Chapter 44: Sword Monument Cracks

After the arrests took Song Juan away, Li Motang asked casually: "Master Luan, does he know what Mr. Liu is investigating recently?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Luan Zhongqing felt a little nervous. As the governor, Liu Xuetian was responsible for supervising local government affairs. Who was supervising, wasn't he?

"You're not investigating me secretly, are you?" Luan Zhongqing quickly shook his head. Although he was not honest, he was not far behind. Liu Xuetian was not killed by him.

If he was really killed because of investigating something, no matter what it was, he didn't want to know!

"I still want to be promoted." Luan Zhongqing made a small calculation in his mind and said to Li Motang, "If nothing happens to the princess, I will go back to the government office first and settle the case."

Li Motang nodded: "I will trouble Mr. Luan about what I promised. In addition, the token she mentioned should be drawn and given to me."

"I understand." Luan Zhongqing knew that he wanted to keep Song Juan's body and send it to the mass grave in Shicheng County. It was not his responsibility anyway, and he could sell the princess a favor, so of course he would not forget it.

Luan Zhongqing left, and Li Motang turned around and saw Huang Feng teasing the two frightened maids: "Do you know why you didn't wake up when your aunt went out to kill people? It's because you are possessed by ghosts!"

The two little maids were shivering.

Huang Feng continued to tease them: "You little aunts have been arrested. Will Liu Mansion still want you? Will they think you are unlucky and kick you out?"

The two little maids were in a depressed mood, looking at their toes and looking very worried.

Li Motang held the sword and wanted to come over and attack the inhumane Huang Feng, but he heard his conversation change: "If you are really driven out and have nowhere to go, go to Fengping and talk to the second son of the Tao family, a cloth merchant. Mr. Huang asked you to go and find a job for you."

After thinking about it, Huang Feng was worried that Tao Yansheng's first job for them was to warm the bed.

But then he thought again, maybe the two little maids would be happy with it, so he wouldn't worry about it anymore.

Huang Feng casually handed five taels of silver to the little maids. Huang Feng didn't feel bad at all. Anyway, they were all given by the tea guests in Qifeng Garden, which was almost like picking them up.

and……

Huang Feng reached out to Li Motang.

"What?" Li Motang was confused.

"The porcelain bowl is twenty taels, and the traveling expenses for the two little girls are ten taels. You should pay for this." Huang Feng was very rude. The money he picked up was also money. If you can reimburse it, why not reimburse it!

Although he was a little angry, Li Motang was still willing to give the money: "Xiao Nuan, give it to him!"

"Oh." Xiao Nuan took out the money bag and counted the silver to Huang Feng.

"Come on, senior brother will take you for a walk. Tell senior brother what you want." Huang Feng greeted Bai Yang and didn't forget to ask Li Motang, "Do you want to come together?"

It was just polite, he didn't expect the other party to agree, but who knew...

"Okay." Li Motang actually agreed.

Huang Feng and Xiao Nuan both showed surprised expressions.

…

At the same time, in the Dragon Burial Stream, sixty miles south of Shulu City, a man in black robe stood where the fortune teller was swallowed by the white mist, looking around.

After a long while, he cursed: "What a waste. He will die if he dies. He even lost his soul-gathering lamp, but at least he managed the matter in the tree hut."

After scolding, the man in black robe jumped up to Yunzhu Peak, looked into the depths of Dragon Burial Stream, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect the legend of Shulu to be true. It's a pity. If I had known about it earlier, I could have tried to see if I could save this remnant soul." Take it for your own use. Now that the commotion is so big, it is not convenient for He Di to take action under his eyes. "

"Oh, I really can't help but think, it's coming." The man in black robe suddenly looked in the direction of the tree hut, knowing that he should retreat.

After walking far away, he looked back and said with a smile: "Now that you're awake, I sincerely hope you can make a lot of noise."

Not long after the man in black robe left, He Di, the governor of Shulu City's Demon Collection Department, arrived.

Although he was not under Li Motang's control, due to the princess's request and the safety of the tree house, he immediately set off and rushed over.

Just like when he came before, there was nothing strange near Dragon Burial Stream, and there was no trace of fog.

This time he didn't stop and went straight to the depths of Dragon Burial Stream.

Before rushing to the bottom of the stream, He Di noticed a slight crack in the sword stele above the Dragon Burial Stream.

This sword monument is indeed somewhat magical. It looks like it has been weathered, but it still remains standing.

Over the years, countless people have come here to admire it, and there are frivolous scholars who want to carve poems and words on this blank tablet, but they can't carve a single stroke even though they try hard.

There are martial artists and swordsmen who want to try the sword, but they can't leave any trace on this sword monument.

Some people even tried to dig up the sword monument secretly, but they couldn't pry it off.

Over time, many people came to know that, apart from being hard, this sword tablet was not consistent with the legend.

He Di had come to observe before and did not feel any sword intent.

But now there were cracks in the hard sword monument that he had never cared about in the past, which made him feel extremely uneasy.

At this moment, deep underground in the Burial Dragon Stream, an extremely huge skeleton seemed to be alive. Waves of white mist seemed to be breathing, slowly rising from the skull and drifting away.

The skull trembled slightly, as if it wanted to raise its head, but directly in front of it, there was a branch, and the branch was surrounded by sharp sword intent.

Whenever the skull wants to be raised, the sword will kill it.

Several cracks had been cut open on the top of this huge skull. In the silent underground, a voice seemed to be roaring: "It's taken so long. It's not you who kill my soul first, but I want to keep you." The dead branches are boiling to death, hahaha, what doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger!”

Amid the roar, the branches made a slight sound and the surface began to break.

At the same time, the cracks on the sword monument above the Burial Dragon Stream were getting bigger and bigger.

He Di came to the depths of the Burial Dragon Stream and finally found something wrong. The ground here was shaking slightly.

Could it be a sign of an earthquake?

"No!" He Di stared at his feet. He could feel that there was a barrier hidden under the Burial Dragon Stream. He had been here many times before, but he had never noticed it.

He had not noticed it before, and his cultivation had not improved in recent years. There was only one reason, the barrier was about to break.

...

In Shulu City. Huang Feng and his group of four were strolling on the street. Not long after walking, they saw a group of scholars from afar, walking in one direction.

"What are they going to do?" Huang Feng was quite interested.

"Most likely someone invited them to indulge in pleasure in the name of reciting poems and writing couplets." Li Motang snorted coldly. Although she did not grow up in the capital and did not see much with her own eyes, she had heard a lot.

When scholars become dissolute, they are simply not human!

Huang Feng became more interested when he heard about the indulgence: "Let's go and have a look?"

Li Motang questioned: "What's so good about it!"

"Let's see it. If you don't go, I will." Huang Feng took Bai Yang to follow the group of scholars.

"Miss?" Xiao Nuan also wanted to join in the fun.

Li Motang thought about it and followed.