"Qingyu Zhenren, there is one thing that the old man still has to ask clearly," Mu Xiuji asked, "Master Xiao, is it okay?"

The appearance of Qing Yu naturally represents Xiao Qianxiu's failure. At this time, Xiao Qianxiu did not show up, which had to make Mu Xiuji have a bad guess.

"Although the owner of Xiao Zhuang has a discord with the poor road, the poor road will not hurt people's lives because of this discord. Please rest assured that Mr. Mu is safe and sound, but... Hmm······ I can't wipe my face a little, and I've already returned to Edgeworth Villa. Qing Yu said nonsense with his eyes open.

That's right, "Xiao Qianxiu" has already returned to the Imperial Sword Villa, after burning the corpse that looks similar to him.

In a sense, Qing Yu was not lying. The person "Xiao Qianxiu" is indeed still alive, and Mu Xiuji can easily find out.

Because of this, Mu Xiuji did not doubt what Qing Yu said, but only lamented that the initiator was missing one party, and the future was a little difficult.

"Dean Zhuge hasn't seen you for a long time. Qing Yu said to Zhuge Longsu.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, Daoist Qingyu," Zhuge Longsu replied, "Daoist has been away from Northern Zhou for more than a long time, and Your Majesty misses it so much." ”

"Poor Dao also misses Your Majesty, but it's a pity that the affairs in the door are busy, and I can't go to the Northern Zhou to pay respects, so I'm really ashamed. Qing Yu said.

"I just don't know, why did Dean Zhuge come here?"

"Hehe," Zhuge Longsu chuckled, "Senior Brother Mu was only a student of the academy back then, Senior Brother was full of enthusiasm, and stood up for the righteous path of justice, how could he not come to help him." ”

"Ahem," Mu Xiuji coughed lightly, "Senior Brother Zhuge and Qingyu Zhenren, let's not talk about it for the time being." It's still business. ”

He looked at the nervous Yue Lingchang and the others, and said solemnly: "Yue Pavilion Master, the old man asked you before, what is the entanglement between Baicao Pavilion and Xuan Zhen Zhenren, you avoided talking about it, now it's time to talk about it." ”

"Entanglement... There is no entanglement," Yue Lingchang said loudly although his face was nervous, "It's her Xuan Zhen who took away the Nine Ruins of the Heavy Treasure Lingshu of my Baicao Pavilion, and I want to retrieve the Heavy Treasure in the Baicao Pavilion, can't I do it?" Mr. Mu, the Haoqi Alliance has always been anxious for justice and justice, do you want to speak out for a robber?"

"It's true that there is no entanglement, it's just a transaction," Xuan Zhen said lightly, "In the past, poor Dao Yirong practiced medicine on the rivers and lakes, and when he went into the mountains to collect medicine, he met an old man who was seriously injured. The old man confessed his identity, he was the pavilion master of Baicao Pavilion, and hoped that Poor Dao would send him back to Baicao Pavilion. In return, the old man will be sent to the Nine Ruins of the Heavy Treasure Divine Needle.

Poor Dao did follow the deal, and sent the old man to the door of the Hundred Grass Pavilion, and then took the Nine Ruins of the Soul and left. It's just ······"

Xuan Zhen looked at Yue Lingchang and the others with deep meaning, "Baicao Pavilion doesn't seem to be able to admit it." In other words, that old man, the previous pavilion master of the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, he didn't think about fair trade. ”

The deep meaning of the words was understood by the old rivers and lakes present. Qing Yu had heard Xuan Zhen say this, and she understood what she was talking about.

The previous pavilion master of the Hundred Grass Pavilion was seriously injured, but he met the unidentified Xuan Zhen in the deep mountains. At that time, the old pavilion master could be said to be the meat on the chopping board, once Xuan Zhen had bad intentions, the Nine Ruins of the Soul would definitely not be able to be saved.

So, he repaid the Nine Ruins of the Soul and asked Xuan Zhen to send him back to the Hundred Grass Pavilion. As for whether the Nine Ruins of the Soul can fall into the hands of Xuan Zhen after returning to the Hundred Grass Pavilion, it depends on whether her strength is hard enough.

With the connections of the Hundred Grass Pavilion, as long as they are not through the gods, they will not be able to seize the Nine Ruins of the Soul from them.

This idea can be called a typical example of a white wolf with empty gloves and a reversal, which is completely inconsistent with the image of Baicao Pavilion as a hanging pot to help the world. However, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and it is normal for the old pavilion master to have this idea, and if he is replaced by anyone, he will feel that this method is more secure.

After being in the rivers and lakes for a long time, no one dares to trust anyone easily? Who knows if Xuan Zhen is not that kind of upright gentleman?

If she is really a righteous gentleman, then it will be easy to do, as long as the old pavilion master explains her suffering, no matter how good she is, she can also be rewarded with generous gifts.

Anyway, no matter what kind of gifts, as long as the Nine Ruins of the Soul are not lost.

The old pavilion master's abacus is very fine, but Xuan Zhen is not stupid. She directly threw the old pavilion master in front of the door of the Baicao Pavilion, took the Nine Ruins of the Lingshu and left, and did not deal with the people of the Baicao Pavilion at all.

Generous gifts, no matter how thick the gifts are, can they be compared to the Nine Ruins of the Spiritual Body?

Anyway, this is what the old pavilion master promised himself, and Xuan Zhen's heart is at ease.

Everyone can guess the general situation, but Yue Lingchang still refuses to give up. I only heard him shout: "The family teacher has hung a pot to help the world all his life, how can he do such a trick?" Xuan Zhen, I respect you as a master of the Tongshen Realm, but if you want to slander the reputation of the family teacher, I will not hesitate to break my bones, and I will also make you pay the price!"

Anyway, there is no evidence, and there are witnesses from Mu Xiuji and others at the scene, and Yue Ling can often be said to be shouting justifiably and loudly.

"Enough!"

The sudden roar attracted everyone's attention. I saw that among the group of people behind Yue Lingchang, a thin bamboo pole-like figure suddenly jumped out, pointing at Yue Lingchang and shouting: "Pavilion Master, it was the old Pavilion Master who personally promised to repay him, how could you go back on your word!"

"Elder Jia, you ······" Yue Ling often pointed at this elder who suddenly jumped back, and his face was stunned.

"What am I, I've been putting up with you for a long time," Elder Jia shouted, "You have been blaming the old pavilion master for sending out the Nine Ruins of the Spiritual Body, so that the old pavilion master was depressed, and finally caused injuries and died. What qualifications do you have to say that for the sake of the old pavilion master's reputation, what qualifications do you have to make a big deal of nonsense here!"

The words completely shocked everyone. Everyone would never have thought that at such a moment, someone in Baicao Pavilion suddenly jumped back, and the spearhead was directed at Yue Lingchang, who had always claimed to be the master of suffering.

"Jia Gui, you ······" Yue Ling is often so angry that he is almost speechless, "You are full of nonsense, you ······"

The old pavilion master was indeed depressed and happy, but not because of the blame of the more spiritual, but because the old pavilion master regretted that he had sent out the nine ruins of the corpse, so that his heart was depressed, and he finally vomited blood and died.

Now Elder Jia has put this basin on Yue Lingchang's head, which makes Jean so angry that he is about to ascend to heaven.

"Hmph," Jia Gui snorted coldly, "I, Jia Gui, have acted all my life, above board, and have never been false." It's you, who turn black and white upside down, and I've never seen such a brazen person!"

"You······ Poof-" Yue Lingchang finally vomited blood in a hurry, staggered back two steps in a row, and stared at Elder Jia with bloodshot eyes, "Jia Gui, you can't die well!"

"Mr. Mu, what is the truth, now it is clear, if you still don't believe it, Uncle Poor Dao still knows a little about the method of pricking acupoints, which can make people tell the truth, and there is no sequelae of soul searching. Since this Elder Jia is so anxious for justice and righteousness, he doesn't mind being administered. Qing Yu said.