Naturally, Yin Ziyu doesn't know Qu Feiyan's mind, let alone the fact that the word "love" has turned the supercilious goddess into a sensitive and cautious ordinary woman. His mind will ripple whenever and wherever he moves.

Such love is too much care about love, but also with the sacrifice of love. We put aside the material conditions, the right family, the identity gap and many worldly prejudices.

Because of this, this kind of love is more pure. It is not as free and easy as ordinary people who are built on the power of material choice and can cry goodbye at any time.

Of course, such feelings pour too much, there is no way to give up at will. Once you put your heart on a man, unless you are heartbroken, a woman like Qu Feiyan is more trustworthy than most women in the world. She will unswervingly follow her man all her life, no matter rich or poor, high or low.

Just like now, when Yin Ziyu heard that he was going to carry the magic sword of the single sword Meng family, he did not hesitate to call Mu Xianghui and tell him that there was a crisis here, and that the problem of Hua Yuexian could only be solved by himself.

Mu Xianghui wants to ask more. Qu Feiyan has already hung up. But under can only gnash one's teeth pat own special combat team member to go up. It's not that I doubt Qu Feiyan, but that I don't agree with him. I'm also very surprised. How can everything go wrong at this juncture? Are there so many coincidences in the world?

"Sir, we've locked the location of huayuexian and baiwushuang, and the UAV has been closely watching. Now there are two plans that need to be decided by you, sir. " The men ran up and gave a quick report.

Mu Xianghui frowned: "didn't you say you found Luo Luowan's trace?"

"I'm sorry, that woman is too cunning. We've found several similar combinations. They should be all caused by her hypnosis. I didn't find any trace. " I'm sorry.

"Let's hear what plans you have." Mu Xianghui took a deep breath. Now that he has found the trace of Hua Yuexian, he should finish this one first.

"According to the latest UAV settings, we can lock each other at high altitude, use the UAV to shoot anesthesia bombs, and bring each other back after anesthesia. This is the first plan. " "The second plan is to find the corresponding people in the Wulin and solve the contradiction according to their rules."

Mu Xianghui was surprised and looked at his adjutant: "why is there such a proposal?"

His subordinates sighed: "the reason why Wulin sect has existed up to now is that they have great power in resisting some special forces and figures. These people are born with a strong sense of identity with the Central Plains and will stand up at the critical moment. The above also thinks that they are consistent with us in common interests, so all parties will respect their wishes. Moreover, all the schools in the Wulin are very orthodox in morality and rules. It is not necessarily a good choice for them to carry forward the truth, the good and the beautiful, and let them handle it by themselves. "

Unexpectedly, his subordinates were so careful. Mu Xianghui frowned and thought for a moment. He looked at his subordinates and said, "if you use the first plan, what's the success rate?"

"Hard to say. After all, the opponent is a martial arts expert, and the concealed weapon Kung Fu should be quite good, unless we win by quantity. However, in that case, there is a large demand for the number of anesthesia needles and UAVs, which needs to be approved by the higher authorities, and it also consumes a lot of time Although the adjutant did not make clear his position, he had already expressed his ideas implicitly.

As a member of the national security department, of course, I know that there are really Wulin celebrities in the world. Most ordinary people only think that this kind of character only stays in martial arts novels and movies, but they don't know that the stories written by those martial arts novelists are half true and half false, and some of them, schools and even mentioned Kung Fu and secret scripts are real.

"The point is that we don't have anyone available. What do you want me to do?" Mu Xianghui opened his hand with a bitter smile, "originally Qu Feiyan and Yin Ziyu were coming, but something happened over there. At this juncture and at this time, where do you want me to find a Wulin expert? "

The adjutant approached Mu Xianghui and said in a low voice: "Sir, in the afternoon I went to the suburbs to deliver materials. It seems that there are seven or eight experts of Emei sect coming from master Luo. It happened to be this afternoon. If you call, I believe the old man won't embarrass you. "

Mu Xianghui's eyes brightened: "are the seven sons of Emei back? That's great! "

He immediately took out the phone and called the suburb. The person who answered the phone was Secretary Wen: "Xiang Hui, if you still call so late, the old man has already gone to bed. Can I help you? "

Mu Xianghui said his request quickly. Wen's secretary hesitated for a moment, stood up and said faintly, "I'll go to have a look and ask the seven experts what they mean."

In fact, the courtyard is not small. There are two rows of houses in the front, where Mr. Luo and his guards live. In fact, there is still a lot of space in the back. There are also several rows of houses, which keep a lot of chickens, ducks, fish and geese. Later, the seven sons of Emei came and opened up an outdoor place as a training ground. There were also two spacious rooms for indoor training rooms, which naturally became their world.Secretary Wen came to the back, and from a distance, he heard the sound of "poop poop poop". The two rooms in the training room were also on. It was obvious that the seven masters didn't rest in the middle of the night.

No wonder they are able to make achievements in martial arts. Their level of effort alone is much better than that of ordinary people. Secretary Wen sighed in his heart. With respect for the seven sons of Emei, he went to the practice room and knocked on the door: "seven elders, I'm Secretary Wen. Can you open the door?"

After a chaotic movement, the door opened, revealing a nervous face of the Taoist priest.

Red flower road long dry cough a: "that what, text Secretary hasn't slept yet?"

"I was sleeping, but I was woken up by the phone." Secretary Wen plans to step in, but finds that Taoist priest Chihua has been standing in front of the door. He doesn't mean to open the way at all. He has to point to the outside and says with a bitter smile, "master, it's too cold outside. Can you come in and say?"

The red flower Taoist priest rubbed his clothes, and his facial expression was a little strange. He quickly looked back, and then he let the door open and said, "please come in, please come in. Ha ha ha... "

Secretary Wen stepped in and immediately smelled a pungent smell of gunpowder. Because the door was closed and the window was closed, the smell was strong and choking.

I can't help but wonder why these martial arts masters practice as if they had fought a gunfight? Is there any difference between practicing martial arts and shooting