Murong Huanhe didn't see clearly what she looked like, so he couldn't tell who the murderer was for a while.
This was not unexpected by Yu Jiuxu. When the disciple who came to report the news entered the door of the hall, as usual, Yu Jiuxu was sitting on pins and needles copying scriptures and passing the time.
The disciple who reported the news went in for a while. Yu Jiuxu was about to leave. When she turned around, she was caught off guard and met Su Luochen's deep eyes. Her heart tightened and she turned around hurriedly.
"Go to Fenghuawu."
He just said something in a calm tone, and then went out together with the disciple who came to report the news. Yu Jiuxu was stunned for a moment, wondering if he wanted her to go with him.
Su Luochen was always like this, he cherished words like gold, as if saying one more word would ruin his reputation.
Just as he was complaining in his mind, Su Luochen's voice came from outside again: "Take the medicine box."
After just a moment of hesitation, what Yu Jiuxu heard was like "No need to copy the scriptures." She immediately jumped up from her position and responded: "It's coming, it's coming." She went to find the medicine box and followed Su Luochen went to Fenghuawu together.
When the two arrived, in addition to several heads of the Immortal Sect and disciples who came to visit from various mountains, Yao Xianqiong was also there, and what was even more embarrassing was that Bai Qingqing was also there.
After entering the room, Yu Jiuxu put the medicine box in his hand aside. Su Luochen stepped forward to take Murong Huanhe's pulse. Murong Huanhe looked at him with big round eyes and asked: "Tianjun, am I You won’t be able to get out of bed for a long time, right?”
Su Luochen took his pulse, retracted his hand, and simply said: "After the catastrophe, you really need to have a good rest, but it's not like you can't get out of bed. Just move around less."
Murong smiled happily, obviously very satisfied with the answer, but Yao Xianqiong on the side said: "I think it's better not to get out of bed, just stay in bed to rest, so as not to cause any trouble again."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly turned cold. No one said anything for a while, as if even breathing was becoming lighter.
What's going on?
Yu Jiuxu raised his eyes and glanced at the faces of the people present. Everyone seemed to be afraid to say anything.
Suddenly, it was not difficult to understand what Xu Changliu said before in the woods.
While thinking, Yu Jiuxu swallowed, summoned up the courage, and spoke to break the weird atmosphere: "Miss Murong, did you really not see clearly what the person who attacked you that night looked like?"
Murong Huanhe shook his head and said truthfully: "That night, it was very dark, and I only saw the man wearing a ghost mask."
"What about weapons?" Yu Jiuxu asked.
The swords worn by the disciples of the Immortal Sect, except those who have just started and have not yet passed the trial to choose a spiritual sword, are all different, including Bai Qingqing's one.
Moreover, Bai Qingqing's situation is special, and it shouldn't be difficult to identify him in terms of weapons.
But Murong Huanhe thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "She didn't have a weapon."
No?
Yu Jiuxu's eyes darkened slightly. As he was thinking, his eyes involuntarily fell on Bai Qingqing beside him. Their eyes met, and she just smiled lightly at Yu Jiuxu.
Next to her, Mu Wenlan helplessly put her hand on Yu Jiuxu's shoulder and shook her head at her. She had already asked the senior sister who took care of her before about these things, and it was of no use at all.
"Alright, I accept your wishes for Huanhe." Yao Xianqiong stood up and after scanning the crowd, her eyes fell on Yu Jiuxu. She said: "The Immortal Selection Meeting will be held soon. , I really can’t delay everyone’s training any longer, I will take care of Huanhe, everyone please go back.”
Yao Xianqiong had spoken, but no one dared to stay. They all saw the gift and left the room.
Yu Jiuxu and Mu Wenlan were the last to go out. Before they had taken a few steps, Yao Xianqiong's voice suddenly came from behind: "Miss Su."
Yu Jiuxu paused and turned around suspiciously. If he hadn't happened to meet Yao Xianqiong's eyes, Yu Jiuxu would have almost thought that he was hallucinating.
"It's inconvenient, can you lend me a moment to talk?" Yao Xianqiong said, with a smile on his face and no emotion at all.
Yu Jiuxu was confused and a little wary at the same time. According to Mu Wenlan, this shell and Yao Xianqiong should have never been seen before, so there should be nothing to say.
Thinking about it, she felt a little uneasy. Her eyes wandered and fell on Su Luochen. At this time, Su Luochen also frowned and couldn't help but feel worried.
"Mother……"
He was about to say something, but Yao Xianqiong didn't want to pay attention to him. She turned around and walked straight out of the house. The moment she passed Yu Jiuxu, she whispered: "I'll wait for you in the side hall."
"..." Yu Jiuxu felt a thump in her heart, and an inexplicable fear arose. When she turned to look over, Yao Xianqiong had already turned around and stepped out of the door.
To go or not to go?
Yu Jiuxu was in trouble. If she didn't go, she probably wouldn't let it go. Now that she was in the Immortal Sect, she probably wouldn't do anything too extreme.
After all, you still have to save some face for the Immortal Sect.
While thinking, she glanced at the worried Su Luochen. Besides, she didn't want Su Luochen to be in trouble.
After thinking about it for a while, she smiled at Su Luochen and said, "Master, I'll be back as soon as I go." Then she followed out.
When Yu Jiuxu stepped into the side hall, Yao Xianqiong stood in the center of the hall with his back to the door.
"Madam?" Yu Jiuxu stood behind her and called softly, but she didn't respond.
After a short silence, there was only a "bang" sound, and the door of the hall suddenly closed, which scared Yu Jiuxu and subconsciously looked back.
When she turned back, Yao Xianqiong had already stood in front of her at some point. Yu Jiuxu was startled, shuddered again, and stepped back. She laughed awkwardly: "Madam, what are you doing? ah?"
Yao Xianqiong chuckled. There was no emotion in her eyes, but the more it looked like this, the more frightening it became.
She said coldly: "You are not Su Xian at all."
When she said this, she was even half-uncertain. She was not asking for an explanation or asking whether it was true or false, but she was 100% sure.
But they had only met a few times, so it was obvious? At least we have to fight each other before we can come to a conclusion. People like Yu Jinzhou can only dare to believe it with half doubt.
Yu Jiuxu stepped back and forced a smile: "Madam, what are you talking about? I don't understand. If there is nothing wrong with you, I will leave first."
Before she finished speaking, she had already run away towards the door. Just kidding, who is she? The person who climbed the Baisha Peak alone. If he is caught in front of her, he must not be cut into pieces. .
"Want to leave?!"
Yao Xianqiong obviously didn't give this chance. With a wave of her hand, a stream of spiritual energy flew straight away, tying her whole body and pulling her back. She had to stop.
"Master! Help—"
Before she finished speaking, a strong recoil force pulled her back. After being controlled to turn around, Yao Xianqiong pinched her face with her hand, covering her mouth just enough to prevent her from screaming.
Yu Jiuxu's puzzled and frightened eyes met her murderous eyes, and Yao Xianqiong gritted his teeth and said: "Bold demon cultivator, this little trick of reviving a corpse, you want to hide it from my eyes?! Why are you so evil?! "
His grandma is dead now!
Yu Jiuxu swallowed and struggled desperately, but in the end it had no effect, and his own spiritual power was completely useless.
At this moment, the door of the palace was suddenly opened by a strong force, and with a "bang", the door opened. Taking advantage of Yao Xianqiong's distraction, Yu Jiuxu opened his mouth and bit her hand. .
