Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 31 Your plan won't work
Lin Feng’s plan was indeed very detailed, even a little deliberately detailed.

The time, place, characters, and alternative plans are all linked together, and the entire plan has formed a perfect closed loop.

Lin Feng had been preparing for this plan for a long time. His original intention of calling Zhang Ze was just to ask him to help him find out the shortcomings and improve the plan.

Lin Feng never thought that Zhang Ze would completely deny it, and deny it so thoroughly.

Who is this Lin Feng? He is the Lin Feng who has experienced ups and downs over time. Don’t look down on the young and poor Lin Feng.

So Lin Feng was a little unhappy.

But Zhang Ze's subsequent series of questions left him speechless.

Lin Feng's plan was indeed complete, but it was a little too complete. Every lie he told needed a second lie to make up for it, and once one of the links went wrong, Lin Feng's fate would be to be exposed.

“The demons are indeed sick, but they are not all fools.

"Your plan is too perfect. If one link goes wrong, you will lose everything.

"Even if you successfully infiltrate the base, if Song Qingpao is really as meticulous as you say, he will connect everything as soon as he finds a clue.

"And this is where the most crucial mistake lies. Although you created a series of coincidences, you are involved in all of them, and you are also the beneficiary of all of them!

“What a coincidence.

"Although you have the right temperament, Brother Feng, you are still too inexperienced. People of the demonic sect are more wary of their fellow disciples than those of the righteous sect.

"Why are you making your life story so clear in your plan? And it's fake.

"The demons won't think you're sincere, they'll just think there's something wrong with you."

After Zhang Ze finished speaking, he sighed and felt very disappointed with himself.

"Didn't I teach you before what the highest level of infiltration is?"

Lin Feng opened his mouth and said, "The best disguise is disfigurement."

"Wrong!" Zhang Ze acted like a pyramid scheme leader again.

"This is just an appearance. The highest level of infiltration is to let the enemy imagine it themselves!"

"He thinks you are, so you are. You don't need to prove that there is something wrong with you. Instead, you need him to prove that there is nothing wrong with him."

"Brother, what does imagination mean?" Chen Qin, who was listening intently, asked.

"Imagination is... Never mind, I can't explain it clearly." Zhang Ze sat down again. "After you listen to my plan, you will naturally understand what imagination is."

Zhang Ze asked Senior Jian Ling to stop circling and pulled him over.

"Let's do this first, and then... Chen Qin, you, Lin Feng, don't move. Senior Sword Spirit, you are crucial."

After Zhang Ze finished telling his plan, Chen Qin was full of admiration, but also a little shy.

The sword spirit felt fortunate that this boy was a disciple of the righteous path. If he had fallen into the evil path, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Lin Feng was a little unhappy, but he couldn't refute it, "Then I don't have to do anything?"

"Yes, you don't have to do anything. You just need to play the role of a silent, cold-blooded killer and maintain your killer temperament."

"Then wait for him to come to you on his own." Zhang Ze said.

"What if Song Qingpao wasn't fooled by you?"

Zhang Ze pointed at the sword spirit and said, "Then why don't you just kill him directly, Senior? It's better than losing your life, Lin Feng, and getting nothing in return."

"There are so many strongholds, just switch to another one and try again.
“Anyway, tomorrow, watch my performance.

"Junior sister, do you have confidence?"

"Yeah." Chen Qin's face turned redder.

The next day, at Yangguan Road, there was a big market in Nanshi.

Song Qingpao was sitting in front of his shop, warming a cup of hot tea in his hand.

The winery is located in a remote area, with few people coming and going in front of the door. Listening to the bustling voices of the market in the distance, I wonder when I can kill a few people for fun.

He had been enduring for so long that he was getting a little annoyed.

A few months ago, the helmsman, the Blood Lion Ancestor, came down with orders, ordering them to keep quiet and not to cause trouble, so as not to expose their stronghold.

But at the same time, we need to recruit more people to expand the power of the magic path.

He was even asked to cooperate with the spies sent by the headquarters to secretly investigate the destruction of the Spirit Snake Headquarters.

He really didn't like this kind of order that blocked both ends.

Song Qingpao, who was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, could become the leader of a stronghold, commanding dozens of demon cultivators. He always had his own plans. He also had his eyes on several independent cultivators who had recently gained notoriety in the martial arts world.

I also have some plans for investigating the destruction of the Spirit Snake Rudder.

But he still felt that he should wait a little longer and make a decision after he had sorted out his thoughts.

But the ancestor seemed a little impatient and had been urging him recently why he hadn't taken action yet.

Song Qingpao was too lazy to explain, because he knew that no matter what he said, the Blood Lion Ancestor would not listen.

This morning, word came from the helm that a messenger would arrive at any moment, asking them to make preparations early.

Just when Song Qingpao was feeling bored, someone blocked the sun above his head.

A tall and thin scholar, followed by a petite and charming woman.

"Hello, what would you like to see?" Song Qingpao said with a kind smile.

The man also smiled kindly and said, "Let's go into the stronghold and take a look."

Song Qingpao's smile froze.

"Your smile froze, so you've been exposed."

"Is that what that old man, Blood Lion, taught you? Self-destruct? Or fight for your life?"

The middle-aged scholar didn't even glance at Song Qingpao. He walked into the store with the woman beside him.

The two people were Zhang Ze and Chen Qin in disguise.

"My dear, that person is so interesting." Chen Qin said in a coquettish voice.

Zhang Ze almost couldn't control himself. He felt that his junior sister's acting seemed too real.

Song Qingpao's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He quietly closed the shop door and activated the magic circle inside the shop.

"Yes, you still have some demonic bones. I am very satisfied." Zhang Ze revealed the aura of the Golden Core Realm, and a frosty and bloody aura spread around him.

"What? You're not going to do it?"

The aura of the Golden Core Realm was created by the sword spirit senior hidden in Zhang Ze, and the magic special effects were Lily's latest work, which has not yet been released.

Zhang Ze turned around and waited for Song Qingpao to take action.

Chen Qin didn't even look at Song Qingpao, but just looked at the furnishings in the store.
"Boring, my dear, let's go. I feel so bored."

"I want to look somewhere else. There are plenty of people here, and we can handle this idiot." As she said this, she shook Zhang Ze's arm.

Song Qingpao's mood was fluctuating. He had roughly guessed the identity of the cultivator in front of him. He was probably from the headquarters, but
"I am just a casual cultivator, hiding in the mortal world just to make a living."

"I don't know what you mean, senior, please..." After saying that, Song Qingpao bowed deeply.

"Hehe, being cautious is also a virtue, what a pity." After saying that, Zhang Ze did not hesitate for a moment and walked directly to the door with Chen Qin.

Just when Zhang Ze had reached the door, he could no longer hold back and wanted Senior Sword Spirit to take action.

Song Qingpao's voice sounded behind him, "Senior, please show me the Blood Lion Patriarch's waist badge."

OK, you took the bait.

"No." Zhang Ze said lightly.

Before Song Qingpao could exclaim, Zhang Ze continued.

"I didn't go to see him because I thought he was stupid. That red dog can do nothing but bark."

These words touched Song Qingpao's heart; he felt the same way.

That red-haired dog only had empty cultivation, and was not as intelligent as Song Qingpao.

"Why, do you need me to take you to the helm to see the Blood Lion to verify your identity?"

"No, no need."

Zhang Ze sighed in his heart.

"What a shame! If only we could get in directly, we could blow up the Blood Lion Rudder."

Zhang Ze casually took out a token with an animal head and a ghost head from his arms.

"Can you recognize this thing?"

(End of this chapter)