run away?"

Yin Tingxiu smiled badly and said, "That's too slow. We should use the colorful flag as the number, the black flag as the enemy, and the white flag as the safety, and the red flag means that we have discovered other teams."

"Are we going to use Qi-controlling techniques to lift the colorful flags up?" Yin Qi said guiltily.

"That's natural. But your magic is still shallow. You can give these to Meng Ping. His Qi-controlling technique is not bad," Yin Tingxiu was particularly tolerant today, "Just just be responsible for inquiries."

Yin Qi is the weakest, so she naturally has nothing to say about such an arrangement. In fact, what she wants most is the task of protecting the gods. It is estimated that she will have the opportunity to obtain such a position in two years.

"Who will win?" The boys outside were preparing in full swing, and the adults indoors were not idle either. Yin Zhengyuan, Sun Xiaozhi, Yi Jinwen, Wei Zhong and Lu Kangzheng sat in a place to discuss the final winner.

"It's hard to say," Sun Xiaozhi said first, "but, in comparison, Yin Tingyun, Su Yan and Lu Daoyi have a better chance of winning."

Yi Jinwen didn't feel comfortable listening and said, "Why aren't you counting the court cultivator? His magical skills are much higher than those of others, and he has the skills of fist and foot, who can stop him!"

"He has the strength, but he is still a little meticulous and has a sense of ecstasy in his work. He shouldn't have let him lead the team!"

Yi Jinwen wanted to slap the table, but he still swallowed his breath, turned his face and ignored Sun Xiaozhi, and thought to himself: Do you think I would like to let him participate in the Gods Send the Gods Party? Isn't it because of the Gods Lord's order!

Yin Zhengyuan sat aside in silence, unexpectedly not helping Sun Xiaozhi. He looked up at Lu Kang and suddenly said, "Wu Luo, how are you preparing for the assassination?"

"It's almost done. I'll set off tomorrow and wait for an opportunity to act when I get there. The big and small matters of the herringbone class will be dealt with on my behalf!"

Wei Zhong smiled kindly: "That's natural, you don't need to worry."

Yi Jinwen knew that Lu Kang was going to suffer another torture, and when he looked at him, he felt a little more sympathy. He comforted him: "I still have some pills made from white dragon claws. If you bring them together, it will be of some help."

"Thank you Wu Peng!"

The white dragon claw is a kind of flower. It is because it looks like a dragon claw and is white in color. The white dragon claw is a rare spiritual medicine for magicians, which is beneficial to qi and nourish the spirit and consolidate spiritual power. In contrast, there is also a kind of black dragon claw, which is rarer than white flowers, but it will cause great damage to magicians and make them confused.

Lu Kang took the pills from Yi Jinwen, and when he returned to the herringbone class, it was already late. The yard was silent, and the spiritual disciples went to the next door to rest.

Lu Kang slowly stepped onto the stone steps leading to the hillside in the moonlight, thinking about staying in the forest for a while. When he finally walked to the open space, he saw a person standing in front of his wooden house.

It was a woman in her twenties, and her black clothes were almost melting into the night, making her heroic face look pale, like a ghost.

Lu Kang's heart began to pound, but he was not afraid of this woman, but the person who was always inseparable from her.

As if responding to his thoughts, a swaying candlelight suddenly appeared in the dark room, reflecting a tall figure.

Lu Kang did not dare to hesitate anymore, and hurriedly walked into the room and knelt deeply at the figure.

He lowered his head and shouted respectfully: "Wu Luo pays homage to the Lord of God!"

The man called the Lord of God was holding a candlestick in his hand and looking at a painting hanging on the wall. Under the reflection of the candlelight, his picturesque face was a little unreal.

"Is this Lu Mao's painting?" the Lord of God asked suddenly.

"That's right. But I'm not sure if it's the original."

The Lord of God reached out to touch the surface of the painting and said, "Don't worry, it's the original."

He put down the candlestick, walked to the window and sat down gently, and asked Lu Kang to get up.

Lu Kang hasn't seen the Lord of God for a year. The person in front of him has not changed at all compared to the memory, and he is still around thirty years old.

"You are going to Shanye tomorrow?"

"Yes. I have already found out Xiao Xun's residence and the guards around him, so I can choose to do it." Lu Kang replied, not surprised by the God Lord's Prophet.

"Let A Ning follow you!" He looked at the woman who had already entered the house and stood behind him, "Bi Yunsheng, who was with Xiao Xun this time, is young, but he is the top magician in Taichang Mansion. You can't take it lightly."

"Don't worry, Lord God, I will definitely kill Xiao Xun!"

The handsome man suddenly laughed and said happily: "Don't say that, Xiao Xun is a little early to die now, and he will not die at your hands in the future."

Lu Kang looked at the mysterious god in surprise and asked, "Then is this assassination..."

"An old friend has come. He hid for so many years, so he should always show his strength."

He was speechless, but Lu Kang did not dare to ask in detail. He only heard the Lord of God say again: "So, just do your best when assassinating. You don't have to force yourself when you can't fight. You should protect yourself." He paused, with a little warmth in his voice, "You and A Ning are both children raised by me, so it's not worth any mistakes in this matter."

Lu Kang was moved. Seeing that the Lord of God stood up and knew that he was going to leave, he bid farewell to his mentor with A Ning. He looked up again, and the figure wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt had already floated down the stone steps, and he didn't know where he went.

Only A Ning and Lu Kang were left in the house. The two grew up together, but they did not have any childhood sweethearts. They always had nothing to say when they met.

In silence, A Ning took off the short knife around her waist, took off her shoes and socks and meditated on the couch. It seemed that she wanted to spend all night like this.

They were all wise men and didn't care about secular etiquette, so Lu Kang didn't feel any discomfort. He put a light quilt next to A Ning, then took off his coat and lay down his head on the bed to rest.
Chapter completed!