“The little one has already done it.”

Yang Feilong did not leave, took out a stack of wrinkled paper from his arms and handed it respectfully: "The little one has asked his subordinates to copy a few pages of the account books quietly. Look, some accounts here are indeed not right."

"You are smart." Ning Xiaoxiang was not in a hurry to take the account page, and glanced at him with a smile, "I asked you to do it yourself. What does it mean to call your subordinates? I am afraid that I will kill someone to silence me, so I find someone to leave a way out to threaten me?"

Yang Feilong's expression changed and he hurriedly defended: "You misunderstood, how dare you do this? Although I can recognize a few words, I still don't understand the accounts very well. I'm afraid that I will miss your big deal, so I asked a few trustworthy men to check..."

"Not bad!" Ning Xiaoxiang smiled slightly, "You can bend and stretch, and you are quite good at speaking. You are worthy of being the leader of this road. Don't worry, I just have a little money-making holiday with Huangfu Mi. I will not cause any big trouble if I have a small matter."

"Of course, of course, it's a small thing to save. This is a matter of sesame and mung beans. No one will remember it afterwards." Yang Feilong nodded and said.

Ning Xiaoxiang smiled, took the transcribed account page, glanced at it a few times, and said, "The total purchases of Linlin that month cost more than twenty taels of silver. The calligraphy, paintings, pens, ink, paper, and inkstone sold were only six or seven taels of silver. Plus the rent of the store and the cost of hiring a mate, the business was a bit lost." He flipped the account page and sneered several times, "Every month is similar, interesting, and he loses money every year."

"That's not it." Yang Feilong smiled and said, "It turns out that this calligraphy and painting shop is open for him to play with, and he didn't think about making money."

Ning Xiaoxiang stared at the other party without blinking until Yang Feilong felt trembling and trembling, and then asked slowly: "Do you think Huangfu Mi is too idle, so she opens a calligraphy and painting shop that pays money every month to play? Then you fight to the death to defeat the Raptors Gang, just to play for yourself?"

Yang Feilong's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No, of course not. The calligraphy and painting shops are mostly a cover, and there are other plans in secret."

"Right, this is the brain that the boss of the Raptors should have. Otherwise, your head would have been cut into a melon, right?" Ning Xiaoxiang stretched out her hand and gently patted Yang Feilong's forehead, as if she could use a force to smash his head to pieces at any time.

Yang Feilong's face turned pale and hurriedly said, "I guess that Huangfu Mi may have moved to Songyang County to avoid his enemies, so he opened a calligraphy and painting shop to cover up his identity. Or maybe he has an unspeakable identity, maybe he is the Jiangyang thief wanted by the court, the demon gang, and the spy sent by the Dayan court..."

Ning Xiaoxiang shook her head and said, "If you just want to avoid disaster and hide your identity, why don't he change his name and why do you still call Huangfu Mi? This is unreasonable."

Yang Feilong couldn't help but be stunned: "That's right, he should hide his identity unless..."

"Unless what?" Ning Xiaoxiang's voice sank, "Say!"

Yang Feilong hesitated and said, "Unless he did this on purpose."

"Intention?" Ning Xiaoxiang's expression changed slightly. Why did Huangfu Mi deliberately? He was just an ordinary doctor, and went to Gao Qingyue's mansion to treat the old lady. Even if he found something wrong, he moved his family to avoid disaster, but why did he deliberately keep his original name? What was his intention?

Ning Xiaoxiang pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

Yang Feilong stood there, not daring to move, and his eyelids were lowered and stared at the ground. Huangfu Mi was obviously not as simple as the shopkeeper of a calligraphy and painting shop. The person in front of him was a cruel and ruthless plague god. It is probably a bit of a disaster to be caught in by his own family.

He couldn't help but secretly regret that he had already earned enough money that he would never spend in his life, so why didn't he wash his hands and quit the world earlier?

"Eighteen miles away from Songyang County, there is a Huya Mountain. There are young bandits gathered on the mountain. I know you have some friendship with those bandits." After a while, Ning Xiaoxiang suddenly spoke, "You go find two little bandits, and touch Huangfu Mi's house in the middle of the night to make a fortune."

Yang Feilong was stunned for a moment and said, "That's easy, but how do they deal with Huangfu Mi?"

A strange light appeared in Ning Xiaoxiang's eyes: "Kill him."

"Brother Yuan, I'm still waiting for the wonderful theories of you, the new Taoist sect." Bian Wuya poured himself a glass of wine, and raised his glass leisurely to greet Zhi Shouzhen. "This battle between you and me, no matter who wins and who loses, will add another story to this eternal Qinhuai."

Suddenly, he raised his sword eyebrows, stopped his wine glass between his lips, and turned his head to look out of the cabin.

With a "后" sound, the cold sound of the piano was like a sharp spear thrown through the air, revealing its sharpness, and the cups and plates in the pleasure boat vibrated, and the "ding ding dangdang" kept ringing.

This cultivation of using the sound of the piano to transform the spirit into the energy is close to the peak of the spiritual refining and returning to the emptiness.

"It's Ji Ji's wine coming!" Wang Liangmi said in a lost voice.

Bian Wuya was suspicious. He secretly blocked the painting boat with the Heavenly Demon Chaos Field. The people inside could not imagine spreading the news. How could outsiders receive the news and come here?

"Why do you have to make a big fuss about it?" A wild and unruly voice came from afar, "You and Brother Yuan An just drank some flower wine on the Qinhuai River, bragging casually, talking about Fengyue, and the Dao Sect and the Magic Sect can't have any bullshit relationship!" It was Liu Ling's voice in the Six Sons of the Bamboo Forest.

"Everyone chats together, the little demon master is about to get involved in the tiger skin of the Dao Demons' War. Is he trying to scare people?" Ruan Ji's high-pitched voice also rang out.

"Hmph, according to my opinion, the little magician never leaves the Demon Sect. Could it be that he wants to rely on the Demon Sect to do whatever he wants to do in Jiankang?" Wang Rong followed up and said.

"The little magician went deep into the Great Jin Dynasty alone, and it was inevitable that he was a little uneasy. It was normal for people to seek protection from his master's wings. Wang Rong, you are mean, not a way to treat guests." Shan Tao's calm voice then penetrated into the pleasure boat, and his voice was calm but not dissipated, just like the thick mountain wind and waves, rushing towards Wuzai.

Bian Wuya's expression condensed, Shan Tao's cultivation was deep, not inferior to Ji Kang. His chaotic field of heaven and demons immediately moved, removing the opponent's sound waves and energy.

Xie Xuan laughed out loud, saying that Shan Tao was loyal and steady, but he didn't expect his words to be very insulting. These words were clearly mocking Bian Wuya for being afraid, so he would bring up the Demon Sect to give him courage.

"I think you are misunderstanding. The little magician has been practicing for twenty years more than the Yuan brother. How could he shamelessly bully him to fight against the victory or defeat of the Dao Demon?" Xiang Xiu's gentle and gentle voice finally sounded, and the figure of Liuzi of Zhulin appeared on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

The six paths are like towering mountains, or like lone and steep bamboo joints, or like the majestic momentum of a river locks the pleasure boats together, and they are stored without being released.
Chapter completed!