"One tail incense...... I know. ”

Ye Ling looked at it in his heart, the boss of this tail incense was seriously suspicious.

If no one in the mansion notices that this boss is leaving, it means that this boss is either an invisible ghost or a martial artist who has mastered the arts.

In short, not a good person.

Before using a spell to appease the little maid to sleep, Ye Ling also asked her about the origin of the boss of Yiwei Xiang.

The little maid just shook her head, saying that this boss was very mysterious, and there were no shops in the city.

The strange rouge box in Ye Ling's hand was a product of a tail of incense.

After finding out these things, Ye Ling returned to Mrs. Zhang's Rouge Pavilion.

In addition to countless rouge gouaches, there are also hundreds of manuscripts written by the lady herself.

These manuscripts are divided into two parts, one part is the use of the lady's own collation, which is scribbled by herself, and the content is also for her own reading.

The other part is the handsome pen style of Juan Xiu, which is a propaganda manuscript for the merchants to print.

From a stack of manuscripts that were almost soaked in a pool of blood, Ye Ling found a manuscript about the Yiwei incense firm.

[A tail of incense new rouge "breeze drunk", delicate tail note, indifferent aroma, some sisters, asked me, mentioned its color is not bright enough, don't worry, try more, buy some different products, try more. 】

To be honest, if Mrs. Zhang's writing was limited to this extent, Ye Ling felt that it would be difficult for her to succeed.

He flipped through some of the papers he had written to other firms.

Although she is not as good as a great writer, this Mrs. Zhang is definitely a talented woman.

"No...... right"

But when he read the manuscript about Yiwei Xiang in his hand for the second time, Ye Ling found a clue.

"If there is a problem with a tail of incense, don't buy ......"

This time, Ye Ling took the first word in the manuscript and found that this article was actually a hidden head!

So he continued reading.

The last few sentences are not very important.

After knowing the two paragraphs, Ye Ling once again found that Mrs. Zhang once again left a hidden head message.

After connecting them, it is written, "People are in the Valley of Dead Leaves." ”

Withered Leaf Valley......

This place, Ye Ling had never heard of.

This was the reason why he wanted his disciples to come to Nanping Town with him, and he needed a guide who could be completely trusted.

However, now thinking of Zhang Wenfeng, Ye Ling couldn't help but feel bored.

Zhang Yuanwai is Zhang Wenfeng's father.

The cold corpse lying on the ground is the mother who has cared for him since he was a child......

For a moment, he didn't know what expression to use to face his disciple.

Subconsciously checked the vermilion pill on his sleeve.

This is Ye Ling's usual tranquilizing elixir.

He felt like he was going to use it again.

"Young Master back home!"

An announcement resounded through the mansion.

Originally, in order to welcome the young master and the great sect master, the mansion was specially hung with red silk, which looked like it was the New Year.

Now that the young master has returned home, he happened to see the scene of red silk for white silk.

When you think about it, everyone feels very sad.

Everyone was afraid that the young master would cry bitterly as soon as he entered the door, crying like Zhang Yuanwai, and collapsed on the ground like mud.

Or, the young master is a martial arts cultivator, in case he can't think about it for a while......

"Wen Feng. Ye Ling came to the door of the mansion and said lightly.

"Sect Master. ”

What everyone didn't expect was that when Young Master Zhang heard the bad news, he actually bowed respectfully to Ye Ling.

From the looks of it, there was no smile on his face, and there was no sadness.

"Murderer...... Is there a clue?" he asked in a deep voice.

Ye Ling nodded, "Well, this place in the Dead Leaf Valley, do you know it?"

Zhang Wenfeng breathed a long sigh of relief, his chest trembled slightly, and then said: "Out of the city, it is the Changze Great Lake where the Fire Phoenix Pavilion is located, running through the Great Lake, all the way to the south, which is the Dry Leaf Valley you said. ”

"You take me there. ”

"Disciple, obey. Zhang Wenfeng gave up his hand again and got back on his horse.

At this time, the people who came to watch at the gate of the house began to complain.

"This little master of the Zhang family, when he was a child, his family loved him and gave him the best in everything, but now that his mother has been killed, he doesn't have a single tear!"

"It's not, it is estimated that the identity is different now, and when he enters the Tianyan Palace, he is the future immortal, and he can't look down on his parents. ”

The samurai's ear power is excellent.

Ye Ling gave Xiao Ya a look.

Xiao Ya nodded, and her robe flicked, instantly releasing a necromantic power.

Unlike the holy light she most often uses, the power of the necromancy, like a hundred feet of ice, can freeze people's hearts.

In an instant, the long-tongued women at the door trembled and left.

"It's wicked. ”

"One is that his mother has a spirit in the sky and thinks that the child is not filial!"

............

Galloping out of the mansion all the way, everyone bypassed Changze Lake and did not disturb the Fire Phoenix Pavilion.

"Sect Master, let my family's affairs delay the trip, Wen Feng is ashamed. Zhang Wenfeng said.

"Where, your own affairs, you have to take care of them. Ye Ling replied, "Besides, I always feel that the Fire Phoenix Pavilion has something to do with this matter. ”

"Do you mean that Han Mou? Probably not, the name Han Mou sounds like a man. ”

Ye Ling informed Zhang Wenfeng of the matter of the Fire Phoenix Pavilion in advance.

The so-called employment is not suspicious, and suspects are not needed, this operation, just the three of them, Ye Ling hid from his disciples, but made him feel estranged.

"There is no law in the world that stipulates that a woman cannot be called Han Mou, these two people are the same, and it is not impossible. ”

As Ye Ling was talking, the three of them had already arrived at the border of the Dead Leaf Valley.

Zhang Wenfeng suddenly stopped his horse.

Not long after, Ye Ling and Garcia's horses also suddenly stopped.

Ye Ling was a temporarily borrowed horse from the Yuanwai Mansion, while the other two were riding strong horses from Aoxue City.

Generally speaking, even in the military formation, strong horses will not be afraid and move forward bravely.

But somehow, in front of such a mountain forest, they suddenly stopped, no matter how they drove away, they died and did not move forward.

This is an ancient battlefield, when the Hong Yuan Dynasty first opened, 40,000 soldiers, once here, and the demon tribe at that time, "fear bones", had a tragic battle.

There was no winner in this battle, and 40,000 soldiers were finally killed along with the demon tribe, and none of them survived.

To this day, if you stand in this place, listen carefully to the wind in the valley.

You can clearly hear the sound of shouting and killing one after another, coming from the wind.

No wonder Ye Ling didn't feel any evil spirit, but the horses were reluctant to move forward.

What stood in their way was the mighty battle intent of 40,000 heroic spirits!

"What kind of rouge should be made in such a place?" Ye Ling muttered to himself mockingly.

As soon as the words fell, I could only hear a muffled sound around me.

"Wen Feng?"

Zhang Wenfeng wanted to get off the horse, but he tripped over the stirrup and fell to the ground.

An elite disciple could not have made such a mistake.

Ye Ling and Garcia were in a twitch in their hearts, and they went up to help him at the same time.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Zhang Wenfeng quickly got up, "Let's go in." ”