Luo Fuchun was shocked: "Master means...?"

"Shh." Feng Rugu pointed his upper lip with his index finger, then looked over his shoulder and looked at the three disciples coming and going, signaling him not to speak, "I don't mean anything. Just take the person I want to be at the bed."

Luo Fuchun said enthusiastically: "Master wants to ask one by one? Which disciple should I ask first?"

"Close it first." Feng Ruguo hooked his fingers and then walked with his hands behind his back. "I'll go see where the child died, and ask them again when I come back... By the way, don't forget, everyone separates the switch, don't close them together."

Seeing Feng Rugu's steps forward, Luo Fuchun chased after him a few steps: "Master, you can leave the interrogation to Luo Jiu, which will save time..."

Feng Rugu had already walked more than ten meters away, and he didn't look back when he heard this, raised his hand and ordered: "Luo Jiu, hit him and his head broke."

Before Luo Fuchun could come back to his senses, Sang Luojiu, who was behind him, said, "Senior Brother, offend me", raised his finger and knocked Luo Fuchun hard.

Luo Fuchun covered his head, feeling aggrieved and inexplicable: "Why did Master beat me?"

Sang Luojiu apologized and rubbed the place where he was knocked: "Senior Brother, have you forgotten? I am awkward in my name as the son of the Feihua Sect. If I participate in this matter, I will inevitably be questioned by the other two families and have some favoritism."

Luo Fuchun suddenly realized and was about to speak, but he hugged his head and took a breath.

Sang Luojiu was very cruel. Luo Fuchun was so painful that tears came out. But seeing his junior brother rubbing the pain in his heart, he still had sincere guilt in his eyes. Luo Fuchun was still angry, and he was full of helpless tenderness: "Okay, OK, Luojiu, don't worry about this matter, go back and have a good rest; Haijing, go to Jianchuan and get the record book of the disciples responsible for the night patrol tonight. While the three families are in charge, I will go back to the hall to ask, who was inspecting the Sichuan area at that time, and maybe someone would refuse to admit it. If you take a pair of records at that time, it would be a serious suspect. Please give him priority to interrogate him. Master will save some attention when he comes back."

Seeing Luo Fuchun finishing his assignment and rushing back to Mu Xuetang's back, Sang Luojiu stood alone in place, raised his hand and pressed his chest, his face filled with a gentle spring light that could not be melted for thousands of years.

Only Sang Luojiu knew that his master did not allow him to participate in the investigation, not because he was worried that he would be criticized.

——The master clearly does not allow him to intentionally induce, bury threads, or forge evidence, and design a trick on Feihuamen at this time.

——I have been a disciple of my master for three years and everything is obedient, but he is still guarding against me at critical moments.

This perception not only did not disappoint Sang Luojiu, but instead made him tremble slightly excited.

Like Luofuchun, Sang Luo admires Feng Ruyuan for a long time.

However, he is completely different from his senior brother.

Luo Fuchun respects Feng Ruyuan from the past, bewitches Kunlun, laughs at Luliang, and wields swords at the end of the world, with a ray of light.

What Sang Luojiu respected was Feng Rugu, who is always lazy and careless, but he was silent while talking and laughing.

If Feng Ruyuan let go of his vigilance against himself one day, Sang Luojiu may still feel disappointed.

But now that she realized that Master was prepared for him, Sang Luojiu knew that Master was still the same master.

Therefore, he was very happy.

The Master’s suspicion is indeed reasonable, but Sang Luojiu feels that he is not doing badly now. If there is a Master, he can hurt him and a Senior Brother. As long as Feihuamen does not get into his hands, he is too lazy to find trouble for Feihuamen.

He was dressed up and turned around, but he ran into the air of Huabifrost that was coming in a hurry.

Hua Bieshuang looked strange, obviously there was something to say, but he still did not forget to bow respectfully: "Brother."

Sang Luojiu squatted down and said, "Shuang'er, why is her expression bad? Is there something wrong?"

Shuang'er pulled his elder brother's sleeve to the place to avoid others, lowered his voice and said, "Brother, I'll tell you something, don't tell Yun Zhongjun."

Sang Luojiu did not agree directly, but just put on a warm smile, which made Hua Bishhuang feel that he had "already promised": "Tell me."

Shuang'er said carefully: "This month, Jianchuan has been closed, and I am so suffocated. As soon as the ban is lifted, I secretly left Sichuan and went to nearby Jianchuan City to buy some food. I played for another half a day..."

Sang Luo had already realized that Hua Bishhuang was going to say something extraordinary, so he pretended not to notice and put on the expression of his brother's angry and greedy brother, touched his hair, and gave him a great sense of security in time.

Sure enough, after Hua Bieshuang was comforted by her brother like this, she no longer hesitated when she spoke: "About an hour ago, I went back to Jianchuan, but I hid in the woods behind Jianchuan and didn't rush to cross the bridge - I saw the checklist before I came out. At that time, the disciples of Feihuamen were responsible for guarding the bridge. I was afraid that they would be caught, so I reported to my mother, and my mother wanted to say that I was distracted and not motivated enough - as a result, I saw my aunt in the woods, as if waiting for someone..."

...Auntie?

The head of Baishengmen is praying to the Ming Dynasty?

Sang Luojiu asked: "Who are she waiting for? Have you seen it?"

Hua Bieshuang shook her head with a bitter face: "I didn't stay there, and when I saw her, I avoided it. Treating the younger generation, my aunt is much more harsh than her mother. I don't want to offend her."

In other words, before the disciple was killed, Zhu Ming Dynasty appeared in the woods.

Sang Luojiu couldn't help but remember that his master said that Zhu Ming Dynasty also appeared beside the corpse of the little Taoist priest who had appeared in the valley, and turned the body in a direction, trying to lead the dispute to Feihuamen.

Sang Luojiu didn't think Shuang'er would lie like this that could be broken.

As long as there were witnesses from others in Zhu Ming Dynasty at that time, the lie would be self-defeating.

He said gently: "Have you told my father about this?"

This is asking clearly.

With Hua Ruohong's narrow mind, if he had grasped such a big handle as Zhu Ming Dynasty, he would have provoked it in public or threatened Zhu Ming Dynasty, and would not have been targeted only by Yan Wufu.

Shuang'er indeed shook her head: "I didn't say anyone, just told my elder brother. After I slipped back, I heard something happened in the small forest. The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong..."

No matter what, Shuang'er is just an eleven-year-old child, and she can't hide things at all. The more she talks, the more she becomes, the more she panicked: "It's not really done by my aunt, right?... Otherwise, the elder brother would still tell Yun Zhongjun about this, I'm afraid-"

Sang Luojiu picked him up and coaxed him skillfully: "Don't be afraid, there is a big brother here. It doesn't matter whether you tell your master or not, but this kind of thing cannot be suppressed in your heart. Come on, brother will send you back. On the way, you will tell your brother in detail. Brother will think about it with you. If the situation is serious, tell my master Yun Zhongjun again, okay?"

...

After parting with the other three, Feng Rugu and Ru walked towards the Ice Bridge one by one.

Feng Rugu was thinking about things, Ruyi was looking at Feng Rugu who was thinking about things, and his eyes did not leave him touching Luo Fuchun's index finger on his lips.

He held a handkerchief in his right hand, which made him feel hot, but he just didn't hand it out.

Feng Rugu began to talk to him in a hookup again: "Is there something wrong with this?"

For example: "Yeah."

Feng Rugu: "If you can easily kill a person's life, is it suspected that the three families are in charge of the affairs of the country?"

For example: "Yeah."

Feng Rugu: "I'm pretty?"

For example: "…boredom.”

Feng Rugu was not very depressed even if he didn't deceive Ruyi.

Because of the murder, the Ice Bridge has been fixed with magic power. Many disciples are walking through the bridge. It should be that the leaders of various families sent out to hunt down the swordsman in Tang. They were unable to find any traces and could only return to report the situation.

Looking at the swaying dark waves on the sinking water surface, Feng Rugu took the initiative to stretch out his hand.

Ru stared at his palm and was stunned for a moment.

Feng Rugu was waiting to cross the bridge, but when he saw Ruyi, he naturally said, "Where is the Buddhist bead, I'm holding me."

As one: "…"

He became ashamed of the thought that had just come out, and first stepped onto the bridge: "Go by yourself."

Unexpectedly, Feng Rugu was shameless and reached out to grab his belt: "What if I fall down? Although Feng Er knows a little watery nature, it won't feel good if he falls down. Master Ruyi's Buddhist heart can bear to see Feng Er suffer?"

After saying that, he shook his belt shamelessly, smiling so hard that he was blindingly.

If you turn your head one by one, your ears will feel itchy and slightly hot, but it is not very clear in the night.

He sent the wooden sword around his waist back and said, "...Hurry up."

Feng Rugu grabbed Ruyi's sword with one hand, followed him, held the blood-stained letter in the family with the other, and studied it carefully with the remaining light of the ever-destroying marsh oil lamp next to Jianchuan.

After walking halfway through the bridge, a disciple dressed in Qingshuangmen passed by them on the bridge and bowed to them from a distance to greet them.

Feng Ruju, who saw the letter, gave up half of his body to ensure that he could pass safely, and handed the letter to Ruyi with the flow.

As soon as I received the letter, I could see something strange at a glance.

The letter was wrinkled, as if it had been held tightly in the palm of the deceased.

There was nothing wrong with this, but the letter fell near the corpse and was stained with clear blood fingerprints, which was incredible.

...This shows that when he died, he was still holding this letter in his hand.

If he had really had a private experience with Tang Daoke as Hua Ruohong speculated, what reason would he have to hold this letter to see him?

Ru returned a letter to Feng Rugu and made a guess: "Su Ping might have really returned home. From Qingping Mansion to Jianchuan, he went back and forth, with his cultivation level, the time was just enough."

Feng Rugu continued: "But what he saw might be an unscathed father."

Ruyi said: "Under the tense situation of the confrontation between the three Jianchuan families, it is not difficult for Su Ping to realize that this is a fake letter and the Qingshuang Sect was plotted against."

Feng Rugu said: "In such an extraordinary period, Yan Zhangshi secretly let him go out of Sichuan, which must have taken great risks. Maybe he was being attacked by the other two leaders at this time."

Ruyi said: "Yan Zhang should treat them well in normal times. At this time, he must immediately come back to help him."

Feng Rugu said: "This is just a speculation."

For example, "At least there is direction."

Feng Rugu: "Yes, for example, if this letter is true or false, who sent it?"

While talking, the two of them had already gotten off the ice bridge.

Feng Rugu grabbed a disciple dressed in Qingshuangmen: "Do you know Su Ping?"

It was a coincidence that the disciple had a red eye when he heard Su Ping's name: "Go back to Yunzhongjun, Su Ping is my fellow villager... When he received the letter, I told him to accompany him. He said that he was afraid that the sect leader would be difficult to do, so sneaking out was already a risk, and sending two out at once. Once the incident happened, the sect leader would be even more unspeakable."

Feng Rugu said: "Then please don't go back first, run for me and go to Qingping Mansion."

The disciple was obviously in a dilemma: "Yun Zhongjun, although I know his mother, she is old. I am afraid that she will lose her husband first and then lose her son, so she can't stand such a big age... After everything is settled, the disciple plans to take his body home with Zhangshi Yan..."
To be continued...