Ma Shengfeng took out a sound transmission note from the storage bag with a serious face.

The talisman was blood-red and kept flashing.

This is the highest messaging talisman in Jianyu Tower called the Nine Heaven Notes.

This talisman can transmit voices for thousands of miles, and it is almost impossible to intercept without any trace when transmitting voices.

This talisman is a divine thought transmission note, and can only be used by monks above the God Practice Stage.

When Ma Shengfeng's spiritual consciousness was revealed, a piece of information flowed out.

After a moment.

Ma Shengfeng sighed and said, "Oh... Xiuling, Zhongwei, Zhu Zishan is right. That human skin was originally the spoil I seized from Miaolang's clone. The possibility of Miaolang being deceived is very slim. We are waiting here, but I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to have a result."

"I didn't expect Miaolang to be fooled, but the clues were broken, so I could only throw a stone into the lake to see if there were any useful clues. It was okay to wait like this, but I just received a warning from the sect that the ancestor Mengshan took his descendants out of the mountain and experienced the world..."

"The ancestor Mengshan is a transformed fox demon, comparable to the realm of a cultivator's Nascent Soul. She took her disciples out to experience the world. Her favorite is to go to the fireworks place. The sect warned me not to enter the fireworks place recently, and it is best to stay away from all the world places." Ma Shengfeng said.

"Then the master is going to retreat just now?" Li Xiuling asked.

"Yes, the clues left here are very small, but there may be great dangers. The wise will not take them."

"Xiuling! Don't worry, since Miaolang is targeted by me, I will pull him out no matter where he hides in the crack." Ma Shengfeng said firmly.

"I would like to follow the master's arrangement." Li Xiuling said with her fists.

"Okay! Then let's leave." The white energy wrapped around and a ray of light flew away from Jun'an City.

.....

Fengya Academy.

Qujiang Pavilion.

Five beautiful women surrounded two scholars in white like stars holding the moon.

These two scholars in white are both elegant and elegant, and one of them has a sense of elegance and dust.

I saw a beautiful woman bowing deeply to a scholar in white and said shyly: "Mr. Xu, the poem you wrote to welcome the spring is really admirable. Ke'er also asked Mr. Xu to give her calligraphy so that Ke'er could hang it in the boudoir and compile it into a musical ballad."

"Congratulations, Mr. Xu, Sister Ke'er likes you. As long as Mr. Xu gives you the calligraphy, she can go to Sister Ke'er's boudoir to guide her folk art tonight." Several other women congratulated her, and she looked teasing to Sister Ke'er, but there was no filthy words in her mouth.

A sentence to go to the boudoir to guide folk art is meaningful and imaginative.

Sister Ke'er looked shy, as if she was unemployed.

"Brother Xu is binghuan in literary talent, Lu admires it, congratulations." Sitting next to the scholar surnamed Xu was another young man in white.

His handsome face even made the five beauties present feel a little ashamed of themselves.

He had long flowing black hair, casually draped over his shoulders, and there was a faint red at the end of the long black hair, and there was also a very simple stone ring on his right arm.

"Hahahaha... Who doesn't know that Mr. Lu is the dream lover of Fengya Academy. It's just that the fallen flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless. Mr. Lu, there are flowers that can be broken, and it must be broken." Scholar Xu Haichuan persuaded.

"Where is Mr. Xu? Where is Mr. Lu who has such good talent as Mr. Xu? How could he attract the favor of a beautiful woman?" said the young master surnamed Lu.

"Mr. Lu, I suggest that you write a poem without limiting the subject matter. I believe that your masterpiece will be scrambled by girls to join the pavilion. The girls who ask you to guide the folk art every day may be scrambled to lose their heads." Xu Haichuan said with a smile.

"Young Master Xu made fun of him. Lu had to write poems, but he was not interested in the love affairs of his children." The young master surnamed Lu waved his hand again and declined.

At this moment.

A maid broke into Qujiangting with a panic look on her face.

"Young Master Lu! Something is wrong. Ruan Lihua was snatched into the secluded room by a disciple. I'm afraid she will be forced!" the maid shouted.

"What!" The young man surnamed Lu suddenly stood up and jumped out in the direction where the maid was running.

After the young master surnamed Lu left, strong winds hanged in the plains.

.....

Fengya Academy.

A secluded room located in the garden.

This secluded room is only a single room, surrounded by flowers, plants and water pavilions. It is difficult to see traces of artificial axes from outside. Only after entering it did you realize that there was a different world.

"Don't come over!" Ruan Lihua, who was dressed in dishevel, held a dagger in her hand, and the dagger pressed against her delicate neck. The sharp dagger had even cut through her skin.

"Okay, I'm just here, Pear Blossom girl, with her body and hair, and she's taken care of by her parents. You can't do unfilial behavior." Zhu Zishan, dressed in a big red robe, was more solemn than the groom, and said with a raised hand.

"You back!" Ruan Lihua shouted heart-wrenchingly.

Zhu Zishan slowly retreated.

Seeing the gangster retreating more than ten steps away, Ruan Lihua breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the poems written by this hooligan are like children's play, their martial arts are really high. After Ruan Lihua was frivolous, she took action with anger.

Although this did not fight back with one move, his clothes were getting less and less. If he continued to fight, Ruan Lihua would not dare to think about it.

Fortunately, Ruan Lihua, as a martial arts practitioner, hid a dagger around her waist. Ruan Lihua knew that taking out the dagger was also a joke in front of the disciple, so she simply pointed the dagger at herself and controlled the situation.

"Zhukov! You big gangster! Let me tell you, I am different from the girl who sells laughter in this academy!" Ruan Lihua almost cried.

"I know, do you sell yourself in your own business?" Zhu Zishan said.

"Get out! I don't sell anything! I came to this academy to be a bodyguard because I admire Mr. Lu. I am a bodyguard! You hear it clearly! I am not those who sing in the brothels, and you can't pull them into the secluded room to play with me. I come from a martial arts family, wuwu... how could I not be able to beat you?" Ruan Lihua said while crying, her mood almost lost control.

"Lihua, you'd better go back." A calm and pure voice came from behind.

"ah!"

Ruan Lihua let out a sad cry, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground, and turned around and rushed behind her.

There was only a sea of ​​flowers behind Ruan Lihua. The elegant and dusty Young Master Lu stood calmly on the sea of ​​flowers, as if he had no weight at all.

Ruan Lihua jumped up, jumped into the sea of ​​flowers, and threw herself into Mr. Lu's arms.

The young man surnamed Lu, wearing white clothes, hugged her, and the two hovered over the sea of ​​flowers like fairies.

This is definitely not something that can be achieved by martial arts.

Zhu Zishan has reached the innate realm. He is very clear about the limits of martial arts. He has the light skills of flying on grass. Although he can step on flowers and plants and move rapidly on the water surface, it is impossible for him to hover over the sea of ​​flowers, let alone hold someone.

Mr. Lu in white hugged Ruan Lihua, who was crying and raining, sighed and said, "Miss Lihua, you should go back. After all, this is a fireworks place, not a place where your serious daughter should come from."

"Mr. Lu, I was flirted by the Dingtuzi. Do you... don't want me?" Ruan Lihua asked worriedly.

"Lihua, I said, I only love poetry and not love children." The young man surnamed Lu closed his eyes and said in a heartless tone.

Zhu Zishan, who was twenty steps away, seemed to be able to hear his daughter's heartbreaking voice.
Chapter completed!