Yang Tiantai showed a look of grief and indignation, clenched his right fist and said slowly: "Senior Brother Li, Senior Brother Lu didn't lie to you, it's true. Li Tianmu was stunned for a long time, and he didn't even pay attention to Aunt Li coming in to deliver the cup.

Aunt Li saw that her husband's face was dull, so she didn't dare to ask more, so she quickly retreated. After a long time, Li Tianmu came back to his senses and asked slowly, "Have you ever found out who did it?"

Lu Xianping groaned, shook his head slowly, and said, "I haven't found out yet." Master has been unconscious, and we have no clue who caused the poison, and we have not found any clues. ”

"Master's injuries, can't you see any clues?" Li Tianmu said with a frown.

Zeng Ding frowned, sighed and said, "It's a shame to say that Master's injuries are unremarkable, purely due to the slam blow from external forces. We really don't know the identity or purpose of the person who hurt people!"

"Can you sneak into the Nine Swords Pavilion unknowingly, and then deceive the master, and then hit the master hard...... With such skills, I'm afraid there are not many people in the world. Li Tianmu muttered.

Lu Xianping said with a gloomy face: "It's just that Master has a very good reputation in Dongyuan, and he doesn't have any enemies, who would do this? What is his purpose?"

Li Tianmu took a sip of tea, put down the teacup and said slowly: "People who practice martial arts or monsters who cultivate transformation will always carry their own cultivation characteristics when they make a move. The palm power of a person who practices martial arts is either yin or yang, soft or rigid, there are rules to follow; if the Taoist monster makes a move, it must have traces of the five elements, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, at least one of them. If it's just external power...... It is impossible to break Master's Purple Elephant Divine Skill! Can anyone really break the Yin and Yang and jump out of the Five Elements? How is this possible?"

Zeng Ding looked at Li Tianmu, who was uncertain, sighed and continued: "Because of this, we have no clue! Not only the master in charge, but also several senior masters have been poisoned by this. It is said that this incident has alarmed the old-timers of Bu Yunqu (Bu Helai, the word Yunqu). ”

"Bu Yunqu senior?" Li Tianmu heard this name, and his brows immediately relaxed, "Then this evil person can't escape if he is killed!"

Yang Tiantai said: "Maybe." I heard that six years ago, the thirty-third day old man Bu and the old man of the bloody hand covered the sky Qian made an appointment to go to Hejian Mansion together to worship the three Lin adults who were mistakenly killed by the faint king. It's just that after the two competed in Hejian Mansion, they disappeared from the rivers and lakes at the same time, and no one knows what they ran to. ”

Lu Xianping also nodded, and said with a look of fascination: "Bloody hands cover the sky, you know that there is a sky outside the sky! Forty years ago, the two old men Bu Yunqu and Qian Zhanming (Qian Rendeng, Table Character Case) were already the first and second in the world. I'm afraid they're all 100 years old now. ”

Li Tianmu came back to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since Old Man Bu has made a move, then let's wait for the good news with peace of mind." ”

Lu Xianping glanced at Li Tianmu and said slowly: "Yes." It's just that Old Man Bu has always seen the head of the dragon but not the end. It would be great if this living immortal could intervene and come in. However, Senior Brother Li, it is just a rumor now. Besides, the Nine Swords Pavilion is now ...... It's hard for a few of us to take on big responsibilities. As a last resort, we have the cheekiness to invite Brother Zong Mo out of the mountain, first, to stabilize people's hearts, and second, if something happens to the master, we also hope that the second senior brother can take on the heavy responsibility!"

Li Tianmu pondered for a moment before raising his head and said, "Then as far as you know, who is most likely to do this?"

Lu Xianping and the two junior brothers looked at each other for a while, and then Lu Xianping spoke: "The most suspicious...... First, the silver-eyed wolf demon. ”

Li Tianmu frowned again and said, "Silver Eyes, are you a monster?" Lu Xianping looked at Li Tianmu and nodded.

Li Tianmu raised his eyebrows and said, "What about the second?"

Lu Xianping took a deep breath before whispering: "Our Uncle Zuo, Zhang Hengzhi (Zhang Zhengling, the table character is horizontal). At present, the Nine Swords Pavilion is in danger of splitting at any time, and Zhang Zuojiao and Wang Zhao (Wang Lingyi, Table Word Zhao) have fallen out. Moreover, this Uncle Zhang has long been misbehaving, colluding with traitors and causing trouble in the government. Brother Zong Mo, you also know that our Nine Swords Pavilion has never interfered in the government's politics! Zhang Zuojiao has recently cultivated an evil art from nowhere, and his skills have increased dramatically. Alas, I'm afraid that except for the little uncle, there is no one in the sect who can stop him!"

Li Tianmu heard the eagerness in Lu Xianping's words, and immediately said with a straight face: "Li Tianmu has been running away from his master for 17 years, and it is time to go back and fulfill his filial piety! As for the rest, we'll talk about that later. ”

The three Taoists all nodded with joy on their faces, and Lu Xianping clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Senior Brother Zongmo for your help, we are grateful." Zeng Ding and Yang Tiantai also hugged their fists and thanked Li Tianmu.

Li Tianmu hurriedly pressed down Lu Xianping's hands and blamed: "Senior Brother Lu, isn't it too obvious for you to say this? We both belong to the Nine Swords Pavilion of the Qing Sect, and the master is in trouble, so it is my duty to help." If I Li Tianmu sit idly by, wouldn't heaven not tolerate it. Without further ado, the three junior brothers will stay with me for one night, and let's leave tomorrow morning!"

Mu Wushuang trotted all the way to the back mountain. The morning mist soaked his shirt. Mu Wushuang's face did not change color and his heart did not beat, he took out the axe and waved it with his hand, and a small tree with a thick bowl mouth fell down in response, and the incision was extremely neat.

Mu Wushuang moved like the wind, and in a few strokes, he cut down a big tree that one person hugged together. The thick trunk fell and crushed a large patch of weeds. Mu Wushuang jumped on the trunk of the tree, cut off the branches of the big tree one by one, and cut it roughly, and after a while, he cut a large bundle of firewood, leaving only the thick trunk.

Mu Wushuang just wanted to split the trunk of the tree into firewood, and suddenly felt that this big tree was quite good to use as a roof beam. "Well, I'll get a few people to roll it down the village and see who has it, it's better than burning it. Thinking so, Mu Wushuang inserted the axe into his waist, picked up the chopping wood that had been bundled with one hand, put it on his back, and walked along the winding path towards the village.

Just after taking more than a hundred steps, Mu Wushuang suddenly felt his body tighten. Mu Wushuang stood in place, feeling that a pair of terrifying blood-colored eyes seemed to emerge behind him.

Mu Wushuang freed up one hand to grab the axe at his waist, and those pupils seemed to be widened. Mu Wushuang twisted his head slightly, his arms trembling slightly—not out of fear, but with an inexplicable excitement.

Mu Wushuang himself was surprised, his body didn't seem to belong to him anymore at this moment. And he could clearly feel that his left hand was obviously much more excited than his right.

Mu Wushuang glanced at the ghost handprint on his right arm and said silently, "Could it be that this thing makes his right hand sluggish? And the guy behind me, what the hell is it?"