This immortal is a bit fierce

Devouring the dead souls and fortune tellers in front of him, the fog gradually dissipated and the dragon soul disappeared without a trace.

After Huang Feng regained contact with the paper plane, he looked at the bare ground and just wanted to curse, but the fog actually swallowed up his clues!

Forget about swallowing people, the soul-gathering lamp looked good, but he didn't even leave it behind. He just wanted to ask, can you digest it even if you eat the bowl?

"That's too much. Don't you understand the rule of sharing half when meeting?" Huang Feng complained fiercely, but did not go that way.

Bai Yang asked: "Senior brother, why don't we go there?"

"According to senior brother's observation, this experience is too difficult for you. Let's come back in a few years." Huang Feng said seriously, pulling Bai Yang away quickly.

The last scene before the connection with the paper plane disappeared was enough for him to catch a glimpse of the shadow of the remaining souls in the fog. That was the dragon soul!

Although it is just a remnant soul, and according to the legend of Shulu, the true form of this remnant soul is just a great demon with dragon blood, not a pure-blood dragon, but no matter how you think about it, it is still too dangerous.

Huang Feng began to wonder if he had fallen into Xu Jingshan's trap after all.

"Is it because he is a step ahead of me, or I am overestimating him and thinking too much."

The two turned back and walked slowly, but they didn't encounter any monsters along the way.

As the night passed, the sky turned white.

On the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, Qiao Huilan nestled against Sun Yigui. She knew it was time to leave: "Mr. Sun, the time has come."

Sun Yigui looked reluctant and said with self-blame: "I'm sorry, I failed to protect you."

"You have done a great job. I am very happy to be with you. Really, if there is reincarnation, I believe we will meet again eventually."

The soft morning sun spreads its radiance to the earth. Qiao Huilan put aside her unwillingness and resentment, and her figure gradually faded.

At this time, a cluster of garlands fell from the sky and landed on her head.

"It was given by the immortal, I am really grateful to him." Qiao Huilan touched the wreath on her head in surprise and looked at her lover, "Promise me that you will be grateful, take my share, and live a good life."

"I promise you."

"That's good."

A line of clear tears fell from the corner of Qiao Huilan's eyes. She touched her face in surprise, looked at the tears in her palm, and smiled.

At this moment, she was filled with warmth under the sun, and her heart seemed to be beating again.

At this moment, she was not a ghost, but the living girl she once was, saying goodbye to her beloved: "Goodbye, Mr. Sun."

As soon as the words fell, his soul floated away in the sunshine and wind, leaving only the sound of Sun Yigui crying bitterly on the cliff.

Huang Feng, who turned back, looked at this scene from a distance and patted Xiao Bai: "Let's go."

…

In the city, Li Motang and Xiao Nuan searched the dusty pavilion warehouse all night, and finally found some clues.

Although detailed records of military expenditures have not been found, the source of the purchased medicinal materials has been found.

Anshoutang!

At that time, a large part of the medicinal materials for the army stationed at the Great Wilderness border were purchased from this medicine merchant.

The name of the shopkeeper of Anshou Tang is indeed Wu. As for whether he is related to Wu Langzhong of Liu Xuetian's house, it cannot be determined yet.

Looking at the clues in his hand, Li Motang had to admit that Huang Feng's seemingly incredible inference was gradually being confirmed.

Although she was reluctant, she still said to Huang Feng in her heart: "Find some clues."

"What a coincidence, I also have some clues." Huang Feng responded quickly, "In addition to the clues, I also discovered a very important thing."

"What's up?"

Huang Feng made a request: "I'm rushing back. Wait for me at the inn. If you go back first, please help me get two bowls of porridge and some pancakes."

Who are you sending?

Li Motang hummed in his heart and called Xiaonuan: "Let's go, take all these files and records with you and go back to the inn first."

After searching all night, Xiao Nuan was also a little tired. Hearing that he could go back to the inn to rest, he quickly picked up the file and followed Li Motang out of the Jiage Library.

Back at the inn, Li Motang went upstairs to his room, waited for Xiao Nuan to put down his things, hesitated for a while, and then ordered: "Go downstairs and ask the waiter for some breakfast, porridge and cakes."

Xiao Nuan was a little confused: "Miss, do you want breakfast?"

Li Motang really didn't want to answer: "Don't ask, just go."

"oh."

Xiao Nuan obediently went downstairs. Before she finished talking to the waiter, Huang Feng had already rushed back. He came up and asked, "What have you ordered? Add two more tea eggs for me."

Xiao Nuan said quickly: "These belong to the lady. She asked me to order some porridge and cakes. Mr. Huang, do you want to eat too? Then order more."

"No, this is what I ordered. Didn't she tell you?"

Xiaonuan was shocked, what was going on? She had been with the lady last night, why didn't she know about this!

There is a problem between Mr. Huang and the young lady, a big problem that she doesn't know about!

Could it be that such a cute little maid like her was quietly squeezed out by the two of them?

Xiaonuan followed Huang Feng upstairs with random thoughts, ran into the room and hugged Li Motang's arm: "Miss, don't leave me. I will help you warm your bed every day from now on."

"What nonsense!"

Li Motang pushed the nervous little maid away, looked at Huang Feng who entered the room, and asked, "Can we talk now?"

"The food hasn't been delivered yet. Forget it, let's talk about it first. Let's start with a tragic love story. Xiaobai and I went south last night..."

Huang Feng pulled over the chair and sat down. Not bothered, he told the story of Sun Yigui and Qiao Huilan with great emotion.

After listening to this, Li Motang looked calm, with only a trace of imperceptible regret in his eyes.

Xiao Nuan on the side was not reserved at all, and her eyes filled with tears: "It's so pitiful."

Huang Feng then sighed: "Yeah, I didn't expect Qiao Huilan to pass my test. The fact that she can keep her true heart and not turn into a ghost is all due to her love for Sun Yigui. She truly loves him!"

Xiao Nuan was puzzled: "What did you test her for?"

Huang Feng said something shocking: "I am the test itself. I stood in front of her and saw my face. Qiao Huilan still has not changed her heart for Sun Yigui. What is it if it is not true love!"

I'm thinking that if I'm short of money in the future, I'll set up a stall in the city and help test my sincerity. For ten taels of silver once, if I meet a girl who doesn't change my heart, I can marry her home as soon as possible. "

After talking happily, Huang Feng and Li Motang suggested: "How about you partner with me, I will help test the girl, and you will help test..."

The sword is unsheathed.

Just as the waiter came in with the food case, he was frightened by the sudden cold sword intent and dropped the food case in his hand.

The porridge and cakes on the food table were about to spill to the floor. Huang Feng, with quick eyesight and quick hands, helped to hold them on: "Be careful, I'm just waiting for these breakfasts."

With outsiders present, Li Motang calmly sheathed his sword, but in his heart he wished he could cut Huang Feng into a piece of greenery on a plate!

After eating hot food and feeling comfortable, Huang Feng stopped chatting and focused on the fortune teller, recounting his analysis during the pursuit.

"It's a pity that I couldn't be captured for questioning. This is another big thing I want to talk about." Huang Feng looked at Li Motang, "Do you still remember that you said that the sword monument at Burial Dragon Stream is fake?"

Li Motang vaguely sensed a hint of ominousness in his tone: "What do you want to say?"

Huang Feng felt his teeth hurt when he thought of the dragon soul in the mist: "What I want to say is, I don't know if the sword tablet is fake or not, but the immortal soul of the great demon with dragon blood is real!

The fortune teller who could not be captured was swallowed by this residual soul.

I saw it with my own eyes! "