"I'm just guessing that your father knew the language of the spirit world back then, and it was an unsolved case. I estimate that this is inseparable from the Shenxing Sect, in the Shenxing Sect, the alien ghosts and human cultivators are in the same group, your father will guard against the alien ghosts, but he may not have any defense against humans, and your grandfather and the two brothers of the Liao family are relatively close, I can't say, your father is also very familiar with the two brothers of the Liao family, and the Shenxing Church will not connect with your father through the two brothers of the Liao family? However, looking at Liao Yunshan's attitude towards you, he should not have any murderous intentions towards your father, your father's death is still a little strange. Zheng Fang analyzed.

"But now that Liao Yunshan is dead, is it ......" Tong Jie hesitated.

"And his brother Liao Yunshui, I will have a chance to meet him in the future, but I have to ask carefully, and it can be regarded as a clue to find out the cause of your father's death. Zheng Fang said slowly.

Walking silently, the more Tong Jie thought about it, the more she felt that Zheng Fang was reasonable, and her eyes gradually bloomed.

Seeing that the effect of chatting with Tong Jie had been achieved, Zheng Fang was no longer wordy, and waved his powerful hand.

"Let's go, grab the key, I'll make an exception and grab it for you." Zheng Fang was full of pride.

"What about helping me grab the key? Let's see if Secretary Guo will trouble you for a while? Tong Jie laughed.

"Forehead ......" It seems that he has escaped from school and is in the habit of escaping, knowing that there is a political class, why did he forget to ask Secretary Guo for leave? Thinking of Secretary Guo's gloomy eyes behind the lenses, Zheng Fang suddenly felt a headache.

"Don't worry, I asked for leave for you and Secretary Guo, saying that the review is over, and the secret service has something to ask me to bring to you, don't tell me to leak it. Tong Jie saw that Zheng Fang's expression was not good, his heart softened, and he smiled to dispel his concerns.

"Your ability to talk nonsense, I only understood it on the train to Quancheng, it's much better than me, talent, this is. Zheng Fang breathed a sigh of relief and praised her sincerely.

"You're scolding me, aren't you?" Tong Jie's face changed suddenly, and Zheng Fang saw that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly rushed into the school gate. Tong Jie looked at Zheng Fang's back, and there seemed to be two thin children suddenly appearing in front of her, holding straw in their hands, shrinking in the corner of the thatched hut, worried about their parents, grandfathers, and grandmothers, silently enduring the taste of hunger, her expression softened unconsciously, and she hurriedly walked a few steps to accompany Zheng Fang, who had slowed down, into the school. The gun-wielding warriors on both sides stared at each other with grim expressions.

In 1978, with a heavy snowfall as scheduled, as soon as the heavy snow passed, the matter of the International Association of Magicians delegation was officially put on the agenda, in addition to cultivation and study, Zheng Fang had another job, that is, to repeatedly practice with Xiao Lamei the ceremony of offering flowers to foreign guests.

How should the flowers be held? Left or right? Finally, a guy who is said to be an expert came and said that he should hold it in the spot, change it, change it quickly! Practice again, and be busy. Then there was the salute before the flowers, should it be a bow salute from the cultivation world, or a bow salute from the magic world? The guy who was said to be an expert actually said that he would use the Young Pioneers' hand salute, which was another busy job. Then how do you move forward? whether to lift your left foot or your right foot first, to extend your left hand or right hand first when offering flowers, how to laugh, to show four teeth or eight...... Wait, wait, it's much more troublesome than cultivation, Zheng Fang is surprised, to spend so much effort on these useless things, Hua Guo should have come up with a few powers of the unity realm.

What Zheng Fang admires the most is Xiao Lamei's perseverance, this little girl, it's really not covered, it is stipulated that the flowers of the two must be raised high, that is really holding the flower clay carved wood sculpture and standing for several hours, Zheng Fang guards the clumsy situation, her shoulders are sore, this little girl stands in the realm, stunned that there is nothing at all, and asks Zheng Fang vigorously, is she lowered, do you want to be higher? It's really a hell, Zheng Fang doesn't understand, high, low, there is a Mao relationship? Could it be that if you raise it high, then the foreigner will be happier, and if you raise it low, the foreigner will dare to turn her face? Isn't this nonsense?

Just when Zheng Fang was so irritable that he almost wanted to pick and choose, the specific date of the inspection group was finally finalized, and it was a coincidence that the 16th of January happened to be the Laba Festival. On the other hand, it was also said to Zheng Fang that in order to show the demeanor of the magician of Xiniu Hezhou to the Huaguo cultivation community, the delegation decided not to come by plane, but only asked Huaguo to mark a piece of wasteland on the outskirts of the northern capital, and gave the delegation a specific arrival time.

"It seems that they really want to use magic to come over, I don't know what kind of movement it is?" Speaking of this, Xiao Lamei, who had lost weight, looked longing.

"What else can I do? I can't move my family together, I have that idle time to guess, I might as well come over and practice again, I feel that our arms are still not very neat. Zheng Fang glanced at Xiao Lamei with slanted eyes, and he couldn't get used to her appearance of never seeing the world, so she didn't have to drop the ambition of my Chinese people and increase the prestige of those foreigners.

Sure enough, as soon as Zheng Fang mentioned the training, Xiao Lamei immediately jumped over, and Zheng Fang was secretly proud of her with this move.

A few days before the Laba Festival, the school held seven or eight preparatory meetings in a row, on the day of the Laba Festival, Zheng Fang and Xiao Lamei put on the school's special new uniforms, put on a red scarf, and went to the ministry early in the morning to participate in the meeting, the presiding officer was the big leader above, I heard that Liang Division, Lao Huang's top boss also had to be in his charge, Zheng Fang looked left and right, and did not see any flowers, it was a kind and chubby old man, speaking dialects are quite heavy, if there is no Three Realms Introduction, Zheng Fang estimates that he can understand three or five sentences is good. Looking at the attentive expressions of everyone attending the meeting, Zheng Fang secretly thought in his heart, they are all acting here, and they are all drama spirits.

After the meeting, the ministry drove out a small car, Zheng Fang and Xiao Lamei also got into one of them with the flowers they had prepared a long time ago, and the convoy set off in a majestic manner.

Speaking of which, Zheng Fang really didn't expect that even Lao Huang and Liang were not qualified to participate in this welcome ceremony, and the official hats were bigger than these two, which made Zheng Fang a little smug, feeling that Liang and Lao Huang looked very majestic, but in fact, it was just like that, even they couldn't compare, and in a few years, I was afraid that if I didn't see myself, I would have to salute and call the leader. Zheng Fang couldn't hold back his heart when he thought of the picture of Lao Huang saluting him respectfully, and when the time came, he must pat his little shoulder and tell him that he should quickly let the Mediterranean Sea grow hair, it's not a good hobby to pretend to be old, and he still likes to watch Lao Huang in his twenties.

Not far from the convoy, a police car followed with a whistle, and several police cars followed the escort all the way.

The place where the delegation landed had long been blocked by the army, and the convoy passed through layers of defenses and stopped directly near the landing point that the delegation had booked. The door of the car opened one after another, and the people in the car got out of the car one by one, and Zheng Fang and Xiao Lamei also got down together.

Someone was busy arranging the positions where everyone was standing, and the whole scene was tense and orderly, Zheng Fang's ears were sharp, and he listened to a person in military uniform whispering to the big leader.

"So far, the radar has not found anything. The soldier said.

The leader just nodded quietly and didn't speak, but Zheng Fang muttered in his heart, ask Lao Huang to fly one, your radar can't find it, the world of cultivators, you don't understand it at all.

Everyone stood there and waited, and they didn't know where the group would come from, everyone's heads were tilted up, some were facing west, some were facing east, some were south, and some were north.

Without looking up, Zheng Fang closed his eyes, his spiritual power spread far away, and he waited quietly for a moment, frowning, and a strong spiritual power fluctuation quickly approached his location.

"It's coming. Zheng Fang quietly reminded Xiao Lamei and straightened up unconsciously.

Glancing at Zheng Fang suspiciously, Xiao Lamei quickly stood up straight.

"It's almost time, why aren't there any shadows?" someone muttered in a low voice.

"What kind of magician is this, it's weird, if you don't take a good civil flight, is it a private plane?" someone whispered.

"How is that possible? Not to mention transcontinental airliners, even agricultural planes, there must also be runways, there is nothing here except leveling. These guys don't even ask for air traffic control, so they may be making some kind of fuss. One of them corrected in a low voice.

"Is it a hot air balloon?

Just when everyone was talking, I saw a brownish-yellow cloud appear in the western sky, and this cloud flew towards everyone's location at a very fast speed.

"What's that?" cried a few sharp-eyed men pointing to the clouds, and the crowd became agitated.

"Pay attention to order!" someone shouted.

I saw that the leader was holding a general's belly and his hands behind his back, looking at the extremely fast flying clouds from afar, squinting, not saying a word, Zheng Fang nodded slightly, he had to be a big leader, and he had a little bit of determination that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

"Xiao Zhao, it's going to rain on the turtle son, hurry up and prepare an umbrella, everyone will be drenched in soup, and the braincase will be broken. The big leader suddenly screamed in his voice with a thick dialect, and Zheng Fang was startled and almost slipped to the ground.

Before Xiao Zhao went to get the umbrella, the clouds in the sky suddenly slowed down, and the surrounding clouds and mist gradually dispersed, and everyone found out what kind of cloud it was, it was a huge blanket, faintly, you could see a few people sitting on the blanket, as the speed of the blanket decreased, slowly descending, several people also stood up.

Swaying to the ground, the blanket lowered lower and closer, and slowly fell to the ground under the stunned eyes of everyone. There were three men, two women, and five people standing on the blanket, the man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and the woman was wearing a black skirt, and the faces were all about the same high nose and deep eyes, yellow beard and blue eyes.