Murong Mian solemnly stated, and the words fell on Murong Xun's ears, making his expression change, sometimes solemn, sometimes contemptuous, sometimes with a hint of surprise, until Murong Mian's words were finished, his expression gradually faded.

"Yours is just an inference, but what evidence is there?"

Seeing that Murong Xun resumed his flat words and asked loudly, Murong Yu raised his sword eyebrows lightly on the side, as if he was quite surprised by this reply.

Murong Mian shook his head indifferently, he really had no evidence, and even if he did, he didn't want to say it now when there was no more confirmation.

"The stakes are high, and I can't make the decision. What's more, the heir building is a holy place in the clan, and there are many secret files in it, which you can't know. So, go back. Qianxun order, can not be lent. ”

"Fifth uncle, we are really here to investigate the case. It is precisely because this matter is related to the survival of the Murong clan that it cannot be delayed any longer! ”

was rejected by Murong Xun directly, Murong Yu stepped forward and reminded in a deep voice.

"Needless to say, if you really want to investigate the ghosts in the clan, there are many ways, and you don't necessarily have to enter the heir building."

In his plain words, Murong Xun's attitude was clear: "I have made it very clear that you must not enter the Chenghei Building." It is useless to talk too much, and if there is nothing else, then step aside. ”

"Since you've already said that, Elder, let's take the liberty of bothering. Leave. ”

Just as Murong Yu frowned and was about to say something, Murong Mian on the side had already bent over, stepped forward to stop Murong Yu, and slowly shook his head at him.

The two glanced at each other, and Murong Yu naturally retreated with his mouth shut, and also reluctantly said goodbye to Murong Xun, and walked straight out of Ling Yunxuan.

"Wait."

Just as Murong Mian was about to retreat and leave, Murong Xun glanced at him, but suddenly turned his attention to him, raised his head and moved his gaze to the mural behind him, and asked seemingly casually.

"Can you see any clues to this mural?"

Murong Mian's face was slightly stunned when he heard this, his eyes gradually deepened, his eyes moved away from Murong Xun's body, and he looked at the ink mural on the screen wall in front of him again.

In fact, as soon as he first walked into the Xuan, the focus of his eyes bypassed Murong Xun and was attracted by the inexplicable mural on the front wall. The content on the mural is very simple, it is a red-tailed unicorn and an ice-crowned phoenix.

The unicorn is red and white, and the phoenix is curled up in wings, crouching in a corner of the mural. Between the two, angry eyes confronted each other.

Looking at this mural, it is by no means made by ordinary people, the pen walks between the dragon and the snake, and the painting style is unrestrained. The two ancient mythical beasts appear lifelike in the painting, as if they are about to jump out.

Especially if you look at it for a long time, you can only feel that the two divine beasts on the mural are rippling with great power around them, majestic and profound, endless, dizzying, and even the Xuan Qi in the body has become extremely slow.

And the crimson Xuan Qi turbulence just now should be caused by Murong Xun resisting the backlash of this black jade mural.

"Nangong Xuan, the eldest grandson Niyu ......"

These two unfamiliar and familiar names came out of the mouth of Murong Mian, whose face was gradually pale, and between the words, they couldn't help but be mixed with endless respect and deep awe.

The names of the two people that Murong Mian said came to Murong Xun's ears, which also made his expression extremely entangled and complicated, and the vicissitudes of life under his face were changing, as if he was faintly about to say something.

"Murong Mian, let's go!"

In the verandah outside Lingyun Xuan, Murong Yu's urging voice was heard. Murong Mian gradually came back to his senses, gave up his hand again, and slowly resigned.

Murong Xun's thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and on top of his tough face, there was a faint touch of anger. His eyes were still fixed on the ink mural in front of him, and after about a stick of incense, the corners of his lips suddenly squirmed.

"They're already far away, do you still want to hide?"

Murong Xun's words fell, and in the corner of the wall not far from him, with a wave of space ripples, golden ripples spread, and a figure shrouded in black appeared out of thin air.

"This time, I would like to thank Master for helping me hide it. It's just that I don't know why you suddenly recalled your disciple back to Xiangxiu? ”

The man in black had a crisp voice, but his whole body was entangled in the constant flow of golden ripples, making it impossible to see his appearance under the black robe.

Judging from his slightly immature voice, his age seemed to be only about twenty, but the fluctuation of the Xuan Qi that vaguely emanated from his body was not weaker than Murong Xun in front of him!

And this man in black, although he called Murong Xun his master, did not have any humility between the tone of his voice, on the contrary, he seemed flat and abnormal, without the slightest emotional fluctuations.

"I want you to find out the ghosts in my Murong clan before the two of them."

Although there was a hint of urgency in Murong Xun's words, his tone was also very peaceful, not at all like an elder talking to a junior.

"Is that so...... But after all, this is the internal affairs of your Murong clan, and now that Master has asked me to participate in the investigation, aren't you afraid that I will know something that I shouldn't know? ”

"There's nothing you shouldn't know."

Murong Xun's words finally became a little heavier at this moment, but he quickly eased up again, and asked calmly: "You just need to answer me, never obey or not." ”

In Lingyun Xuan, the atmosphere was slightly condensed, and after a short silence, the young man in black finally nodded lightly, but also put forward a condition: "If the master can agree to me on one condition, I will also accept the master's request." ”

"You say." Murong Xun put his hands behind his back, looked away, and turned to look at the black-clothed young man in front of him.

"I want, "Yu Yan Jue".

The words of the young man in black came faintly, but the words were quite resolute, as if there was no room for negotiation.

"How do you know ......"

"Yu Yan Jue is originally a thing of my Nangong clan, so I can naturally sense his existence. Master only needs to answer me if I say yes or no. Of course, the disciple will never be forced. ”

The young man in black behaved rather calmly and indifferently, and did not seem to be eager to do so. However, from his words, it seems that it can be known that this mysterious young man is actually a member of the Nangong clan.

"Okay, the day you find out the ghost people in my clan, I will personally take out the "Imperial Yan Jue" and give it to you."

As if he had made some thought and decision in his heart, Murong Xun suddenly spoke solemnly and promised the black-clothed young man in front of him, that is, his disciple.

"Master's promise, I naturally believe it. The disciple said goodbye, and the master waited for the good news. ”

The black-clothed young man pursed his lips and smiled indifferently, and as his light words fell, the surrounding golden aura rippled again, enveloping his whole body, like smoke and mist, and the whole person disappeared in place.

It wasn't until about half an hour after the man in black disappeared that Murong Xun turned around again and stared at the mural in front of him, his purple eyes were like the starry sky flickering and changing, and the spiritual yuan in his dantian converged, and he finally opened his mouth and sighed.

Ancestral hall garden, incense hall.

This is a small building in the middle of the lake, surrounded by dense aquatic plants, huge reeds and green lotuses surround this building, between the green tiles and red walls, and the surrounding scenery intertwined, it seems quiet and unusual.

At this moment, between the jade corridor on the lake connected to the Hanxiang Pavilion, a green skirt and a shadow walked forward quickly. The line of sight was pulled in, and the woman's delicate face was printed, it was Murong Lei.

Since the attack on the Fanyin Pagoda in the forbidden land of the back mountain last night, Murong Lei has felt more and more that she needs to hurry up in order to try to find Wanyan to break the formation and take the sword, so that Murong Zhiyao can face Nalan Yu, and use the power of Shuyu's induction of Yanyou to find the Yanyou sword to solve the current crisis of the Murong clan.

Murong Leidai's eyebrows frowned slightly, her expression was slightly serious, and she walked forward so quickly for about ten minutes, and finally came to the front of the Hanxiang Pavilion. After a brief moment's hesitation, Murong Lei stepped in.

Hanxiang Pavilion is the residence of Murong Bi, the eldest daughter of the deacon elder Murong Xun in the ancestral hall garden.

Murong Lei came to the Hanxiang Pavilion this time to visit her cousin Murong Bi in order to ask her about the whereabouts of her daughter Su Wanyan and ask her to crack the six-pointed star array that sealed the magic sword "Shuyu".

However, just when Murong Lei walked to the slightly closed floor-to-ceiling door of the pavilion, there was a dispute between the two women, which made her stop and stop, leaning against the window, curiously listening-

"The patriarch's seventieth birthday feast is imminent, and it was put on the agenda as early as a month ago, and now it has begun to prepare for it, and now it is just asking you to come forward and preside over it, why do you refuse?"

"Sister Sheng, now there is such a big event in our clan, the Treasure Pavilion has been stolen, the Yanyou Sword has been lost, and Nalan Yu has bad intentions. At this time, everyone should fight the enemy with one heart, and deal with clan affairs, and find the Yanyou sword, how can you still have the heart to hold a birthday feast? ”

"Could it be that because something happened, the patriarch's birthday feast was canceled because of this? My Murong clan has stood in the other world for thousands of years, and has always been proud of the world, who have ever been afraid of anyone, but now they have only encountered some foreign stirring waves. Do you want us to compromise with it? ”

"Sister Sheng, I didn't mean that, I just hope that the past peace of the Murong clan can be restored as soon as possible."

"Sister Bi, I think these are just your excuses, aren't you just unwilling to come forward to be the person in charge? If it was your father who was holding the 70th birthday feast this time, you probably had a different attitude, right? ”

"Murong Sheng, don't talk too much!"

"Whoever knows too much in his heart that this is the patriarch's proposal, if you don't want to, you are violating the clan order!"

"You-I kindly think about the safety of my clan, but you only want to satisfy the private relationship between father and daughter in front of the patriarch. Even if it was my father who had the birthday feast this time, I would have suggested to him that it be cancelled! ”

In the hall, Murong Sheng and Murong Bi were-for-tat, and there were sparks between the words, and there were faint signs of a complete dispute and falling out. Murong Lei listened to the outside of the hall, and couldn't help frowning, and her face changed complicatedly.

It turned out that the two daughters were arguing over whether to give the patriarch Murong Yuan a seventieth birthday feast.