In the flower hall of the inn, De Miao hurried in and saw Ding Wei standing in the hall to admire the flowers and birds in the courtyard. He quickly stepped forward to salute: "I don't know that Mr. Ding's visit has made a mistake and is guilty of being a crime."

Ding Wei turned around, smiled slightly, reached out to help him, and said warmly: "It's all your own people, there is no need to be too polite. I know that you will move into the Royal Taoist Temple in two days. I have no body, so I can only send you a picture of pine and cranes he drew to congratulate you."

As he said that, Ding Wei picked up a mahogany painting box from the table next to him and handed it to Demiao: "Look, see if you are satisfied."

De Miao held the painting with both hands, stared at Ding Wei with a pair of wonderful eyes, and said softly: "If you can get the calligraphy of Xianggong Ding, De Miao will be lucky in three lives. In the future, you will definitely hang this painting in the middle hall and look at it every day."

Ding Wei laughed: "The Fairy De Miao is indeed an elegant person."

De Miao smiled, turned his head to look around, and saw that no one was around, so he approached Ding Wei and whispered: "De Miao can escape from prison this time, and it depends on the help of Mr. Ding. De Miao is remembered in his heart."

Ding Wei looked around and said with a smile: "You were wronged. No matter who tried the case, you can clear your innocence. What kind of achievements are you?"

After saying that, Ding Wei immediately lowered his voice and said, "Xue Liang is dead."

De Miao was stunned and soon showed ecstasy.

Ding Wei smiled and continued to whisper: "The official will announce your meeting with you tomorrow. Winning and defeat will be here, so be prepared."

De Miao immediately understood and whispered: "Don't worry, Mr. Ding, I will definitely give my all. But I may need some gadgets."

Ding Wei smiled: "Haha, among the gifts I sent, there is a black box, which is filled with things copied from your Seven Star Temple. If you need anything else, you can find a small official named Zhang Biao in the inn, who will get you what you need."

Demiao nodded and asked in confusion: "The death of Xue Liang is the work of Xianggong Ding?"

Ding Wei was stunned for a moment and looked at De Miao in surprise: "Is Xue Liang's death not the cause of your disciples?"

De Miao was stunned again when he heard this. Suddenly, he thought of Doumu Tianzun. He felt a little surprised. Seeing Ding Wei's expression, he immediately understood. The other party was not aware of it, so he nodded vaguely and said, "Ah, it's possible! But De Miao has no contact with the lost disciples, I don't know the details."

If it wasn't him, then it was the Heavenly Lord. This Heavenly Lord really has great supernatural powers!

De Miao was surprised and happy in her heart, but at the same time she was more afraid.

Although such a person is powerful, it is really frightening if he is so powerful.

Thinking of this, De Miao finally understood why the other party called himself Doumu Tianzun. Indeed, if there was such a random way to determine life and death, calling Tianzun would not be too much.

Ding Wei didn't know what De Miao was thinking, and he didn't expect De Miao to be talking nonsense. He smiled suddenly and nodded, nodding about Xue Liang anymore, but skipped the topic and whispered: "From the future, you and I will be people in the same camp. As long as the immortal master is willing to cooperate with Ding, Ding can guarantee that the immortal master will be able to enjoy endless wealth and honor from now on."

Hearing Ding Wei's promise, looking at the other party's deep eyes, De Miao instantly understood that the other party was waiting to express his opinion. As soon as she understood this, she hurriedly put aside the messy thoughts in her mind, showed a happy look, and opened her mouth to Ding Wei's promise, "Then I'll ask Mr. Ding to support me in the future."

Although virtue and character are unbearable, they are indeed a little clever. Although they have never been to the officialdom, they seem to instinctively understand these oblique Chinese and art.

Although these two words are reserved, they tell Ding Wei clearly that I will hang out with you from now on.

Sure enough, Ding Wei smiled with satisfaction, his expression became even gentler. He stuffed the booklet in his hand into De Miao's hand and whispered: "I'm not convenient to keep more today. I took the time to write down some of the preferences of the official family and the people around him. You can quickly write it down tonight so as not to have any mistakes tomorrow."

Demiao secretly took the booklet, hid it in his cuff, nodded desperately, and smiled like a flower on his face.

Ding Wei saw someone passing by at the door, immediately raised his voice and said politely: "Since the immortal master is sleepy, then Ding will no longer disturb him. When the immortal master moves to the mansion, he must send a post to invite me."

After saying that, Ding Wei winked at De Miao and walked out of the door.

De Miao also looked polite, smiled and saw the guests off, saying, "It must be certain, I'll ask Mr. Ding to appreciate the glory at that time."

After seeing Ding Wei off, De Miao stood there with great thoughts, pinching his cuffs, looking at Ding Wei's back as he gradually moved away, and didn't speak for a long time.

Dongming is a stern and serious person, but his room is elegantly decorated, with no shortage of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. There are two bookcases in the outer study room, filled with various books.

It was already night at this time, but he was still not sleeping. He was sitting at the table fiddling with a few tortoise shells, holding an old yellow ancient book in his hand. With the candlelight, he could see a few simple seal scripts written on the book, and he could vaguely see the word "Divine Demon".

At this time, Yin Guang pushed open the door and walked in, sat directly on the chair next to the desk, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

"How?" Dongming asked without raising his head while still focusing on reading.

Yin Guang took a sip of tea, put down the tea cup and frowned and said, "I'm late!"

Dongming sighed, put down the hexagram in his hand, and poured himself a cup of tea: "Unless he takes action, this can only be a headless case."

"Since they have some intentions, they will not stop. What comes out now is the puppet holding his hand. One day, the instructor will walk to the front of the curtain." Yin Guang disagreed and looked relaxed.

Dongming shook his head, spread a few tortoise shells, looked at the hexagrams that appeared, and whispered: "The wind and rain are coming, it's dark and unclear."

Yin Guang smiled slightly: "The clown jumping, he can't make the sky!"

Dongming looked up at him, shook his head without saying a word.

At the inn, Demiao was taking off his makeup in the room and preparing to rest, suddenly, a figure appeared in the mirror.

De Miao turned around in horror and saw a man standing there quietly with a mask on his face.

De Miao was shocked and wanted to scream, but he held back, looked at the person who came in a stern and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"It's me!" The masked man's voice was low, which was the voice of the Mu Kite and the Mu Kite who had talked to Demiao before.

"Doumu Tianzun?" Demiao's eyes lit up and he finally saw the real master.

Doumu Tianzun nodded slightly.

De Miaoweilu sneered: "The Heavenly Lord never met people with his true face before, but today he finally met with his true body. Unfortunately, he still hid his head and tail."

"Haha, of course, you can't hide the trick of pretending to be a god. However, you'd better be in awe of me." Doumu Tianzun sneered at De Miao and stood with his hands behind his back.

"What else?" Demiao slowly stood up, and a small paper bag from her sleeve slid into her palm.
Chapter completed!