Lan Shuying took the time to glance at the dazed Yunmiao, and comforted him warmly: "Don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to your family." ”

Yunmiao hesitated for a moment before nodding: "...... Well. ”

To investigate the murderer, first she plans to find the location of He Miao's accident.

When the two separated, He Miao did not clearly say where he would go next.

Should I return to the Sword Pavilion, or continue to travel?

Moreover, after that night, Lan Shuying's route gradually moved away from the Northern Five Prefectures, and he only learned about it a few months later, even if He Miao had left a little breath on the road, with his cultivation, it would have long since dispersed.

Lan Shuying remembered that she had received He Miao's thank you gift, and tried to follow the old master's trail with the contents of the storage bag.

Unfortunately, those are dead things, and the tracking spell doesn't work.

In this case, Lan Shuying thought of another way:

He Miao had left a drop of essence blood in the Sword Pavilion before going out, and as long as that blood was still there, she was sure to find him.

In short, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death.

On the way to the Sword Pavilion, Lan Shuying recalled the young man's voice and couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement in his heart.

The child seems to be indifferent, but in fact his heart is very pure.

Because he believed that she had a life-saving grace for He Qing, he always wanted to repay, before entering the ghost village, he rushed to interview and explore the mural in front of her, and later faced the crazy bride, he was obviously afraid, but he still stubbornly stood in front of her......

Lan Shuying was used to life and death, and she also knew that parting was inevitable, but she had to figure out what He Miao had experienced.

If there is a grudge, then avenge him, and by the way, wash away the grievances for herself.

The atmosphere in the Sword Pavilion was noticeably different from last time.

Lan Shuying met a person who was arguing about something, but was kicked out by the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The man was so anxious that he was about to cry.

His cultivation was obviously higher than those two disciples, but he was too weak to resist.

This cowardly gesture seems somewhat familiar.

Lan Shuying looked at it for a while, and made sure that this person was the big-faced cultivator who entered the Spring Secret Realm with her, and He Miao also handed him a life-saving gift.

He didn't leave after being driven out, he wandered near the entrance, and when he saw the high-ranking disciples of the Sword Pavilion passing by, he tried to talk.

Lan Shuying listened to it for a while, and her heart warmed slightly.

It turned out that Sanxiu heard that Fang Ya was the most suspicious person, so he specially rushed over to defend her.

However, others were soft-spoken and not good at talking, and their words seemed to be very unreliable, and they seemed to have annoyed anyone, so they were ordered to be driven out by the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Fellow Daoist." She covered her face with a spell and whispered to him.

When Sanxiu heard this voice that made him remember it deeply, he immediately ran over excitedly: "Fairy! ”

"Fairy, are you proving your innocence? I told them you weren't like that, but no one believed me! Sanxiu stared at a pair of big eyes, angry and aggrieved.

He is a person who has lived a long time, and no matter how poor he is, he is also a monk in the Jindan period, but he was humiliated like this by the Law Enforcement Hall.

Lan Shuying thought that if it weren't for his cowardice by nature, there would have been a disturbance here.

"Let's talk from a different place."

She led the person to the private room of the teahouse and asked him about He Miao.

It's a pity that I don't know anything.

He had a good impression of He Miao, and when he heard that something had happened, he also deliberately returned to the wilderness to investigate—there was no trace of a fight there.

"I see, thank you."

Lan Shuying said that she had a way to let him rest assured and stop doing things like today.

Sanxiu scratched his head embarrassedly: "Eh, okay, then I won't make trouble, I can't make trouble for you, fairy." ”

After appeasing this enthusiastic cultivator, Lan Shuying removed her disguise, and with the deep impression left by the last gift, she used the method of brushing her face to successfully enter the inner courtyard.

When she met the Pavilion Master, she claimed to have learned a tracking technique and asked to join the team investigating the case.

The Sword Pavilion lost a proud disciple, and at that time it was full of anger to make things bigger, I don't know which force was fanning the flames in the dark, and the final result was to roast the Sword Pavilion on a high place.

If they can't find out the results, they will be the ones who will be disgraced.

Therefore, the young master of the Shantai family suddenly appeared at this juncture, and she was still standing on the side of the Sword Pavilion and took the initiative to ask to join the investigation, and the high-level officials of the Sword Pavilion were very happy.

Lan Shuying didn't want to make trouble for the Tantai family, so she didn't make it clear that she was Fang Ya at all.

She got the drop of essence blood that He Miao left in the jade plate, cast a spell, and then followed her breath and chased all the way to the north of Liangcheng.

Before she came back this time, she had already reached the out-of-body realm, and what she showed to others was only the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

Even so, this speed was enough to shock the Sword Pavilion up and down.

Her former master, the Pavilion Master, fell into self-doubt: Is the mind of the Tantai family really so powerful?

Lan Shuying hurriedly pretended that she had a chance when she was traveling.

Only then did everyone reveal it.

Lan Shuying was afraid that the spell would fail, so she hurried away, and she was disgusted with the behavior of the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall who drove people away, so she didn't save face for the Law Enforcement Hall, and quickly left those who followed her to investigate the case away.

The toffee was attached to the thousand-year-old locust tree in the Sword Pavilion, and no useful information had been sent for the time being, and Lan Shuying had already found the place where He Miao was suspected to have been killed.

When her blood was exhausted, she was led to a shore.

There was dried blood on the stone, and half of He Miao's spirit sword was fished out of the water.

Through the various traces left at the scene, Lan Shuying has already connected the experiences in her mind.

Honglian said: "There is no death here, he was taken away after being injured." ”

He Miao is a water spirit root, he can exert stronger strength at the water's edge, but the other party can interrupt his weapon and take people away...... Lan Shuying observed the traces, "It seems that there is more than one murderer, and this method was done by an evil monk." ”

Something suddenly occurred to her.

Feeling out the list and finding somewhere, a trace of remorse quickly slipped through Lan Shuying's eyes.

Honglian speculated: "It has something to do with Queen Yinquan's old acquaintance?" ”

"Hmm...... If I had gone in this direction, he might not have had an accident. ”

But she chose the opposite direction.

And He Miao walked this side, so he would collide with the murderer.

Lan Shuying recast the spell with the remnant sword.

The remnant sword was slightly spiritual, it still thought of its master, and with the support of her spiritual power, it trembled and levitated, flying in one direction, as if to guide her way.

However, Lan Shuying knew that even if she got there, it would be impossible to bring the living He Miao back.

……

Wait until the Sword Pavilion Law Enforcement Hall follows the mark she left to find this mountain villa.

There was no sound, and the evil cultivators in strange costumes were lying in a pool of blood.

The method of death is very neat, they are all sword wounds, but the technique seems to be caused by a dagger, and the realm of corpses is different, even if it is a Jindan monk, it is a fatal blow.

The white-clothed nun who had done all this sat on the top of the pavilion with her legs bent, her fingertips pinching a piece of sword that had been wiped clean.

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