The next day, Wan Qingping set up a retreat and flew towards the northwest of Suyun Mountain.

In the two years that he was in retreat and stabilized the realm, there were many people who came to visit him, most of them came with the purpose of climbing the relationship, a Jindan monk, especially after the superimposed thunder tribulation that had never been seen in the history of Jiuli, the name was very capable of bluffing, in the process of spreading layer by layer, I don't know how many times it was exaggerated, many shops were attracted because of this, after all, a shop wants to grow, and no one supports it at the top of Jiuli.

However, at that time, he was concentrating on retreat and did not meet these people, so he only left a famous post, and this time the helper he wanted to find also had a famous post, this person got a new cave from the Gu Master Temple after returning from the Mumba grassland, which is about 700 miles away from Suyun Mountain.

At this time, there was no flying magic weapon under Wan Qingping's feet, only a faint blue light kept pouring out, but the flight was not slow at all, this is the art of flying in the sky that he had learned during the two years of retreat, and the flight degree at this time was more than double that of the foundation building consummation, which was also because he was not proficient in the practice of this basic spell, and it was expected that in a few years, the flight degree would be improved again.

"Hey, that's not right!" As soon as he flew out of more than thirty miles, Wan Qingping suddenly flashed blue light around him, suspended in the air, and showed a pensive look on his face.

After a little half a cup of tea, his contemplative expression disappeared, and as soon as he slapped the storage bag, he grabbed the nine-section bone whip in his hand, and his face was full of anger: "I want to see who dares to calculate me?"

After finishing speaking, the light rose again, but did not continue to the northwest, but cruised in all directions with the center of the Plastic Cloud Mountain, and kept scanning the downwards, like an eagle falcon hunting its prey.

Two hours later, Wan Qingping, who had thoroughly inspected the twenty-mile radius around the cave, landed on a mountain rock, with a puzzled face, could it be inferred wrong?

On his way to the Pleiades Cave Mansion, he suddenly remembered something about the sorcerer who wanted to kill him.

He Lei once said to Ye Guimei: Even if you can only collect his sweaters and the like, you can kill him.

Although Wan Qingping has only learned spells so far, he also knows that it is impossible for a spell master to curse and kill a monk of the same level with only some clothes and hair, and he must have essence blood and birth date to cast powerful spells.

If this is the case, the sorcerer may only want his sweater to find out his whereabouts, and once he leaves the cave, the sorcerer will cast a spell to find out his location, and then join forces with Jian Yanghyeon to kill him.

However, he was sure that the sorcerer had not obtained anything like his sweater until now, so he naturally could not trace his traces, so he could only retreat and observe whether he left the cave mansion or not, if he left the cave mansion and fled to the northwest, it would be easy for the person to judge that he was going to find the Pleiades, because it was impossible for Jian Liangxian not to tell him this.

Although it is impossible for a sorcerer to personally stay around the Plastic Cloud Mountain for a long time, it is also possible to send his subordinates to monitor nearby, and once a Jindan monk escapes and leaves, he will report it immediately, after all, there are not many strange things in the cultivation realm that can transmit information over long distances, but it is not a few.

Wan Qingping circled around the cave in order to find out the spies arranged by the sorcerer near his cave mansion, and to see who wanted to strangle him.

A radius of twenty miles was already the maximum distance that his eyes could observe the take-off and landing of the Retreat, but it took him two hours to search the surroundings thoroughly, and there was no trace of any monks, only three or five ordinary mortals haunting the vicinity.

There is a mundane village around Suyun Mountain, in order to set up a large array to protect the mansion, Ye Guimei also recruited mortals to cut down too dense trees, so it is not surprising that there are ordinary people in the village who hunt and chop firewood nearby.

But it is impossible to arrange ordinary people to be spies, not to mention whether ordinary people can distinguish between Zhuji Monk and Jindan Monk Dunguang, even if they can, they can't pass the news out, after all, without mana, they can't manipulate the strange things that transmit news in the cultivation realm.

It's impossible for mortals, and there are only three or five mortals who have just appeared, so ...... Could it be that the monk's aura was hidden by some treasure, and then it was hidden from his investigation?

Thinking of this, Wan Qingping carefully went through the few mortals he had seen in his mind, he was worthy of being the soldier and horse master who was in charge of the detective back then, and he was very vigilant about the details, and suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he patted his head: "There is something wrong with this person!"

On the side of a rugged mountain path, a dark-skinned woodcutter wields a firewood knife to chop at a small tree with a thick bowl mouth, which for the woodcutter is cut down and dried, but it is a good thing to exchange for salt and flower cloth.

The cyan light fell, and the woodcutter seemed to have just appeared, and hurriedly gave a salute: "Mortals meet Master Gu Master!" A look of fear and respect appeared on his face, just like the expression of ordinary mortals when they saw Gu Master.

The person who came first glanced at the firewood pile with a pair of mung bean eyes, smiled, and then said with interest: "Let me ask you, how much can this load of firewood be sold for?"

"Master Qi Yu Gushi, although this full load of firewood looks like a lot, it can't be exchanged for a few sons, and the villagers exchange corn for corn on weekdays, and silver money is not needed!" the woodcutter said respectfully, and he said not bad at all, all the people in the village usually exchange goods not with silver money, but with goods.

"It's really hard for you, even this kind of detail can be thought out in advance, it's a pity to be a spy!" The visitor stared at the woodcutter for a while, until the person who saw it was sweating profusely, and then he sighed and said.

"Master Gu, the little one really doesn't understand what you mean!" The woodcutter was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees.

"Don't you understand, hehe, this is easy to do......" As soon as the words fell, the person who came suddenly raised his foot and directly kicked over the pile of firewood that had been tied, and then pointed to a few dry branches and said in a dark voice: "Most of your firewood should have been cut down for several months, look at this broken hole, tsk, the newly cut branches are very fresh!

Hearing this, Fan Min's face twitched, but he still hesitated and said: "Master Gu, the little ......" seems to want to explain something.

But before he finished his words, the man came and said slowly, "Although you have a dark complexion, at first glance you look like a woodcutter in the wind and the sun, but the mortals who work all year round are not only dark, but also the surface of the skin is wrinkled, am I right?"