Cen Duxiao exerted force with both hands, and the red and black barrier in front of her and Lu Li advanced towards the mountain gate like a broken bamboo, and suddenly the earth shook, and a loud bang roared.

"Thorn-"

In an instant, the huge impact force knocked all the Huashan disciples out of the way, and the thousand-year-old mountain protection array of Huashan Mountain was like this...... Shattered into slag!

The disciples were shocked, knowing that they couldn't stop Cen Duxiao, and it was strange that they had already asked people to inform the head and elders why they had waited for a long time and no one came to help.

"We can't stop it! We can't stop it!"

"Why hasn't anyone come yet!" she ...... She's going to break in!"

Cen Duxiao looked at them lightly and spit out two words: "Cannon fodder." ”

The disciples looked dazed, trembling and holding their swords in front of them.

Cen Duxiao snorted contemptuously, "I don't understand this, your boss is using you as cannon fodder, trying so hard to stop me, your little life is worthless in his eyes." ”

All the disciples had different expressions, and when they heard her say this, they beat drums in their hearts.

Cen Duxiao didn't want to hurt these outer disciples, and it was best to let them give way obediently.

The disciples knew that they couldn't stop Cen Duxiao, and looked at each other hesitantly.

Lu Li said: "I know that you have a good heart and don't want to hurt them, or you can use the mind trick to fix them, it is important to trouble your senior brother, and it is also important to go to the cemetery to find out the cause of your master's death." ”

Lu Li's eyes wandered, as if he had something on his mind, and he was very anxious to let Cen Duxiao go to the cemetery to find out, as if Nie Chunying was his master.

Cen Duxiao thought about it, Lu Li was right, since Yuen Long wanted to be this shrunken turtle, then he was not in a hurry to clean him up, and went to the cemetery first.

As she stepped into the gate, she threw an enchantment towards it.

The Mind Confusion Technique was also cast as she walked, and the disciples immediately stayed where they were, like walking corpses without feeling.

Naturally, she set up the enchantment by herself not to repair the Huashan formation, but to prevent outsiders from taking advantage of the situation when she cleared the portal for her master.

Seeing the red light and black mist reflecting each other, Lu Li landed from the sky and praised without sparing: "Xiaoxiao, you are so thoughtful. ”

Huashan Cemetery is built on a mountain peak in the northwest direction of Siguo Cliff, which belongs to the boundary of Huashan Mountain, but is far away from other peaks, it is the place where the heads of Huashan and their relatives are buried, and the sword flies over for more than half an hour.

But for Cen Duxiao and Lu Li, it was only a blink of an eye to pass in an instant.

The mountain is densely packed with graves, and at a glance, you can see rows of white jade tombstones and rows of white coffins.

The funeral in Huashan is different from ordinary burials, the coffin is not buried in the ground, and the coffin used is not wooden, but a special white jade, which can protect the body from decay.

She first found Yi Han's tomb and solemnly kowtowed to the tombstone.

After kowtowing, she still knelt and didn't get up, she was repenting that she couldn't avenge her master, and even more repenting that her strength killed her master.

Or again, her titular husband.

However, she is kind......

She almost became close to Feng Yizhi, she rubbed the words on Yi Shugui's tombstone, in addition to guilt, she actually remembered Feng Yizhi's sad expression.

"Xiaoxiao, it's not your fault. Lu Li patted her on the shoulder, "It's all because of the wind ......"

Before he finished speaking, Cen Duxiao interrupted him and said, "Don't say it." ”

Lu Li took his hand away and fell gloomily.

Where did she come to find out the real murderer today, obviously to find a reason for herself to forgive Feng Yizhi.

A reason for peace of mind.

In her heart, she has long stopped treating Feng Yizhi as a murderer and an enemy.

She can forgive in the face of a deep hatred in the sea of blood, but she is angry because he conceals a small suspicion.

Feelings are really completely unreasonable!

Lu Li suppressed his emotions, tried his best to make himself look unusual, and said, "I'll open your master's coffin." ”

As he spoke, he leaned over towards Nie Chunying's grave, "Mrs. Yi, I'm sorry. ”

His fingertips shone brightly, and the coffin lid floated up, falling smoothly to the side. Nie Chunying in the coffin seemed to be asleep, and her body was well preserved, only there were bruises on her neck.

Compared to the other people who were killed by Fengyi, Nie Chunying's whole corpse was really rare.

Lu Li said: "Her master's head is not damaged, with your current ability, you can use the retrospective method to see a moment before her death, and you can determine the real murderer." ”

The retrospective method is to go back to the past, which can generally only be used on the living person to check the memory of the person who has been in the middle of the art.

Dead people are unconscious, and it is too difficult to apply the retrospective method to the dead person, and the slightest carelessness will hurt oneself. And the corpse's head must not be damaged at all, otherwise it will not be possible to perform the retrospective method on it.

Cen Duxiao scratched her head in embarrassment: "I don't remember the mental formula, I'll try it." ”

Boundless's memories are back some, but not complete, what backtracking method she doesn't remember.

Lu Li finally had something that could compare to her, and said triumphantly: "You call me Master, and I will teach you." ”

Cen Duxiao's eyes were like lightning: "Can you not joke in this kind of place?"

She squatted down and examined the corpse first, and found a sachet in Nie Chunying's burial belongings, embroidered with a pair of lotus mandarin ducks.

She picked up the sachet and she froze.

There was shock, panic, and some uncertainty. She rubbed the sachet, her brows furrowed, and some images flowed through her mind like a marquee.

"How can there be a mandarin duck sachet?" Lu Li muttered silently, but he felt that it was strange that there was a worthless sachet in Nie Chunying's funeral items, which did not quite match her identity as the head of the family.

Cen Duxiao remembered that the night before the Wuyue Conference, at the market in Yancheng-

He said, "Then you buy it for me, I want it." ”

He said, "I don't have money or such a mundane thing, so give it to me." ”

He smiled brightly and picked up the sachet and stuffed it into his cuffs.

This...... This is the sachet she bought for Feng Yizhi?

Or, just by coincidence, the master has an identical sachet?

However, this kind of soft forging and embroidery stitches are from Yancheng at a glance, and it is a well-known Hunan embroidery!

It can't be!

So why is this sachet here? Could it really be him......

Cen Duxiao's blood was surging, as if a fire was burning in her chest, burning her heart like numbness, and then a rain showered her, from the inside to the outside, a burst of cold and heat.

She had already done a good job of psychological construction, and she had already decided that the murderer would not be a good person.

The appearance of this sachet made her collapse in an instant.

Her mind was buzzing, so much so that Lu Li saw that her expression was wrong, and she didn't agree to call her for a long time.

He once said categorically: "I didn't, I didn't go to Huashan on the day your master died, I saw Lu Li that day, and he can testify for me." ”

He also seemed disheartened: "Why do you want to save me? I killed your master and mother, what are you doing to save me?"

Which of his words is true and which is false?

Cen Duxiao put away the sachet and said to Lu Li: "Teach me the backtracking method." ”