Zhao Dieniang laughed softly, and her laughter was like a dancing butterfly, lingering around the beam for a long time.

Ning Xiaoxiang smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked out of the hall. A night of wind and rain, the ground was red and messy, grinding like dust. Twenty years ago, the singing and dancing people who were brilliant for a while are finally old, and their beautiful and tactful voices have not changed, but they have lost a bit of lively brightness.

"Regarding the matter of the eldest princess, the adults should ask the Hou Ye and the people in the mansion who are. Zhao Dieniang's laughter stopped, "An'er and I only came to Jiankang last month, what are you looking for us to do?"

"Mrs. Zhao, forgive me. Ning Xiaoxiang said unhurriedly, "The death of the eldest princess is very important, and all the people related to the Hou Mansion, including the relatives and friends of the Hou Lord, and the original clan, must be pursued and investigated one by one, not deliberately targeting Mrs. and Prince Ling." ”

Zhao Dieniang was silent for a while, and said, "What Tianluo Wei wants to investigate, how can we refuse?"

"Thank you Madame for your understanding, then let's get started. Ning Xiaoxiang put down the teacup and asked Wen Yan, "What year did Madame leave Jiankang?"

"Fourteen years ago, that is, the thirty-third year of King Jin Ming......"

When Zhi Jia Zhen walked into Fengyi Garden, Ning Xiaoxiang turned his head as if he had noticed something, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"An'er, this is Lord Ning arrested by Tianluowei, he has something to ask our mother and son, it is about the death of the eldest princess of Huayang. You must answer truthfully and do not conceal it. Zhao Dieniang said meaningfully.

"Shizi. ”

"Lord Ning. ”

The moment the two looked at each other, the eight-winged golden cicada in the True Divine Consciousness of Zhi Hunt screamed in a low voice, and his steps froze, and his heart shook violently.

Although the two sides are not similar in height, fat and thin, the eight-winged golden cicada is spiritual, pointing directly to the essence of the soul, and distinguishing the other party from the mysterious spiritual power level.

Ning Xiaoxiang's eyes fell on the left foot of the young man's step, although it was only half a breath and slow, but it was enough to glimpse the waves in the young man's heart.

Was it recognized? Ning Xiaoxiang was also shocked.

"Shizi seems to be in poor spirits, could it be that the wind and rain were high last night, and he was a little cold?" Ning Xiaoxiang simply deliberately beat to test the other party.

"Not really. Zhi Jia Zhen glanced at Ning Xiaoxiang deeply, "It's just that there is a wild cat barking in the middle of the night, disturbing people's dreams." ”

"Night owls are noisy, most likely there are rats stealing things. Ning Xiaoxiang smiled, the other party must have recognized him. However, this is the biggest flaw! Just ask a young man who has lived in a remote mountain village for 11 years, no matter how good his talent is, how can he be able to see through the great method of changing the pulse and bones that he has cultivated for ten years? And the mysterious method that disappeared last night, the sword technique that devoured everything, is simply unheard of!

There must be a deep secret in it.

Dig it out! You must dig it out! Ning Xiaoxiang's smile became brighter and brighter, and a stream of excited heat suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, like a snake spewing venom, burning the blood vessels and meridians of his body. Every time he walked into the gloomy prison, put on his gloves, and picked up one torture instrument after another, he would always be so excited.

"I'm afraid that the mouse will be fine, but the noisy night owl will be slaughtered. Zhi Kari Zhen looked sideways in the direction of the White Stone Mountain Chongxuan Bureau, and a defiant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This is self-bait, deliberate. He has been secretly watched by Ning Xiaoxiang, and it is always a trouble. simply provoked the other party and induced Tianluowei to make a big move. And Wang Ziqiao will never sit idly by, he will inevitably intervene, once the two sides conflict, he can get a glimpse of the undercurrent of power hidden by Wang Ziqiao under the calm water.

For him, the unfathomable First Fang Shi of the Eight Desolations is the big problem.

"Didn't the prince have a sword today?I heard that the prince had wonderful swordsmanship and amazing talent, I don't know how many years he has practiced swords?" Ning Xiaoxiang asked slowly and methodically.

"It's about seven or eight years, but it's just a wild way of practicing according to the sword spectrum, which makes the adults laugh. ”

"Who is the son of the world?"

"Adults are so forgetful, I just said it, and I am thinking about the sword spectrum by myself. ”

"Hehe, isn't that wandering swordsman of the Yu clan surnamed Ma not the teacher of the prince?"

"Lao Ma, he's just a teacher hired by Wang Changshi for money......"

The two asked and answered, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Ning Xiaoxiang has an excellent temperament, no matter how sneering Zhi Hunt is, the smile on his face has never changed.

Zhao Dieniang seemed to be a little tired, Wan Ting walked to the window and looked at the bare poppy flowers in the distance

"Lord Ning, is there anything else you want to ask?" Zhi Jia Zhen picked up the purple sand feather pot on the table, poured a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth, spit it out, and a few drops of dark brown tea juice splashed on Ning Xiaoxiang's black satin official boots.

Ning Xiaoxiang looked calm as if he hadn't seen it: "It's not early, let's stop here today." If you have any doubts in the future, the official will visit you again. He arched his hand, said goodbye and left, and suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around and took out a vermilion velvet flower gift box from the sleeve of the robe, "When you disturb the world for a long time, a little little gift is not a respect." ”

Zhi Hunt really wanted to refuse, and the white jade dice in his arms suddenly heated up. He looked at Ning Xiaoxiang, he showed his interest in the beast soul in Qinghua Lane that day, and he must have been looked down upon by this person.

"The prince will like it. Ning Xiaoxiang stuffed the gift box into Zhi Hunt Zhen's hand, smiled, and walked out of the hall.

He didn't look back all the way, turned the flower path, and glanced at it, through the dense and interlaced branches, Zhao Dieniang was still standing alone, and the thin shadow seemed to melt into the twilight. He flicked the sleeves of his robe and quickly left.

Out of the gate of the Hou Mansion and through the blue and white alleys, two Tianluo Wei servants dressed in cyan python suits greeted him. One person asked: "My lord, have you found any clues?" The other person shook his head with a wry smile: "We have also been to the Hou Mansion many times, and we haven't found nothing?" In fact, Your Majesty also understands the hardships of the adults, a family giant like the Boling Yuan clan can't even be arrested and tortured casually, how can we investigate?"

"What Yuan An's mother and son said is similar to what we found out in advance. But it's okay, it's just a matter of doing your best. Ning Xiaoxiang took off his official uniform casually and smiled at Yue. The three of them were walking on the bustling street, and Ning Xiaoxiang suddenly stopped and said, "Something is not right. ”

The two subordinates perked up: "What did your lord find?"

Ning Xiaoxiang groaned: "Between Zhao Dieniang and Yuan An, it seems that they are respectful but not close. ”

A servant said puzzledly: "Most of the gate valve families are like this, right?"

Ning Xiaoxiang said "um", pondered, and then waved his hand: "You guys disperse first, I'll go by myself." ”

At this time, the twilight was rising, the lights were on, and Ning Xiaoxiang was mixed in the flow of people. Before he knew it, his complexion gradually darkened, his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows widened, the bridge of his nose collapsed, and his body slowly became shorter at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. When he walked out of the crowd, he seemed to change into a different and unfamiliar appearance.

This is his most proud method of opening the veins and changing bones. The original name of this exercise was "Transfiguration." "Anyone who has been on the rivers and lakes for a few years will be able to do it. However, like him, there is no way to bring forth a bad street disguise technique and truly evolve it into a technique that is close to the Tao, which has been unique for thousands of years.

The pain of torn bones and broken flesh and blood can be said to be worse than death, and it is absolutely unbearable.

Walking through the alleys one after another, when he walked to the west of the city, Ning Xiaoxiang was already a fisherman in his prime: his face was dark, his sackcloth was half-dissolved, and his solid and rugged shoulders were exposed. He walked barefoot and carrying a load of live red shrimp into the fish market on the beach of the Yangtze River.

The river along the shore is muddy, floating with slimy foam, fish scales and garbage. Thick black cooking smoke rose one after another from the crowded pallets and fishing boats. The fishermen sat around the stove in twos and threes, or silently smoked dry tobacco, or grabbed a pot of shoddy liquor for ten cents a piece, smacking it with taste, and talking loudly.

"Old horse, come and have a drink!"

"Old horse, it's so late today, let's go to the city to find a woman, haha!"

Several fishermen saw Ning Xiaoxiang and waved their hands and shouted. He smiled and nodded, and walked into the depths of the fish market. The evening market at the fish market is coming to an end, and the air is filled with the stench of fish, shrimp, crab and shellfish, and the muddy dirt road is strewn with fish scales, stains of blood and colorful offal.

In front of a fish stall with a sign of "Fresh Shrimp Coming", Ning Xiaoxiang put down his burden, said hello to the guy at the stall, quickly glanced around, and went straight inside.

It was only a few feet in size, dimly lit, with a narrow wooden bed and a pile of tattered fishing gear. An old woman sits on the ground, squinting, concentrating on weaving a fishing net.

"Old horse, this time I caught a big fish. The old woman raised her head, and a sharp cold light flashed between her fingers.

"Big fish?"

"Really big fish. ”

"Not bad. Ning Xiaoxiang's eyes flashed, and he lay down on the wooden bed, and knocked on the end of the bed with his heel. With a "snap", the bed board flipped over, and the person disappeared in an instant.

Along the deep rotating underground corridor, Ning Xiaoxiang slid down dozens of zhang in a row before touching the ground. The surroundings were dark and silent, and damp drops of water poured out from the walls. Ning Xiaoxiang walked out for several miles, and there were a few faint lights of oil lamps in front of him.

"Hello Boss!"

"Boss, we caught a big fish!

"It's the son of a concubine in Kong's eighth room! In the afternoon, he walked around Yanziji alone, and was turned over by his brothers with medicinal numbness, and he didn't know it!"

Seven or eight men dressed as fishermen excitedly greeted them and kept talking. They had a rough black complexion, swords tied around their waists, and the gauze that bandaged their wounds was faintly bleeding.

Ning Xiaoxiang nodded: "What about the casualties of the brothers?"

"None of them died, but they all suffered minor injuries. This rabbit cub has been drugged so badly, and he can still do it!" The two fishermen escorted a blood-stained boy brother forward, pushed each other hard, and pressed each other to the ground, and the iron shackles around his neck made a "bang" sound.

"There are still three catties of nails in the rotten ship, not to mention the children of the Huiji Kong clan, which is a wealthy family that gave birth to the supreme grandmaster Kongni. Ning Xiaoxiang took a tray handed by a fisherman, and on the plate were the identity jade pendants of the children of the Kong family, the runic treasure fan, the Longquan sword, the honey jade and other accessories. He looked at them one by one, then set them aside.

"Boss, this time we can pry out Kong's secret technique from his mouth, right?"

"These families are the most domineering, and they don't let us study the good exercises!"

The fishermen shouted. Ning Xiaoxiang smiled slightly, walked up to Brother Gongzi and squatted down, face to face with him.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?" Ning Xiaoxiang raised his finger to the other party's chin, looked at it for a while, and asked in a gentle tone.

Brother Gongzi rolled his eyelids weakly: "I am a disciple of the Huiji Kong family." If you arrest me, don't even think about living. If you know each other, let me go immediately. ”

"Wrong. Ning Xiaoxiang sighed regretfully, beckoned, and a row of blood-colored wooden frames with various torture instruments were pushed up.

"But there's no hurry, we have time. With a gentle smile like a spring breeze, he took a spiky iron ring from the wooden frame and rubbed it slowly, "I'm in a good mood today, because I met a person, and when I was young, I used to listen to her songs. So Kong Gongzi, don't open your mouth to beg for mercy, otherwise, I will be very unhappy and unhappy. ”

"Ning Xiaoxiang, male, 36 years old.

Youzhou people, born in a poor family, smart since childhood, talented, at the age of 14 was admitted to the White Egret Academy, one of the four major academies of Jiankang, and was appreciated by the head of the academy, the great Sima, and the general Gao Tianyue.

At the age of eighteen, he graduated and left the academy, and declined the position of Taoist child offered by Gushenzong, one of the ten major Taoist sects of the Great Jin.

At the age of nineteen, he served as a county officer, and he accumulated achievements all the way, joined Tianluowei at the age of twenty-eight, and at the age of thirty-five, he became the chief arrest of Tianluowei, and won the favor of King Jin Ming. ”

In the bedroom of the Listening Pearl Pavilion, Zhi Hunt Zhen closed the scroll sent by Wang Yifu, pondered for a moment, picked up the vermilion velvet flower gift box from the desk, and opened the lid. A fist-sized glass bead was placed on the red velvet cloth, and the red shadow within the bead flickered, fluttering the soul of a strange beast with wings and fire.

Zhi Hunt really took out the white jade dice from his arms, hesitated for a long time, and finally did not want to take risks easily. He was about to put the beads away, when the white jade dice trembled violently, shooting out a scorching blue light that penetrated the glass beads. The beast soul let out a wail, and was swept away by the blue light in an instant, inhaling the white jade dice.

The white jade dice "buzzed" and rolled on several cases, and the ground dream butterflies on the dice seemed to be alive. Before Zhijia Zhen could react, the surging blue mang wrapped his whole body, and the whole person slowly turned into a huge earth dream butterfly, flapping its wings, and slowly flew into the air.

A cross-shaped spatial rift suddenly appeared, constantly enlarging in front of Zhi Hunting, far and deep, boundless, emitting a dreamlike light.

End of this volume