"Mirrors, palaces, women. ”

He didn't expect that the hint of the Martial God Token would be so obvious, which could be regarded as directly telling Yang Xuan that the realm eye of this illusion world was there.

However, new problems arise.

Yang Xuan felt his current body, fifteen or sixteen years old, he knew a few hands and three feet of cat kung fu, and he was still taught by the old man to use it to strengthen his body.

With his current identity, how can he enter the palace and find the eyes of the formation.

After searching for his memory, Yang Xuan found that the world he was in now was relatively low, equivalent to the martial arts world he had seen in his previous life, and the highest one was just a martial arts master who walked on the wall, and he still had to finish playing in the face of an army of hundreds of people.

After the autopsy was completed, Xu Dechang left with Yang Xuan, and naturally they didn't need to worry about the arrest of the murderer next.

Xu Dechang has his own small courtyard in Shangyuan City, just the two of them.

Next, Yang Xuan stayed here.

A year passed in a flash, and in this year, Yang Xuan thought of countless ways, but there was still no way to enter the palace, so he could only delay it again and again.

During this year, he got along with Xu Dechang day and night, and slowly, he felt that Xu Dechang was a flesh-and-blood, living person, not like an illusory character.

He had doubts about the authenticity of the world.

If it's a fantasy, it's too real.

On this day, after lunch, Yang Xuan said hello to Xu Dechang and came out alone.

He wandered aimlessly by himself, while also thinking about how to enter the palace.

The hint is already obvious, the mirror eye of this world is in the palace, it is a mirror for women, this is not difficult to find, the big deal is to collect all the mirrors in the palace, you can always find it.

So for Yang Xuan, the most difficult thing is not how to find things, but how to enter the palace and be able to collect all the mirrors used by every woman openly.

Maybe the emperor can do it.

He thought with a wry smile, and at the same time was impressed by the bad taste of the benevolent brother mentioned in the biography.

When passing by a teahouse, the shopkeeper happened to come out, saw Yang Xuan, his face changed, and he spat on the ground, and a thick phlegm almost spit on Yang Xuan's shoes.

"Bad luck!!" he cursed, and turned back.

Yang Xuan didn't care at all.

At this time, he is not the demon god Bai Qi, nor is he the protector master Yang Xuan, but a small man, dealing with corpses all day long, and it is naturally not surprising that others have such a reaction when they see him.

After a few casual walks, he was just about to return to the small courtyard when there was a sudden commotion in front of him.

Immediately after that, at the gate of a house, several people suddenly fell out.

Yang Xuan took a look, but it was Zhang Ming and a few others who caught fast.

By the time Yang Xuan arrived, several people had already gotten up from the ground, and they seemed to be fine, but they all had gloomy faces and could drip water.

"Brother Zhang, what's going on?" Yang Xuan asked.

Zhang Ming and the others looked back and saw that it was Yang Xuan, so they pulled Yang Xuan and walked to the side before saying, "Why are you here?"

Yang Xuan said: "I was wandering around, and I happened to meet!Brother Zhang, what happened?"

Zhang Ming's face was gloomy, and after glancing over there first, he said in a low voice: "The case ten days ago was related to Bian Cheng, the son of the Shangshu family of the Criminal Department. ”

Yang Xuan was silent when he heard this.

He knew that this case was very complicated and involved a wide range of people, Zhang Ming and others had no clue for a long time, and in the end, it was the old man who put forward new clues with his many years of experience, which made them clear.

However, in the end, the son-in-law of the Shangshu family of the Criminal Department was involved, which was not something he could have imagined.

Moreover, the criminal department is still the secretary, isn't that their top boss, it is not surprising that there is such an encounter.

After thinking about it, Yang Xuan asked, "Then what should I do next?"

Zhang Mingdao: "Of course I checked it, behind him Bian Cheng is the secretary of the Criminal Department, but behind me is the law of the country, in terms of background, I am afraid of him?"

These words are righteous and strict, and between the conversations, there is naturally a heroic righteousness swept out, and then looking at the others, they all looked like they agreed.

Yang Xuan sighed secretly, admiring in his heart.

If a country is full of people like this, the country will not prosper, and when.

It's a pity that no matter in that world, there will always be some people who are above the rules, which is an unchangeable fact.

After saying goodbye to a few people, when Yang Xuan returned to the small courtyard, his face was cold, and his eyes showed murderous intent.

There were seven or eight big men standing in the courtyard, led by a boy in brocade clothes, who was carrying a whip in his hand at this time.

The old man Xu Dechang was tied to a crooked-necked jujube tree in the yard, with whip marks on his body and blood flowing.

Seeing Yang Xuan coming in, Xu Dechang shouted with all his strength: "Run!"