Seeing that he was really sad, his nose and eyes were red, Feng Rugu no longer made things difficult for him, so he patted his shoulder and told him to go back.

After seeing off the little disciple, Feng Rugu looked at Ruyi: "Do you go?"

With Ruyi's cultivation level, you can turn around in less than an hour after a trip to Qingping Mansion.

Ruyi refused: "Send you back, I'll go again."

Feng Rugu smiled: "This is at the entrance of a Taoist sect. If the three families are intriguing, who would dare to plot against me? Besides, even if the swordsman comes, do you think that in terms of swords and swords, his ability is really above me? If he had this ability, he should have come to kill me long ago."

This is actually true, but for some reason, Ruyi knew that this person was carrying a peerless sword talent, and even his protection was probably redundant, but she still felt that this person was like glass, fragile and fragile, just like his wrist hidden under his sleeve, bruises would appear when he clenched.

Ruyi insisted: "...or go together."

Feng Rugu's heart trembled, and his smile became clearer: "Okay, after checking the scene, let's go together."

Ruyi acquiesced and handed Feng Rugu the handkerchief that was clenched to death, with a cold face as usual: "The sword is not very clean. Wipe your hands."

Seeing Feng Rugu wipe the fingers that had touched Luo Fuchun, Ruyi's expression calmed down a lot: "Let's go."

They have a long way to go.

The small woods where Su Ping's corpse were not by the bridge, but on the back of Jianchuan.

That forest is the only way to return to Jianchuan from Qingping Prefecture.

As soon as they saw that the road they were about to walk was so long and they had to bypass half of the lake, Feng Rugu immediately felt weak and began to cheat: "Feng Er is tired, the master carries me."

“…”

Once he took back his handkerchief, he ignored his obvious hook-up move and walked straight forward.

Feng Rugu hung his hand on his belt, muttering, and was led by Ruyi to the forest that was still filled with a faint bloody smell.

At this time, above the ice bridge.

The Qingshuang Sect disciple who had just talked to Feng Rugu met a Qingshuang Sect disciple who was walking outside Jianchuan in the middle of the bridge holding the Ice Bridge railing.

After seeing the other party's face clearly, the disciple was dazzled for a moment.

He was a young man with delicate and deserted appearance, and he had a strong sense of not being stained with the world.

It looks like a branch with bright colors, and it also looks like a dust-free night.

Although he felt that this person was a little jealous, the disciple felt that he had seen this person.

So he nodded to the latter.

The latter also gave him a polite nod.

This was just an ordinary nodding greeting, but if Feng Ruyuan was there, he would definitely find that this person was the disciple who had just passed him by him on the bridge.

After greeting him, the former continued to walk into Jianchuan, thinking as he walked:

It was because the night was too dark, did he see it wrong?
Chapter completed!