Yang Xiao, the deputy hall master, is also a wonderful person, and he and Lu Shaoyi chatted without saying a word, talking about his old past.

It wasn't until late at night, after drinking two jars of fine wine, that Yang Xiao returned happily and returned to his house, while Lu Shaoyi stayed and lived in the [Julong Wine Pavilion].

Originally, Lu Shaoyi couldn't afford such a high-end wine pavilion, but Yang Xiao arrogantly instructed the shopkeeper of the wine pavilion that all the expenses consumed by Lu Shaoyi would be counted on his head.

Lu Shaoyi didn't have much money on him, so it couldn't be better, so he simply stayed.

"Finally have some compensation, and I'm welcome. ”

Lu Shaoyi smiled evilly, he lived in the most luxurious VIP-level private room in [Julong Wine Pavilion], as for the price of one day, Lu Shaoyi didn't bother to ask, he definitely couldn't afford it.

"I hope that tonight's incident will not be noticed by the Jiang family. ”

Lu Shaoyi was a little worried, Yang Xiao, as the deputy hall master of the first big gang in Cloud City, would have some protection for him, but it was also limited, don't forget that the Jiang family has a background in the Spirit Illusion Sect.

The strength of the wine surged, and after practicing for a while to dissolve the wine, Lu Shaoyi fell asleep.

The next morning, the sun was rising, and the city gradually became lively, and the business and travel shops on the street began their business for the day.

The spies sent by the Jiang family to track down Lu Shaoyi's whereabouts also began to be active in all corners of Cloud City.

Although there was no result for several months, under the pressure of the Spirit Illusion Sect, the Jiang family could not give up.

At this time, two figures in Tsing Yi were shuttling between the streets, and the corners of their eyes glanced at the pedestrians on the road from time to time.

These two people were the spies sent by the Jiang family, looking for Lu Shaoyi's whereabouts everywhere, but after months of tracking, nothing was found, and slowly their enthusiasm began to wane.

No, before they had walked for a while, the two found a small shop and sat down, complaining to each other.

"Are the two of you looking for the murderer of the Jiang family's disciples?"

Suddenly, a male voice came into the ears of the two spies from behind.

Turning his head, a young man in a black robe walked towards them without hurry, and sat opposite them.

The two spies looked at each other suspiciously, and instead of answering, they looked at the young man in front of them.

In order not to alarm the murderer, the Jiang family's pursuit of the murderer has been carried out in secret, all the spies are dressed as ordinary people, how do the people in front of them know that they are tracking down the murderer?

The black-robed young man saw the doubts of the two, shook his head and chuckled, and said again: "I know where the murderer of the Jiang family's disciples is. ”

"You know, where is it?"

One of them, the emaciated spies, could not calm down when he heard the news of the murderer, and even asked in a series of excited voices, and his companions also pricked up their ears.

You must know that in order to find the murderer as soon as possible, the Jiang family promised a heavy reward to the spies in charge of tracking, and if they found the murderer first, they could get a lot of wealth.

"The murderer is in the [Julong Wine Pavilion] in the east of the city, you can go and inquire. The black-robed young man said very dryly, and calmly poured a cup of tea and drank it.

"How are you sure that the person we are looking for is the murderer?" asked the detective, puzzled, and the young man in front of him was really strange.

"The murderer you are tracking down is a young man in his twenties, holding a long sword, and cultivating the fifth level of the day after tomorrow?" The black-robed young man laughed dryly and said, at that time, Lu Shaoyi's cultivation happened to be the fifth level of the day after tomorrow.

"Exactly. The spy looked stunned and nodded affirmatively.

"This person is still in the private room of the [Julong Wine Pavilion], and I don't know where I will go if I go late. The black-robed young man put down the teacup in his hand and said slowly.

"Why don't we take a look?" said the emaciated spy as he rolled his eyes and said to his companion. Even if it's not true, there's no loss for them to take a trip.

Seeing that the black-robed young man didn't look like he was joking, the two glanced at each other, made up their minds, and decided to go to the [Julong Wine Pavilion] to find out.

"Thank you for the news of this big brother, farewell. ”

The spy said respectfully, thanked the black-robed young man, and immediately left in a hurry and rushed to the [Julong Wine Pavilion].

"The show is about to be staged, and you can't escape what I fancie. A smug smile appeared on the black-robed youth's lips.

That's right, the black-robed young man was the martial artist named Lin Huan that Lu Shaoyi met in the [Demon Stream Mountain] at that time, and Lu Shaoyi was able to break through the sixfold cultivation of the day after tomorrow so quickly, thanks to his spirit wine.

Driven by the heavy reward, the two spies soon came to the [Julong Wine Pavilion], spent some money, and also inquired about Lu Shaoyi's private room.

However, neither of them had seen the murderer's face, and after this person was indeed there, one of them was left to guard the wine pavilion, and the other returned to Jiang's house to report the incident.

In an attic in the Jiang family's mansion, an old man with a white beard was sitting up from the couch with a sad face, just picking up the teacup but suddenly putting it down, fidgeting and letting out a soft sigh.

The old man was none other than Jiang Wenjun, the head of the Jiang family, and the news of the death of the disciples of the Spirit Illusion Sect had reached the sect and sent someone over.

After several months, there was still no whereabouts of the murderer, Jiang Wenjun felt pressure, his heart was broken by this matter, he was depressed all day long, and he couldn't even sleep steadily, at such an old age, it was really a torture.

"Father, there's news. ”

Suddenly, a hurried voice came from outside the attic door, and a figure walked in and walked quickly in front of Jiang Wenjun.

"You mean, there is news about the murderer?" Hearing the words of the third elder Jiang Yiyang, Jiang Wenjun's hands trembled slightly, and the anxious look on his face swept away.

"I'm not sure if it's the murderer, the eldest brother and the second brother have already brought someone over to confirm. Jiang Yiyang said respectfully.

"You go and inform the senior brother of the Spirit Illusion Sect immediately. No, I'll go in person, and you can rush over to confirm. Jiang Wenjun commanded, and hurriedly walked out of the room with heavy steps.

"Okay, I'll go. Jiang Yiyang nodded, and walked away quickly after Jiang Wenjun.

Walking out of the dangerous [Demon Stream Mountain], Lu Shaoyi could rarely sleep so peacefully, at this time he was still lying on the bed immersed in a short period of peace, but he didn't know that a team of people was rushing towards the [Julong Wine Pavilion].

Walking in the front was Jiang Wuyan, the second eldest of the Jiang family, and standing alongside him was his eldest brother Jiang Haiben, who was followed by six family guards and spies who sent back news, escorting a man in a blue robe.

Coming to the door of the [Julong Wine Pavilion], Jiang Haiben and Jiang Wuyan couldn't wait to rush in, and the lightly covered wooden door made a loud 'bang'.

The servant who was cleaning and arranging the tables and chairs in the wine pavilion suddenly heard the sound, and the half-asleep shopkeeper sitting at the counter was frightened by the sudden sound and jumped up from the chair.

The shopkeeper who woke up in shock, his face flashed with anger, and when he was about to scold, he swallowed it back when he saw the person in front of the door.