Self-cultivation in the world of monster hunting

After discussing for a long time, there was still no result. Later, some people could not hold back and left Juling Villa first. The remaining guests who had not had time to see the sword left after hearing the news.

Within an hour, out of the hundred or so guests, there were less than ten left.Those who left were all anxious to go to Tianji Pavilion to buy news, lest they would take the lead by running behind.

Ming Zizhen stayed and took care of Wenren Feihong's emotions very generously.Lu Xiang, Sijun, and Bo Yangyan also stayed. In order to take care of Wenren Feihong's mood, they quickly returned to the small courtyard, so as not to cause trouble for him.

When I arrived at the gate of the small courtyard, I found that there were a few more disciples guarding the courtyard.

But it's understandable, after all, such an important thing was lost.

Lu Xiang pulled the other two people into his room, closed the doors and windows and surrounded the small table, and said straightforwardly, "Who do you think stole it?"

Sijun shook his head and did not speak, his meaning was unclear, while Bo Yangyan was in a daze, as if he couldn't hear what Lu Xiang was saying.

Xingyuan said: "Besides Mr. Bat, who else could it be?"

Lu Xiang thought about it carefully, and said: "At present, it seems that this possibility is the most likely. If this is the case, what we have to do is very simple, just find Mr. Bat."

Xingyuan shook his head: "It's very simple for you to go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables."

"Isn't it easy to think about you?" Lu Xiang continued with a proud tone, "But I think there are still weird things in this matter. Have you noticed that since we entered Juling Villa, there have been strange things here."

Sijun grasped the point very keenly, and said, "What other things have you encountered?"

"It's not that important, but I think it's a bit weird." Lu Xiang told the story of Wen Renyi throwing out the handkerchief that he met yesterday morning, and then asked, "Is this related to Mr. Bat?"

Sijun said: "I have never heard that Mr. Bat's theft signal is a handkerchief."

"But I think that when Wenren Feihong saw that handkerchief, he was more frightened than he was when he saw the demon bat. His expression at that time...how should I put it...was very wrong. So is this also a signal of threat? Who would dare to go up? Juling Villa came to threaten Wenren Feihong...that should be a very powerful person." Lu Xiang rubbed his chin, turned to Sijun and said, "Is that you?"

Sijun shook his head and said, "If I don't like him, I will hit him directly. What are you threatening?"

"I know you are amazing." Lu Xiang snorted, and then said, "In the world, is there any other person or sect that would send threatening signals?"

This question is for everyone here.

Sijun shook his head again: "No one sent it to me, so I don't know."

Xingyuan: "I'm a hardworking, kind, loyal and honest demon, how do I know these things?"

Lu Xiaogu: "Mushroom."

Lu Xiaoji: "Hey."

Bo Yangyan didn't make a sound, he was out of his mind, as if his daughter-in-law had run away with someone.

Lu Xiang sighed and said, "How can this work... I have to find a way to ask someone... But other people can't be trusted..."

With a flash of inspiration, Lu Xiang suddenly stood up and ran to the window, opened the window and looked around, and saw a few sparrows on a tree not far away, talking non-stop.

"Hello..." Lu Xiang tentatively called out in a low voice, "Are you the birds of Qingling Pavilion Master?"

Not a single bird bird him.

Then Lu Xiang took out three bank notes from his bosom, shook them, and said, "Two questions, two bank notes, and the rest is errand fees."

As soon as the words were finished, one of the sparrows suddenly swooped towards him with a gallant and heroic posture like an eagle, and snatched the bank note in his hand with its two claws.

Then the sparrow hovered in the air, waiting for his question.

Xingyuan said in surprise: "My God, this is also possible!"

Lu Xiang couldn't help applauding his wit!

"Two questions. First, who stole the sword. Second, is there any person or organization that will use the handkerchief as a threat signal."

After Lu Xiang finished speaking, the sparrow "chirped, chirped, chirped" for a while, Lu Xiang lifted Lu Xiaoji out, and he "chirped, chirped" for a while, Lu Xiang understood.

The sparrow flew away quickly, Lu Xiang closed the window and came back, and said to several people: "The little sparrow said that it will take two days to go back and forth, and if there is a heavy rain on the road, you will need to pay more."

Several people:……

It really is a light-feathered bird...

"Then let's continue." Lu Xiang tapped the desktop, "The first question probably won't be answered, and there are no birds in the secret room, so we can't expect too much from Qingling, we'd better find out by ourselves." Good. Now then..."

The sound of "dong" made Lu Xiang tremble in fright.

It was Bo Yangyan, who was so far away from the soul, who came back to his senses, slammed the table, and then stood up as if he made up his mind. His face was flushed again, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something.

Lu Xiang realized that what he was going to say might be very important, and he was afraid that the wall would have ears, so he quickly covered his mouth and said with his mouth: "Don't say it."

At the same time, Sijun seemed to have sensed what Lu Xiang was thinking, and very tacitly stretched out his fingers to dip the tea in the cup and quickly drew symbols on the table.The moment the last stroke was completed, a silver halo spread rapidly from his fingertips like a water wave, and finally formed a large circle, enclosing the few of them.

Sijun casually twisted the corner of Lu Xiang's clothes to wipe off the water from his hands, and said, "It's okay to say."

Only then did Lu Xiang let go of his hand.

Bo Yangyan finally couldn't hold back the words that he had held back for a long time, and immediately spewed out: "That sword... is fake!"

Lu Xiang was taken aback, his mouth was so distorted that his face was deformed.

Sijun's expression didn't change much, but he finally turned his attention to Bo Yangyan and asked, "How did you know?"

Bo Yangyan said nervously: "I've seen that sword before, it's genuine."

Sijun continued to look at him and asked, "When? Where?"

Bo Yangyan said: "It was when I was very young, but I guarantee with my life that what I said is trustworthy. The sword I saw today must be fake. The real sword has engravings on it."

Sijun is aggressive: "What word?"

Bo Yangyan said: "I didn't see clearly, I don't know."

Sijun raised his eyebrows: "I don't know?"

"I really don't know. I can't say more about the rest." Bo Yangyan gritted his teeth and said, "Master Sijun, I have become friends with Mr. Lu since we first met, and I regard you as a trustworthy friend, so I told you both frankly. What you see. But everyone has their own secrets that they don’t want to tell others, and I believe you have too.”

Lu Xiang immediately clasped Bo Yangyan's shoulders righteously, and proudly showed his position on behalf of Sijun: "Don't worry, we won't ask, after all, we are all a gang!"

Xingyuan rolled his eyes and said, "Have you studied? That word is team!"

"Oh, yes, Xiaohua is really knowledgeable." Lu Xiang didn't care, poked Xingyuan and continued to climb on Bo Yangyan's shoulder, and said, "Okay, now we have another piece of news, that is: the The sword is fake."

Sijun stared at Bo Yangyan, but finally stopped asking.

Lu Xiang then said seriously: "Then if we find the stolen sword, can you prove that it is fake?"

Bo Yangyan said: "It's hard to say...but you can try it. The real sword is very special. It is said that Ji Nanhong made the sword with the stone from the sky. It is extremely light, extremely tough, and extremely sharp. It can cut iron like Ni, Ji Nanhong once said that there is no sword in the world that can be sharper than it. If you find the fake sword that was stolen, you can try to use a good black iron sword to split it. If it breaks, it will prove that I said But even if it didn't break... anyway, I'm sure it's fake."

Lu Xiang frowned and thought for a long time, then said: "Now this matter is more complicated, we have to ask a new question - since when did the sword become fake, and who knows it is fake."

This series of questions made everyone very silent.

Wen Renxian and the female disciple who was stunned by the demon bat were still unconscious, but even if they woke up, judging from Wen Ren Feihong's anger towards the three of them, they would not have a chance to ask.

But Lu Xiang was determined to find out about this matter, including the issue of the sword and the Qiankun bag. He must know whether he and the Wen people really have any relationship.

If you want to check, you can't check it blatantly.

After struggling for a while, Lu Xiang finally made up his mind and said, "Then let's take a break now and act later?"

Unanimously agreed, and then went back to each room, quiet for a whole day.