"Which blue is it?" Yu Jing suddenly stopped twisting Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Which other blue could it be?"

Yu Jing turned around and saw Mo Wendong walking towards him. At this moment, Mo Wendong had already mourned herbs and mourning. He had obviously given him mourning.

"Of course, your junior sister's blue." Mo Wendong looked inside the door.

Yu Jing's pupils shrank, "What!"

"She was attacked by a criminal on the way and was planted with a desperate poisonous Juefanghua. When she was passing through Quandu, she became toxic and died on the spot." Mo Wendong finished this sentence lightly.

Yu Jing endured the throbbing in his heart, "...Where is the corpse?"

Mo Wendong sighed, "Come on."

Yu Jing turned his head and saw two strong men carrying a coffin made of willow trees and landing in the courtyard. The coffin had no cover and emitted a cold fragrance. Yu Jing looked inside and his face darkened.

"Junior sister." He called out in pain.

The woman in the coffin was Lan Chuyi. At this moment, she closed her eyes and lay there in it. Except for her clothes that were a little broken, there was no wound on her body, giving people the feeling that she was sleeping quietly.

"Alan has also devoted himself to practicing Taoism for several years. He can plant Juefang flowers without knowing it. With such a poisonous method, looking at the world, I am afraid that there is only that sect." Mo Wendong looked down at Lan Chuyi's corpse.

Yu Jing pressed the Buddhist beads in his hand tightly, "Tangmen."

"The emperor summoned the world to the capital, but the Shu family showed a clean and honest style in front of this great gift." Mo Wendong said: "The Tang Sect started its business in chaos and has always been willing to refuse these visitors. This is definitely not the usual style of the Tang Sect."

"But junior sister, I have never had any hatred with the Tang Sect." Yu Jing whispered.

"If you don't have it with the Tang Sect, it doesn't mean you don't have it with other sects." Mo Wendong said lightly.

At this time, the two strong men carrying the coffin suddenly screamed and fell to the ground one after another. Their faces turned black in an instant and foamed at the mouth. Yu Jing hurried forward and stretched out his palms and slapped them on the backs, trying to use internal force to force the poison, but Mo Wendong pulled him back.

Yu Jing just watched the two strong men turn into a pool of black water, and was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat, "Master!"

"This poison is hard to eliminate, and it is also a disaster to keep it." Mo Wendong whispered slightly, Lan Chuyi's body was dispersed into dust, and even the pools of black water disappeared.

"You should also be infected with toxins and are not seriously poisoned." Mo Wendong shook his head, "It's just to relieve it yourself."

Yu Jing asked, "What should I do if that junior sister?"

"The whereabouts of the Tang Sect have been vaguely recently. Since the Tang Sect has intervened in this matter, if we continue to investigate it, it will be difficult to get good." Mo Wendong sighed.

Yu Jing said in surprise: "Master means, let it go?"

Don’t ask Dong Yangqin to answer.

"My junior sister can't keep a whole body until she dies. Master, you are willing to avenge your mother and your senior brother, why don't you avenge your junior sister? Isn't it in your heart that your junior sister is nothing? She has made a mortal hatred with Longhu Mountain for you, and the Nine-turn Dream Pill she stole was also used by you on your son. All she has done is nothing in your eyes!"

Yu Jing rarely has such an excited time.

Sadness, anger, unwillingness. Any uneasy erupted in this moment.

"In your eyes, aren't we nothing?"

"Enough!" Mo Wendong shouted.

The strong wind swept through the courtyard, making Yu Jing's head full of white hair fly.

"I have my own judgment on this matter, you don't have to worry too much." Mo Wendong turned around and said with apology.

backyard.

Behind the bamboo curtain.

"There's a bit loud." The old man sighed, and two pots of hot tea were cooking in his hand, "What do you think?"

He said this as if he was talking to someone. But at this moment, there was no other movement in the courtyard except the eagle who looked up at him.

"No need to hide it." The old man sighed.

Still no response.

"It seems that the pot of tea that I specially cooked today is to be used to water the fragrant grass." The old man looked down at the teapot, his voice slightly regretful.

"Not everyone is qualified to take the tea that Jianzu made by himself. It is like the fragrant grass you mentioned. After being watered by this tea, it will probably turn into a strand of dry soil in the ashes." A sound that seemed distant sounded, as if it was from another world. But Jianzu just smiled faintly, because he understood that the source of this sound was in the yard.

"I'm old. Now I won't have any sharpness, I just have that lingering obsession." Jianzu poured a cup of tea, "Do you still believe me?"

The eagle suddenly screamed sadly.

Under its feet, its own shadow, began to burn for no reason, and the black flames quickly swallowed it up.

And in the flames, a man appeared, with black water flowing down from his black robe, making an extremely sticky tick. Coupled with his haggard face and gloomy temperament, he could not breathe when he looked at it.

"I'm disrespectful." The man in black robe took the cup of tea and raised his palm and stabbed it into the pool of black water on the ground. The black water instantly appeared as an incomplete shadow.

"The Lord of Pavilion Tang claims to have a soul with shadow, but he can never have a complete shadow." Jianzu drank a cup of tea, "If you take good care of yourself and don't use this secret technique of shadow randomly, although my cup of tea cannot help you recover, it can still be done to replenish your shadow."

The master of Juexi Hall, Tang Yunying.

Tang Yunying shook her head, "I am already a shadow of this world."

"Amnesty." Jian Zu sighed.

"If you have no obsession, living is like dead." Tang Yunying said lightly.

At this time Mo Wendong walked in, "Mr. Tang."

"Master Mo first asked Juefanghua to me, and then asked me to escort the nameless female corpse in person. In the end, he even placed the charge on the Tang Sect's head." Tang Yunying turned his head slightly, "Is it a little bit? I'm not very kind."

Mo Wendong smiled faintly, "This world is about to be flooded by a torrent, but I keep the Tang Sect away from this torrent. By that time, no matter what kind of Tang Sect it is, it will become the master of this world. Is this deal so unprofitable in Mr. Tang's opinion?"

"Does that place really exist?" Tang Yunying turned around and asked coldly.

"Maybe it is difficult for ordinary people to find it, but if the Tang Sect has that sword, it is certainly possible." Mo Wendong replied: "What's more, don't your Tang Sect's mechanisms also come from that place? Since Mr. Tang would choose to walk out of Bashan, then Mr. Tang should believe that the existence of that place is."
Chapter completed!