Seventy-two peaks of Jun Mountain, 800 miles of Dongting Lake.

Junshan Island, as the former holy land of rivers and lakes in the land of Jingchu, is located in the Central Plains, and its reputation in the world far exceeds that of other places, and it is slightly inferior to Wudang Mountain in Chu.

With the Iron Eagle Deer Hunting and the Cao family of Junshan Island sealing the sword in the box, the fame of Dongting Lake is a little smaller, but it is still a necessary place for Jianghu tourists to travel the world, and there are many Jianghu people with swords on the shore of Dongting Lake to the point of rubbing shoulders one after another, selling art, selling calligraphy and painting, fortune tellers and even boatmen dressed up in charming boats on the lakeside, they all look like ordinary people, but how many deep-water old Wang Ba on the rivers and lakes are hidden, no one can say.

"Hurry up and ......"

"The first beauty, come and see it......"

When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the crabs are the fattest, the surroundings of Yueyang Tower, which is far away from Junshan Island, are overcrowded.

Countless young rangers and rich sons in the Yueyang area rushed to the bottom of the famous building near the lake, looking at a large platform in front of the high-rise building.

On the stage stood a storyteller, holding a picture scroll in his hand, and was advertising like a river:

“…… Our host, and the painting saint Xu Danqing, is a year-old friend, and once drank and tasted crabs together in the building, and the gluttonous crab had a university question, and it had to be matched with the ten years of apricot blossom brewing in the street Lin Kee Wine Workshop, and the taste was ......"

"Eat, eat, you talk about ...... seriously"

"I will ...... next time"

There was a commotion on the long street by the lake, all urging.

Behind the crowd, two horses stopped beside the willow tree by the lake, and Ning Yuhe, who was wearing a hood, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the bustle downstairs in Yueyang.

Zhu Manzhi swallowed his saliva, very impatient with the noisy charlatans, and muttered on tiptoe:

"Let him continue, what's so beautiful about the beauty, where are the crabs interesting......"

Ning Yuhe shook his head and chuckled: "Mr. Storyteller took the money, and the place he said was not very good, it was expensive and not authentic, I know an old shop, I will take you there later." ”

Zhu Manzhi grinned: "Sister Daning is a monk who doesn't eat meat, and it's not interesting for me to eat alone, just remember Mr. Storyteller's words, and when I meet Xu Gongzi in the future, I will tell him again, Xu Gongzi will definitely be greedy." ”

"Ling'er doesn't seem to be greedy......"

"Who said that, Xu Gongzi and I went out for the first time and invited him to eat mutton in the basin, he was very happy to eat, and last time in the cellar, he wanted to grab my watermelon to eat, hum ~ ......"

Speaking of this, Zhu Manzhi frowned his little eyebrows again, and missed Xu Buling a little: "Sister Daning, where did Xiao Ning go?" I've been looking for half a month, and I still want to take Xiao Ning to Suzhou for a walk, and I won't be able to see the sea of flowers after the winter......"

Ning Yuhe sighed softly: "I've inquired with a few people who put the news, but I haven't seen Qingye, let's look for it again, if it really doesn't work, just find someone to fight and make a little mess, the wind spreads, and Qingye will naturally find it when I hear it......"

During the conversation, the storyteller outside Yueyang Tower finally got to the point, walked to the stage and solemnly raised the painting scroll:

“…… A few days ago, Xu Danqing was a guest in the house, and drank three altars of fine wine with our host, and he was so happy that he took out a pair of ink treasures......"

Zhu Manzhi hugged his little arm and said curiously: "Won't it be 'Zhaohong Yimei' again?" ”

Ning Yuhe shook his head: "It is estimated that it is early night." ”

"I think so."

Zhu Manzhi was about to say a few words, when he saw the storyteller on the high platform open the scroll, revealing a picture of a beautiful woman that had just been copied.

Between the yellow sand outlined by the ink and blue, a white camel leaves a series of footprints on the sand dunes, on the camel is a woman sitting sideways, covered with a gauze skirt, can only see that she is tall, the gauze skirt and the silk scarf on her head flutter with the wind, a pair of hooking eyes look at the sunset in the distance, just like a delicate flower that has just bloomed in the desert, the vast world, but it is difficult to hide this different style.

"Wow-"

"Whose ...... is this?"

"What is this place......

The young knights or rich sons under the high stage suddenly became noisy, seriously admiring the demeanor of the first 'Zhaohong Bakui', after all, this is the talk of the next few decades.

Zhu Manzhi stood on tiptoe and glanced at it from afar, slightly puzzled: "Who is this woman?" The painting doesn't look like Xiao Ning at all. It's kind of like ...... Resemble...... Kind of familiar......"

Ning Yuhe also frowned, looked at it for a long time, and tilted his head slightly:

"Seeing that she doesn't look like a woman in the Central Plains, when did Xu Danqing go to the Western Regions?"

Hearing this, Zhu Manzhi suddenly remembered something:

"Ahh I know, it's Zhongli's little fox, I saw it once in Chang'an......"

Ning Yuhe blinked: "It's Qingye's friend?" ”

"Yes, I'm so lucky~"

Zhu Manzhi glanced at it with some envy, and there was still a little unconvincing in his eyes.

Ning Yuhe pursed his lips and smiled, but he didn't say much, and after watching the excitement, he left Yueyang Tower with Zhu Manzhi.

There was still a lot of noise outside Yueyang Tower, and no one noticed the quiet departure of the former No. 1 beauty.

And at the top of the tall building, in the window of a side room, the man with an unsheathed iron sword hanging from his waist looked at the little girl on the long street who was leading the horse and chattering in front of Ning Yuhe.

The room was quiet, and there was a white-haired old man sitting next to the tea table, quietly reading a few letters in the book, and turning a deaf ear to the small fights below.

Knock Knock –

After a long time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the room, the door was pushed open, and Chang Shijian, who had just rushed over from Heicheng, had a slightly restrained face, and after closing the door, he raised his hand and saluted:

"Mr. Pei, I wish you a hero."

Mr. Pei raised his eyes, his expression was quite peaceful, and he said softly:

"Sit down."

Chang Shijian sat in the room and thought for a while: "The jade pendant of Prince Zuo of Northern Qi, I think Mr. Pei has already heard the news, and it is not good for me to do anything......"

Mr. Pei raised his hand and shook his head:

"Xu Buling has solved the lock dragon Gu, it is natural that you can't get the jade pendant back, and there is no need to blame yourself."

Chang Shijian sighed: "The four pieces of jade are indispensable, with what I saw that day, if I want to snatch the jade pendant from Xu Buling's hand, I am afraid that the landlord or Zhu Daxia will make a move......"

Next to the window, the contemporary sword saint Zhu Liu, who watched his daughter go away, tilted his head slightly to reveal the corner of his eye:

"I have no grievances with Xu Buling, and the sword is nameless."

Chang Shijian choked for a moment, nodded and smiled, and didn't say anything more.

Mr. Pei put down the letter and thought carefully:

"This matter is indisputable, the jade pendant is put in Xu Buling's hand first, and it is not too late to get it again if there is a chance in the future, go down to rest first, and then make plans after solving the Cao family."

Chang Shijian nodded seriously, got up and saluted the two seniors who fought the Eagle Tower again, and then retreated silently......