When Mo Emei spoke like this, Ning Chang felt as peaceful as a stone.

An idea came to mind, which showed that his analysis was not unreasonable. Even if Mo Emei was not proficient in formations, his understanding of formations was definitely better than his own. The head of Tiangu Tower analyzed the key.

Mo Emei asked, and Ning Changan replied: "I'm not familiar with the formation. I'm just guessing. It's a matter of great importance, and I didn't make it public. I didn't tell Yang Qifu. You can find a reliable person from Qin Tianjian who is proficient in the formation from Shikou, Huangling,

For inquiries at the Demon Tower of Mingjing Division, you can also go to Hongshan first without alerting the enemy."

Mo Emei, whose eyes were always cold, showed a little appreciation and said directly: "To Hongshan!"

"You arrange it and I return to Chentang County. If you need my participation, just send me a letter."

The head of Tiangu Tower didn't say when he would take action, he just nodded.

He reached out and took out six Dou Nangong Nails. It is an unwritten rule in the world that heroes do not ask where they came from. However, the Six Dou Nangong Nails were so mysterious that even the alchemists of the Qintian Prison could not analyze them thoroughly.

Seemingly casual, but actually thoughtful, Mo Emei asked: "The White Bone Demon has been imprisoned in the Mirror Division Prison. I'll give this to you. It's very good."

Ning Changan kept his mouth shut and laughed inwardly: "After all, I just want to know the origin of the Six Dou Nangong Nails."

Reaching out for the nail: "It's a life-saving guy, so it's easy to use."

Mo Emei's still cold eyes were filled with emotions: "Are you unable to hear the meaning behind your words or are you pretending to be crazy?"

The head of Tiangu Tower, Aojiao, did not continue this topic.

After arriving in the capital, knowing that the alchemist of the Qintian Prison could not solve the secret of the long nail, Mo Emei connected the whole case and had the idea of ​​​​transferring Ning Changan to the Mirror Division. At this time, the idea was temporarily suppressed. Since there is an inside story under the Red Mountain, it is indispensable.

Will be exposed to, observe and understand deeply.

Then the head of Tiangu Tower heard Ning Changan say something ridiculous: "You have to give me a certificate. I came to the capital for a reason. I went back to the Yamen so that I can reply. I'm afraid it will waste time. I skipped work and the Yamen will deduct the money."

Salary."

Looking at Ning Changan who looked serious, Mo Emei said: "Okay!"

Mo Emei was a quiet person, and Ning Changan had never thought of having in-depth exchanges with the head of Tiangulou. The other party agreed, and Ning Changan thanked him and said, "I will go back to Chentang County tomorrow."

The head of Tiangu Tower stood up and said, "Go back and ask Yang Qifu to give you a handwritten letter."

One step to the courtyard, another step into the void, Mo Emei disappeared from Ning Changan's sight.

Then Ning Changan heard the sound of footsteps running away quickly outside the courtyard.

While he was talking to Mo Emei, Yang Qifu stayed outside the hospital.

He is tall and powerful, but his heart is as careful as his hair!

Yang Qifu left, and Ning Changan probably bought a handwritten letter. The two of them must have communicated through sound transmission from thousands of miles away. He did not know the sound transmission technique of Mingjing Division Xiuwei.

As Ning Changan expected, Yang Qifu entered the small courtyard half an hour later.

Looking at Ning Changan sitting in the courtyard, he raised the handwriting written by Fenghuoqi in his hand: "Jingzhao Mansion handwriting."

Ning Chang'an stood up, holding the handwritten book, and admired in his heart: "A cold woman is thoughtful, does not fool around with things, and is very smart. She actually took the Jingzhao Mansion's handwritten book. The Jingzhao Mansion is in charge of all the large and small yamen in the counties of the Yu Kingdom. The court.

There are people among us, and the emperor will have easy work at his feet."

Ning Changan is good at handwriting. Yang Qifu looked at the young policeman from Chentang County and said, "We said we'd like to invite you for a drink in the capital. How about that?"

Ning Changan smiled: "Right here!"

"good!"

With a jar of roasted knives, a plate of soy sauce beef, and a plate of fried river shrimps, the young catcher from Chentang County and Qingyi from the Mirror Division sat together.

Then Yang Qifo was knocked down on the table by Ning Changan.

Ning Changan was not a big drinker, but Yang Qifu was.

On the premise of not cheating, there is no absolute relationship between alcohol consumption and cultivation level, but the reverse is another matter.

The Tsing Yi Xiuwei of the Mingjing Division practices outer kung fu, wearing iron cloth shirts with golden bell covers.

During the Battle of Hongshan, although Madam White Bones was driven into an air pocket by Ning Changan's two six-ton ​​Nangong nails, her attack power was still terrifying. However, Yang Qifo's iron tower-like body withstood Madam White Bones's series of kicks and her arms blocked the fatal nail attack. This shows that

The outer sect martial arts with a horizontal sword and a horse is tough.

But what Ning Changan cultivates is the internal mental method.

The energy is transformed, and the wine that enters the body is directly evaporated. The scene of two people drinking is like Duan Yu cheating with the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Drunk, Yang Qifu acted like a fool. Ning Changan helped him to his room to lie down, leaving the words "Thank you for your hospitality, see you later" and went out in the night.

Xu hour is the most lively time in the capital at night, and the city gates are not closed. Ning Changan walked through Hongfu Street and saw the graceful women on the left and right in front of his eyes. Ning Changan bought the Zhang Cai Boy Mask at the market.

At midnight, Ning Changan, wearing the mask of a money-giving boy, appeared quietly at the entrance of the market.

After meeting the Mirror Division, Ning Changan had no intention of becoming the boss.

There is another mystery to the Hongshan case, but in the final analysis it is related to Ning Changan's safety.

The Mirror Division has its own case-handling methods, while Ning Changan has his own creed.

Since we have determined that there is something wrong with the city entrance, the Demon Suppression Tower, and the Imperial Tomb, we will peel off the cocoons from the city entrance to see if we can find some clues.

It was late at night, but traces of the mess caused by the evil wind at the market entrance the night before were still there.

Ning Changan, wearing the mask of a money-giving boy, squatted on an old locust tree at the entrance of the city.

In front of the line of sight was a dilapidated corpse shop. The roof of the shop had been put up with a simple roof all day long, and it was dark and dark.

Dim lights seeped out from several intact corpse shops.

Ning Changan took the qi talisman.

Kneading the talisman and smearing it between the eyebrows and eyes, clear light spread out from the pupils, and the sinister aura rising to the sky also appeared in Ning Changan's sight.

The evil aura was red, and Ning Changan knew that it might not be caused by ghosts.

The entrance to the market is very close to the execution ground. One place beheads people and kills people, and the other place sews up corpses and mortuates them. This is caused by the condensation of evil and resentment over the years.

Then Ning Changan looked at the two corpse shops in the middle of the city entrance to the east.

The upper part of one room is dry and bright, and the Yin evil energy is automatically avoided. The upper part of the other room is filled with Yin evil energy, which forms a tornado and is red and purple.

It was thicker than the Yin Qi Ning Changan saw in White Bones.

"Interesting!" Ning Changxin said.

After observing for a long time, there was no sound around, and it was certain that no one was there. Ning Changan fell to the ground from the old locust tree silently.

With the help of the dilapidated house for cover, Ning Changan leaned towards the clear and bright corpse shop.

The room is spacious and light leaks from the windows.

Ning Changan jumped onto the roof.

Stretching his body, he rolled up the pearl curtain, hooked his feet on the eaves, and leaned down.

The picture in the room suddenly became clear.

The space is spacious, with a red plate on the table near the window holding sand, a T-shaped stand on top, and a pen hanging at the end. Two men in black are supporting it. The one with his back to Ning Changan is a lame man. Judging from his clothing, he should be a corpse stitcher.

The appearance of the man in black holding the support brackets on the left and right cannot be seen, and he wears a mask. The man in black in front of you also wears a mask, but his temperament is outstanding.

Ning Changan's eyes were fixed on the sand table.

There is a pen hanging above the sand table.

There are always many things that push the limits of imagination, such as suddenly seeing a hanging pen in a corpse shop at the entrance of the market.

Pen fairy!

The conditioned reflexes of the muscles spasmed in response to the neuronal responses.

The lame man muttered something, but Ning Changan didn't understand a word of it.

But Ning Changan saw the pen move like a wolf hair.
Chapter completed!