The idlers scattered around, the old scouts among the state soldiers, the old servants of the Tingwei Mansion, and the more than a dozen worshippers who were proficient in tracking and searching for various secret methods brought by Chu Jie joined forces to survey the scene. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

From time to time, some things that Chu Tian didn't have time to clean up last night were found, such as the big iron spear of the angry flame, the special crossbow arrow of the Jiao crossbow, and Gong Bailu was killed by Lu Gu, his whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, but there were many pieces of clothes scattered all over the ground, which were all found one by one.

The subordinates of the Chu clan spread three layers of thick carpet on the official road, and quickly set up a set of tables, chairs, and tea utensils.

Chu Jie and Sima Chaifeng sat and sipped tea, quietly watching their subordinates work hard in the dense forest. Their work soon came to fruition, and a wide tarpaulin, three twisted large iron spears, twenty-nine crossbows and arrows, and more than 300 pieces of clothing left by Gong Bailu, as well as some fragments of ornaments on his body, were found one by one and placed neatly on the tarpaulin.

Sima Chasing the Wind looked at the things on the oilcloth with a sinking face.

Born in a Great Jin family, Sima Chaifeng recognized the origin of these big iron spears and crossbow arrows at a glance.

Furious flames, kill the crossbow!

As long as you are rich and powerful, and have a certain amount of connections, you can find a secret magician to privately cast Angry Flame Chong.

In the huge city, under the Chu family, there are at least three or five families who have the strength and courage to privately cast angry flames. For example, the in-laws of the Chu family, the Ling family, who have been prosperous and prosperous all these years, are one of them.

But kill the crossbow!

Sima Chaifeng glanced at Chu Jie.

Chu Jie also looked at him with blazing eyes.

The two looked at each other and turned their heads away. Their brows furrowed at the same time, the killing Jiao crossbow here was not taken out by the other party, so who could it be? The Ling clan definitely didn't have this strength, didn't have this background, if it wasn't for Sima Taishou, or Chu Jie, who would it be?

A thin man with an ugly face like an old hyena lay on the oilcloth and carefully sniffed the fragments of Gong Bailu's clothes. There was a thumb-sized piece of clothing on it, and a piece of flesh about the size of a mung bean was sticked, and the worshipper carefully twisted up this small piece of flesh left by Gong Bailu, licked it carefully with the tip of his tongue, and tasted it carefully.

"Master, it's terrible!" After a full quarter of an hour, this worship raised his head and came to Chu Jie solemnly.

"Young Master, the one who killed Brother Bai Lu was an extremely terrifying master. One blow kills, shattering bones, Brother Bai Lu's flesh and blood does not have the breath left by Wu Yuan's rapid flow, proving that he can't even protect himself by luck, and the other party will kill him with just one blow!"

"Ancient thoughts, what level of cultivation has this person reached?" A wisp of dark clouds crossed Chu Jie's handsome face as white as jade, he hated this kind of uncontrolled thing. Gong Bailu is a good hand in the Chu Clan's worship, and he can kill him with one blow, how clever does that be?

"Heavenly products, and at least a 'Tianjun' level master. The ugly old face of the ancient worship twitched, and he said his judgment very solemnly.

Sima Chaifeng's face suddenly froze.

Chu Jie snorted softly, and his face was also not very good-looking.

The Great Jin Dynasty delineates the grade of martial arts cultivation as follows: those who simply temper their muscles and bones and fail to cultivate 'Wu Yuan' are all 'ordinary products'.

Cultivating 'Wu Yuan', cultivating from one year to ninety-nine years, is for 'character'.

Wu Yuan's cultivation has broken through a hundred years, and those who have not yet reached a thousand years of cultivation are 'local products'.

Wu Yuanxiu is a master of 'heavenly products' who has broken through the thousand-year mark, and any heavenly master can occupy one side and call for wind and rain.

The three qualities of heaven, earth, and man are cultivated in the martial arts, with one to three being the 'teacher' level, four to six being the 'king' level, and seven to nine being the 'respect' level. The so-called Heavenly Monarch-level master is a terrifying figure who has cultivated Wu Yuan for more than three thousand years and less than six thousand years.

A thousand-year-old tree can be surrounded by ten hugs around the waist, thunder is difficult to hurt, if a person's small body contains a thousand years of cultivation, it is not difficult to imagine how terrifying power he can have.

"Tianjun, Tianjun, hehe, Tianjun!" Sima Chaifeng's fingers flicked the table quickly, and said with a gloomy face: "In the past few days, Qizhou has really been a gathering of storms and clouds, and there are really heroes and heroes. Young Master Chu, what do you think?"

Chu Jie pondered for a moment, and then asked Sima Chaifeng: "What Taishou said, what is the so-called matter?"

Sima Chaifeng's voice suddenly lowered by three tones, and he suppressed his voice and said in a deep voice: "At least, whether it is the one behind the Chu family or my Sima family, although everyone has a conflict of interests, they are all their own people!"

Sima Chaifeng looked at Chu Jie with blazing eyes: "Since Ben Taishou took office, the Chu clan has suppressed this official for the sake of that one for all these years, and this official has not made any drastic response. However, some people may be different. ”

Chu Jie picked up the teacup, took a small sip of fragrant tea, and said with a light smile: "However, this matter has to be straightened out again." Why would the people who were too guarded, the people of the Ling family, and my people die here at the same time? We have to understand the cause and effect. ”

When the purple-clothed boy was busy with those old scouts, old servants, and worship masters, he also curiously followed these people to probe his brain.

The old scouts of the state soldiers, the old servants of the Tingwei Mansion, and the worshippers of the Chu clan were furious by all kinds of strange questions and all kinds of 'great rebellion' disgraceful words.

But the extraordinary-world temperament of the purple-clothed man, his handsome and inhuman appearance, as well as the peerless splendor of Aunt Feng who followed him, and the terrifying aura of the six entourage men, all the factors added together to give the purple-clothed boy an invisibly more mysterious aura.

No one dared to scold him, and no one dared to offend him by saying heavy words, so he could only tolerate the boy in purple following him, chattering like a curious baby.

In the end, the purple-clothed boy satisfied his curiosity, he slapped the branches and leaves hanging on his sleeves with satisfaction, and swaggered to Chu Jie and Sima Chaifeng.

Very unpolite, a self-cooked, purple-clothed boy pointed to the tea table between Chu Jie and Sima Chaifeng, and scolded the white-clothed maids behind Chu Jie: "A group of stupid girls who have no eyesight, the distinguished guests have come to the door, why don't you hurry up and put the tables and chairs?"

"Oh, remember, this son has a habit of cleanliness, and the tea utensils used by others must not be touched. Hurry up and get a new tea cup, I like the fine porcelain tea cup with a little sprinkled flowers, if you can outline a little purple lace is the best. If not, the fine white porcelain is reluctant. ”

The purple-clothed boy gave orders aggressively, Sima Chaifeng and Chu Jie were stunned at the same time, and then laughed at the same time.

Chu Jie preemptively bowed to the purple-clothed son: "Dare to ask the son's surname, why did he come to the wild land of Qizhou?"