Zhou Yuan returned to the sect this time to report the situation to Wei Biao. When I heard the question at this time, I was not in a hurry to answer, but started from the beginning:
"Hall Master, this subordinate has been in Shuyang County for the past few months..."
"Um."
"My subordinates have found the person Yi Jinbo is looking for. This person's surname is Jin. She is a female cultivator in the Qi training stage and works in a local immortal cultivating family."
"Oh?" Wei Biao raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested: "What did she say?"
"She's dead."
Zhou Yuan methodically introduced the situations he found in Zhu's hometown one by one, including the destruction of the Zhu family.
Finally, he said: "Although Jin is dead, she still left behind a son. You, the hall master, have also seen this son."
"I've seen it before?" Wei Biao looked surprised. He waved his hand to stop Zhou Yuan from continuing his narration, pacing back and forth in the room, thinking carefully, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his eyes:
"Yang Zhen!"
"The hall master is wise," Zhou Yuan said with a small flattery, and then told the story of his meeting with Zhao Liyu, and then said: "I am thinking that this young man has a deep memory of the past. If Yi Jinbo had seen his mother that day, even if He didn’t know the content of the conversation, and he might have told some details..."
"So, my subordinates rushed to Chongzhou and came to Wushui County where he worked. They wanted to call him out secretly and ask him what happened. Unexpectedly, he was hurt by a woman beside him."
"Is there a woman who is stronger than you around Yang Zhen?" Wei Biao was even more surprised.
Although Zhou Yuan's cultivation level is only at the ninth level of foundation building, which is still far from perfection, as a close confidant of Wei Biao, he has traveled abroad for many years and experienced all kinds of bloody storms. His strength is definitely not that of those who have perfect foundation building in the sect. Comparable.
"Yes," Zhou Yuan said with a serious look on his face: "After my subordinate was injured, he hid in Wushan County and Wushui County for a few days. He secretly made inquiries and found out that the woman's name was Mu Zixue and she was the deputy director of Yu Jinke in Wushan County. Chief. She and Yang Zhen's Taoist concubine Zhao Yue'er came to Wushan County to take up posts on the same day. However, she rarely appeared in the county temple and hung out with Yang and Zhao all day long."
"My subordinates speculate that this woman may have been sent by someone to protect one of Yang Zhao."
After expressing his judgment, he stopped saying anything and stood with his hands tied, waiting for the hall master's instructions.
Wei Biao frowned, and after a long time he ordered: "Go back first, and stay in Yunya Town for the next few days. I will call you at any time. I have seen your injuries. There is a trace of icy purple energy in them, I guess. It has something to do with the rules of ice and cold, and I can’t remove it. Fortunately, the weight is very light, and after two days the purple energy dissipates, your wound will heal on its own, so don’t worry.”
"yes."
A few days later, Wei Biao called Zhou Yuan over.
"I have verified Mu Zixue's identity. She is an inner disciple of Master Shuihong. She has always been on good terms with Zhao Yue'er in the sect."
"What is her cultivation level, what spiritual roots she has, and how old she is?" Zhou Yuan asked.
Wei Biao frowned, but still replied based on the information he found: "Shuanglinggen, this year is one hundred and thirty years old, and the foundation is on the fourth floor."
"Fourth level of foundation building?" Zhou Yuan exclaimed: "I have fought with her, and her true energy is extremely solid, which is definitely not comparable to the middle stage of foundation building. I can only support three moves at most under her hand. This way How can you reach the fourth level of foundation building with your strength?"
"Also, that icy purple energy is probably not something that a mid-stage foundation-building monk can use, right?"
"Well, maybe it has something to do with the weapon in her hand." Wei Biao said thoughtfully.
Zhou Yuan was silent for a long time, and then asked again: "Hall Master, where is this woman from and what is her background?"
"A native of Qingzhou," Wei Biao suddenly sighed after saying this: "Zhou Yuan, please stop asking about this woman's identity."
Zhou Yuan was stunned and looked up at Wei Biao. Seeing the gloomy look on the hall master's face, his heart skipped a beat and he didn't dare to say anything.
Wei Biao closed his eyes tightly and didn't make a sound for a long time.
When searching for Mu Zixue's identity this time, he made a surprising and horrifying discovery.
First of all, this woman's identity token was made eight years ago by a deputy head of the General Affairs Hall named Xu.
Among them, age, origin, admission hall records, etc. are not recorded in the earlier General Affairs Hall archives.
The information on the token is undoubtedly fabricated.
With such a token, there will be no obstacles when walking in the Xu Kingdom. Unless someone can find the files of the General Affairs Hall like him.
In addition, before that, no one had ever heard of Shuihong having such an inner disciple.
This woman seemed to have appeared out of nowhere eight years ago.
This instantly reminded him of Yi Jinbo.
What frightened him was that his ancestor commissioned Yi Jinbo to make the token last time, but Mu Zixue found someone else.
Could it be that the ancestor no longer trusts him?
Even hiding it from him?
Especially Deputy Hall Master Xu, whose qualifications and cultivation are only slightly inferior to him, are very likely to reach the golden elixir within a period of time.
Have you completely fallen out of favor?
Wei Biao's face turned pale.
As for Yang Zhen, he became more and more curious about this young man.
The person Yi Jinbo met was his mother; on the first night of joining the sect, he was personally received by his ancestor; as the owner of the county hall and a qi-training monk, he was accompanied by a woman with a mysterious identity and unpredictable strength.
This person is really confusing and full of fog!
However, he did not dare to let Zhou Yuan approach the young man again.
The intention is too obvious, if it is not done well, the ancestors will be alarmed, and the consequences will be unpredictable!
Thinking of this, Wei Biao glanced at his most trusted subordinate and said warmly:
"Zhou Yuan, just leave Yang Zhen alone. Do you have any other arrangements next?"
His original intention was to give up that obsession, stop worrying about Yi Jinbo, and prepare to arrange a good position for Zhou Yuan to reward him for his hard work over the years.
However, Zhou Yuan was serious about his work and thought less about other aspects, so he didn't understand the meaning of Wei Biao's words.
He thought for a long time, suddenly thought of something, his spirit suddenly lifted, and he said in a deep voice:
"Hall Master, this subordinate plans to return to Shuotie County."
"Why is this?" Wei Biao asked in surprise. That place is close to Hanzhou, it's a quiet place, but not many people are willing to go there.
"My subordinate met Yang Zhen there last year." Zhou Yuan told how he saw Yang Zhen in the mountains that day:
"My subordinate didn't think so at the time, but now he is curious. Why did he go so far away?"
"That Yi Jinbo also disappeared in Qingzhou that year. My subordinates suspect that the two may be related."
Wei Biao's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was enlightened.
Yes! Since you can't check Yang Zhen directly, why not check where he has been?
"Okay," he said, stroking his palms: "Your position as the chief of Jing'an Branch of Shuotie County, I just happened to keep it for you. Just go there and look for it, don't worry!"
"Yes!" Zhou Yuan responded loudly.
Yang Zhen could never have imagined that he just made an inadvertent trip to Shuotie County, and ended up accidentally bumping into him and exposing a big secret of the sect.
That's something for later.
