Ren Shaohua said lightly: "The past is hard to pursue."

"Things that are misled by the world have meaning to pursue." Luo Feiyu said firmly.

Ren Shaohua was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "I thought I was perfect enough, but I didn't expect that in some things, I was far inferior to you."

"Of course, you have something you want to do," Luo Feiyu said suddenly.

Ren Shaohua asked, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Gu loves his wife so much that he loves him. The demonic heart in his heart may come from his wife. Therefore, we must find her." Luo Feiyu said slowly.

Ren Shaohua said in a deep voice: "But she is dead."

"Since Brother Gu will appear in Senior Brother Mo's mansion at that time, then everything about Brother Gu must have been planned by Senior Brother Mo. Including when he was in Hanshan Temple, he met the female Taoist for the first time. And the female Taoist died in an unknown way, and it is very likely that it would not be as simple as death." Luo Feiyu patted his shoulder, "Even if she is dead, we have to find the cause of her death."

Ren Shaohua frowned, "I didn't expect what you said. I asked Duan Wu Lord yesterday, but according to what he said, there is no record of the cause of Miss Lan's death in Tianji Pavilion, let alone where she's 'death', and there is no way to start."

Luo Feiyu was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "He should know."

"He?" Ren Shaohua was stunned.

Luo Feiyu nodded, "No, it's him."

"But that person is far more terrifying than what he looks like." Ren Shaohua advised.

Luo Feiyu shook his head, "It is precisely because that person is very scary, maybe he had his own layout during the period of exile that it is meaningful to ask. Brother Mo's chess game is difficult to predict, and we must be fully prepared."

"Go to rest early. Tomorrow morning, I will ask Shang to perform needles for you." Ren Shaohua turned around.

Luo Feiyu turned his head and looked at the door ahead, shook his head gently, "I'll wait a little longer."

"Okay." Ren Shaohua knew what he was waiting for and did not continue to ask.

In the room, Gongsun Shilan picked up the jade flute and started to play against the stars outside the window.

And the energetic boy was waiting for her answer through the door.

In another room.

Shang spread a roll of paper on the table, with more than a dozen silver needles tied to it, and under the reflection of the candlelight, it emitted a cold light that made people angry.

"Second sister, do you really want to use this star-moving magic needle?" Zi asked softly.

Shang nodded.

"But sister, your fate..." Yu, the youngest, pulled Shang's long skirt, feeling aggrieved.

"The star moves the needle, which is not only the patient's internal strength, but also the doctor's own." Shang scratched her head and smiled and said, "I understand your concerns."

The irritable horn was so angry that he slapped the table, "Why do you want the second sister to bear the consequences when the decision made by the boy without permission? I'll go to him to reason with it!"

"Three sisters." Shang stopped her.

Jiao said angrily: "Second sister, what are you thinking!"

Shang Qing sighed: "Who is willing to lose his skills? Who would want his lover to take risks? I believe that Mr. Luo is facing an extremely difficult choice at this time. It would be better not to disturb him."

Zi shook his head, "What about you?"

Shang smiled, "We have lived in a lonely boat since we were young, and it has been ten years since then. Although the eldest sister has made many mistakes, the young master not only did not kill him, but was even brought back by him. We always learn to repay his great kindness, instead of saying nothing about repayment and accepting his kindness with peace of mind."

"And Mr. Luo is the young master's friend."

"When Young Master Luo really has no regrets about his decision."

"Then I learn to be like him, too."

"Just ask for nothing!"

Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, scattering into the spring breeze that fills Luocheng.

The sound of flutes flows in the night.

Gongsun Shilian's eyes gradually opened and she looked at the stars. She suddenly remembered when she left Chang'an and went to find Luo Feiyu.

At that time, I also yearned for the unrestrainedness of that young man.

She put down the flute and opened the door.

But I found that the boy was already asleep in the stars and moonlight that shone down.

Gongsun Shilan smiled and did not dare to disturb him. Instead, she gently came to Luo Feiyu and looked up at his sleeping face.

But suddenly, Luo Feiyu lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

"You!" Gongsun Shilian took a step back in fear, covered her red face, and her pupils shrank.

Luo Feiyu smiled openly, "Look, I took advantage of others' danger and finally succeeded. There is nothing in this world that I can't do. Just believe me this time. This is also the last time."

"This can also be shown off in front of me." Gongsun Shilan turned her head unhappily.

At the same time, he raised his hand and placed the umbrella in front of Luo Feiyu.

"Go. But now I can't help you." Gongsun Shilian sighed.

"Then you are in the Sword Tool Tower and wait for me to come back." Luo Feiyu took Jiang Mo with a smile.

Wudang Mountain.

The Taoist priest in white with a purple box was walking on the mountain road. Early autumn had arrived, and many fallen leaves fell on his shoulders, but within a moment, they were struck by the lightning and lightning from the box and turned into black powder and dissipated with the wind.

"A Yue." Yu Yin suddenly appeared behind him.

Murong Haoyue stopped, "Uncle Master."

"Senior Brother Murong, where are you going?" The little Taoist priest Mo Haochen appeared with Yu Yin.

"I'm going to kill Xiao Haochen." Murong Haoyue clenched her fists suddenly.

Yu Yin sighed. I guess Murong Haoyue had already observed Xiao Haochen's location through the stars in the sky.

"But the senior brother of the head has set up a barrier in the mountains." Mo Haochen looked at the whisk in his hand, "We can't even go down the mountain for half a step."

"Are he worried that I will kill him?" Murong Haoyue's eyes cold.

At this moment, the murderous aura released from his body made the two of them breathless.

"Please don't stop me." Murong Haoyue put away her murderous aura and sighed.

"Your sword technique is still stagnant from the fifth line of the realm, you can't beat him!" Mo Haochen shouted.

"The monstrous hatred must be tried, even if it is death." Murong Haoyue turned around.

At this moment, a song suddenly came from the mountain.

"The clear bamboo gulls and swallows are loud and lonely in the sky, and Qinhuai is sad and swallowing the cold wave in autumn.

The white-headed lights are in the cool night, and the moon is bright in the inkstone and the six dynasties are seen."

But Murong Haoyue just hesitated for a moment and still walked down the mountain resolutely.

"This time, no one can stop me."

Back then, because of your singing, I volunteered to be trapped in Qinhuai, played the sword with you and made a vow.

And today, I will make your singing for the timeless oath, for our devastating oath-

Let him pay the price!

In the Haoyue Pavilion.

Su Nansheng put down the pipa in his hand, his eyes filled with tears.
Chapter completed!