Xie Xiaofeng looked in the direction that Murong Hongxiu pointed, and there was a tributary close to Yanguan, neither wide nor narrow.

As far as the eye can see, on the banks on both sides of the tributaries, clusters of lush reeds grow.

There are also many unknown weeds in the middle of the river, floating on the surface of the river.

If you don't look closely, you won't even be able to tell that this is actually a tributary.

Murong Hongxiu, who has been smart and clever since childhood, said, "This is a prosperous area of the Jiangnan River, but this tributary is still full of reeds, not only do there be no ships docked, but the whole environment is a little sloppy, don't you think it's very strange?" ”

After listening to Murong Hongxiu's words, Xie Xiaofeng's expression moved, could it be that there is something in this tributary?

Then asked Shen Yifei to prop the boat there.

This tributary is really difficult to walk, the reeds are thick, and the river surface is even more floating weeds.

About half a pillar of incense kung fu, not far away was covered by a reed, there was a small pier, which appeared in the eyes of everyone.

When I got closer, I found that there was a thatched hut not far from the small pier.

Such a thatched hut was built in such a hidden place, and no one believed it if it was not strange.

There must be something quirky!

Moreover, if it weren't for Murong Hongxiu's meticulous observation, it would be difficult to find this tributary at his feet, and if he didn't find this tributary at his feet, how would he find this small wharf and the thatched houses on the shore.

So, Xie Xiaofeng and his entourage docked the boat, tied the reins, and went ashore. Then, walk towards the thatched hut.

When it got closer, it was the whole picture of the thatched house, which was extremely simple, dilapidated, and not like it was inhabited at all, but Xie Xiaofeng was thoughtful.

Tang Hui took a closer look, but didn't see any clues, and muttered, "It's so dilapidated, it should be a temporary residence for fishermen after fishing, what's suspicious about this." ”

Xie Xiaofeng doesn't think so, there must be demons when things go wrong, this sentence is applicable to this thatched house, and it is so shabby, is it to cover up something?

Xie Xiaofeng stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after waiting for a while, no one responded, so he pushed the door straight in.

I found that although the outside of the house was dilapidated, the inside of the house was neat and clean, the tables, chairs and beds were neatly placed, and there was little dust on the ground, as if someone often cleaned and cleaned up, but inside and outside the house, no other people were found, and no footprints were found.

However, looking at the house for a week, judging from the placement of various furniture, Xie Xiaofeng speculated that the owner of this thatched house should not have left for too long, but he didn't know if he had something to do temporarily, left temporarily, or got some news, and knew that he was coming, so he hurriedly fled in a hurry.

Xie Xiaofeng immediately said, "There must be something strange in this house, let's look for it, there should be any clues." ”

Everyone nodded and began to search carefully in the house, but they searched through the tables, chairs, beds, and all corners of the room, and found no clues, so they couldn't help frowning.

The inside of this house is really too clean, and the things in the house are very ordinary, and there is nothing strange about it. Xie Xiaofeng thought about it, it was very much like doing it on purpose.

But Murong Hongxiu came outside the house, she thought to herself, it was easy to clean up the traces inside the house, but there was a lot of dirt outside the house, which was very troublesome, maybe there would be clues. She looked at it for a while, and suddenly found that the dirt under her feet was black soil!

Murong Hongxiu was thoughtful, and immediately knew that there must be clues to this black soil.

Generally speaking, there is more red soil in the south of the Yangtze River, and black soil is only available in the north, so what is going on with this black soil?

And, there is only this piece of dirt nearby, and the color is black!

It's very eye-catching.

Immediately, the jade fingers were stained with a little soil, and he came to his nose to smell it, and then, his eyebrows frowned slightly, which ...... Got a burning smell?

Murong Hongxiu's beautiful eyes lit up, this discovery was amazing, although the soil was trampled and leveled, but through the smell of scorching soil, someone must have burned something here, so it caused the soil to turn black.

Murong Hongxiu immediately called Xie Xiaofeng and the others to come over quickly.

"Childe, come and take a look at this."

When Xie Xiaofeng heard this, he hurriedly went over to take a look, he was also a smart person, and he knew that this soil must be strange, so he dug it open, only to see that it was the ashes of some paper after it had been burned.

Some of them have not been completely burned out, Xie Xiaofeng picked them up and looked at them, they were just corners, but through the scraps of paper, he inferred that this was the manuscript paper on which the letter was written.

Therefore, these burned letters should be extremely important.

Then, I recalled the letters in the Zhang family's secret room, and I don't know if there is any connection between the two.

Xie Xiaofeng thought about it, carefully cut open the ashes, and saw if there was a letter with handwriting, which had not yet been burned, and after a while, it was indeed found.

Although the owner of the thatched hut, who did not know the face of Lushan, was meticulous and wiped out all the horse's feet, he was in a hurry, perhaps in a hurry, and in a hurry, before checking whether the letter was burned, he shoveled soil to cover it.

Xie Xiaofeng found a half-burned letter paper, and on the paper, these words were written.

"Purple ...... Color Sail ...... Peach Blossom ......"

After Xie Xiaofeng read it, his brows furrowed slightly, with these words, even if he was very intelligent, it was difficult to have a clue.

And although Murong Hongxiu has never forgotten it, combined with the letters of the Zhang family, there is nothing to be done, and the original meaning of these words cannot be deduced.

And Shen Yifei and Tang Hui, naturally don't say much, the brain-consuming thing is not to kill people, they are not good at it.

It's really head-on-top.

When everyone was puzzled, suddenly a figure swept by, like a gust of wind, unable to see the figure clearly, and went straight to the hut.

As a killer, Shen Yifei was the first to react, shouted "what person", and then stepped out, struck straight forward with a palm, and suddenly the air exploded, and a palm print made of internal force instantly blasted away, heading straight for the uninvited guest.

But unexpectedly, the man slapped his backhand and took it easily.

Everyone was amazed.

It must be known that Shen Yifei carries a 300-pound iron sword on his back and wields it freely, which shows that he is not only born with divine power, but also has extremely profound internal strength, which is rare in the world.

Especially in the battle with the green roof that day, he only used two floors of less than internal force to defeat the green ying.

And this time, he didn't know the depth of the comer, and he didn't want to take his life with one move, so he only used three layers of internal force, but the other party took it, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

After the man took Shen Yifei's palm, his figure retreated a few feet, and it was not until this time that everyone saw clearly that this person was actually a woman, dressed in sackcloth, very simple, but with a fair face, a delicate face, bright eyes and bright teeth, worthy of the word beauty.

And how could Shen Yifei ever pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?

The wind was born under his feet, as fast as lightning, and went straight to the Mai woman. The latter's beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, his steps were like ghosts, and his body was offset, avoiding Shen Yifei's palm.

Shen Yifei snorted coldly, drew his sword and swept across the thousands of troops, while the sackclothed woman's waist was soft, and she leaned back, and the three-foot iron sword swept just an inch in front of the tip of the sackcloth woman's nose.