Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 47
"You know me?" Long Muming narrowed his eyes and smiled brightly, his ebony black pupils were particularly dazzling.

"Hehe," Nan Feng laughed a few times, "I just found out not too long ago."

She and the sixth prince will be neighbors in the future.
"Miss Wuqing, Mu Ming, we can go." Long Zhantian looked at Nan Fengqing with a pair of graceful peach blossom eyes, and pursed his vermilion lips lightly, with a smile that was not a smile.

Long Zhantian had been left alone just now, but he kept a slight smile on his face. During the period, he waved for a few soldiers in gold armor to come over, and told them to go to Zhanwang's mansion, and let the servants prepare meals, and they should be rich. a little.

The three of them walked out of the cave, and the whip bearers just now were all arrested and escorted by golden armored soldiers. More than 100 people who were driven out were being escorted back to the village by hundreds of golden armored soldiers.

Around the cave, there is also an old man in a white robe who seems to blend in with the surrounding environment.

As soon as Nan Fengqing came out of the cave, she immediately felt the powerful aura of the old man in white robe. She subconsciously sensed it with magical power, and there was only one feeling——

Unfathomable.

As if aware of something, the white-robed old man tilted his head slightly, and his eyes met Nan Fengqing's.

His pair of eyes, the ancient well is not wavered.

His calm gaze was as calm as water, and his white robe was flowing.

At the moment when Nan Fengqing looked at each other, the old man smiled slightly, his eyes narrowed, his face was full of red, amiable, completely different from the misty feeling just now, he seemed to be just an ordinary kind old man when he smiled, which made people feel heartbroken kind.

"Third Prince, Sixth Prince." The old man in white robe said politely as if meeting an acquaintance.

"Old Shi." Long Zhantian and Long Muming stopped in tacit understanding, and called the old man respectfully in unison.

The old man in white robe Shi Xuanyuan nodded slightly, and then looked at Nan Fengqing.

The voice asked kindly and friendly: "This girl is"

Nan Fengqing's eyes were clear, and instead of avoiding Shi Xuanyuan's questioning gaze, he replied loudly, "Junior Wu Qing."

"Good, good, good!" Shi Xuanyuan seemed to be in a good mood, he laughed, "Funny little girl, even the old man can't see your cultivation!"

Hearing this, Long Zhantian's peach blossom eyes were thoughtful, and Long Muming's dark pupils were full of surprise.

Shi Xuanyuan seemed to have ignored the two princes, and asked: "Miss Wuqing, who did you learn from?" As he spoke, he looked at Nan Fengqing with his penetrating eyes, as if to see if she was telling the truth.

"The junior never had a master." Nan Feng smiled with his lips curled up.

Shi Xuanyuan's eyes seemed to have a special power, no lie could escape his eyes.

A guess suddenly popped up in Nan Fengqing's heart.

Could it be that the talent of this white-robed old man is "distinguishing falsehoods"?He is using this talent to find out if he is lying.?

At this moment, Shi Xuanyuan's expression was a little weird, because he couldn't feel at all whether what Nan Fengqing said was true.

If you just look at the facial expressions and eyes, this girl named Wuqing is telling the truth, but his talent is to distinguish falsehoods, he can easily check whether what the other party said is true or false, but why does he have no feeling for her at all?

It's fine if you can't see the young girl's cultivation just now, after all, she probably relied on the treasure to block her spiritual power from detection, but no matter how powerful the treasure is, it can't even block his talent for discerning fakes, right?
What is the identity of this girl?
Tens of thousands of thoughts flashed through Shi Xuanyuan's mind, and finally, he asked uncertainly: "Girl, is your talent for discerning fakes?"

(End of this chapter)