Brother is a heartless thing [Rebirth]

The candles in the room were bright and silent, Min Shao's cold and quiet eyes looked at Wen Xuan, and they stared at him for a moment.

Instead, he looked at Master Ming Wei expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice, "What the Immortal Elder said makes sense."

"However, how does the Immortal Elder know that he is the only one who did the evil? Right now, this person is the only clue. If he is killed, wouldn't those who are with him get away with it?"

Daoist Mingwei was slightly angry, "So what does your majesty mean by not killing this person?"

Min Shao didn't answer.

"Aren't you just letting the soul power and cultivation of those common people be taken away?" Daoist Mingwei said sharply.

"Of course not." Wen Xuan took the words, "Once he is seizing soul power and cultivation, those lines will inevitably appear, so we just need to keep out of the light at all times and keep an eye on these lines."

"But..." Daoist Mingwei flicked his sleeves angrily, and was about to say something more, but a palm wind passed by, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

The candlestick was emitting thin wisps of smoke, and there was only the usual darkness around. Min Shao withdrew his hand, and a cold voice sounded in the darkness, "Gu understands what the immortal is worried about, but the sky is not yet bright, and there is still enough time. If you can’t find out, you should give it a try. After all, the people of Qingping Town are not worthy, if more people are harmed because of misplaced villains, it will really be worth the loss.”

Master Mingwei looked at him coldly for a while.

"Okay, since the two of you are sure that you can find out something from this person, then I don't bother you too much, just do it yourself."

After all, he flicked his sleeves and went out.

As soon as Daoist Ming Wei stepped out of the room, he saw a person walking towards him.

Qing Xuan Taoist Chu Mianfeng.

Chu Mianfeng was dressed in green clothes and was frosty under the moonlight. He had just come from the top of the desolation, and his body was covered with moisture from the time he was holding a sword in the clouds. Gentle breath.

He walked over unhurriedly, with a soft and clear voice, and asked:

"How is it?"

Master Mingwei went straight to the center of the courtyard, and said coldly: "The root cause has been found, but Lord Yuyang and His Royal Highness Dongjing Six are inside, preventing me from killing."

"Master Yuyang?" Chu Mianfeng paused slightly, "Why is he here?"

"do not know."

Chu Mianfeng laughed helplessly, and said softly, "Wulan, are you impatient again?"

Fang Wulan glanced at him coldly, "Why am I so anxious?"

"You've never been like this." Chu Mianfeng brushed the dampness on his shoulders, and said softly, "I know you have a heart for the world, but you still have to restrain your temper, what can't you say well..."

"I know!" Fang Wulan interrupted him, turning his head away indifferently, "I don't need your advice."

"Okay." Chu Mianfeng replied helplessly and with a good temper.He took out a glazed lamp from the magic weapon of space, cast the spell and ignited it, and the surroundings of the two of them lit up instantly, and said, "Then why don't you tell me, what happened today?"

Fang Wulan told him the whole story of what he saw today, Chu Mianfeng listened carefully, and understood roughly.

"So, you're not sure that the person in the house is the one who started it?"

"Yes." Fang Wulan stood tall, wearing a fairy white broad robe with a cold chill under the moonlight, and said in a calm tone, "But I dare to conclude that there is nothing to be judged from this population."

"Why do you decide?"

"intuition."

"..." Chu Mianfeng looked slightly weird.

Fang Wulan glanced at his face, and snorted coldly: "Although this person has cultivation, he is not advanced enough to use such a strange spell, at least he can't do it alone. If this matter He really did it, so why is it so easy for people to find it? Besides, that person doesn’t look very smart, as far as I can see, it’s very likely that he was treated as a puppet without knowing it.”

Chu Mianfeng frowned, "Since this is the case, shouldn't we keep him and find clues from him?"

Fang Wulan pursed her thin lips into a straight line, paused for a moment, and said, "On the contrary."

He raised his eyes and looked at Chu Mianfeng, "Have you heard of this kind of magic to steal cultivation before?"

Chu Mianfeng thought about it: "I seem to have heard it, but I can't remember it."

Fang Wulan's eyes were as cold as a pool, and he said, "But I remember."

"There is a similar record in the Library Pavilion on the top of Floating Desolation. However, what is written in the book is just a passing paragraph, and the specific content has long been a secret, and there is no way to verify it."

Chu Mianfeng couldn't help but startled.

A gentle breeze passed by, the blue silk fluttered slightly with the hem of the clothes, the moonlight was as cold as frost, the flames of the glazed lamps in the courtyard were blazing brightly, and Fang Wulan's eyes were dimly reflected by the orange light.

He suddenly said coldly: "Do you think that if a person who has learned the world's forbidden art wants to hide in the dark, can someone easily find him?"

"Even if you find it... so what?"

Chu Mianfeng looked at him quietly.

Fang Wulan clenched his hands in his sleeves suddenly, and couldn't help frowning, thinking more and more deeply, "The world is in the light, but he is in the dark. If this person's heart is evil... what will happen to the world of cultivating immortals?"

"If his plan is not righteous, then the world will not be able to escape a bloody storm soon..."

"Wu Lan." Chu Mianfeng frowned and called him in a low voice.

Fang Wulan glanced at him, turned his head away, and said as calmly as possible: "I know, maybe I'm just thinking too much, but it's good if you can understand my intentions."

"Since that person has been used by others, and the person behind it cannot be easily found out, the only thing we can do is to kill him. Whether it is useful or not, we must first try to block the other party's plan."

Chu Mianfeng frowned, nodded and said, "I understand what you mean."

He seemed to sigh again, "But...why didn't you say it just now? If you told those two people these words, it wouldn't cause such a situation."

"I..." Fang Wulan choked suddenly, and glared at him angrily, "I'm not familiar with them, why do I have to talk so much?"

Chu Mianfeng raised his eyes to look at him, as if he had been used to it for a long time, but his eyes were soft and helpless, he flicked his sleeves lightly, and said, "Forget it, I will speak for you. Let's go."

The room is pitch black, so dark that you can't see your fingers, only the light moonlight falls through the window lattice, reflecting the hazy outline of the wooden window on the ground.

In the darkness, the man's lazy voice was extremely clear, "I told you that I was just sleeping and didn't know anything else. What do you guys want? Stealing spiritual power..."

The man snorted at this point, "Do you know what that is? Forbidden technique! Forbidden technique, do you understand? If I know that, how can I be reduced to sleeping in such a broken house?"

Wen Xuan has been interrogating him for a long time, the man repeatedly dismissed and said that he didn't know, but showed a contemptuous and arrogant look to them, as if he completely dismissed their slander, let alone believed that there was any thread in himself that could steal people's cultivation. .

Wen Xuan can probably be sure at this time.

This person is completely under the control of others, but he is not aware of it. Just like the threads on their fingertips, they can appear in their hands silently and steal their spiritual power, or they can steal their spiritual power silently. Appeared on this person below, and poured spiritual power into his body.

But what about the purpose?

What is the man behind the plot?

"Okay, if you have nothing else to do, go out quickly. If you want to investigate something, go to another place to investigate. Don't disturb uncle Qingmeng, just walk away..."

The man was already impatient, he stood up from the bed and waved his hands to slap him, and just about to push Wen Xuan with his hand, before his fingertips touched him, there was a "dang" sound in his ear!

A smear of fierce scarlet flashed across, and flickered in the darkness with a terrifying burning sensation. The scorching sword stuck to the side of his face and pierced into the wooden bed frame, making a shocking hum.

The sword almost brushed his eyebrows and inserted into the wooden pillar. The scarlet body of the sword reflected the man's cold eyes.

The man turned his head and met Shang Min Shao's majestic, stern and chilling eyes.

The man squinted his eyes, first glanced at him up and down, and said with a lazy and cool voice, "Your Majesty Yuyang, right? I've heard of you, the direct disciple of Patriarch Taixuan..."

Looking closely at his eyebrows again, he said with a regretful tone, "Unfortunately, the Dao Seal is covered, otherwise I really want to see what the legendary Ruthless Dao Seal is..."

"Shut up." Min Shao interrupted him in a deep voice, and warned, "I will ask you again, who are you, where did you come from, and who have you met in the past few months? Don't dare to talk about him , no matter you are innocent or not, you can only die."

The man smiled and didn't move at all as if he wasn't afraid. He just stood beside his sword as if nothing had happened, just an inch away from the sharp blade, and said, "Let me tell you the truth, you said someone I don't believe in any thread that will absorb my cultivation base. First, with my cultivation base, I may not be able to compare with someone like you, but it is not enough to be unaware of being assassinated. Second , I don’t have a fixed place to live, and it’s been less than half a month since I came to Qingping Town. Since something happened in this town three months ago, it can’t be related to me. Will you spend so much time trying to harm me when you are full?"

"As for your question about my identity..." The man stretched his arms wide, dressed in coarse brown clothes, casually allowing people to see clearly, "I am a poor fortune teller whose parents have long since fled and lived on the streets. I learned my skills and crafts by myself. I set up a stall on the street every day, and there are many people coming and going. They are all ordinary people. I don’t have what you are looking for. the wicked."

After finishing speaking, he raised his chin, looked at the two people in front of him and smiled like he was being beaten, "Believe it or not."

Naturally, it is impossible to believe it.

Wen Xuan stared at him and said, "You're so confident that you think no one can harm you?"

The man glanced at him, sneered and squinted at the sword on the side of his head, and said lazily: "Yes, isn't it you?"

When Min Shao heard this, he didn't intend to talk nonsense with him anymore, his voice was mercilessly cold, "Okay, since that's the case, it's useless to keep you."

While speaking, with a slight movement of his wrist, the sharp edge of the sword turned sharply downward towards the man's neck.

"but--"

The man hastily said loudly, the sword blade had already scratched the skin on his neck, and a few drops of hot liquid flowed out, still tearing the corners of his mouth, with a fine light in his eyes, he said: "I really don't know much about it." I want to die in your hands."

"So I have a proposal."

At this moment, the door rang, Master Mingwei and Master Qing Xuandao opened the door and walked in. The man didn't even look at it, and continued:

"Didn't you say that the reason why the line appeared in your hands is because of the Moon Lao Temple?"

"Then you might as well go to the temple to have a look."

"If the problem is really there... maybe I can help you guys."

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