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Tang Lang's expression was as sullen as it could be. The corner of his mouth twitched, and his face flushed.

He opened his mouth and said, "I'm sure you all know why I'm here. Because it involved a murder case, it had to be handled carefully. In fact, what did human life count for in the world of cultivation? In the world of cultivation, people died every day, whether it was cultivators or giants. Without restriction, human lives were like grass, killing each and every person was not a big deal. But this was a secular place, a place with laws. The Yan Huang bears the burden of shouldering the entire secular law, so it must be held accountable to the human world. "

"An explanation?"

Tang Lang nodded his head vigorously. "I've heard of the general situation, but I still hope that you can explain the sequence of events. This is a necessary procedure."

I nodded. Wang Hu and I are the only ones who know about this. Wang Hu couldn't even speak properly, so I'm still going to tell him about it.

This trip was a narrow escape from death, and it would be hard to tell the time from the day to the day. So I try to make a long story short and pick out some key points to explain to Tang Lang. As for the Winter Plum Blossom Diagram that contained a profound realm of sword intent, I had naturally forgotten about it.

Time passed.

"This person really deserves to die!" Tang Lang said angrily, but after a while, he sighed again, "He too is a pitiful person. In the end, it was still the evil tiger that caused trouble and killed people well! However, demon beasts of the Sky Demon Realm are unfathomably strong. It's fortunate that the black tiger you met this time was seriously injured and its strength was sealed again. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't have been able to come back alive. "

If it wasn't for that sword intent, I would have perished long ago.

"We went to investigate this in the past few days, and it's extremely consistent with what you said. From the corpse of Renjia, it could be seen that his soul had been devoured like a zombie. So I'll help you settle the rest. " Tang Lang shook his head, "Now, I want to see your command medallion. "Don't worry, as long as you don't use Yan Huang's name to do bad things, there won't be any trouble."

I nodded my head, and immediately took out a golden-white medallion from my ring and passed it to Tang Lang.

"F * ck!"

This was the first word Tang Lang said after seeing the token.

His eyes widened as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as though he had seen a ghost.

In my heart, I was also extremely perturbed. This token can't be real, right?

I pretended to be calm and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Tang Lang swallowed his last mouthful of saliva and slowly said, "It's a big problem." Your order badge couldn't be fake, right? "

My heart leaped as I replied, "I don't know. This was given to me by my family's elders before they left the mountain."

Tang Lang looked at the command token in his hand and then looked at me in confusion. "Regardless of the material, style, or appearance, it doesn't look fake. Do you know that the yellow token is divided into black iron, bronze, silver, gold, platinum and purple gold? Black iron is the worst, purple gold is the highest. "

"The Black Iron Token's design is simple and ordinary. It is carved with the word 'Flaming Yellow' and the number of its member. It is completely flawless. The bronze tablet was carved with green snakes coiling around it, the silver tablet was wrapped with silver flood dragons, and the golden tablet had a golden horned dragon sitting on it. As for the purple medallion, I've never seen it before. In the entire world, only that yellow haired lord has it. As for the Platinum Token, it is a bit special. On it there is a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, but it does not have a special number or number because the Platinum Token is, in a sense, a guest token. "

I smiled but didn't say anything. Tianshan is indeed not simple. To be able to form a relationship with the two giants, Kunlun and Mount Shu — it is merely a debt relationship. Sometimes, I also think, I am the only one who can owe these two giants so much money and live in peace.

I was suddenly enlightened. "No wonder Officer Lin Gui thought that I was a fake and stole the name Yan Huang."

Tang Lang laughed: "This girl is not simple, she can be considered a reserve member. Her strength has already reached the level of an ordinary person, and her father is in charge of the affairs of Min District. He can be considered my superior. "

— —

Tang Lang was quite a nice person. He was rather interesting to talk about and had a handsome appearance. Even though this was an era where one looked at the face, I wasn't a person who looked at the face. I don't care if he looks good or not, he's not as good-looking as I am.

Tang Lang and I could be considered to be a pair of bad taste. Along the way, we talked about the world from women to street snacks to even hidden weapons and poisons.

From then on, I also knew that Tang Lang was the direct grandson of the Tang Clan's clan head, and his status was extraordinary.

The Tang Sect specializes in concealed weapons and poisons, and I am quite accomplished in the field of poisons. I love to use laxatives, * * and * in my life. These three were the essential products of killing and arson in the martial arts world.

Tang Lang said he had some top quality goods, such as chrysanthemums overflowing, ten incense's worth of soft tendons scattered, and I loved a stick of firewood. It made my heart itch, so I told him to come over some other day and bring me some, which he happily agreed to.

We talked a lot and ended up beheading the chicken and burning the yellow paper to become brothers.

Zhuge Long said, "This is the first time we've met, you are being too hasty."

I said to him, You don't understand.

The loneliness of standing at the peak of the Poison World was not something ordinary people could understand. Only a hero would cherish a hero. It was the first time I had met Tang Lang, but in some ways my ideas were the same.

As they chatted, it was already noon. I left Tang Lang for lunch. But he declined because he had something to do.

Before I left, Tang Lang told me not to take out my token unless it was an urgent matter, because the Demonic Sect's hunting for Yan Huang was very intense right now.

— —

After Tang Lang left, I bid farewell to Wang Hu, Zhuge Long, and left the Immortal Cave.

Ever since my wounds healed, I wanted to go to the old brothel. I had too many doubts about the picture of the Frigid Plum.

Squeezing bus is a national sport, a whole body sport, and sports techniques include single pole, suspension ring, scattered fight, yoga, balance wood, etc.

It was only a little more than twenty minutes drive from the Old Stone Temple to the Antique Street, but it felt like it was going to be as long as a year. The entire carriage was packed like a can of sardines. Occasionally, the shaking of the carriage would cause the people inside to stagger and stagger.

As I got off the bus, I let out a long breath. This trip to the bus only served to strengthen my determination to fly while condensing the pill and controlling the sword.

The old brush shop was just like the old days. One could still see a room full of calligraphy and paintings the moment they entered the door. The smell of ink and water was strong in the room, as were a few new calligraphy and paintings.

The owner of the old calligraphy shop be named mei, and his name be new

He was quite famous in the antique street generation as well.

"Old Master!"

As soon as I entered the room, I cupped my fists and bowed to Old Man Plum, who was sitting on the counter.

"It's you." Old Man Plum looked at me with a smile. The old man said a few words. You young people might not like hearing these words, but staying up all night was not good for your health. Especially when you stayed up all night and the next day you seemed to have lost all your energy. Look at your eyes, you probably haven't slept for two days. "

I nodded. "Old Master, you're right — I really don't like to hear these words."

"…"

I didn't want to be entangled with these matters, so I went straight to the point. "Old Master, I came to find you for some matters today."

"Hey hey hey, old man, don't go. I haven't said anything yet."

"Stop it, stop it." Old Plum waved his hand, "This old man doesn't have anything else to give you. These are my coffins."

"How dare you say you're spending money!" Old Man Plum glared at him and said, "Even twenty dollars is worth it! What can I buy with twenty dollars! "

I rubbed my nose with my finger. "Money is all part of one's heart!"

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. The Old Master wants to ask you something. I want to ask you, do you know who did that painting of the Winter Plum Blossom? "

Old Man Plum finally put down the calligraphy and paintings in his hands, stroking his beard: "Winter Plum Blossom? Why do you ask? "

I said, "Ever since I've been studying this Winter Plum Blossom, I've been feeling that my body and soul have been elevated to new heights. So I'm looking for the author of this painting. As the saying goes, words are appropriate, so is the painting. The author of such a work must be a man of great talent and high character. "

When the time is right, stop. I hope my bullshit is convincing.

It was clear that Old Man Plum didn't put too much thought into my words. He was frowning as if he was thinking about something.

After a long while, Old Man Mei said: "It's been a while, I don't remember too clearly. Sigh, people get old just for this memory. I don't remember the man's name, but he was handsome and refined. Back then, when he came here, he said that he wanted to exchange the painting for some alcohol. Aside from the creative concept, the drawing, drawing, and layout of the Plum Blossom Painting were all ordinary. "However, I was unable to endure his soft tone and thus decided to accept it in the end. Ah, to be honest, all of you seem very similar to his stubborn personality."

I expressed my helplessness. "Old Master, can you not insult me at the end of the sentence?"

Old Man Plum looked at me and chuckled. Suddenly, he slapped his head and said, "Aiyo, I have such a good memory. "I remember that person's surname seemed to be Zhou, but I don't remember anything about Zhou."

"Surnamed Zhou?" I whispered in my heart, "Zhou Wu Zheng Wang." "Zhou is also a big family name. Where would I go to find a person with the surname Zhou in the vast sea of people? But the one with the surname Zhou in the cultivation world seems to only be that person from Mount Shu, right?"

I shook my head. "It shouldn't be possible. The Mount Shu cultivator from Mount Shu shouldn't be so down and out that he could use painting to exchange for wine and money. How annoying!"

Even though I didn't get the answer I wanted, I still thanked the old man. After all, the Winter Plum Blossom that was sold for twenty years had saved my life.

Therefore, before I left, I expressed my gratitude to Old Master Mei in full. I pointed to a pair of jade-green carp pictures on the wall and said, "Old Master, this painting seems pretty good. I'm very happy — —"

Before I could finish my sentence, the old man pushed me aside and slammed the door shut.