Xuzhou, Donghai County.

The end of the main street in the east of the city should be a prosperous scene of commercial shops, but unexpectedly it is the lake. The lake is surrounded by a variety of fields, and dozens of horizontal wooden bridges stand in complexity. The bridge is paved with old bamboo, and it does not rot for years and is less than two meters wide.

The man stood on the fan and stopped by the bridge. The red plum on his body was like splashing ink, and he flew in the cold wind by the lake.

On the other end of the bridge is a small island in the middle of the lake. The fences on the island are languishing, and from a distance it looks like a village house, fences and courtyards are connected to each other, and thatched huts and stone houses are dependent on each other far and near.

Along the lake, the shops sprinkled in the building are like stars surrounding the moon, the noise is like boiling, and the sails written in various teahouses and restaurants can be seen with a wide range of unkempt places, as numerous as stars.

"Young Master, Qing'e's past has never dared to neglect my Jingyun Pavilion like this, but what's wrong?" Yingli stood on the left side of Mei Shuying and asked with a frown.

The slender five fingers held on the jade fan suddenly tightened, and the snow-colored tassels blew in the wind: "It's not appropriate."

After two words, the white clothes swayed in the wind, and the sparse shadow of the plum blossoms jumped up suddenly.

The tall figure stepped towards the lake, without stepping on the wooden bridge, and the white shadows of the lake flew in the air, and in a flash, he stood on a shore rock on the island in the middle of the lake.

Shuangli followed closely behind, and was about to jump up, Mei Shuying turned around and stopped: "There is a formation on the Hengqiao. With your light skills, I am afraid you can't get through, so stay there."

Shuangli stopped immediately.

Yingli retreated from the shore and watched the person on the other end of the bridge walk into the house without a trace, saying, "It is obvious that we can only say there is a formation, so we will ask us to wait."

Jiuli couldn't help but smile: "Yingli, have you started to think that the young master's words are ugly?"

Yingli turned her eyes and the man in black looked straight: "I have never disliked it."

In Qing'e's house, Mei Shuying only stepped a few steps and faintly heard the soft crying one after another. The sound was low and the sorrow came into my heart, forming a sad sound, which was a song of bereavement.

Mei Shuying's expression changed immediately. The crying sounded so hard that it was full of endlessness. It was not just Dao Shu who died?

Just as I was thinking, the sound of walking among the surrounding villages and houses was rustling, and the cold arrows hidden in the dark at the four corners of the fence were already reflecting a cold light towards me.

"Why did Young Master Jingyun come from?"

A female voice came from the spacious house in front of the left hand. It was very quiet and soft, but it was filled with an uncontrollable cold and anger and sadness.

Mei Shuying stopped moving, held a fan in her hand and raised her head, "I originally came to see Elder Fu." The man in white paused and continued, "I'm afraid I'm late now."

"You!" The female speaker heard the leisurely insight in the tone of the man in white, and inevitably angry: "Mei Shuying, are you here to ridicule my Qing'e's house?"

Mei Shuying shook her head helplessly, looking calm: "Why should Elder Chen be angry? The person who doesn't want Elder Fu to have an accident is this young master." After saying that, she was leisurely and said seriously: "This is a detailed look, and I hope Elder Chen will not refuse. If there is anyone who can help Jingyun Pavilion, she will not refuse."

"No need!" The female voice was extremely solemn, "Little Fu's death, I can determine the suspect when the message comes to Guiyungu. I, Chen Meng, still swore here and would never let this person go!"

Guiyun Valley?

Mei Shuying frowned: "How did Elder Fu be killed? What does this matter have to do with Guiyun Valley?"

The woman in the house spoke a little bit ethereal, and then she said, "Everyone in the world knows that you, Mr. Jingyun, and the Sect Master Duanmu, have always been disagreeable, why does her tone seem to be maintaining Guiyun Valley?"

Mei Shuying's originally cold expression was condensed and said coldly: "I am talking about the matter, and I am talking about Guiyun Valley. When did I mention her Duanmu Jiexian?" The man in white stood silently, with a cold face: "I'm protecting the two sects of my little Su Wan, what's wrong with me?"

"The second disciple under the Duanmu Valley Master is named Lan Suwan. He is eighteen years old this year. He is the orphan of Elder Lan and Elder Su of Jingyun Pavilion. Most people in the world know that I am just saying you are just protecting her." The woman's voice was deep and quiet: "But only Mr. Jingyun, you know why."

"Has Elder Chen taken the wrong medicine?" Mei Shuying turned the folding fan in her hand and said coldly: "If you are unconscious, go out to see the guests?"

There was a sound of a cup of porcelain shattering in the house, and a quiet footsteps sounded: "Mei Shuying, you broke into my mirror formation many years ago, so I told you that you thought you were smart, but you were actually stupid." The steps were so close, and a round and jade-like hand pushed open the wooden door of the house and walked out coldly: "If it weren't for your good friendship with the sector, he told me to believe you and Jingyun Pavilion, do you think I would let you go today?"

The woman had a graceful face, luxurious and elegant face, but her eyebrows were filled with deep sadness and anger: "You have explored Xiao Fusu's disease many times, and did not hesitate to make her feel a splitting headache, just to interrogate the incident of Xiao Fu Mushang's disappearance for more than a month five years ago." The woman stood at the door of the house, slapped her palms on the wooden door, and the slightly opened wooden door opened in response to the sound, and the white gauze curtain in the house was deeply brushed: "Now Xiao Fu is dead, I don't know what Master Jingyun wants to ask!"

Behind the heavy curtain, a man in a crimson lying on the couch could be seen vaguely. On both sides of the couch were a young woman wearing a purple silk and green skirt, carrying a bow and arrow, with a look of sorrow and resentment on her face, and her long collar was wet.

Mei Shuying's face darkened a little, and she slowly walked into the house.

Fu Yihui closed her eyes and lay on the couch, her face turned white, and Mei Shuying reached out to her neck.

This man has passed away.

The jade fan in his hand became tighter and the man in white looked solemn. "Elder Fu left, it didn't seem to be painful."

A woman kneeling straight on the ground suddenly cried out in hatred: "Zi'er must kill the man with his hand to avenge his revenge for the elder."

Mei Shuying frowned in her eyebrows: "The only one who killed Elder Fu?"

The woman on the ground cried, "He dared to pretend to be Mr. Duanmu, and poisoned She Lao in front of our sisters Gong'e to deceive us. She Lao could wake up after pulling out the silver needle. But she actually said that the woman was extremely cold and stern: "Shejian Mingjian! I will definitely kill this son to avenge She Lao to comfort her spirit in heaven!"

Mei Shuying's expression cleared a little, and she frowned and asked, "Duanmu Jiexian has only four disciples in total. I have seen them all. Who is that person pretending to be?"

Chen Meng stood behind Mei Shuying and said coldly: "The fourth disciple of Duanmu Valley Master, Mr. Yun Xiao."

The woman kneeling on the ground was deeply buried: "Zi'er never thought about the name of Yingguiyungu. She had never had it before, and Zi'er dared not think about it. He claimed to be a disciple of Mr. Duanmu, with his surname Yun and name Xiao. I heard about it two years ago, just think that there would be no fake."

The more the woman said, Chen Meng's face became colder.

"It's Zi'er's stupidity! When he and Bailang appeared to stop us from chasing the man in black, he could see that he must have a connection with the attacking killer, and he must be Ying's backer. However, we didn't recognize that we mistrust this person several times, and finally killed Mr. She!"

Chen Meng's face was cold: "Just relying on his actions to stop and let the man in black go, he can be killed." She lowered her head and said sadly: "You even believe his words!"

Mei Shuying frowned several times and said, "Based on what we know now, if you don't know, this person will not be Yun Xiao. You might as well tell Shuying about the appearance of this person."

The man on the ground said, "The man looks like a young man who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is wearing a blue shirt and holding a sword in his hand. His face is clear and handsome and handsome. The woman thought of something and said, "Their eyes are as white as the snow, as dark as the ink night, and bright as the moon is unforgettable."

Mei Shuying tapped the folding fan in her hand twice: "The person the girl is talking about is indeed Mr. Yun Xiao."

The woman on the ground was shocked.

Chen Meng also looked at Mei Shuying coldly: "It's just that she looks so pretty, how can she know it's not disguised?"

Mei Shuying turned around and said, "I just rely on her narration of Yun Xiao's eyes, and felt that there was no other person in the world, so I broke it." The red plum on the cuffs of the man in white appeared and disappeared as his wrist movements, and it was a bit cold and charming: "As for whether he is Yun Xiao, Shuying dared not make a judgment." He thought for a while, and said, "But Mr. Yun Xiao has already inherited Duanmu Jiexian's Frost Hua Sword. I wonder how many people can see the sword in his hand?"

Zier lowered his head and said, "He does have an ancient sword in his hand. He looks good and takes it very seriously. But he is used to using whips. We are all accustomed to bows and arrows, and we cannot tell whether the sword is the one that Mr. Jingyun said."

When Mei Shuying heard this, she raised her eyebrows and said, "If you guess that he is not the fourth disciple of Duanmu Jiexian, Yun Xiao, appeared to help Ying killer, and then used a needle to cause Elder Fu to be killed, this boy would be really killed." Hongmei was cold and beautiful, Mei Shuying looked at Chen Meng and said, "But it is just that this person is Yun Xiaoyi, this boy, can't make up for this conclusion yet, and I don't know what Elder Chen plans?"

The originally wise and quiet woman in her eyebrows showed an uncontrollable murderous intent on her face. She said coldly: "I have sent a letter to the Lord Duanmu Valley and asked him if he had sent Mr. Yun Xiao to act in Xuzhou. If there was no such thing at all, this person would naturally not be the eldest disciple of the Lord Duanmu Valley." Her face became even colder, and she said: "At that time, this person would dig three feet into the ground, I would dig him out too! Kill him to sacrifice to the young master!"

Mei Shuying frowned between her eyebrows, and always felt that it was inappropriate, "Dare you ask where Master Lou is?"

Chen Meng also turned around coldly: "The staked master has not returned to check the accounts in Jizhou. Before he comes back, I will give him an explanation for Xiao Fu's death!"

On the lake outside the island, Yingli and Jiuli saw the man in white coming out and rushed forward a few steps.

"Young Master, what's going on in Qing'e's house? Did you see Elder Fu asking for clues?"

The man in white stepped on the water and dripped the shore with a expressionless face, "Elder Fu is dead, only three of them can be verified and investigated. You two follow me to the public loser."

Yingli brought the horse over and said immediately, "Young Master is going to see Gong Shuming?"

The man in white turned over the horse without looking back: "Yes. Also, he ordered Yuwei to check whether Yun Xiao was still in Qingfeng Village after Xiao Suwan left."

Yun Xiao Jiuli was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses and immediately responded: "Yes! Young Master."

Yingli rode a horse with her side, hesitated several times, and asked, "You can send a message to me for the matter here."

"Send the message to Duan" Mei Shuying stopped half of her words, and was stunned for a few seconds before she came back to her senses, and she was silent for a moment.

Then he turned to Yingli and said coldly: "Send a message to Xiao Suwan know."
Chapter completed!