In the slanting moon valley of the Miaoling mountains, it was the end of the hour when Liu Ling woke up.

In the direction of Fallen Leaf City last night, there was a strong wind and thunder, and it seemed that it was raining heavily.

The Oblique Moon Valley was originally the place of sacrifice of Miao Wu, when the Five Immortal Sect was first established, the valley here was originally used as a forbidden place, and later after the tragic witch disaster, most of the members of the Five Immortal Sect led by the Black Miao clan were killed, and then because of the disagreement between the factions in the sect, the valley here was gradually forgotten.

How the small valley, which was originally just a sacrifice to the Five Poison Divine Monarchs, became a desperate place full of poisons now, has to start from two years ago.

The valley is deep in the hinterland, and the entrance to the valley is an arm's wide natural hole in the cliff, and the hole is surrounded by hanging green vines and moss, which is extremely difficult for outsiders to find if they are not close.

However, for those so-called mountain immortals who come and go, the unattainable mountain barrier in the eyes of some people is very chicken.

The sky had already broken and a red sun was rising, and there were very few days of morning sunlight that could illuminate the valley through the layers of shrubs, and Liu Ling's vision was still dim.

The bonfire in the pit had been extinguished, and smoke rose from the fire that was faintly emitting residual heat, and sparks burst out from the coal-black ashes, like shining stars in the dark night sky, and the smoke rising from the morning in the courtyard of a farmhouse.

The silence in the valley was terrible, and only the chirping of insects showed some vitality.

There was no figure of the man on the bluestone at the edge of the deep pit, and Liu Ling glanced at the bonfire, knowing that the Taoist was afraid that he was deliberately going away quietly before he woke up.

He straightened up and twisted his neck, his arms bent and raised, and the upper body of the whole person fell back slightly, making a straightened movement.

Behind him, like a school dragon, there was a burst of beeping and peeling peas.

The whole person is refreshed and full of energy.

Liu Ling bent down and stretched out her hand, and pulled out the portable golden knife from the crack in the stone wall behind her, the knife was the only relic left by the master.

He looked up at the sky, took out the "white bone flower" that the Dao Chief had given him last night from his arms, pinned it to his waist, and walked towards the outside of the valley.

At this point, the yamen should be finished!

I don't know if the candle on the table in the main hall of the house is still lit if I didn't return all night!

At the edge of the deep pit in the valley, next to the bluestone, a black cloth lay quietly.

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The streets of Fallen Leaf City were cluttered, and many of the stalls along the way that had not been cleaned up were blown away by the sudden storm last night.

Early in the morning, every house along the street is full of busy people sighing and sighing.

Mixed in the shuttle between the streets to clean up and clean up the slaves and the streets, at the back alley of the drunken flower building in the north of the city, a thin figure in men's clothes walked towards the west of the city without hurrying.

In the inner courtyard of the county government in the city, a group of officials led by Zhang Si were waiting quietly, all with solemn faces.

On the other side of the lobby, Lord Huang of the county was talking to Chen Wen, as if he was explaining something.

After half a cup of tea, Chen Wen walked out of the lobby and walked briskly towards the inner courtyard.

After everyone saw Chen Wen, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Si took the lead to greet him.

"Brother Chen, what did Lord Huang say?"

Zhang Si was quite calm, and his voice was not hurried.

"Brother Chen, the brothers are all ready, just wait for Lord Huang to speak, and we will kill Miao Village together. ”

Wang San was rough and rude, still looking anxious.

Zhang Si frowned.

This fat man has no door to his mouth, and he dares to say anything.

It's just that I don't know how Huang Weihe, the county Cheng, persuaded Chen Wen, and at this moment he looked calm and didn't see any worry at all.

Chen Wen smiled at everyone and said, "Don't worry, my lord said that I got the news from Lord Jian Cheng last night, and Liu Bantou was just delayed because of some things, and I'm afraid he will be on the way back to the city at this time." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and several officials reached out and patted their chests, and sighed, not knowing who they were worried about.

Zhang Si frowned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled, and the iron ruler hanging from his waist swayed slightly.

Wang San crossed his waist with one hand, supported the Pu knife on his waist with the other, and turned his head to look at the brothers behind him, full of pride.

Chen Wen continued: "Last night, the thunderstorm was rampant, and many streets in the city were afraid of being chaotic. ”

Everyone agreed in unison, Chen Wen waved his hand, and all the officials formed a team in twos and threes, and dispersed.

After a while, only Zhang Si, Wang San and Chen Wen were left in the inner courtyard of the entire county government.

Chen Wen glanced at Zhang Si, and the two of them met their eyes, and their hearts were sharp.

Wang San stood aside, still pressing the Gongmen Pu knife on his waist.

Chen Wen said: "Wang San, I'm afraid that the city is not peaceful today, and you can take some of the brothers who patrol the streets outside." ”

Wang San was a little curious and asked, "Brother Chen, what about you?"

"Fourth Brother Zhang and I went to the east of the city to take over the leadership, I have something to say, why don't you want to be lazy when we are not around?"

Wang San waved his hand again and again, "Brother Chen, you will make fun of me, what's the matter." ”

Before he finished speaking, he touched his head and laughed as he walked, and after a while, he disappeared.

Zhang Si and Chen Wen glanced at each other, and the courtyard where the two of them came out of the last place walked in the direction of the east of the city.

At the entrance to a hidden col somewhere in Miao Mountain, Nanling, a public official dressed in soap clothes appeared, with a simple sheathed long knife on his left waist and a white strange flower obliquely inserted on the other side.

The man walked out of the valley, patted the clothes on his body, turned his head to look around, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He held out two fingers to his mouth, and a rapid whistle sounded suddenly.

The whistle was clear and long, echoing for a long time in the silent col of the early morning.

Liu Ling listened quietly, and a series of neighing of horses seemed to sound in the distance.

After a while, the sound of horses' hooves was heard on the other side of the empty col.

A horse neighed and ran towards it, and the harness turned out to be a public stagecoach.

The horse snorted around Liu Ling, rubbing its head against Liu Ling's body, and hot air was still spewing from its nose.

Liu Ling laughed, stretched out her hand and patted it, "Old man, I knew you must still be there." ”

The horse's front hooves rose up, its head held high, and it was excited.

Liu Ling turned over.

A man and a horse galloped in the direction of Fallen Leaf City.

In a certain guest room in the back hall of the Fuke Building in the east of the city, someone was lying on the bed with a pair of panda eyes and sighing.

The unexpected storm last night really disturbed people's dreams, Li Yunfeng has not fallen asleep since he was woken up, and he has been worried all night, for fear that if he is not careful, the small guest room will be struck by thunder.

Finally fell asleep, and woke up to the noisy chatter outside the window, Li Yunfeng came to the window with his eyes half-open, and just wanted to scold, he pushed open the window and saw that the sky in the distance was already white, and before he knew it, it was dawn.

No, someone can't sleep if they want to, and they are lying on the bed bitterly, staring at a pair of boss's dark circles, and thinking about the top of the bed.

The movement on the street outside the window was getting louder and louder, and even if I covered my ears, I still had the slightest noise in my mind.

Li Yunfeng couldn't get irritable, so he simply got dressed, pushed open the door, and went downstairs.

After a simple wash, Li Yunfeng had breakfast on the first floor of the front hall, crossed the threshold of the Fuke Building, and walked out of the door leisurely.

He had already reserved a few days of money at the shopkeeper's side last night, and until he left, all expenses in the store were counted.

At the counter, the shopkeeper looked at the man listlessly, and with a pair of big eye bags, he knew that he hadn't slept well last night.

He frowned slightly, as if he remembered the instructions from the yamen last night, stretched out his hand to summon the little guy running in the store, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The little guy nodded frequently, and after receiving the gesture from the shopkeeper, he tore off the cloth jacket on his shoulder.

Li Yunfeng left the Fuke Building and headed all the way to the north of the city, and the little guy had been quietly following behind, always maintaining a distance of dozens of steps before and after.

The street was bustling with pedestrians, noisy and abnormal, Li Yunfeng wandered around for half an hour, and unconsciously looked up and saw that he was near the Drunken Flower Building.

Although it was early, there were already a few old regulars sitting and eating morning tea in the wine shop near the drunken flower building, and the drunken flower building, which was a famous city's gold nest, was also full of people at the door, and it did not affect the business at all because of the sudden storm last night.

Li Yunfeng squinted, touched the silver ticket in his arms, and straightened his shirt in high spirits.

A radiant old lady stood at the door of the Zuihualou, watching the pedestrians coming and going with a smile and a smile, the piece of incense silk in her hand flew up, and calmly received every guest who came and went to the Zuihualou.

It was as if the eyes were not going in and out of a big living person, but a piece of shining silver ingots.

Among the many shiny silver ingots, there was a green shirt that was particularly eye-catching, and the old lady looked at it, and it was a little familiar.

It's just that before she could catch up, the young man in the green shirt turned his head abruptly and turned away.

When Li Yunfeng was about to step into the Zuihualou, the afterglow of his left eye flickered, and he inadvertently saw a familiar thin figure turning out of the back alley of the Zuihualou.

He looked intently, and wanted to laugh.

Although the man was dressed in men's clothes and was slightly broad, he still recognized it at a glance.

Li Yunfeng was curious, this little girl was still dressed as a maid when she went out to drink, and she didn't see any behavior to avoid suspicion, how could she dress up as a man at this time?

Curious, he quietly moved his steps and followed quietly.

He wanted to see what secret this little girl had, and whether it was related to the Miao lady in her family.

I don't know if the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

It was the little maid of the drunken flower building who was wearing a gray gown, walking on the street leading to the west of the city.

Li Yunfeng followed behind, looking at the little girl's serious walking posture, he felt more and more curious, and his feet couldn't help but speed up a little.

Dozens of paces behind him, a young man in a brown short dozen put down the radish in his hand and hurriedly followed.

Less than fifteen steps away, Li Yunfeng took a closer look, the clothes on the little girl's body were quite familiar, and they were the same as the gray wide-sleeved kaftan she took to herself that day, but there was a difference in size.

Li Yunfeng almost couldn't hold back, covering his mouth and snickering.

I remember that when the little girl gave herself clothes, she said that the clothes belonged to her young lady.

Judging from the situation at this moment, it is not difficult to guess that the two women, the master and servant, sneak out in disguise as men on weekdays, most of them are commensurate with siblings.

The two sneaky men behind him followed the back through the streets.

About half an hour later, the little maid stopped at the edge of a sparsely populated alley, seemingly hesitating.

Li Yunfeng hid sideways behind an eaves.

Looking at the probe, not far in front of the little girl, there was a courtyard of considerable size.

The plaque at the gate of the courtyard has five big characters written on it, "Tonghe Dyeing Workshop".