Painting of the Nine Immortals

The night was dark and the moon was hanging high.

Ling Xian was independent from the pavilion, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

He really couldn't figure out why no one came to the door, and even if the Liufeng tribe was hidden, there would be some information flowing out.

Unless, this tribe really doesn't exist.

But this means that the elder is lying, and this person has no motive for lying at all.

This is a deadlock, a contradictory and weird deadlock.

The elder can't lie, and the people on Mingxin Island can't fake, so can Lingxian not be confused?

"Neither side has the motivation to lie, what went wrong ..." Ling Xian muttered to himself, feeling a chill inexplicably.

If the elder lied, it would be nothing, with his strength, without fear of any traps. But the elder couldn't lie, and he couldn't find the Liufeng tribe, which seemed strange.

Especially after careful consideration, it seems strange and terrible.

In the past, the elder said that his granddaughter was only twelve years old, and now about two years have passed, let alone be fourteen years old. In other words, more than ten years ago, Liufeng tribe still existed.

This period of time for the practitioners who have been around for decades is undoubtedly a snap, even if the Liufeng tribe is overthrown, it cannot be forgotten so quickly.

But no one came. Even if Ling Xian had added a reward to two hundred pills, there was still no one to provide information.

This means that in the memory of the world, there is no Liufeng tribe at all.

"Where is the problem? Who is lying?" Ling Xian muttered to herself, only to feel cold and chill all over.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the air, with a black mask covering his face, making it difficult to distinguish between genders. Only one pair of eyes was exposed, bright and cold.

This caused Ling Xian's brows to frown slightly, but she didn't see any confusion.

This person's practice is only for the foundation period, in his eyes, it is no different from the ants, and does not constitute a threat.

At the moment, he said lightly, "Why is it a late night visit?"

"For the Tribe of the Winds."

The man in black speaks indifferently, his voice is like cuckoo, yellow cymbal, and pearls falling from the jade plate, which is actually a very nice girl's voice.

"Do you know the location of the Liufeng tribe?" Ling Xian's spirit refreshed, and the star eyes lighted up.

It has been two months since he came to Mingxin Island, let alone knowing the specific location of the Liufeng tribe. There was not even one who came to the door. At the moment, someone finally came to the door, which naturally inspired him.

"do not know."

The girl in black spit out the three words hard and simple, straightforward and crisp.

This frowned Ling Xian, and said, "Are you kidding me?"

"No."

The girl in black slowly shook her head and said, "I'm here to solve my confusion."

"Then you're looking for the wrong person, I'm full of doubts at the moment, I can't get started." Ling Xian glanced at the woman and lost interest.

"You can confuse me, I want to ask, does the Liufeng tribe really exist?" The girl in black stared at Ling Xian, flashing her hope.

"I want to ask this question, too." Ling Xian sighed softly, and suddenly frowned, thinking that the girl was quite weird.

When he inquired about the Liufeng tribe, the people on Mingxin Island shook their heads to express their ignorance, and some people even looked at him with the same fool's eyes.

Because they do not think that there is a tribe named Liufeng on Mingxin Island. The young girl was hopeful, at least to prove that she knew some information about the Liufeng tribe.

At the moment, Ling Xian Shen said: "Why do you ask that? Can't you say ... you know the information of Liufeng Tribe?"

Upon hearing that, the girl in black was silent.

After a moment, she pulled up the cuff of her right arm, and there were two old cyan characters on Baihao's wrist.

Flowing wind.

Suddenly, Ling Xian held her back, looming a clue.

"Is this tattoo a piece of information?"

The girl in black smiled bitterly, and said, "I don't know who my last name is, and I don't know my past. I just know that the word wind is engraved on my wrist."

"Intuition tells me that these two words are the only clue for me to retrieve my memory."

"But I searched the entire Mingxin Island, and no one knew the meaning of the word Liufeng."

"It wasn't until I heard about you three days ago that this connected the word Liufeng to the tribe."

The girl in black continued to speak, her voice full of bitterness.

When she heard her words, Ling Xianxing's eyes lit up. Although she was still confused, at least one thing could be determined.

That is, Liufeng Tribe really exists, otherwise, the word Liufeng cannot be printed on the girl's wrist, and things in the world are not so coincident.

"If I am not mistaken, the word Liufeng on your wrist should be a special mark of the Liufeng tribe." Ling Xian began.

"I think so."

The girl nodded her head and smiled bitterly: "But no one knows where the Liufeng tribe is, and hasn't even heard these words."

"There must be weirdness in it, and your memory loss must be related to it."

Ling Xian sighed softly, only feeling that she was wrapped in the mist, unable to see the direction, and getting colder.

But soon, his expression turned to firmness.

He even found out the secret of Tianzun's ancient blood, what a trivial tribe, what else?

At present, Ling Xian turned her gaze to the girl and said earnestly: "I want to know, besides the word Liufeng, is there any other word on your body? Or, is it another clue."

After hearing the story, the girl was silent, and for a long while she whispered, "There is no word, but there is a strange picture."

"Where? Show me." Ling Xianxing's eyes brightened.

"This ..." the girl hesitated, showing a bit of reluctance.

This caused Ling Xian to frown, and said, "Any clue may be the key to finding the Liufeng tribe. I hope you take the overall situation seriously."

After hearing that, the girl hesitated, and after a long while, she made up her mind.

Later, Ling Xian knew why she was so hesitant.

I saw her slowly turn around and gently loosen her belt, revealing her smooth white back.

This made Ling Xian embarrassed, turned her head quickly, and apologized, "Sorry, I don't know if it's printed on your back."

"Anyway, look at it quickly."

The girl tried to relax herself as much as possible, but her voice and body trembled slightly.

"excuse me."

Ling Xian pleaded guilty, then dismissed her distractions, and turned her gaze towards the girl's bright and clean back. To be precise, look at the strange pattern.

After that, he was messy.

Because of this, there are only a few pens in the picture, which are not very abstract, it is really incomprehensible.

"What the **** is this painting?"

Ling Xian was speechless, and it was difficult to associate with anything. But this is the only clue so far, he can only bite the bullet and start to associate.

After a moment, he suddenly found that the picture seemed to be a ship.

"Is that the weird ship ..."

Ling Xian murmured to herself, thinking of the golden giant ship she saw when she first arrived at Mingxin Island, and could not help but move.