That night, in the inn room where Cang Wunian was staying, Hei Kui brought the results of Cang Wunian's order for him to investigate during the day.

"Young master, my subordinates ordered someone to investigate the three men, and learned that they were also staying at our inn tonight. However, his subordinates did not find out the origin of the three men, nor did they know who their names were, and the three of them seemed to appear out of thin air. The subordinates could only find out that they had only appeared in the line of sight of my Thousand Machines Pavilion five years ago, and the location was probably in a place called 'Shaoyang Town' at the source of the Luo River. Hei Kui stood three steps away from Cang Wunian and said with a fist clenched.

"Shao Yang Town?" Cang Wunian subconsciously repeated the name of the town. This town left a deep impression on him, and it can be said that he did not remember all the places he passed before he arrived in Shaoyang Town, and he never forgot this Shaoyang Town alone. Probably because it was in that town that he first encountered the painting allure.

Cang Wunian couldn't understand it, from the time he was conscious, he knew that he was not an ordinary child, and it could even be said that he never thought of himself as a child. But he was very magically attracted by the little girl in a human world, although the girl was not an ordinary mortal, but at least she was indeed a child.

Cang Wunian's eyes condensed slightly, and then he put aside these feelings that he still couldn't understand, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure it's in Shaoyang Town?"

"I'm not sure, this is just a vague direction, because there are only some scattered villages in Shaoyang Town within a hundred miles, in fact, it can't be counted as a village, but there are only a few families, so the only place name in the vicinity is Shaoyang Town. Hei Kui replied.

"I see, tell me about the Slaying Sect. Cang Wunian said lightly.

Hei Kui had already guessed that Cang Wunian would definitely ask about the Luo Sect, so he told Cang Wunian the information he said he knew.

Just like what they had heard in Youyuxuan before, the Chola Sect was a sect that suddenly appeared five years ago, and the sect master was very mysterious, and the Thousand Machine Pavilion had not been able to find out his origin so far, only knowing that he called himself a "mortal Taoist".

This mortal Taoist is indeed as rumored, he knows how to use immortal magic and Taoism, even if it is martial arts, it is also very strong, and in the past five years, there have been countless scum and corrupt officials in the court who have died under his stunt "Shura Slash", and the court has sent people many times to try to take him for their own use but they have been turned away.

Ever since he single-handedly wiped out the bandit den of the bandit leader who called himself "Ghost Face Shura", the Slashing Luo Sect has become famous in the rivers and lakes. In the past two years, the sect has been frequently opened to recruit disciples. Many people who want to cultivate and become immortals go there, and they want to learn from a teacher with the intention that they can learn a good martial art even if they are not at a good level.

"Do you know where the helm of this Luo Sect is?" asked Cang Wunian.

"It's ten miles away on Quping Mountain. According to our information, every time the sect masters of the various branches of the Chola Sect recruit new disciples with good qualifications, they will recommend them to Quping Mountain, and they will be personally taught by the Mortal Daoist. Hei Kui replied.

"I see, you go down. Cang Wunian waved his hand lightly at Hei Kui, indicating that there was nothing left for him here.

Hei Kui didn't withdraw immediately, but hesitated for a moment and said respectfully to Cang Wunian: "The young master cares so much about this Luo Sect, why don't your subordinates find a talented person to worship under him, so as to explore the truth and truth?"

Cang Wunian glanced at Hei Kui lightly, and said in a cold and indifferent voice: "With such a sect that even ordinary people know, would there be no spies infiltrating my Qianji Pavilion? If what you said is not true, it can only mean that the mortal Daoist is indeed a powerful person." Send people in or not, I won't get the news I want. In that case, why bother. ”

Hei Kui heard Cang Wunian's tone suddenly turn cold, and his spine instantly felt a little cold. He has been by Cang Wunian's side for five years, and although Cang Wunian is indifferent on weekdays, he can occasionally feel some normal emotions from him. But this was the first time he felt such a bone-chilling chill like today.

At this moment, he even felt that the young master in front of him was completely an emotionless person, and the cold attitude of the mad man oppressed him a little. If he wasn't sure that this young master was just an ordinary mortal, he would have to wonder what kind of magic Cang Wunian had used to make him so uncomfortable.

Hei Kui hurriedly lowered his head and said in a respectful tone: "The young master is thoughtful, and his subordinates have overstepped. ”

"Let's go down. Cang Wunian waved his hand, and when Hei Kui's footsteps were about to step out of the door, he said leisurely: "Go back and tell my father-in-law that he should also recruit some talents in this Thousand Machine Pavilion." ”

The indifferent words were cold in his ears, Hei Kui's sturdy body couldn't help but pause, he turned around and answered "yes", and then quickened his pace and left Cang Wunian's room. He should have known a long time ago, with the strange and unpredictable temperament and mind of their young master, how could he not have doubts about him and his sister.

After Hei Kui left, Cang Wunian raised his hand and turned off the lights in the house. After he felt the aura around him and made sure no one was staring at him, his figure disappeared into the room out of thin air.

The moment he left the room, Cang Wunian appeared on the roof of the inn, and soon he found the room where Jun Yisheng and the others lived.

At this time, Jun Yisheng and the three of them had already taken off the black gauze hat they had worn on their heads during the day, and several familiar faces met Cang Wunian's eyes.

"Sure enough, they ...... It is true that the people of the painting clan are not dead. Since the three of them are still alive, the painting must be alive as well. That's it, stay alive...... I'll see you again. Cang Wunian stared at the three people in the room, and there was a faint expectation in his heart. Maybe it's looking forward to meeting that little girl again, or maybe it's looking forward to meeting again, but she's already a veritable painting soul.