The four senior officials in Mingjing Si Tiangu Tower saw a glimmer of hope in Ning Changan's words.

But Ning Changan immediately poured cold water on him.

"The prince should still be alive, but there are many dangers. Otherwise, even if he is injured in the Tongyou Realm, he would have arrived in the capital long ago. If nothing else works, he can at least ask for help from the Jingzhao Mansion and the Mirror Division!"

Heavy words.

Lan Fenghuang has a good drinking capacity, and drinks more generously than the taller Yang Qifu. He is the type who pours a glass of wine directly into his throat and lets it burn in his belly.

While drinking, Lan Fenghuang asked: "Is this case related to the Xingxiu Sect?"

"The analysis of the clues presented shows that it is unlikely. The tree demon grandma sucked the blood, and Luohe Zhou also liked this. How many people died on the big ship, just by piercing the throat with a sword."

The conversation changed and Ning Changan said: "The other party tried their best, but the prince escaped in the end. He will not give up until he sees the body. There are many strange faces inside and outside Chentang County, and it is possible that the other party is among them."

The young detective Ning Changan drank and said to himself: "With such an earth-shattering thing happening in Chentang County, the focus of the court will inevitably shift to the assassination case of the prince. For the Mirror Division, it is investigating the Demon Suppression Tower and the Imperial Mausoleum Incident.

On the contrary, it’s a good thing!”

"It must be a bad thing!" Yang Qifu, who was as careful as his hair but couldn't turn around, said.

"Good thing!" Lan Fenghuang said.

"The focus of the imperial court is on the assassination of the prince in Chentang County. If the cases of the imperial mausoleum and the demon-suppressing tower are not related to Yan Xingyun, a series of incidents such as the Hongshan and the imperial mausoleum will be created. However, Yan Xingyun's troops who are lurking are ready to take advantage of the fire and rob them.

Already."

"That's the truth!" Ning Changan smiled.

The Chentang County police officer's guess was correct, but they never imagined that Yan Xingyun was targeting him.

The night was dark, and the four of them came out of the small courtyard.

The lights in the small green courtyard were soft. Zhang Sanfeng looked back and said with emotion, "No matter how the prince's assassination case turns out, Ning Changan turned into a dragon when the storm hit him."

Yang Qifu said carelessly: "If the master doesn't work harder, Ning Changan will go to Jingzhao Mansion."

Yang Qifu, a tall and powerful man, had a bright mind and knew that his boss actually admired Ning Chang'an, but Chentang County Yamen returned to Jingzhao Mansion for dispatch after all.

Ning Changan fought against two magic hunters, the prince was assassinated, and everything the Chentang County Yamen and Ning Changan did before the arrival of Jingzhao Mansion was perfect.

Getting to Jingzhao Mansion is not a matter of course.

The small courtyard became quiet, and Ning Changan sat under the clean old locust tree to meditate and practice "no taboos".

"Up to the Jade Capital" arrived at the fourth floor. The three pure qi of the Purple Mansion and the Xuanmen skills taught by the old Tao complemented each other. The "purple qi from the east" was the catalyst, and the three pure qi continued to solidify.

Ning Changan also grasped a rule. The ability to have no taboos will increase with the improvement of one's own cultivation. There is no upper limit. It is really a great magical power to break and then deal with evil spirits.

Moreover, "One hundred no taboos" is not like the three pure qi, which needs to be settled in the Zifu when the purple qi comes from the east, nor is it like the "Shangyu Jing" guarding the Dantian, which is everywhere from the meridians to the qi points.

As the qi machine circulated, Ning Changan felt comfortable all over his body, as if his arms were directing him.

As the sky circulates, Ning Changan's figure disappears from under the old locust tree, and the little fast catcher in Chentang County steps on the familiar "streaming light" in hundreds of directions.

There were leaves hanging under the old locust tree, and a gray line in the small courtyard was connected together like the stars shining down. Niu Yao Shiba stared at the strange thing with wide eyes, and then felt dazzled, and his eyes were filled with tranquility.

Chang'an.

Shiba wanted to foam at the mouth again and felt dizzy!

The banks of Luojiang River.

The lights on the river were brilliant, and the size of the thatched cottage expanded several times.

The section of the river near the river bank where the shipwreck was located was blocked off, and elite detectives from Jingzhao Prefecture deployed large and small light and dark warning posts from the reed swamps to both sides of the river bank.

During the day, officials from Dali Temple and Yushitai were at the Chentang County Yamen, which served as a temporary office. In the early morning, before nightfall, Lin Xianghe appeared in the thatched cottage on the river bank.

All the corpses on the ship had already been transported to the capital after autopsy, but the objects on the ship remained intact.

The big ship was searched almost rigorously, and no gaps in the deck were missed. The three great gods captured Nan Gucheng, Ximen Qiushui, and Bei Jingyun disembarked, and Lin Xianghe asked.

"Still no clues?"

"Sir, no!"

Lin Xianghe frowned.

"What's strange is that neither the river section nor the big ship found the bodies of the prince and princess, which means that the prince evacuated with the princess. The prince's cultivation level is comparable to that of the Houwei on the 36th floor of the Mirror Division. He has always been meticulous when leading the battle. In crisis,

There is no reason why not a single clue should be left behind when dealing with a backup plan."

"Something went wrong."

Puzzled, Lin Xianghe changed the subject: "How is Ning Chang'an?"

"Excellent talent," Ximen Qiushui said.

Nan Gucheng glanced at Ximen Qiushui, who rarely spoke and even more rarely praised others. It was strange!

Frowning Lin Xianghe nodded.

Ximen Qiushui said yes, Ning Changan was very good, otherwise he would be recruited to Jingzhao Mansion! But thinking of King Dingnan and Princess Dingnan who were still missing, Lin Xianghe frowned again.

The Luojiang River opens up, the blue clouds deep in the sky recede, and the sky dawns!

The outskirts of Chentang County.

The colorful clothes got off the sedan, the black sedan got off, the curtain was lifted, and a man in white got off the sedan.

The air in the countryside was fresh, and a talisman similar to a barrier-breaking talisman flew out of the young master's hand.

After floating for a few breaths, the talisman floated towards Chentang County.

"Let's go!" the man whispered. The black sedan and the four women in colorful clothes carrying the sedan turned into paper sedans, and the paper figures were put away.

Following the direction in which the talisman flew out, the man waved his folding fan and walked forward gracefully.

"The thoughts of a wandering child in the floating clouds, the love of an old friend in the setting sun", the young man in white recited the poem.

The poem was found on a broken wall of an ancient temple in the wilderness on the outskirts of Chentang County. It has such a special artistic conception! I just didn’t know that it was written by a great scholar. There was no signature and it was a broken poem.

Someone who can write such outstanding poetry should not be alive!

Following the direction in which the young man in white walked out, Ning Changan had entered the county town.

Going out in the morning, the bull demon Shiba said he would not go to the mountains to rely on himself, and there were many crises!

Niu Yao guards the courtyard, and Ning Changan enters the county seat.

The case was shrouded in mystery, so Ning Changan got up earlier than usual and entered the county town earlier.

The street was sparsely populated. Ning Changan walked along the street and arrived at Banri Bookstore. The waiters were eating breakfast at a breakfast stall on the other side of the street. Ning Changan went directly to the painting studio.

After practicing the night before, Ning Changan hung up a painting of cattle herding.

The original shape of the cow is naturally the cow demon Shiba, while the shepherd boy looks like Yan Xingyun who was reborn as a human baby.

Two remaining lines of poetry;

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest;

Ning Changan did not write the last two sentences. This is called hunger marketing, and it is very effective for literati from the capital.

When he turned to go out, Ning Changan saw the "Hunting Picture" hanging on the wall.

The picture is grand, with a vast sky and earth, mountains and mountains, and the hunter's hut can be vaguely seen between the distant mountains. The hunting horse team is majestic, with yellow on the left and blue on the right, and the bow is like a full moon shooting at the wolf. Everyone's handiwork.

"I've never made such a picture, where did it come from?"

Ning Chang'an, the young catcher in Chentang County, didn't think much about it. The book club would sometimes have his elder brother Ning Changsheng or the literati he met who were good at painting.

The profound and majestic picture is marred by flaws that are easily overlooked.

The cavalry is galloping, but one horse has no owner.
Chapter completed!