After all, Qiao Xianyong was young and in high spirits. He didn't even feel sleepy. However, like Liu Dayuan and others, he sat by the willow tree facing the north wing of the inn and meditated to recuperate.
When the night is over, no one is walking around in the small village of Hejiacun. Apart from the snoring nearby, it is an unusually quiet little world.
Qiao Xianyong thought about the scene when he and his master discussed the spirit of the black stone. Although it happened many days ago, it was still vivid in his mind. Even Wei Hong didn't know what the method of cultivating the spirit of the black stone was.
.People in this world who have cultivated the spirit of black stone probably no longer live in this world.
No, Qiao Xianyong had a flash of inspiration. The living people probably no longer exist, but there are still traces of the legacy of the dead!
Wei Hong said that the only cultivator he knew was Ling Zigong, the leader of Tongtian Cult. This legend of Lingzi Palace has passed away, but the last person to see his body and relics was Qiao Xianyong himself.
!Probably the only person in the world who knows the burial place of Lord Tongtian is Qiao Xianyong.
Among the things left by Ling Zi Palace in the box at the bottom of Wu Valley, in addition to a robe full of peerless martial arts, there was also a map of the stars. These two relics were read over and over again by Qiao Xianyong during the three years at the bottom of the valley.
After many times, there was no other abnormality. Could it be that the leader of Tongtian left other objects?
Qiao Xianyong recalled that during the hundreds of days and nights in the valley, he had never thought that the Lord Tongtian might leave other relics besides the box. After all, to him who was young at the time, what was the Lord Tongtian?
No one knows much about it, let alone how much priceless brilliance this wonder of the world might leave behind.
Then wait until Daishan is cured, and then find a way to explore the bottom of Wugu Valley with Master. But I don’t know how to get down, but the person who owns the rope going down the mountain is a member of Master’s enemy Demon Sect. Thinking of the Demon Sect, Qiao Xianyong
Thinking of Xiao Morou again, I wonder if she had been bullied in any way in the palace. Those masters from Shanglinyuan who abducted her were obviously not good people. Compared with her own life experience, this girl seemed to be even more pitiful.
Qiao Xianyong's mind was racing, and he was even more alert and not sleepy. At this moment, he suddenly saw two black figures coming out from the east end of the north wing. Strangely, he remembered that a clerk said that the north wing was not open to the public.
Only the innkeeper lives there, and there are a few free rooms for distinguished guests. So what are the two black figures coming out of them? Could it be that the innkeeper comes to watch the courtyard at night?
Although Qiao Xianyong didn't know what the Baisha Escort Bureau was protecting, but he was so serious about it, it must be something valuable. The first night he stayed in Hejia Village, the escort leader Li thought that it was not far from Guang'an Town, and it was a small town.
The village was expected to be fine, so it was neglected. Could it be that it was dark under the lamp, and the Baisha Escort Bureau was about to stumble at the foot of Daishan Mountain? Qiao Xianyong watched the two dark figures more vigilantly.
Two black figures walked out quietly, looking around furtively. One of the black figures pointed in the direction of the east chamber, and the two then tiptoed towards the east. But there was a long way to go from where they were.
The east wing must pass through the courtyard of the inn, so the two of them cautiously stopped a dozen steps away from the escort car and Qiao Xianyong and others.
Qiao Xianyong's heart moved, and he slowly lowered his head and drooped his eyelids, but he raised his ears and tried hard to listen to what the two of them were doing.
The two of them stood holding their breath for a moment, probably still watching. Then one of them whispered, "It's just three boys, they're all asleep. It's okay. Just be gentle on your feet."
Qiao Xianyong was even more motionless, and even his breathing was calmer. But his mind was running rapidly. The voice of the speaker sounded slightly familiar. He must be someone he had seen today. Who was he?
These two people did have some skills with their feet, and they quietly passed the escort cars parked in the courtyard by the Baisha Escort Bureau. Qiao Xianyong slowly raised his eyes again, staring at the two of them without blinking.
The two of them obviously didn't realize that the three "bud boys" were not completely asleep, and they still walked towards the east wing with a clear goal. When they reached the eaves, they seemed to carefully identify the door and stopped at one of the doors. The two
The two dark figures looked at each other and nodded.
Qiao Xianyong guessed that this room was probably the target of the two of them at this time. From this point of view, Baisha Escort Agency was not the prey of these two people tonight, because the person living in this room was none other than the scholar Jing Bucai who talked to Qiao Xianyong in the evening!
Although it seemed that he had nothing to do with Qiao Xianyong at this time, Jing Bucai, who chatted with him at night, although pedantic, seemed to be a good person. However, these two shadows were sneaking around and clearly had bad intentions. Qiao Xianyong's heart immediately surged.
With a feeling of enthusiasm, I am determined to find out. If the scholar is in trouble, I will try my best to rescue him. Even if I fail, the dozen or so escorts from the Baisha Escort Agency staying here are all skilled in martial arts, and they will not die even if they think about it.
No help.
Thinking of this, Qiao Xianyong plucked up the courage and stood up slowly.
The two dark figures identified the scholar's room and did not try to open the window or door. Instead, they walked towards the end of the east wing of the row of rooms.
Qiao Xianyong watched the movements of the two people carefully and saw that after the two people reached the end, they turned inward and disappeared.
Strange, where has this person gone?
Qiao Xianyong couldn't help but quietly walked towards the direction where the two disappeared. As he was about to get closer, he suddenly realized that the end of the row of east wing rooms was an extremely narrow path that could only allow one person to pass sideways. It was extremely difficult to find. Qiao Xianyong paid attention during the day.
There were two wicker boxes piled up at the end of the east wing, so he didn't expect that the wicker boxes were actually used to cover the entrance to the path. Someone had cleared them away at some point, exposing the entrance.
Qiao Xianyong went to the entrance of the path and looked in. He didn't see the two people, but he could faintly see that there seemed to be a fork to the left at the end of the path. He knew in his heart that this must be around the east wing.
A small path was built so that you can go around to the back of the wing. But the inn's wing has a window on one side, and the opposite side of the window is a wall. Logically speaking, there is no entrance door, but I don't know what the two people did after going around the wall.
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Qiao Xianyong thought for a while but didn't come up with it, so he decided to follow and take a closer look. He pulled out the ink sword behind him, held it tightly in his hand, and walked onto the path where the two black figures had walked before.
When he reached the end, he looked to the left and saw that it was indeed a slightly wider dirt road. The two black figures were squatting on the ground in the scholar's room and whispering, completely unaware of anyone else nearby.