Muxue Hall in Qingshuang Gate has temporarily become a place for mortals.

The murdered Taoist priest was about twenty years old, with gentle facial features. He could tell that he was a gentle young man, but he had no chance of life. He had a hole in his throat, and his flesh and blood were turned outward and blurred. The surroundings of the wound were white and the blood had dried up.

He had few belongings, a sword that had not been unsheathed, a little bit of scattered, a bag containing two strands of white hair of his parents, and a wrinkled family letter fell beside his body.

As soon as I entered Muxue Hall, the strong bloody smell on my face made Luo Fuchun almost retching.

When he saw the face of this young man who was about the same age as his junior brother, he suddenly hurt his personality and unconsciously grabbed Sang Luojiu's hand and blocked him in front of him, so that his simple junior brother would not let him see this scene.

At this time, the leaders of the three families had gathered here, and Yan Wufu, the head of the Qingshuang Sect, guarded the hall early, held the hand of the corpse, and wiped the blood from his fingers and wrists with a white cloth.

Perhaps people of his age are used to separation from life and death. The thin old man did not have much sadness and anger on his face, and his hands were extremely gentle, like an old father who was rubbing his son who was sleeping after returning home.

After Feng Rugu entered Muxue Hall, he glanced at the body and said the first sentence: "Why did he come back so quickly?"

Luo Fuchun was shocked and whispered to remind his master from behind that the deceased was the most important thing and that he should mourn first when he came in.

Feng Rugu directly asked: "Can mourning make him live?"

Zhu Mingchao guessed what kind of person Yun Zhongjun was when he was confronting the valley, so he didn't think anything was there. Hua Ruohong's eyelids blew twice.

Feng Rugu walked to the corpse, raised his hand to make an examination, and asked Yan Wufu for his consent with his eyes.

Yan Wufu looked up at him, not thinking it was offended.

Feng Rugu took a look at his body covered with white cloth.

Except for a severe injury in his throat, there was no scar on his body.

Luo Fuchun had not yet figured out the question when Feng Rugu first came in. He was about to ask Sang Luojiu, but Ruyi followed him in.

He frowned behind the body, and naturally completed Feng Rugu's second half of the sentence: "...Isn't his father critically ill?"

Luo Fuchun suddenly felt bright, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel cold.

——This disciple received a letter from his family saying that his father was critically ill and Yan Wufu let him go out.

Yan Wufu's move broke the "Cross Sichuan" strategy discussed by the three companies and attracted the attacks of the other two companies. If it is handled improperly, it will even become the beginning of the war between the three companies.

And this disciple who caused all the secret thunder was just leaving Sichuan yesterday and said he wanted to do his best to fulfill his filial piety, but now his throat has been cut off and he has died outside Sichuan.

Feng Rugu asked: "Old Yan, who is the disciple's surname and where is his home?"

"He is named Su Ping and comes from Qingping Prefecture." Yan Wufu really knew his disciples, "He is from Liu Li County."

Feng Rugu nodded: "How strong is his cultivation?"

Yan Wufu tucked his clean arm back into the cloth sheet, and then carefully covered it: "I just learned to control the sword shortly after building the foundation."

Luo Fuchun listened beside him, and his thoughts gradually became clearer.

If Yan Wufu said nothing, then with Su Ping's cultivation level, he would leave Jianchuan, go to Qingping Mansion, and then return from Qingping Mansion, and then return, it would take as long as two days.

Based on this time calculation, after leaving Jianchuan, he rushed to Qingping Mansion without stopping, but he almost stopped and ran back.

Why?

Did he rush over and come back, or... he didn't leave the vicinity of Jianchuan at all?

Feng Rugu picked up the letter of home by himself to check it, and found that it was covered with blood and there was a circle of fresh blood finger marks on the edge.

He sniffed the bloody smell on it, opened the letter, browsed it roughly, and asked again: "Where is the person who found the body?"

A disciple wearing Yushengmen costume lowered his head and walked forward, his shoulders trembling: "Go back to Yunzhongjun, it's me. At that time, I was patrolling along the outer river and saw a ball of black things lying under the tree from afar. At first, I thought that someone on the road was here to take a break in the shade, but I could take a closer look..."

"Wait." Feng Rugu looked up at him, "You are patrolling along the outer river? Is Feng Chuan's order released?"

Hua Ruohong interrupted and did not forget to flatter: "Since Yun Zhongjun has arrived in Jianchuan, our three families have relied on their own and are no longer afraid of anything. The ban was lifted in the morning. Yun Zhongjun is here to stay. I wish those who have personally taught them to others will not dare to act rashly..."

Feng Rugu was almost amused by him: "...'Don't dare to act rashly', but he died? Are you scolding me?"

Hua Ruohong was speechless for a moment.

Zhu Mingchao, who was still on the side, pointed out the crux of the problem and resolved the small embarrassment: "Yun Zhongjun, this Qingshuang Sect disciple said he was going to attend the funeral. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have come back at this time, but now he is dead not far outside Sichuan. It seems that it was the hand of the Tang Dao Sword Knife. This..."

This is so stingy that he can't speak, but it's so vicious and sharp enough.

She was clearly saying that Tang Dao Dao Ke and this Qingshuang Sect disciple were in the same group, and they were in a group of ways. After killing and abandoning the body, Jianchuan was closed. The disciple was afraid that he would find him, so he forged his father's serious illness letter and escaped from Jianchuan.

He couldn't linger near Jianchuan, perhaps because he wanted to get the benefits of cooperation from the Tang Dao swordsman. Unexpectedly, in order to eliminate the roots, the swordsman killed him with one knife and threw his body in front of Jianchuan to demonstrate.

Hearing this, Yan Wufu suddenly turned his head and his face turned pale: "This is in front of the Qingshuang disciple Ling. I want to give him peace after death, so I have saved you enough face and allow your two families to go wild again. But if anyone can't hold on to the anus and fuck him randomly regardless of the occasion, I will sew it up for him."

"Why do you have to get angry when Yan Zheng is in charge?"

Hua Ruohong leaned on the back of the chair and acted leisurely in drinking tea, but could not hide his gloating expression: "Let's talk about it: After the accident in Jianchuan, no other disciple except the Qingshuang Sect had ever left Sichuan. As a result, you, the disciple, died under the Throat Break Sword Technique. What else do you have to say? If you confessed the crime of collusion with outsiders early, you are only a crime of laxity. If you insist on covering up and looking at it, you have so many eyes. The disciples of Qingshuang Sect did such a scandal of collusion with evil people, and the sect leader refused to admit such a scandal. If you do the best, what is Jianchuan's reputation? Why don't you ask yourself to leave and take Qingshuang Sect to leave Jianchuan, and maybe you can save one or two..."

Yan Wufu silently picked up the crutch and threw it over according to Hua Ruohong's head.

Although Hua Ruohong knew that the old man had a violent personality, he would never have expected that he would dare to be so savage in public in front of Yun Zhongjun. In a panic, he lowered his head and avoided it. The iron crutch hit the wall behind his head. With a loud bang and the cracking sound of the wall cracking, Hua Ruohong burst into sweat.

...If he failed to avoid it in time, he would probably have his brain splashed now!

Seeing that the atmosphere in Muxue Hall suddenly became tense, as if he had taken a step forward, protecting Feng Rugu's side as if he was silent.

Feng Rugu turned his head, looked at He Ruyi for a moment, and then looked at the body with his eyes.

For some reason, Ruyi looked at his eyes and felt that she could guess what Feng Ruru Gu meant.

It is not a guess that "maybe so", but a determination that "it should be so".

Even Ruyi didn't know why her many thoughts would be so in line with this annoying person.

Over there, Hua Ruohong was already angry and embarrassed. He stopped talking and reached out to pull the green edge of his waist.

Yan Wufu used the sword of the stick. The blade was hidden in the cane. The iron crutch that had just been thrown out was the scabbard. At this time, there was only a sharp blade left in his palm, and the cold light flashed.

Now the two leaders of the two families face each other, and blood may splash five steps at any time. However, Zhu from Yushengmen did not have any restraint at all, and he just sat down and savored the tea.

There was an uproar everywhere, and some people exclaimed, some people drew their swords. The few people in the hall tacitly divided into three schools, clearly divided.

Luo Fuchun was panicked and pulled Feng Ruyuan's clothes, hoping that his master would take action at this time to shock the group of people who had already fought red.

But what Luo Fuchun was anxious about was that Feng Rugu didn't seem to understand what he meant, but squinted his eyes slightly and stroked his sword that had not sheathed for ten years, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that the situation was about to lose control, it was as if the cold face became colder and colder, and he drew his sword with a firm heart.

When the Buddha sword was hung there, it was no different, but once it came out with murderous intent, the candle fire in the hall suddenly disappeared and shook. An ordinary wooden sword actually emitted a buzzing sound of the sword, and the sound was like a ghost crying, making people creepy.

For a moment, the entire Muxue Hall was silent, and the needles could be heard.

For example, if he is only twenty-three years old this year, he can become famous all over the world, and is unique among the clouds. One is because he is incompatible with the Buddhist thoughts of loving and the fierce nature of killing the gods, and the other is because of his Saha sword technique.

...In the Saha world, the Saha tree, I heard that the Saha world is extremely suffering.

The Saha sword technique is known for its mysterious and lightness and unpredictability, and it is difficult to follow the rules. Moreover, every time one kills, it can use the remaining soul energy of the other party and attach it to the sword edge. Therefore, the wooden blade has no edge, but it is enough to kill people with evil spirits.

He then walked around the world with the souls of these murdered people, reminding him of the cause and effect he deserved.

Like holding a wooden sword that kept crying in one hand, his tone was stable, without anger or anger: "Please ask the three officials to restrain their disciples and do not cause trouble."

Hua Ruohong stared at the black "semi-like appearance of all living beings", but she was worried, but she still wanted to show off: "Why should a monk take care of Taoist affairs?"

Ruyi was still not angry or annoyed, and said slowly: "I am entrusted by someone to protect someone. If anyone has trouble and hurts the person I want to protect, I will kill the head of the company first."

He was threatened so bluntly by a monk who was not as good as his own, even Zhu Mingchao, who had always liked to watch from the wall, had his face turned pale.

They didn't want to admit it, but they had to admit that this junior had an extremely talented and had a slightest level of cultivation than Yan Wufu, who had the oldest and highest cultivation level.

Ruyi is a famous Buddhist madman. From a certain level, she is as crazy as Yunzhongjun, Fenglingshan.

If he wants to kill any company, the other two companies will not help each other. At that time, the weapons will be really hard to stop.

Yan Wufu looked at Ruyi Wood Sword quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hua Ruohong cursed the thief and bald donkey in his heart hundreds of times, but was afraid that any disciple who was not open to his eyes would really take action. He gritted his teeth and had to put away his sword and sit down: "Yan Zhangshi loves his disciples for a while, and is sad and overly sad, so he spoke wildly. I don't care about you."

Yan Wufu sneered: "Good turtle, you will shrink your shell and you will have to say so many beautiful words."

Because he did not want the development of the situation to slip into an uncontrollable situation, Zhu Ming Dynasty spoke: "Sing Yan, please say less."

"Good turtle girl, you are willing to say something that is not painful and itchy, but I don't want to listen." Yan Wufu won a little bit of sloppy eyes and poked the sword blade into the gap of the blue bricks on the ground. His other hand pointed at the body of his disciples who died with his eyes open. "I don't want his disciples to die with stigma on their backs, and they are willing to believe that all the disciples from the Qingshuang Sect will sit upright and will not do anything to harm Jianchuan. I am willing to swear that it is definitely not that the disciples under Qingshuang Sect collude with outsiders and kill and abandon the body. If Yun Zhongjun finally finds out, who will get out of Jianchuan. Who dares to gamble?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Ruohong, and Hua Ruohong, were all excited, especially Hua Ruohong, whose eyes were filled with joy: "Yang Zhang, do you think this is the truth?"

Yan Wufu said: "Written in black and white, referring to the seal spirit contract. You can choose any contract you want. If you don't dare to sign it, you will not be your biological father."

When Zhu Ming Dynasty was still thinking, Hua Ruohong was overjoyed and looked at Feng Rugu, completely ignoring a corpse lying beside him: "Yun Zhongjun, look..."

Feng Rugu said: "I will not interfere in Jianchuan affairs."

Hua Ruohong said happily: "Then I rely on Yun Zhongjun."

Feng Rugu felt that he had watched enough monkey plays, so he turned around and said, "Luo Jiu, all the disciples patrolling the foothills of Jianchuan during the hour when Su Ping died."

Hua Ruohong awoke, a little uneasy: "Yun Zhongjun, what are you doing? You don't doubt them, are you?"

Feng Rugu said: "Just ask me."

"That's good, that's good." Hua Ruohong asked, "Why don't Yunzhongjun chase the escaped Tang Dao Sword? This Qingshuang Sect disciple has been dead for less than half an hour, and the culprit of the murderer should not escape. I have sent a disciple of Feihua Sect to spread the net of heaven and earth to chase him. Once I catch him, I can force me to ask who is in Jianchuan who colluded with him..."

Feng Rugu was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he turned around and stepped out of Muxue Hall, and called Hua Ruohong to make a big boring thing.

Feng Rugu muttered as he walked: "If your people really catch up with the swordsman, they would just send a bunch of whetstones out."
To be continued...