In the big courtyard of the Tiejia family in Jinan Prefecture, there is a small pool, lotus leaves, lotus flowers, and schools of fish, which is a small world.

It was by this pool, a bowl-sized hole, that every night or heavy rain, there was a sound of croaking from afar, making the little girl not want to sleep.

Finally, one day, the little girl who had been noisy all night, waiting for her parents to go out in the morning, angrily carried a small shovel, dug the hole to the ground, and found a toad the size of a sea bowl.

Seeing the big toad in a pool of clear water, dark yellow and dotted with black spots, the little girl was overjoyed, drooling, and ran to the kitchen with a hind leg, about to stew a pot of chicken porridge.

Poor Wei Lao Toad, who was not enlightened, was almost stewed as a field chicken, but fortunately, Tie Ningmei, who woke up, came to the kitchen, saw Tie Lingshuang, who was holding a bamboo brush and kept poking the big toad's mouth, and stepped forward.

"Frost, what are you going to do?"

"Cook porridge, field chicken porridge, don't give you drink. ”

... ...

"No, Frost. ”

"What's wrong?"

"This is, toad. ”

"Smack"

The little girl raised her hand and threw the toad out, and quickly washed her hands, looked at the big toad that fell to the ground and twitched, pouted, and was about to kick it, but was gently pulled by the little hand,

"It eats mosquitoes, and there are no small insects around our lotus pond, so it must be its credit. ”

pressed the old Wei toad, who had lost half his life, to the bottom of the hole, and filled in the excavated soil indiscriminately, and at the end, Tie Lingshuang was still jumping and jumping on the compacted mud.

Hearing Wei Lao finish saying with a smile, Qi Chen wiped the sweat on his head, looked at Tie Lingshuang, who seemed to be a little ashamed, shook his head and sighed, sure enough, this is his nature.

Xiao Ya also bent her eyes, covered her small mouth, and looked at Tie Lingshuang who lowered her head and chuckled.

After sighing for a while, Tie Lingshuang looked at the pale beard on his face and asked softly,

"You shouldn't have opened your spiritual wisdom in the first place, it's only been more than ten years, how can you survive the Purple Thunder Tribulation?

Wei Lao shook his head,

"I couldn't open my mind, I was about to die of old age, and then I got the opportunity to come all the way to Jinling. ”

Seeing that he said vaguely, Tie Lingshuang didn't ask anymore, and bowed down, not knowing whether to make amends or be grateful, Wei Lao laughed,

"Don't be too anxious, check with peace of mind, Miss Ningmei is a kind-hearted person, and the blessing must be profound. ”

Pouted, she is kind-hearted, I almost cooked you, you must be a person with an evil heart, Tie Lingshuang snorted lightly, and went out of the yard, Xiao Ya and Qi Chen hurriedly chased after her, and the old laughter sounded in the small courtyard.

The sun is in the middle of the day.

The three of them walked slowly on the banks of the Qinhuai River, Xiao Ya was not at ease, for fear that Tie Lingshuang would come out of Jinling and never see him again, panting and following behind, although Tie Lingshuang was in a hurry, he had to slow down.

Tie Lingshuang kept thinking along the way, if the information on the note was true, the jade holder himself was from southern Xinjiang, and Peng Xinglai of Penglai Immortal Sect was driven out of southern Xinjiang, then it should also be an immortal who could drive him out, it seems that there is also a fight between these self-righteous immortals.

Now that I think about it, the arrangements for the hidden guards to be on the side of Jinling City must have been prepared, and Zhong Lijiu must be trying to find the information of the immortals in Southern Xinjiang through the line of the jade holder.

Thinking of this, Tie Lingshuang couldn't help frowning, Zhong Lijiu, who was originally a person from the inner gate of Qingcheng, was said to have betrayed the sect, why did he join the hidden guard? Why did he chase after the immortals? Also, why did he have anything to do with the Tie family?

His face gradually darkened, Tie Lingshuang suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed tightly, if Ning Mei had something to do with the immortals in Southern Xinjiang, he might still be in the devil, if he found it, Zhong Lijiu wanted to kill him, what should he do? Even if he didn't kill him, if he was locked in this Jinling City like himself, what would he do?

Half a ring, Tie Lingshuang looked up at the southern sky, and let out a sigh of relief, five years in Qingcheng, five years in Jinling, it seems that the time is gone, just leave when you find the information, leave this Jinling City, the world is very big, since you can persist from the internal strength to the present, there must be a way, and there is a chance to let yourself reach the peak realm.

Qi Chen watched Tie Lingshuang's face recover from gloomy and calm to stoic and calm, probably guessed what she was thinking, glanced at Xiao Ya, who was panting beside her, and asked in a low voice,

"Are you really leaving?"

Reaching out to pull Xiao Ya who was standing behind her, Tie Lingshuang looked at her face flushed, looked at herself worriedly, and said softly,

"I will come back in the future, Zhu Di, the old bald donkey and the drunkard are all in Jinling, I will come back to you when I find my sister." ”

Seeing the little girl's eyes red and her head lowered, Qi Chen sighed, and heard it clearly in Jiming Temple, there was a sister named Tie Ningmei on this tigress, no wonder she was crying and laughing. Thinking about it, she hasn't had any news of her sister in the past ten years, and now she suddenly got a trace, she must be traced, and no one can stop her, but this time she left, it was not so easy to come back.

No. 48 Confucius Temple, the small door is closed, and the plaque reads: flowers, birds, fish and insects.

Qi Chen looked back at the treasure pavilion on the opposite side, where the gate was also closed and sealed, and shouted in surprise,

"It's on the other side, that's too coincidental, isn't it?"

It is indeed a coincidence that when Tie Lingshuang saw No. 48 A of Confucius Temple, he had already noticed that the odd number of shops in Confucius Temple was on one side of the road, and the even number was on the other side, and forty-seven and forty-eight were door-to-door. Zhou Yunhe, the owner of the Treasure Pavilion who was killed by the sword-lifting man last time, was on the opposite side of Jia No. 47.

The four words "flowers, birds, fish and insects" of Your Excellency Hidden Treasure are the same as the name of this shop, and Zhou Yunhe often ridicules the owner of this flower, bird, fish and insect shop, thinking of the pair of ruthless snake eyes of the jade holder, this kind of person will be retribution, now Xianshan may have everything, before leaving, kill this Zhou Yunhe?

The sword cut off the words "flowers, birds, fish and insects", although he was a little suspicious of this small shop at the time, but he didn't track it down, that Zhongli Jiu was able to determine the identity of the jade holder so quickly, I thought that he was chasing this clue to find here, and he really didn't let go of any clues.

Now that I think about it, I have been looking for lotus flowers in Jinling City in the past few days, and I am chasing black Jiao, most of them are just little mice that have been released, tearing open a corner of the world, Zhong Lijiu's house has already drilled into the gap to find out clearly.

Tie Lingshuang snorted coldly, raised his hand and patted the door panel, with a soft click, the door plug inside broke, and gently pushed the door open, and a faint dust mixed with a faint fragrance came to his face.

Pulling Xiaoya back two steps, frowning and sniffing lightly, the faint fragrance smelled refreshing, slightly chilled, and there was no discomfort in the body, it seemed non-toxic.

Qi Chen raised his hand and waved away the dust at the end of his nose, and asked in a low voice,

"Do you need to call Zheng Sanguan to come over?"

Shaking his head, this jade holder is the realm of the Daomen Vientiane, if such a realm has the intention to hide among the people, there is no need to think about it, and these people who don't know kung fu don't want to find a trace.

When the smoke and dust drifted down, Tie Lingshuang stepped into the door first, the room was empty, there was nothing on the shelves around it, there was an old pear blossom table in the middle of the room, and the back door was also quite old and tightly closed.

The old pear blossom wood is yellow and red, the small cracks are black like scars, and there is a painting on the table, an inkstone and a brush in one corner, and a few yellow books are neatly stacked in one corner.

Looking around, there was no obvious trace, the three of them walked to the table, Tie Lingshuang looked down, the paper on the table was spread out, the ink was flying, outlining the rolling sea of clouds, and there was a towering mountain floating in the clouds, on which the word "Penglai" was impressively engraved.

A high tower on the top of the big mountain, a few figures faintly in the highest floor, the fairy spirit is curling, as if drinking wine, a few dragons under the tower toss and turn, several phoenixes shake their heads and tails, all are a flattering form, the dignified nine days dragon and phoenix have become a laughing and dancing girl.

What a group of bastards, Tie Lingshuang had a gloomy face, Zhongli Jiu had already found out the information of this immortal, the big war was just around the corner, he was going to go to Yunnan, and he missed this big war, thinking about it now, he was quite unwilling.

Qi Chen looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the desktop with a confused face, he hadn't read a book for a few days, and he was really not interested in these qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, ink, paper, and inkstone, and whispered to Tie Lingshuang,

"You're looking here, I'll go to the backyard and have a look. ”

Seeing that Tie Lingshuang was just staring at the picture intently, he ignored himself, shook his head, walked to the side by himself, pushed open the small door, and went to check the backyard.

After staring at the picture for a while, the paper was old, the ink was new, it was painted in the last few days, and I could smell the cold smell of ink, but I couldn't find any other information.

Tie Lingshuang looked at a few books on the corner of the table, and reached out to open one, there were only a few lines of sparse small characters on each page, recording the daily sales records in the small store. Flipping through it quickly, I came across a place surrounded by heavy black ink, but I only stayed slightly, and in less than half a moment, I put down the account book and closed my eyes to think.

In the place that was deliberately fenced, there were a total of three names, Quan Jinshui, Xu He, and Cheng Kaishan.

Quanjinshui is Fengjin, Xu He went to press the pen, these two people and the shopkeeper of flowers, birds, fish and insects, Yu Dumu, are all under the hands of Penglai Xianzong, the Quanjinshui comes a lot, and they will patronize it once in ten days and a half months, and they will buy one or two paintings every time, spending a lot, as little as a few thousand taels, and as many as tens of thousands of taels, but I don't know if it is voluntary or forced.

Xu He also frequented this small shop, thinking that he was a poor literati, much more stingy than Quan Jinshui, it was a record of a few pennies, shabby and terrible, he should just come to deliver the news.

The last one is more strange, Cheng Kaishan, who died on the Xianhe Gate, belonged to the Fifth Military Battalion, and he was also Zhu Di's pro-army, and he had been stationed at the Xianhe Gate for ten years.

The city gate is the emperor's door, and he has always only sent his cronies to guard his home, in order to prevent these gatekeepers from cultivating their own forces, they also rotate on time, as short as one year, as long as three years, and a person will basically not be stationed at one city gate for ten years, so as to protect the safety of the imperial city as much as possible.

This Cheng Kaishan has been the guard of Xianhemen for ten consecutive years, the rebel Zhu Di is a perennial sword soldier, and he is personally trained by the famous general of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, so he will not be unaware of the risks, so it is too unreasonable to let himself go.

And this Cheng Kaishan, as a jade slave, also clearly knew that there were monsters around him, and he was about to be bewitched by the jade holder, and he didn't know that the day when the monsters under his feet were attacked, it was when he died.

However, why is he, unlike the other two jade slaves, the jade bearer did not hide his identity from him, and yesterday on the Crane Gate, when he asked about the soles of his feet, his already softened attitude obviously hardened again, which is even more strange.

The emperor rarely interferes in the specific matters of the hidden guard, and he will not pay attention to these jade slaves who will most of them die, Zhu Di let Cheng Kaishan go, maybe it has nothing to do with the affairs of the immortals, Cheng Kaishan seems to be just a chess piece, and the person who controls this chess piece should not be Zhu Di.

Sneered, Tie Lingshuang's face was disdainful, this person is probably also surnamed Zhu, hmph, whatever mess up your Zhu family, there is only one dragon chair, fighting for it, and you can't escape the broken mountains and rivers.

"Look at this thing. ”

Tilting his head slightly, Qi Chen came in through the back door, frowning and holding a fist-sized glass ball, the glass ball was covered with green light, and the rich fragrance wafted over, making people chill when they smelled.

Tie Lingshuang was startled, leaned over and glanced at the painting on the table, there was a faint green light in the ink, and he stretched out his hand to pull Xiao Ya back two steps, flew forward, and picked up the glass ball with one shot.

The glass ball stayed on the blade of the gun and didn't move, Tie Lingshuang breathed a sigh of relief, looked Qi Chen up and down, looked at him staring at himself blankly, and sneered,

"If you had seen blood, you would have turned into a puddle of green water by now. ”

Qi Chen's sweat and hair rose all over his body, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't dare to wipe it, he glanced at his right hand, which was often shocked in the past few days, but fortunately, there was a scar, no blood flowed out, and he felt that he walked around the door of the Yama Hall again.

"Go and rinse your hands with water, don't bleed. ”

Qi Chen turned around and was about to go back to the backyard, thought about it, smiled awkwardly at Tie Lingshuang, and rushed out.

How difficult the future is, this person is in the hidden guard, if he is not swallowed by monsters, he will be poisoned to death, Tie Lingshuang shook his head, the tip of the gun stretched out, and gently put the glass ball on the table, Xiao Ya ran behind her around the table, and stared at the glass ball.

"You're here, don't go near the ball, I'll take a look at the back. ”

Patting Xiaoya, Tie Lingshuang turned around and walked to the back door, an empty courtyard, a small room next to it, no windows, and a small door open.

Tie Lingshuang walked in, the fragrance was strong, the room was dim, the walls were painted black, and there was a half-human high stone pillar erected in the middle of the hut, with a thigh thickness and a slight depression in the middle, Tie Lingshuang nodded slightly, turned around and walked out.

Shaking the water trail on his hand, he was far away from the table, looking at the glass ball, and seeing Tie Lingshuang coming in, Qi Chen took two steps forward and asked with palpitations,

"What is this?"

"Don't touch the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, it should be poisonous. ”

Tie Lingshuang stared at the fist-sized ball, this was not a glass fired from sand, but an amber formed by the solidification of resin, which itself should be transparent and yellowish, but now it was slightly emitting a green glow.

Walked to the table, closed his breath, didn't smell the cold fragrance, squinted his slender phoenix eyes and looked carefully, and vaguely saw the fine lines in the glass, criss-crossed, dense, nodded, sure enough, it was from southern Xinjiang, this is a moth corpse Gu.

The moth, extremely subtle, invisible to the naked eye, lives and dies at night. There are wizards in southern Xinjiang, mixed with corpse oil with yin peach resin, raising moths to become moths corpse Gu, there is only one female Gu, which can grow to the size of one inch, and the rest are male Gu, not afraid of water and fire, full of fluorescent green, extremely poisonous, the body is cold and fragrant like musk, where it passes, people and animals are all a piece of green water.

Similar to the bone bird, the moth corpse Gu can also transmit messages, if the corpse oil is used to paint, hundreds of millions of male Gu are attached to its table, this group of moths will remember the appearance, and they can fly to the side of the female Gu thousands of miles away, only need a piece of paper covered with blood, and the moth corpse Gu can be attached to it, showing the appearance of calligraphy and painting.

There are no moths in this ball, those glowing green rays are just fine dust on the surface of the moth's body, it seems that these moths have been released, Tie Lingshuang shook his head, stretched out his spear, pushed the glass ball aside, and stared carefully at the painting on the table.

It seems that the ink of this painting is mixed with the corpse oil commonly used by wizards in southern Xinjiang, attracting moths to cling to it, leaving behind these green dusts, then this painting is the message that Du Mu wants to convey.

Qi Chen shook his head, he ran to the hidden guard to find death, maybe he didn't die under the sword one day, he was bitten to death by a small insect, seeing that Tie Lingshuang had been holding that picture, he couldn't help but complain,

"Is there any message in this tiger-like cloud?"

Tie Lingshuang straightened up, took two steps back and looked, sure enough, the sea of clouds was churning, vaguely a tiger descending the mountain, on the back of the tiger, carrying a big mountain, Penglai.

With a clear mind, he took a few steps back, squinted his eyes and looked, the ink that he thought was scattered became clearer, and the slightly thicker seemed to be tiger stripes.

But standing a few steps away, each tiger stripe is also different in length, different shapes, some like a dragon, some like a fox, as well as lotus, leaves, mice and centipede appearance, the more you look at it, the more frightened, carefully counted, tiger stripes thirty-two, each shape is different, and the word "king" in the middle of the tiger's head below, actually faintly seems to be a crane.

Thirty-two demons, plus the crane on the forehead, a total of thirty-three, are all hidden in this painting, and passed on as a message, is this jade holder going to show this immortal mountain?

It is said that the fairy mountain is in Qixia Mountain, the left dragon and the right tiger in Qixia Mountain, Tiger Mountain, it seems that this Penglai should be hidden in Tiger Mountain. Tie Lingshuang bowed slightly, this painting faintly depicts the location of the fairy mountain and the demons clearly, and it is indeed worthy of being a jade holder from southern Xinjiang.

However, why did he sacrifice this immortal mountain? Is it because Peng Xinglai chose the little monk as his heir? Or did he vote for Peng Xinglaimen, originally prepared to do so? It seems that the problem lies in southern Xinjiang.

Tie Lingshuang was about to step forward, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the blank space in the upper left corner of the paper, which was also flashing with a thin green light, and took two steps forward, the green light suddenly disappeared, frowning and slowly retreating, until he retreated to the wall, it was only a vague appearance.

Tie Lingshuang shouted to Qi Chen,

"Close the door. ”

Qi Chen nodded, ran to close the door, walked to Tie Lingshuang's side, and squinted his eyes to look at the painting, sure enough, he found the fluorescent green light on the paper, and also saw a few lines of small characters in the upper left corner of the picture, squinted his eyes, and struggled to distinguish it:

If Brother Ge wants to get this mountain, he needs to exchange it for a peacock girl.

Qi Chen scratched his head and muttered in a low voice,

"Peacock Girl?"

As soon as the voice came out, the killing intent around him rushed straight in.