The night sky is deep, although the drum country is spring again, but Wolong Snow Mountain is still snowy, it seems that spring has nothing to do with here, especially at night, it is even more cold and biting, almost no one wants to stay outside the house in this cold night.

Under the faint light of snow, a black shadow flashed, quietly touched the main hall of the Eight Lotus Peak, hid under the pillars of the main hall for a while, looked at the lonely cold star on the top of the snow peak, tightened the scarf around his neck, and quietly touched forward.

This person was Long Wushuang, and he didn't go to the peaks during the day, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to find out anything if he went clearly, so he could only try his luck at night.

He analyzed it carefully, the nine saints should not be able to leak the school's learning, if someone steals the school, then the problem may be the family, and according to the Nine Lotus Saint Venerable, there are only eight lotus and three lotus who have family members, and now that the eight lotus is not there, there is only his wife in the eight lotus family, so let's check her first.

He had already asked about Balian's residence during the day, and at this time it was cold and unmanned, so he swept all the way to the front of the door, but the whole residence was dark and rumbling, and there was not a single light lit. He listened intently in front of the door for a while, and there was no movement in the room, so he gently pushed the door, which was closed tightly, and the inside was obviously plugged in.

He could only take out the dagger he had prepared during the day, touch it lightly along the crack of the door, find the position of the deadbolt, and use the dagger to slowly flick it, and pull the bolt open little by little, who knew that a gust of wind blew, he didn't have time to pull the door, the door was blown open at once, and the door shaft made a creaky sound, which seemed extremely harsh in this night.

He quickly dodged into the door, quickly pulled the door, closed it, carefully inserted the deadbolt, turned around and groped, just touched the table, suddenly heard a sound, he hurriedly turned over and hid behind the largest chair, peeked out, and saw a door open, a woman came over with a lamp, presumably it was Balian's wife, the light illuminated the room, Long Wushuang saw the environment clearly, it seems that this is where Balian usually meets guests to eat.

The woman looked in the house, walked to the door with the lamp, checked the deadbolt, and saw that the door was well closed, so she stood in front of the door, as if thinking about something, when a strong wind outside blew the door again, and the door shaft made another sound, she seemed to understand, turned around and took a chair against the door, even if the wind could not blow, then she took the lamp and went into the room again, closed the door, and the hall was dark again.

Long Wushuang gently touched out from behind the big chair, wiped the sweat on his head, it was so dangerous just now, if she came to take the biggest chair to the top door, she would definitely be discovered.

He crept to the door where the woman had entered, and the light came through the small crack in the door, but the crack was so small that he wanted to see it, but he could not see anything, so he could only put his ear to the door and listen intently.

There seemed to be some sound in the room, if there was any, it was not very clear, it seemed to be the sound of Mrs. Balian undressing and going to bed, and it seemed to be a slight snoring, and at last, the light went out, and there was no other sound except the faint snoring.

He squatted quietly in place for a long time, squatting so that his feet were a little numb, so he tried to push the door gently, but the door was closed very tightly, and he could not push it, and if he wanted to go in, he was afraid that he would have to make a noise, which was not feasible, so he left the door of the bedroom, and touched another door, which was not closed from the inside, and he gently pushed it open.

After entering the door, he closed the door, bolted the door to death, dared to ignite the fire, by the light of the fire, it turned out to be the study, he walked to the desk in the study, lit the lamp on the desk, there was a painting on the table, not finished painting, he looked carefully, it was a landscape painting, the top of the painting is the sky, flying a few lonely geese, it looks very high, below the sky, is the peak of ten thousand thousand, the rocks are abrupt and majestic, a silver waterfall flows down, straight down, the waterfall falls into a stream, there are few trees by the stream, there are several bushes of thorns, and in the nearest place, there is a small pavilion in front of the waterfall, the eaves are warpedThere are two backs in the pavilion, a man and a woman, as if holding hands and looking up at the waterfall.

He admired it, and secretly admired this person's extraordinary painting work, and then looked at the inkstone, the ink had dried, and then picked up the brush and looked at it, the tip of the pen had also dried hard, obviously at least one or two days without painting. This painting has been completed more than half, the gestures, lines, ink color are very expressive, the branches of the trees are interspersed with dense and decent, the ink color is thick, the mountain direction and the use of brushwork is skillful, very imposing, the transition is natural at the turning point, the mountain or thick ink or light ink, the blank space shows the waterfall and the flow of the clouds and the treacherous clouds, the sky is misty in the distance, the figure is expressive in the near distance, and the love and harmony can be seen.

He seriously appreciated it for a while, thought for a while, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this painting, when his home was not broken, he also collected many famous paintings, most of the painters are men, although there are also clever female painters in the world, but due to the difference between men and women in personality, the style of painting between male painters and female painters is very different, judging from the momentum of this painting, it should be painted by male painters, but Balian is not at home these days, but stays in Fairy Mountain to help, so this painting may be painted by her wife, he touched the beard on his chin, and fell into deep thought。

"Squeak", suddenly the sound of opening the door woke him up, he hurriedly blew out the light, the study suddenly fell into darkness, he gently walked to the door, through the crack in the door to look out, the door crack in the study is larger, this time clearly saw the woman with the lamp into another room, there was the sound of pots and scoops colliding, a moment later, she came out with a basin of steaming water, put it down in the hall, and turned back to get the lamp.

Long Wushuang watched her enter the bedroom with hot water and closed the door, feeling a little strange in his heart, what is she going to wash in the middle of the night, shouldn't she sleep well, this behavior is so abnormal, is there really a problem with Eight Lotus Peak?

While he was pondering, the door opened again, and the woman came out again with the lamp, put the lamp on the dining table in the hall, sat down on the chair, and suddenly spoke: "Come out, let me see who you are." ”

Long Wushuang was taken aback, how did she find out, he didn't move for the time being, but stayed quietly behind the door and used his brain to think.

The woman waited for a while, and when she saw that there was no movement in the study, she stood up, walked to the door of the study, stretched out her hand and pushed, but without pushing, she took two steps back: "Come out, I don't have anything of value in my house." ”

After waiting for a while, the door opened, and a black-clothed masked man walked out, he did not speak, but suddenly made a move, and a golden light shone, and he hit the woman.

The woman hurriedly dodged, the divine power did not hit her, but extinguished the light on the table, Yu Li overturned the chair, and there was a loud noise, the woman's eyes were suddenly dark, and she couldn't see anything, she hurriedly withdrew a few more steps, listening to the man's movements, but the other party didn't seem to even breathe, and there was no sound.

The black-clothed masked man was Long Wushuang, after he suddenly turned off the light, he took advantage of the woman's eyes to temporarily unfit the darkness and couldn't see him, under the cover of the sound of the chair, the silent ghost had entered her bedroom, touched the side of her bed, reached out to test the bed, the quilt was still hot, but the bed was empty, he used his divine power, with a faint golden light to illuminate the room, just for a moment, he saw the back door, this bedroom actually has a back door, at this time the back door is open, the cold wind is quietly invading。

He collected his divine power, floated out of the back door, outside the back door is a cliff several feet high, he ran a few feet along the road of the back door, in front of him is a thick snow, in the distant sky, a golden lotus has gone away, so far away that it is not clear how many petals of lotus are there.

He looked at the footprints on the snow, and quickly turned around, just when the woman found out that he had actually entered the bedroom, she chased him in, and saw him appear in the back door, shining in the golden light, and facing him is a palm, he dodged sideways, and his figure flashed, went to the roof, and squatted on the roof motionless.