The indescribable Taoist Lord

The mysterious rainbow light fell at the mouth of the valley, and the faint spiritual light rising from the rainbow around Zhao Haitang gradually dissipated. At this time, thick snow had accumulated in the valley, and the battle a few days ago was washed away and covered without any trace. .

However, although the ashes of the calamity were washed away, the traces of the disturbed spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the falling rocks were undeniable.

However, Zhang Qinghe covered it up afterwards, and even covered up his own traces within a few days, so that the visitors to the Zhang family only knew that there were passing monks fighting evil spirits - when Wude Xingjun passed by. What does he have to do with a poor gentleman who teaches in Zhangjiacun?

Zhao Haitang stretched out his small onion fingers and pinched them casually. His face, which was as delicate as jade but had a rather fierce temperament, frowned again——

"The hexagram should indeed be here. Zhao Zhi died here that day."

Zhao Haitang's jade-like nose sniffed gently, and it was quite cute, but his whole person was as alert as a small animal, exuding a dangerous aura.

"It smells evil, and it's not the same as those who came out of the Ancient Demon Sealing Path... The situation has become a bit complicated."

After she finished speaking, she squatted down. Her already low body became even smaller as she squatted down. The spirit energy condensed in her hands, stirring up several feet of flying snow and creating a small, shallow hole on the ground. pit.

Zhao Haitang picked up some white snow in the pit - he saw that the snow was not flawless, nor was it pure and white. There were some dark brown particles like sand and stone mixed in it, exuding a mysterious and deep brilliance. .

"Beheading people and turning them into ashes, he is really an evil man from the Heavenly Palace, and he still has an evil aura. I'm afraid he hasn't escaped.

I just don’t know how much the Wude Xingjun mentioned by the elders of the Mingge clan weighs. "

Zhao Haitang's eyes were expressionless, but a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking for some interesting toy.

She slowly straightened up, letting her loose robes flutter in the westerly wind of the Northern Wilderness. She held the Zhonghuang Dou Shu Seal in her hand and pondered for a long time, but her tightened brows could not be relieved after all -

She had done a lot of calculations along the way, but like many evil people in the Heavenly Palace, the traces and information related to this person only stopped at the name of "Wude Xingjun". Even the hyacinths of Tianyan Pavilion had never received it before. Any news is as if this person appeared out of thin air.

"That's interesting."

Zhao Haitang looked at the village in the valley with twinkling eyes - someone must have seen the miracle that night that was so terrifying to ordinary people, and it is possible that some curious villagers came closer to observe. All calculations are not groundless duckweeds and castles in the air. If we can roughly know what the appearance of Wude Xingjun is like and what his magical powers are, then we can know where he escaped to.

And in this vast snowfield, there is only such a village around

Thinking of this, Zhao Haitang calmed down his emotions and walked slowly towards the valley.

"Huh?"

It was also on the way into the valley that I saw a gentleman in gray cloth robes and a somewhat elegant teacher walking in the snow holding a little child, holding a fishing rod made of green bamboo in his hand. Carrying a fish basket made of bamboo strips on his back, he was preparing to go out of the valley.

Needless to say, this is Zhang Qinghe who came here after giving his students a holiday and leaving school early. He also pulled Zhang San over and brought some "props" along the way, expecting to have some contact with the people appointed by the Zhang family in advance.

"What a handsome teacher..."

Zhao Haitang pinched her fingers and identified the man's identity as a private school teacher in the village. However, his appearance was indeed handsome. Among the pretentious people she had ever seen, there were few of them with such good looks.

Under the Tiangong Breath Condensation Technique, she couldn't see Zhang Qinghe's disguise at all, not to mention that Zhang Qinghe had previously deliberately adjusted his external temperament to be more mature and ordinary. At this time, except for his more beautiful appearance, he didn't look too out of the ordinary.

Who says that poor mountains and harsh waters can’t raise dragons and phoenixes? Isn’t there a cute little porcelain doll next to him?

Zhao Haitang thought that this played into her mind - this teacher was probably one of the most knowledgeable people in the village, so he naturally knew what happened that night and was able to describe it.

After all, if he were an ordinary countryman, he would probably have been incoherent and would have knelt down on the spot.

"Hey, the one who teaches!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Haitang pursed his lips and shouted casually. However, this was a bit funny for a little girl who was not much taller than Zhang San.

"Where did the guest house come from, and how did you know that I was the teacher in Zhangjia Village?"

Zhang Qinghe and Zhang Sanzheng were walking out, listening to the sound, so they looked around, but they only heard the sound and did not see the person, pretending to be confused.

"I'm here, right in front of you."

Zhang Qinghe then lowered his head and looked down at Zhao Haitang, who was very close to him.

"This is an oversight on my part. Please make amends to this... girl."

He pretended to apologize, but in fact he was secretly happy - among the Zhang family's life star monks, he never thought there was such a little kid?

Zhao Haitang was so upset that he even wanted to grind the stones under his feet into dust, but then he thought that this was just a mortal, so he said "cut" and left it alone.

"You haven't answered my question yet, where did it come from?"

The question that Zhang Qinghe was asked a few days ago was now asked by him again to Zhao Haitang.

"Coming from Shenxia."

Zhao Haitang raised his head coldly and slightly, but happened to meet Zhang Qinghe's eyes. Zhang Qinghe's eyes reflected a kind of indifference that seemed to be indifferent to everything, and a desperate pursuit of obsession and fun, but deep inside. The emptiness of confusion.

Zhao Haitang's eyes glowed extremely intensely for a moment - she seemed to have discovered some kind of rare treasure, and there was deep fanaticism in her eyes.

"In such a remote village, an ordinary teacher who is ordinary except for his appearance can actually have such eyes... This is simply, this is simply a treasure."

The little girl looked strange, but she could feel the joy of her emotions, as if she had found a kindred spirit and found some kind of resonance, and her whole body was trembling.

She even changed her original method of forcibly searching the soul when she couldn't get any useful information, and searched for the image of that day in Niwan Palace. She wiped away all the dirt on her face, revealing an exquisite face that was unbelievably white.

"I wonder if this...sir, does he know what happened at Taniguchi a few days ago?"

Zhao Haitang pointed at the empty open valley mouth, leaving only her small and messy footprints.

"Oh, you've asked the right person now."

Zhang Qinghe smiled gently.