When she returned to the inn, Zhong Lingyan had disappeared, leaving only a note in a conspicuous place on the table, which said that there would be a date later.

Before the ink dried, Gan Ningyuan pondered for a moment and didn't catch up, Zhong Lingyan went through this battle, her body and mind have undergone tremendous changes, all this needs to be borne by herself, only time can resolve it.

He looked around again, looking for some clues left by the murderer. The horses were gone, the stables were in disarray, and there was a disgusting sour smell, which was not difficult to explain, because someone must have eaten croton on the missing horses during the night.

"Who could this person be?" Although Gan Ningyuan had a guess in his heart, he was still at a loss without evidence.

Now that he is alone, Zhong Lingyan doesn't have to worry too much, but Feng Youmei and Xu Jinghai, it is said that Feng Youmei is strong in martial arts, and the person who can beat her will never be an ordinary person.

"No, why didn't the murderer kill Xu Jinghai?" Suddenly shocked, Gan Ningyuan seemed to have caught some key point, and at the same time he was afraid for a while, because according to this logic, the murderer was very likely to be Xu Jinghai.

In order to verify his guess, Gan Ningyuan quickly ran to the kitchen of the inn and tried it with a silver needle he found.

Sure enough, the silver needle turned pale gray.

"It turned out to be him!" Gan Ningyuan showed anger on his face, took the long sword and baggage, and chased in the direction of the Xuanyin Sect.

At this time, he was alone, and he only had some broken silver on his body, it was not easy to hold on to the Xuanyin Sect, and more importantly, even if he saw Xu Jinghai in the Xuanyin Sect, he was still helpless, after all, he had no evidence.

After walking for a long time, it was already afternoon, Gan Ningyuan came to a place called Pingzhou County, and the pedestrians in the market were sparse, which made him even more different, because Gan Ningyuan still had strangulation marks on his neck, and he kept hurrying, his hair was scattered, and even his clothes were torn in several places. At first glance, it looks like a beggar.

"Boss, come with a big bowl of noodles. He sat down at a street stall, hungry and his heart was on his back.

"Little brother, where are you from? But you have to go to Wufeng Mountain?" The boss didn't look down on Gan Ningyuan, and cooked a bowl of noodles very quickly, and then asked.

"Five Sealed Mountains?" Gan Ningyuan munched on noodles and said vaguely, taking out a piece of broken silver as he spoke.

"There are five sealed mountains in front, if you don't have anything important, let's take a detour, it's not very peaceful there these days. There was no one else at the stall, so the boss stood beside Gan Ningyuan and explained, looking quite talkative.

As he spoke, Gan Ningyuan had already eaten a bowl of noodles, and he still hadn't finished drinking the soup, so he looked at the boss.

"Uncle, I don't know what happened to Wufeng Mountain? I do have some important things to do, and I don't want to take a detour. Gan Ningyuan was curious, so he asked.

"A month ago, there was a treasure on Wufeng Mountain, it is said that many people in the rivers and lakes have gone, and my nephew was originally doing business there, and he died every day, so he was scared back. The boss showed some fear in his eyes, for ordinary people, life and death can be described as the top priority in life.

"I see, thank you uncle for telling me, it seems that I have to take a detour, but I don't know how to spare Wufeng Mountain?" Gan Ningyuan got up and thanked him, since Wufeng Mountain was mixed with people and snakes, he naturally wouldn't touch his head, not to mention that the treasure was not attractive to him.

I have to say that the stall owner is a good man, and he carefully pointed out the route for Gan Ningyuan, so he took the latter in person.

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The sky was getting dark, Gan Ningyuan followed the route he pointed, and sure enough, he saw five peaks of average size in front of him, these peaks were very interestingly distributed, neatly lined up, and looked like five fingers from a distance.

I came to the side path, and after a little hesitation, I chose the path.

The path was quiet, and there was only a rustle of fallen leaves on the ground, and there was no other sound.

"Looks like we'll have to find a place to rest for the night before we travel. Thinking like this, Gan Ningyuan came to a big tree, jumped a few times, climbed the big tree with the help of strong branches, and lay down with his head upside down, feeling relaxed all over.

When the moonlight was in the sky, Gan Ningyuan rushed all day at full speed, only to feel tired all over, and fell asleep from time to time.

In his sleep, he dreamed that Xu Jinghai slapped his palm on the chest of his master Sun Boyao, who immediately bled from his seven orifices, and then, Sun Boyao got up with bloody eyes open, and suddenly looked towards Gan Ningyuan, as if he had something to say.

Gan Ning woke up violently, the nightmare of Shicai made him break out in a cold sweat, even his clothes were soaked, there was a breeze, and he was a little cold.

"Alas, I don't know what happened to Miss Zhong!" After waking up, there was no sleep, Gan Ningyuan sighed and said to himself.

While he was thinking wildly, a few torches appeared in the distance, and if he hadn't happened to be on this tall tree, he was afraid that he would not have been able to find it when he got closer.

When I looked closer, there were more than 30 people in this group, and coincidentally, they stopped under the tree.

"Uncle Shi, we copied the path, and it took more than twice as much time, but I'm afraid that the people of Jingyue Gate will be in trouble!" said a middle-aged man with gray hair under the tree.

"It's okay, the people of the Jingyue Gate have always boasted of Qinggao, and it is exactly what I want to make them suffer. The old man replied calmly.

"We'll rest here and leave in the morning. The old man continued, then sat down cross-legged under the tree and meditated and breathed.

Seeing this, the other thirty or so disciples also found a place to rest, some meditated, some talked softly, and a few others started a fire.

This time it was hard for Gan Ningyuan on the tree, he didn't move, trying his best to control his breathing, and none of the people below knew how to fight, and he would be found if he had a slight mistake.

Maybe it's because Gan Ningyuan's internal strength has grown a lot recently, and when he came down in the middle of the night, the people below didn't even notice his existence.

When the sky was slightly bright, the old man got up, and the middle-aged man on the side called everyone, and the group left along the path.

Gan Ningyuan's heart finally let go, and his numb body moved.

At this moment, a figure in the woods on the other side rushed over, looking at his body, the light skill was extraordinary.

The man was tall and thin, swaggering under the tree, pulling open his pants and untying them.

"Grandma's, the Demon Sect is also here, and it's a bit troublesome now. "When the man spoke, he spat out a fragrant mouth, which was extremely indecent.

Gan Ningyuan on the tree can really see it, this person is in his forties, his face has a lot of wrinkles, but he has no beard, and his face is greasy. When he first saw this person's figure, he felt a little familiar, and when he spoke, his body shook slightly, and he concluded that this person was the thief who wanted to be light on Su Yao in the stable of Qingfeng Town.

Speaking of which, without this lewd thief, Gan Ningyuan and Su Yao would not have the current friendship, but at that time, their fate was hanging by a thread, and they finally retreated from the enemy, and they still sigh when they think about it.