Han Jingyang's first reaction was to come to the wrong place.

It's so beautiful!

It's so exquisite!

It's so fun for life!

Living in this kind of place, there is no one to help take care of it, and you have to do it all yourself, including watering, you have to go to the mountain stream to fetch water.

Being able to grow so many vegetables and crops shows that the owner here is at least a hard-working and life-loving person.

This kind of person will be a murderer and treasure snatcher?

Unlikely!

But the growling canine certainly isn't looking for the wrong place.

Therefore, either the murderer is the owner of this place, a person who loves life but is also ruthless.

Either the murderer was just exposed or hidden here, or maybe the owner of the place didn't know about it.

Well, there are other possibilities as well.

But either way, be cautious.

If you are alone, you must not overturn.

Overturning in this kind of place, it is really called that the sky should not be called the ground is not working, and there is no one to help collect the corpse.

Ordinary people don't have acquaintances to lead the way, and they may not be able to find this place in their lifetime.

Han Jingyang took a deep breath and led the Howling Sky Dog to slowly approach.

The more I went inside, the more I felt that the owner of this place was elegant.

The simple set creates the feeling of changing the scenery step by step.

Walking to the gate of the courtyard and looking inside, it is another kind of scenery.

The spacious yard is like a small garden, full of flowers, red, yellow, white, powder, large and small, and arranged in a staggered manner, many but not complicated, miscellaneous but not messy, at a glance it is artificially cultivated and pruned out, but it gives people a very natural feeling, without the slightest awkwardness.

There are also butterflies and bees flying around among the flowers.

There are also two raccoon cats lying in the shade of the flowers and closing their eyes to recuperate, so comfortable.

Hearing his movements, one of the tanuki cats raised its head vigilantly and barked twice, "Meow~Meow~".

Then he heard a crisp female voice come out, "Little girl, what's wrong?" ”

Then, the door opened from the inside, and a little woman peeked out, about twenty years old, with a long braid, but wearing a light blue robe.

Hey?

Such a young little Kun Dao?

The strength is not weak?

This looks ...... It's a bit of a waste to hide in this deep mountain and old forest.

The figure is also good, slim and well-proportioned.

has the best temperament, elegant and quiet, like a quiet orchid blooming in the empty valley, so that he, who has several stunning beauties, can almost take his eyes off it.

It's so beautiful, it's beautiful.

Han Jingyang came back to his senses and coughed.

The little Taoist priest with braids hurriedly stood up straight, and asked vigilantly, "Who?" ”

Han Jingyang showed a bright smile, waved his hand, and greeted enthusiastically: "Hello little beauty, it is said that there are many beautiful people in Zhongnan Mountain, and sure enough, I didn't expect to meet a fairy." ”

The moment the braided saw Han Jingyang, his white and non-powdered face immediately turned red, and he subconsciously hid back in the door, only revealing half of his face and shouting: "You, who are you?" ”

"My name is Han Jingyang, I am a tourist from out of town, I got lost, and I came here by mistake," Han Jingyang continued to pretend, pretending to be a sunny and cheerful ordinary big boy: "I'm thirsty and tired now, can you let me rest my feet and drink some water?" ”

"You're a liar!"

"Huh?"

"You're also a cultivator, I can see that."

Han Jingyang was stunned.

Is this the stuffing?

Hey, I thought it was easier to deceive such a shy little girl who lived in the deep mountains and old forests.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that even such a little woman who would blush and hide shy when she saw him was so difficult to deceive.

and preconceived him for a liar.

But it doesn't matter.

Reach slowly.

As long as she's not a murderer.

That's right, murderer!

Since this little girl is a cultivator who is not weak, then her elders ...... Could it be the murderer?

Or have a relationship with the murderer?

Thinking of all kinds of possibilities, he took off the cheerful and sunny smile on his face and arched his hand: "The girl's eyes are like torches, and she admires me, even I can see such a little bit of Taoism." ”

Twist braid snorted lightly: "Don't try to lie to me, I'm very powerful." ”

"It's really amazing," Han Jingyang said as he pushed the door in: "But I didn't lie to you, I was really thirsty and tired and wanted to find a place to rest and drink some water, and I asked about something." ”

"Don't come in!"

"Why?"

"I, my master won't let me."

"Where is your master? I told him. ”

"My Master......"

At this time, an old Kun Dao, who looked to be in his sixties, walked out, his soft gaze stayed on Han Jingyang for a moment, and he saluted: "Long admired the name, Mr. Xiao Han, please inside." ”

Twist braid was stunned: "Master? ”

Lao Kundao touched the braided head dotingly: "Go boil some water and make some astragalus tea." ”

"Huh?"

"Go."

"Oh," Twist Braid ran to the kitchen with a reluctant face, but after entering the door, he grimaced at Han Jingyang again, and then quickly closed the kitchen door.

Han Jingyang couldn't help but chuckle, such a simple and straightforward little girl is rare in the city.

The little girls in the city know everything when they are in their teens, and when they are about twenty years old, they are no different from adults in other aspects except for their immature thinking, and their speech and behavior are even more mature than adults.

This little girl with braids is the complete opposite, she is old, but she still looks like an innocent child, without the slightest impurity.

It's so lovely.

The kind of love without impurities.

See the love of beautiful flowers.

Pure, simple, and from the heart.

Lao Kundao took the initiative to introduce: "That's my adopted daughter Hua Zhenzhen, she is not a monk, she is not a Taoist, but she has also learned a little about health preservation with me, and she is barely a cultivator." ”

Han Jingyang arched his hand: "Flower, eh, the real girl is innocent and cute, and she is worthy of being the proud daughter of heaven raised in a blessed land like Zhongnan Mountain." ”

Lao Kundao smiled slightly: "Mr. Xiao Han, please in the house." ”

"I'm sorry."

"You're welcome, please."

Han Jingyang naturally won't be polite.

Although the suspicion that Lao Kundao is the murderer is ruled out, it is also more certain that Lao Kundao must know the murderer, and even had direct contact with the murderer.

First of all, Lao Kun Dao is not a weak cultivator, the Qi in his body is not worse than Zhang Zhiyang, or even more refined, and there are at least three magic weapons on his body, and his combat effectiveness is quite guaranteed, and it will not be reduced too much due to aging.

Secondly, Lao Kundao knows him, and he must not only have heard of his name, but also know his deeds, otherwise it would definitely not be this attitude and tone.

In the end, it was the reaction of the roaring dog, seeing Lao Kun Dao, the reaction of the roaring dog was much stronger, and he kept whining at Lao Kundao.

Door.

The howling dog reacted even more violently, barking at a futon in the corner.

What does it mean?

The murderer is a futon?

No!

The murderer has been here, and he has used this futon.

Have you used it before?

Or did the killer just leave?

I've used it before, so I won't talk about it.

If the murderer came after killing Zhang Fazhong, it is inferred from the time and distance that the murderer used the futon for no more than half an hour.

Thinking of this, he stared at Lao Kundao and asked word by word: "Who came just now?" ”