The autumn wind swept down the ground and withered yellow, Qianxun City is located at the foot of Qianxun Mountain, and the willow trees in the city have only a dry strip swaying with the wind, which seems a little lonely.

It's just that Chihiro City doesn't mean to be lonely at this time, but it is full of people, shoulder to shoulder, and it is very lively.

The Chihiro Sword Sect Sword Worship Ceremony is about to be held, and it is said that the sword to be worshiped is a treasure generated when the heavens and the earth first opened, and such a grand event has long attracted countless monks to come and see the excitement.

This Qianxun City is located at the foot of Qianxun Mountain, and has always been the outer gateway of Qianxun Sword Sect to receive visitors.

Heyilou is a thousand-year-old shop in Qianxun City, a fine wine that has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is famous throughout Liangzhou, even in nearby states.

Xiong Lin sat opposite Yao Xing at this time, sat by the window on the third floor of Heyi Building, ordered some delicacies, and served two pots of famous Liangzhou wine, and Yi wine.

The two of them sipped their wine as they looked downstairs through the window.

Downstairs, at this time, there was a black-robed monk who walked out of the Heyi Tower and headed towards the south of the city.

"Senior, this is the ......" Yao Xing saw the man in black, nodded and said carefully: "A group of them bought a courtyard in the south of the city to live in, and they will send people out every few days to buy things, and this and the wine of Yilou are also what they must buy every time." ”

Xiong Lin nodded, and then asked, "Do you know what they bought?"

Yao Xing said: "The types are very miscellaneous, they are all kinds of spiritual materials, elixirs, spiritual ores, demon beast flesh and skin, etc., ......."

Hearing this, Xiong Lin pondered for a moment and asked, "They only buy these materials. Didn't you buy magic weapons, pills, talismans and anything like that?"

"No, ......," Yao Xing shook his head in affirmation.

"Only buy materials, not finished products. Do you want to make something yourself?" Xiong Lin nodded slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Eat first, and take me to the small courtyard where they live in the afternoon." ”

"Yes......" Yao Xing responded.

Immediately, the two of them ate a table full of delicacies, and tasted the wine, which was really mellow and delicious, full of aura.

The Qianxun Sword Sect's sword worship ceremony is imminent, and Xiong Lin is still here after all. Although there may be many dangers involved, he does not dare to participate. But it's still okay to take a look at the excitement on the side and see if there is a chance to fish in troubled waters.

The so-called people die for money, and birds die for food, and that's probably it. Drinking the wine in the cup, Xiong Lin laughed at himself in his heart.

In the early afternoon, Xiong Lin, under the leadership of Yao Xing, walked around the small courtyard where the black-robed people lived in Nancheng. I didn't dare to check it carefully, but I just looked at it casually, and naturally I didn't gain anything.

After thinking about it, he also rented a small courtyard nearby to live temporarily, waiting for things to develop, and seeing if there was any chance to fish in troubled waters.

Yao Xing did not live with Xiong Lin. He has his own place in the city, and he spends his days with some friends, and often pays attention to all kinds of news in the city.

Xiong Lin saw his ability to communicate, and after thinking about it, he gave him 30,000 spirit stones. After all, since you want people to do things, you can't be stingy with this spirit stone.

Xiong Lin rented a courtyard. He was holding a large thousand mirrors in his hand, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Suddenly, he sighed lightly and said to himself: "Sure enough, the mirror view is not omnipotent. ”

I saw that Xiong Lin had a large mirror in his hand, which was showing the situation in the small courtyard where the black-robed people lived not far away, but he could only see one outer courtyard clearly, but the scene in those houses could not be displayed.

This situation has never been encountered by Xiong Lin.

"Is it because I don't cultivate enough to give full play to the power of the Mirror Viewing Daqian Technique, or does the Mirror Viewing Daqian Technique have its limitations?" Xiong Lin caressed the Daqian Mirror and pondered for a moment, thinking that it might still be his own cultivation insufficient.

Da Qianjing didn't know what level of treasure it was, Xiong Lin estimated that it was at least a spirit treasure, and it was normal for him to not be able to exert his full power as a foundation building monk.

At this time, the picture in the mirror changed again, and I saw a young man in yellow holding a wine jug in his hand, slowly walking out of the house, and came to the stone table under the tree in the small courtyard. Immediately, the young man in yellow began to taste the wine in the pot with those delicious foods.

That pot of wine, the first time Xiong Lin saw it, he recognized it as Heyi Lou's Heyi wine.

And the young man in yellow, with an ordinary face, was the only person who lived in that small courtyard who did not dress up in black. Every day at noon, I will return to the small courtyard to taste wine, and the wine will be the harmony wine of the Yilou.

Xiong Lin had been observing him through the Great Thousand Mirror for several days, every day, never falling behind, it seemed that the wine that those black-clothed people bought from Heyilou was all bought for this yellow-clothed young man.

I don't know what the identity of this young man in yellow is, he doesn't wear black, and he doesn't go out of the courtyard, but he lets those people in black serve carefully.

It's just that the young man in yellow tastes wine in the small courtyard every day at noon, just enjoying himself, with no one to accompany him or speak, and Xiong Lin has not been able to get more information.

Xiong Lin recorded the image and aura of the young man in yellow again, and handed it to Yao Xing for questioning, but no one knew him.

In this way, Xiong Lin can only peek at the afternoon every day with a large mirror in order to make some discoveries.

The hard work paid off, at noon on this day, Xiong Lin still spied on the scene in the courtyard with a thousand mirrors, and the young man in yellow was enjoying himself in the courtyard, slowly tasting wine, as usual.

Just when Xiong Lin thought that he would not find anything today, a man in black suddenly walked out of the small courtyard house, came to the young man in yellow, and handed over a storage bag to the other party.

When Xiong Lin saw this, he immediately perked up, and thought silently in his heart, hoping that they would talk and talk.

It may be that the heavens heard Xiong Lin's silent thoughts, and saw that the man in black did not leave after handing over the storage bag to the young man in yellow, but said: "Fellow Daoist of the Spirit Thief, this is the last batch of array plates, your arrangement is fine, right?"

The young man in yellow took the storage bag, opened it casually and looked at it, then threw it on the stone table, and said without raising his head: "If you can't trust me, why do you try everything to find me?"

When the man in black heard this, he was silent for a moment and said, "I hope things don't go wrong, otherwise the consequences are not something you can bear." ”

The young man in yellow ignored the other party, still sipping the wine and enjoying it.

"Hmph......" Seeing this, the man in black snorted coldly, but he couldn't do anything, the plot was imminent, and the other party was indispensable, these days, they were all carefully serving the young man in yellow, which was even worse than his grandson.

"Okay, I'll go back to finish the final arrangement after drinking, as long as you don't make a mistake yourself, I steal the ability of the spirit son, you don't need to worry!" The young man in yellow seemed to think that the man in black was affecting the wine in front of him, waved his hand and said, and motioned for the other party to leave.

The man in black couldn't see his face clearly, but he was obviously angry, and immediately waved his hand and left, and entered the house again.

The young man in yellow thief Lingzi didn't even look at it, he still squinted, tasted the wine carefully, and enjoyed his face.

"Thief Lingzi?" Xiong Lin caressed Daqianjing at this time, squinting his eyes slightly, and his heart was quite shocked.

Unexpectedly, the young man in yellow who he had spied on for a few days was a thief. It is said that he is a Jindan cultivator.

Xiong Lin looked at the yellow-clothed young man in the Daqian Mirror again, and he didn't know if the effect of the Mirror Viewing Daqian was limited, or if the other party could restrain his breath, but he really couldn't see the momentum of the Jindan master.

However, Xiong Lin has heard a lot about the information about the Spirit Thief. For a period of time, he also noticed that his previous news was too closed, and he was not clear about many news and figures in the nearby immortal cultivation world.

After getting to know Yao Xing, Xiong Lin specially asked him to supplement his knowledge in this area. Yao Xing has a wide range of friends, and can be regarded as a 'know-it-all' in the nearby immortal cultivation world, and he knows the most about some rumors and characters.

This thief spirit son, Xiong Lin only knew about it because he auctioned a five-element spirit bead at the auction, and I heard that it was stolen from some sects and family spirit veins.

When he chatted with Yao Xing, he could also inquire about this thief spirit. It's a pity that Yao Xing doesn't know much, and most of them are rumors, not necessarily true.

At least, few people seem to know what the Spirit Thief looks like. And rumored to say that he has everything.

Men and women, young and old, ugly, handsome and white, some people say that there is no difference!

However, Xiong Lin thought about it and knew that such a task as stealing the spirit son had provoked many sects and families to offer rewards, if he didn't have any skills, I am afraid that he would have been caught a long time ago, and it was normal for no one to know what he looked like.

What's more, all kinds of miraculous secret techniques in the immortal cultivation world are endless. There are often some incredible effects. As for the 'method of changing appearance and resting' that Xiong Lin accidentally obtained back then, if the thief spirit son has a similar exercise in his hands, he can also freely change his appearance and breath, and never show his true face, then who can know what he looks like?

Xiong Lin looked at the yellow-clothed young man shown in the Daqian Mirror again, his ordinary appearance, and he didn't know if it was his true face.

"I don't think so!" Xiong Lin said secretly in his heart, and then remembered: "These Demon Dao sword cultivators actually found all the thieves and spirit thieves, it seems that they are really determined to have a plan......

Thief Lingzi, judging from what he has been doing, is undoubtedly the best at escaping into the spiritual vein and stealing the spirit bead.

So what did these Demon Dao Sword Cultivators do when they came to him? In addition to stealing the spirit beads in the spirit veins, can the Spirit Thief steal anything else?

"What kind of array plate is there...... Xiong Lin looked at the storage bag on the stone table again, according to the conversation between the two just now, there should be some array plates among them, which seem to be used by the thief to arrange something......

Xiong Lin caressed the Daqian Mirror lightly, and his thoughts quickly turned in his heart, trying to sort out some clues. If you can uncover those plans of demonic sword cultivation, then it will be much easier to fish in troubled waters.

Maybe he can even touch a few big fish!

"The purpose of the Demon Dao Sword Cultivation must be the Xuanhuang Sword...... Xiong Lin stroked it from the beginning, "And if you want the Xuanhuang Sword, it's nothing more than stealing and robbing!"

"Thief of the Spirit...... Spiritual Vein...... Array ...... Sword Worship Ceremony...... Xuanhuang Sword...... Stealing and robbing ......" Xiong Lin's thoughts turned sharply, and he only felt that his aura flickered, as if he had thought of something. (To be continued......)