Since Mo asked, he didn't ask.
Master Liu had been holding the memory crystal tightly in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he finally penetrated his spiritual consciousness.
It was on the outskirts of a forest filled with mist, with a turbulent stream and endless wilderness coming into view.
On the horizon, two rays of light streaked across the sky one after another.
Gradually, the escaping light in front revealed the figure inside. It was a woman wearing aqua blue clothes, with a snake-shaped flying sword in her hand, and a spiritual light flickering under her feet.
A clear, pretty face stained with anger and disbelief came into view.
Questioning, fighting, one chasing and one escaping.
The events in the secret realm that day appeared in Liu Zhenren's mind like a fleeting glimpse of flowers.
The woman's desperate and resentful eyes, the man's ruthless and determined look.
It was deeply engraved in Liu Zhenren's mind.
Jindan Zhenren's coercion was released without any cover, and in an instant, it swept through most of the black market streets. The stalls placed everywhere were instantly thrown into chaos, and the shops on both sides of the street formed formations and flashed with light.
"Who is this person? How dare you act recklessly on the black market!"
A deep voice sounded from the depths of the black market, and a golden elixir aura also swept in. However, this golden elixir aura avoided other street vendors and only went towards Zhenren Liu to suppress it.
Two golden elixirs clashed in the air, and invisible fluctuations exploded in the middle of the street, knocking over the surrounding vendors again, causing the store's aura to shine even more.
Mr. Liu looked towards the depths of the black market with cold eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. But in an instant, the pressure of the golden elixir deep in the black market disappeared without a trace, just like the ebb of the tide.
Only a cold snort was left.
How can Mr. Liu be able to take care of it now, or in other words, where can he still have the mood to take care of the vendors around him who were harmed by his momentary loss of control? That ruthless face is deeply fixed in his mind.
Tong Fang! It's you!
It was you who killed my granddaughter!
Through the mask, Mr. Liu's eyes were filled with raging anger and regret for being deceived.
Over the years, the thief came to Mengyi's residence every year to remember him. He treated him with respect and filial piety, and constantly comforted him. Mengyi must still be alive, and he looked like an infatuated man with deep love as deep as the sea. Put on a good look!
wild ambition! How dare you!
There was no longer any low-key and restraint, Jin Dan's aura was released, and a stream of light flashed across the dark sky of the black market, causing everyone in the black market to look up.
The underground black market is also restricted. Of course, it has little effect on Jindan Zhenren and Yuanying Zhenjun.
The black cloaked monk mixed in the crowd also looked up at the powerful stream of light, knowing clearly who the owner of that stream of light was.
Under the tiger mask, a face as elegant as jade showed a faint trace of memories.
Back then, in the secret realm, Lingchu relied on Wu Yun's copper coins and just walked out of the misty forest. As a result, he saw a story of love and hatred turning against each other for the sake of the elixir.
That woman is called Liu Mengyi.
That man is called Tong Fang.
Later, when the secret realm ended, Liu Mengyi appeared on the list of missing disciples. To say he was missing was just a nice way of saying it. If he couldn't come out in time in the secret realm, there was a high probability that something had happened.
But that Tong Fang came out unscathed, and he still looked in disbelief, showing sadness that the person he had been chasing didn't come out.
Seems heartbroken.
At that time, Lingchu did not expose Tong Fang for no other reason. Lingchu had indeed never seen Liu Mengyi die at Tong Fang's hands. There was no proof. Even with Lingchu's testimony, as long as Tong Fang refused to admit it, , as the Sanqing Dao Sect is a righteous sect, it is impossible to directly use methods such as soul searching.
Even if you make an oath of heaven, there are still too many loopholes to be found.
What's more, Lingchu had quietly inquired about them at that time, and almost all the monks who knew Tong Fang and Liu Mengyi felt that they had a deep and deep friendship.
Even Mr. Liu is convinced.
When Lingchu was building the foundation again, he didn't bother to swim in this muddy water.
Nowadays, she is already a foundation-building monk, and behind her is the senior brother of Jindan Zhenren, the master of Yuanying Zhenjun, and the master of Zhenzhen Zhenzhen.
In addition, I actually met Mr. Liu in the black market today. It was an excellent opportunity to tell everything I knew, and it was difficult to be traced.
Lingchu didn't know how this matter would develop in the end.
The only thing she knew was that it was really easy to tell the person involved about this suspicion that she had harbored for many years.
She shared her memories with Master Liu, not talking about her suspicions or what was possible, but simply showing what she saw clearly.
Besides, in this sneaky way, Mrs. Liu should also know what she meant. She didn't want to get involved in this matter.
If she didn't say it, she would feel uneasy. If she did, she would be afraid of trouble.
Wrapping up the black cloak, Lingchu walked slowly towards the inn in the black market.
Before completing the underground fighting arena Yum Sheng, she planned to live in this underground black market.
A hundred victories in the fighting arena was assigned to her by her master. The requirement to complete the task was not a hundred consecutive victories. In the eyes of her master, this was already a lowered requirement.
There are also inns in the underground black market, and they are more expensive than the inns in the market.
However, for Lingchu, going in and out of the underground black market every day would be a drain on his bones.
After all, every time you enter the black market, you need a lot of spiritual stones! This cost is much more expensive than staying in an inn.
Lingchu calculated this account very clearly in his mind.
There are not many inns in the underground black market. There are only three or two inns in total. Lingchu heard his second senior brother mention it.
One is incredibly expensive, one has a terrible environment, and one has terrible food.
According to what the second senior brother Yan Bei said, no inn in the underground black market was good, which made Lingchu dumbfounded.
That bag of spirit stones was probably meant to be used by Lingchu as a daily expense on the black market.
However, in Lingchu's opinion, it was really not worth it.
The price is astonishing and the environment is poor, so naturally they are not within the scope of Lingchu's consideration. However, Lingchu can overcome the poor food at that restaurant.
Before she came, Sangzi had filled the storage bag he had given her with all kinds of delicious food.
Thinking about the delicious food, Lingchu's steps were brisk, but thinking about the future days in the underground black market, Lingchu's steps became inexplicably heavier.
She also doesn’t know how many more injuries she will have to suffer before Yum wins.
Fortunately, the monk's physical body will basically not leave scars unless there are some special wounds.
Although Lingchu was a monk, he still loved beauty.
