After breakfast, Han Changsheng began to regret that he just beat the little stinky egg away. It has been a long time since a god came to give him a hint. Since the little stinky egg has a connection with black and white impermanence, and has stayed in the Yuehua faction for so many years, he must know a lot of things. Maybe the little stinky egg knows the answer to the things that Han Changsheng has been investigating for a long time. .
"Oh." Han Changsheng sighed.
An Yuan said: "What's wrong with you?"
Han Changsheng came back to his senses, and hurriedly said, "It's just that I don't know where the little stinky bastard went, and I'm just a little worried."
An Yuan said: "Forget it, since he can come here to Kunlun Mountain, he must be quite capable and he will be fine. In a few days, the martial arts conference will be officially held, let's investigate quickly."
This is exactly what An Yuan said. Now it is the martial arts conference, people from all walks of life gather together, it is the easiest time to investigate the case fifteen years ago, maybe you can ask for information by running errands. When the martial arts conference is over, those who know the news will disperse, and it will be even more difficult to investigate.
Han Changsheng said: "Investigate, continue to investigate, and don't neglect the practice. When the martial arts conference officially starts, you will show your skills in the ring." Han Changsheng has already made an agreement with An Yuan. When the martial arts conference starts, An Yuan will Go to the ring to show your strengths. An Yuan has learned swordsmanship from Han Changsheng for so long, and he has long wanted to have a few fights to test his martial arts skills. For those who learn martial arts, who doesn't want to be famous and stand alone in the world
An Yuan said: "I understand."
After breakfast, An Yuan stayed to practice martial arts by himself, while Han Changsheng went out to continue the investigation.
As soon as he walked out of the inn, Han Changsheng saw a raccoon cat sitting cross-legged on the opposite roof. He was overjoyed, and quickly opened his arms: "Little stinky, come here!"
The little stinky glanced at him, ignored him, and licked the hair on his stomach.
Han Changsheng moved closer: "Little stinky, come down, I have something to ask you."
People walking on the street looked at Han Changsheng, and at the cat on the roof, they all showed "this person is probably sick" in their eyes.
The little stinky guy just refused to come down. It would be too eye-catching for Han Changsheng to jump on the roof to catch the cat in broad daylight, so he could only coax him, "Come down, good cat, I promise I won't kill you... no, no, no, I promise!" I won't hit you anymore."
The rotten bum turned around and pointed his ass towards him.
Han Changsheng scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and with an idea, he ran back to the inn and bought another meat bun, opened the skin of the bun to reveal the meat inside: "Come here, I'll feed you something delicious!"
The little stinky grinned, but somehow he jumped off the roof and threw himself into Han Changsheng's arms. Han Changsheng walked into an alley with it in his arms, and the little stinky egg transformed into a human form, pointing at the meat bun in Han Changsheng's hand with his hips on his hips, and said, "You look down on me too much, a mere meat bun wants to be I bought it?"
Han Changsheng said: "Then why don't you come down?"
The little stinky rolled his eyes, grabbed the bun in his hand and gnawed on it: "It's not because of the bun, but because of your charisma!... I was beaten up by you before I had breakfast, woo woo .”
"Okay, okay," Han Changsheng patted his head, "Let me ask you, you said that I have the kingly aura on me, what is that?"
The little stinky egg wolfed down a steamed stuffed bun, and said: "I don't know, this thing can't be described, it's just... a kind of aura, invisible and intangible, but I can feel it. It's like... we monsters have The demon king, the demon king also has this kind of aura, but your aura is stronger than our demon king's."
Han Changsheng stroked his chin and said, "Apart from me, does anyone else have this kind of thing?"
The little stinky egg shook his head.
Han Changsheng said to himself, "Could it be that I am not a human being?"
The little stinky blinked: "But you don't have any demonic, fairy, or demonic aura in your body. No matter how you look at it, you are still a mortal. This is also the first time I feel the aura of a king in a mortal."
Han Changsheng frowned. In the morning, he heard the little stinky say something about the breath of a king, and actually thought of several possibilities. An Yuan is a fairy descended to earth, so could he also be transformed by a fairy in the sky? Or could it be the demon king who was defeated by An Yuan as Black and White Wuchang said? But if this is the case, there is no reason for the gods of black and white impermanence not to know. Now that little stinky egg says he is a mortal again, it seems that he should have nothing to do with that devil king. It's a pity, how cool it would be if I were really the reincarnation of the Great Demon King! But if he wasn't a demon king and a god, where did the king's aura come from? Or is it simply because his personality is too strong
The little stinky said: "Is there any more buns?"
Han Changsheng put his arms around Little Stinky's shoulders and walked out: "Since you are a cat demon, you must know a lot of things. Walk around, I invite you to eat fish, I have a lot to ask you."
The two came to a restaurant, and Han Changsheng ordered three plates of fish for the little stinky egg, and asked, "I remember Elder Lan Fang said that you have been with him for decades, and you have been in the Yuehua sect for decades? "
The little stinky egg directly grabbed the fish with his hands, ate it and sprayed it: "That's right. We are fairies, we like people with strong 'qi', and being with people with strong 'qi' will help our cultivation. Immortals have immortal aura, demons have devilish aura, and the higher the martial arts of ordinary people, the stronger their aura will be. Lan Fang's aptitude is not bad, so before I met An Yuan, I was with him."
Han Changsheng couldn't help twitching his mouth when he heard the little stinky bastard calling Lan Fang a boy. The cat demon in front of him looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it was really hard to imagine that he had lived to be hundreds of years old.
Han Changsheng said: "Then how did Lan Fang and old man Xuanji die?"
The little stinky said: "After the old man Xuanji passed on his skills to you, his lifespan will be exhausted. He didn't plan to go to Yuehua Mountain, but he didn't know why. Lan Fang hadn't been out of the back mountain for many years. Wanting to go out for a walk, I met Xuanji at the foot of the mountain. He brought Xuanji back to the back mountain, and wanted to use his internal strength to keep Xuanji alive. They chatted a lot. Although Lan Fang bought Xuanji not enough time for Xuanji to live longer God, but it was enough for them to chat about all kinds of things in the past few decades. After Xuanji died, that kid Lan Fang started to meditate, and the Qi in his body became weaker and weaker, and then it disappeared."
Han Changsheng was startled when he heard it: "What is it that is gone?"
The little stinky egg shrugged, threw the finished fish bone aside, and grabbed another fish: "In the words of you humans, he passed away. It's good, he still had a smile on his face before he died, cautiously His cultivation level is not shallow, and he may be able to give birth to a good fetus in the next life." The little stinky egg is a goblin, and he doesn't have much experience with human life and death.
Han Changsheng was speechless for a while.
After a long time, Han Changsheng said: "Then, why did Yue Peng think that An Yuan and I killed Xuanji and Lanfang?"
The little stinky said: "Yue Peng? Yue Peng is not a good thing. He has been coveting the Dragon Yin Sword for a long time. Before that, the Dragon Yin Sword was the sword of the masters of all generations. The boy held it in his hand and refused to let it out. That boy Lan Fang is a man of temperament, he likes what he likes, and he doesn't care if you put your hot face on his cold ass if you don't like it. Over the years, Yue Peng He came here to ask for the sword many times. Although he didn't want to be the master, but because he didn't like Yue Peng, he refused to give him the Dragon Yin Sword. He fell in love with you, and he gave you the Dragon Yin Sword is you."
Han Changsheng said, "Just for a dragon chant sword?" He thought for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, and asked, "Li Jiulong was selected by Lan Fang as his personal disciple. Yue Peng was afraid that Li Jiulong's martial arts would surpass his own. Jiulong took the Dragon Yin Sword again. Out of jealousy and fear of threatening his position as the master, he framed Li Jiulong and discredited his reputation. I can understand that. What about An Yuan? An Yuan is his favorite disciple, he Didn’t he still want An Yuan to be his son-in-law? Such a discrediting of An Yuan would ruin An Yuan’s reputation, what on earth is he thinking?”
The little stinky bastard smiled, grabbed a piece of cloth and wiped his mouth unhurriedly: "It's a long story about Yue Peng. In fact, I didn't know it at first. Only goblins who like to do evil will approach people like him. That day when he came to the back mountain and saw Lan Fang and Xuanji died in the back mountain, he was surprised at first, and then he squatted next to the two corpses for a while, his eyes drooping Turn, it must be some bad idea. Our cat demon has the ability to read minds, and I was curious, so I looked at his mind... The result is really unexpected."
Han Changsheng hurriedly said, "What's his plan?"
The little stinky egg licked off the oil from his mouth, squinted his eyes, and said with a sneer, "That's a long story."
The author has something to say: Thanks to Youyuan for the grenade and Zhizhi, E, and Qing Cupjiu for the mines