Xiao Ziyang waited for three days and three nights. In the past three days, the three people in the small building have not even left the building, and they have not even had time to move the place.

When monks meditate and practice qi, it is common for them not to move for a few days, so Xiao Ziyang is not depressed by this result.

With his mental nature, let alone waiting for three days, he would not be anxious even if he lurked for ten days and a half months, but although it did not cost much mana to maintain the invisible retreat, it always had to be consumed, and his mana had been consumed sixty percent in the past three days.

On the fourth day, just when Xiao Ziyang decided to go back to the inn first, meditate and recover the consumed mana before coming to wait, an opportunity suddenly came to him.

Just as he was about to leave, a person suddenly appeared on the road to Xiaolou, it was a young man dressed in Taoist costume. Xiao Ziyang lurked again, and looked at the person with the Zhan Qi technique, and sure enough, he was a monk again, but his cultivation was not high, only comparable to Xiao Ziyang.

Soon after the young Taoist priest walked into the small building, the figure downstairs that had not moved much for three days finally moved.

A thin old man walked out of the small building, his cheeks seemed to be thin and there was no flesh, his cheekbones were high and protruding, the arc-shaped wrinkles under his eyes and his eyebrows formed two very ridiculous circles on his face, he had a white goatee under his chin, he was wearing a set of bright yellow Taoist robes, wearing a white jade Taoist crown on his head, and holding a handful of green jade handles in his hands.

The young Taoist priest hung his hands at his side, bent down slightly, and followed the old man very respectfully.

Xiao Ziyang maintained the Wangqi technique and kept looking at the two of them from a distance, they crossed the courtyard wall, arrived next door to the Weiguo Mansion, and then left through the back door of the mansion, followed Yuma Street, and entered the Fuguo Mansion through the back door.

At this time, Xiao Ziyang did not hesitate to use light skills and swept towards the small building.

The small building is very elegantly furnished, like a woman's boudoir. Xiao Ziyang floated up to the second floor silently.

He stood in the middle of the hallway, looking at the closed door and frowning slightly, if he pushed the door open, it would definitely alarm the people inside, and there was no point in escaping.

He thought for a moment, then swept towards the open window at the end of the hallway.

Xiao Ziyang flew out of the window, and in mid-air, he gently flicked one palm into the air, and his body turned around like a catkins with a slight reaction, floating into another open window like a breeze.

Inside that window was the room of the aura-scattered monk.

A gust of wind blew, and Xiao Ziyang was already lying in the corner of the room, next to a desk.

The room is not big, the decoration is quite gorgeous, facing the door, there is a large bed against the wall, a dresser at the head of the bed, and the decoration of the room is mainly moon white. This is a woman's boudoir.

On that large bed sat a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years of age. The girl was dressed in goose-yellow clothes, her hair was scattered, and her face was delicate and smart. She was frowning and looking sideways at the window.

Xiao Ziyang looked at the woman and thought about how to communicate with him. At this time, he didn't dare to withdraw the formless retreat, if there was no formless retreat, the mana aura would alarm the monks next door like a bright lamp.

At that moment, the woman suddenly moved, got up and got out of bed, and walked back and forth as if she were in an irritable mood, and sighed slightly.

Looking at her gaze, Xiao Ziyang was slightly startled. Under her slightly drooping eyes, a pair of extremely smart eyes actually glanced at Xiao Ziyang's place intentionally or unintentionally.

The woman walked back and forth for a while, then walked straight to the desk beside Xiao Ziyang, and sat down at the desk next to him, no more than three feet away from Xiao Ziyang. A vague fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

The woman spread out a piece of rice paper, picked up a brush and began to write.

She put the rice paper on which she had written it on the table. As if unintentionally, the rice paper did not stabilize and fell to the ground, just in front of Xiao Ziyang's eyes.

There were only three words on that piece of rice paper: "Who are you?" ”

Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly, such a smart woman, he reached out and pressed the rice paper gently.

The woman spread out a new piece of rice paper, holding a pen and seemed to be thinking about what to write, but if you looked closely, her eyes were actually staring at the rice paper that had fallen to the ground.

The rice paper disappeared from the woman's eyes with a press of Xiao Ziyang. Seeing this scene, a strange color flashed in the woman's eyes. She placed the brush on the table. The next moment the brush disappeared again.

After a while, the rice paper appeared in the woman's eyes again, but there was an extra line of words on it. "Before I tell you who I am, ask who you are and why you are here. ”

A moment later, a piece of rice paper fell in front of Xiao Ziyang again, "I am the granddaughter of the Duke of Weiguo, named Murong Ling." My Murong family was defeated by the Su family, and I was captured by mistake, and the monks of the Su family saw that although my cultivation was not high, the quality of the magic weapons in my hands was quite good, and they thought that I had an extraordinary background. Keeping me here, perhaps trying to lure my master to save me. ”

Xiao Ziyang looked at this passage and pondered for a moment before writing: "In Xia Xiao Ziyang, a scattered cultivator, and the Fuguo Gong has a grudge against the family. ”

Murong Ling pondered for a moment and wrote, "How can I trust you?"

Xiao Ziyang seemed to have guessed that she had this question, and took out the secret letter written by Su Dingbei to the hidden dragon of Chengtian King from the storage bag and put it on the corner of the table. wrote on the paper again: "My Xiao family is ruined because of this letter. ”

After reading the letter, Murong Ling handed it back to him and wrote: "This is indeed Su Dingbei's note, okay, since this is the case, I will ask Brother Xiao to send me a letter." ”

Xiao Ziyang wrote: "At this time, the old man downstairs who has cultivated extraordinarily is just leaving, why doesn't Miss Murong take the opportunity to escape with me?"

Murong Ling wrote: "I was enshrined by the Zhuji monks of the Fuguo Mansion to imprison mana with spells, and most of these spells have the ability to track. With your and my cultivation, I'm afraid that I won't be able to escape from the capital at all, and I will be captured. ”

After a stick of incense, the woman put a jasper ring, a letter, and a piece of rice paper with the address written on it on the table; Xiao Ziyang put these things into the storage bag, and then put the rice paper that had just passed on the sex into the storage bag, and then flew out of the small building.

Early the next morning, he left Jin'an City.

Five days later, Xiao Ziyang, who was dusty, saw a majestic city in the distance, pressed the spirit boat, and landed behind a hill not far from the official road.

The name of this city is Zhen'an City, and it is the capital city of Jinzhou.

The address that Murong Ling gave Xiao Ziyang that day was a pharmacy called Baoqingtang in Ancheng in this town.

This town of Ancheng is a military town, located in the north of Jinzhou, only 300 miles away from the border.

This city is a full 4,000 miles away from Jin'an City, and after Xiao Ziyang left Jin'an City, he set up a spirit boat to travel at night, and found a secluded place to meditate and regain his breath during the day. Five days, without the slightest delay.