Zun'an for thirty-three years.

January twenty-three.

The sky in Shuzhou is like a young woman's face, with a different appearance. She looks innocent and shy, but underneath there is a continuous rain.

Not long ago, the sky was bright and clear, but in an instant it turned cloudy.

It rained lightly and soon became cloudy again.

The mountains are continuous, and the clouds are like silk. It also looks like a majestic eagle, shadowy and shadowy among the mountainside, magnificent and beautiful.

From a distance, there are mountains, clouds, sky and earth, just like a natural picture.

There was a storyteller who was very popular in poetry. Looking at this scene from a distance, he simply called it: "The sculpture is wrapped around the waist."

Among the nameless mountains, the highest and steepest one is called Jiangjun Peak.

There is a small town at the foot of the mountain.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. There are not many residents in the town, so it has everything it needs.

"Sir, you must be from out of town. There is an allusion to the General Peak."

At a tea stall with only a few customers, the idle young shopkeeper was spitting like a star and vividly recounting local history and legends to a stalwart man.

"Legend has it that more than two hundred years ago, a general in the imperial court was in trouble and went south to hide here."

"Back then, the bandits were raging here. That general was extremely righteous. He carried a ghost-headed sword and killed the bandits around the town from top to bottom, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then from the foot of the mountain back to the top of the mountain.

, I killed him for ten whole days and ten nights without blinking an eye!"

"Later on, there was finally peace here after being killed. The general also hid in the mountains and stayed there for ten years."

"Ten years later, a hiker went up the mountain to collect medicine and found a pair of rusty armor on the highest mountain. The general's bones had long been eaten clean."

"Later, in order to commemorate the general, we common people built a temple on it. They buried the armor next to the temple, erected a monument, and regarded it as the general's tomb."

When Zheng Xiu followed [Station Station Fengbei] to this small town at the foot of Yunliu Temple Mountain.

Only then did I discover that the name "Xie Yunliu" was well known in this town.

A general in trouble two hundred years ago.

He came here by chance, killed all the bandits around, and left a legend behind.

In order to commemorate this general, the people in the town built "Yunliu Temple".

This town was later renamed "Jiangjun Town".

Zheng Xiu just landed and knew that Feng Bei was nearby, so he casually found a place to drink tea.

I asked a few more random questions.

Just asked.

No difficulty.

Basically, as long as you get here, you can find Xie Yunliu.

After drinking tea and some cold drinks, Zheng Xiu chatted with the shop owner.

While chatting with the store owner, he felt something was wrong. He suspected that this handsome and handsome man wanted to drink Bawang tea.

A woman in black clothes approached quickly like the wind.

"when did you come?"

Feng Bei saw Zheng Xiu from a distance. He frowned at first, and then quickly relaxed his eyebrows. It was like a pool of lake water, with ripples gently spreading out. The lake surface was calm, but only the lake could know the undercurrents.

Zheng Xiu waved to Fengbei and said with a smile, "I didn't bring any money."

"Brother Zheng, it's okay for you... I'll pay the bill."

Feng Bei sighed softly, but the smile on his lips when paying the bill made it difficult to think of it as a "sigh".

Leaving the tea stall, the two of them walked on the street.

Feng Bei asked: "Brother Zheng, when did you arrive?"

Zheng Xiu: "Just now."

"Brother Zheng, you are so elusive."

"Ahem, just average."

Zheng Xiu asked about Yueyan and Douxie.

"They went up the mountain all night to Yunliu Temple last night."

Zheng Xiu looked at Feng Bei in confusion: "You didn't follow?"

Feng Bei turned her head, not letting Zheng Xiu see her expression, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, Xie Yunliu was a figure two hundred years ago, and has long since become a withered skeleton. Yunliu Temple has stood for more than two hundred years. If there is anything hidden, it should have been there long ago.

The only way is to be discovered. They will inquire first, and if there is anything unusual, they will pass the information down the mountain."

Zheng Xiu nodded, that’s the truth.

After tracking down the cannibal paintings all the way from the Imperial City to Shuzhou, for nearly a month, he couldn't even see the painting. Zheng Xiu didn't believe that the painting would stay in Yunliu Temple so smoothly.

Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu searched for information on the streets. In addition to the painting, Zheng Xiu asked the local people about the "Flower Monk".

Dou Xie was a rookie, but Yue Yan was not. Yue Yan was strong enough to protect herself, so it would be more efficient to investigate information separately.

After walking for about an hour, we visited nearly half of Jiangjun Town.

"Did you notice it?"

At a stall selling paper masks, Zheng Xiu pretended to pick up a black crow-style mask, pressed it on Feng Bei's face, and whispered in a low voice.

Then he laughed loudly and said, "This mask suits you very well."

"Is it?"

Feng Bei looked at himself wearing a crow mask in the mirror, and answered Zheng Xiu's first question without changing his expression: "Someone is spying on us secretly, but who could it be? The incomplete building?"

Zheng Xiu shook his head: "The Broken Building is pretty easy to identify, unless the people they sent are disabled this time."

"How much?"

The stall owner replied: "Sir, it is unlucky for the woman to wear this mask. Do you want to change it to this one?"

The stall owner gestured to the cute little white rabbit-shaped stall beside him.

There are a row of white rabbit-shaped masks, which are obviously best-sellers. There is only one black crow mask, which is an unpopular one. It is clear at a glance.

Feng Bei was picking at the stalls, and she chose a very strange one for Zheng Xiu - the style was a ferocious green-faced ghost head with a protruding chin and four long fangs staggered. The eyes were crescent-shaped.

It looks like a ghost smiling ferociously. There are many patterns on the mask.

"Your taste is really...unique."

Zheng Xiu was speechless, watching helplessly as Feng Bei didn't hear the deeper meaning of his words, and bought it without saying a word. But Zheng Xiu naturally wouldn't put it on him. Once he cancels [Fugue], the mask will drop from the place where the incarnation disappeared.

, what’s the difference between this and exposing chicken feet? Wouldn’t it be exposed instantly?

It was just a disguise for the two of them to hang out at street stalls, and Zheng Xiu didn't expect Feng Bei to actually spend money to buy these gadgets.

Take a few steps.

Feng Bei strung the two masks together and hung them on his waist.

She turned around in front of Zheng Xiu, with her back to Zheng Xiu, and said with a smile: "Brother Zheng, does this look good?"

Zheng Xiu hesitated to ask whether you meant the mask or something else when you said good-looking. Suddenly, Zheng Xiu stared at Feng Bei's back. After a moment of silence, he pointed: "Feng Bei, are you... today?"

…Just happened to forget to bring your waistband when you go out?”

Feng Bei was startled when he heard this and lowered his head to look at his waist.

The place where the "Shang Xian San" waist badge should have been hung.

At this moment, it's empty.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a few seconds.

The rare smile on Feng Bei's face disappeared, and his fists slowly clenched.

Zheng Xiu also found it incredible.

Although Feng Bei didn't say anything, her reaction seemed to explain everything.

She was stolen.

Moreover, Ye Weiyang's waistband was stolen while she was happily shopping.

The silent Feng Bei had no expression on his face, pulling at it with his teeth and clenching his black silk gloves.

"Calm down."

Zheng Xiu had a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead and promised: "I will never tell them, I promise not to say anything."

Feng Bei nodded.

Zheng Xiu's judgment of Feng Bei's mentality is actually a little wrong.
To be continued...