"Elder Bingwu, recently... can... can it be good?" Chu Xunyu's face was a little embarrassed, and he turned his head and looked at each other with Wangchen. At this time, Bingwu was standing in front of him, covered in silver, and the small silver sword earrings on his left ear were still so dazzling. Bingwu was obviously surprised to see Chu Xunyu and the others. He couldn't help but feel a little cold when he heard Chu Xunyu's greetings.

She asked lightly, "What are you here to do?"

"I have something to ask for it." Wangchen took a step forward and took over the conversation.

Wangchen is more or less famous in the world. He must give Bingwu face, and reluctantly returns a gift, and asks again: "What's the matter?"

So Chu Xunyu wanted Bingwu to inquire about Fengchen Pavilion. Bingwu was shocked when she heard this and asked, "Where are you going to do?"

"It's important, it's about your own grudge. I hope the elders will give you advice." Chu Xunyu took a step anxiously.

Bing Wu shook her head and directly refused Chu Xun's words: "I'm just a law enforcement elder in Shushan. I'm not a gentle person, and I don't have enough to understand the profoundness of this kind. You should ask Gao Ming to do it. After that, I turned around and left.

"Senior, come on." Chu Xunyu saw Bing Wu leaving, and quickly called her and said anxiously, "Elder, this matter is really extraordinary. I hope the elder will ignore his past grudges and help us."

"Fellow Taoist is too worried." Bing Wu turned around and looked at Chu Xunyu coldly, "The past is all passing by, and I don't care about it. It's just that Fengchen Pavilion is one of the important places of this sect. It's not my jurisdiction, nor what I can understand at this level. How can it help you? What's more, this place is also considered the gate of this sect. After all, you are outsiders. Once you enter the Shushan Gate, you will trespass into the forbidden area. It's really rude. Bing Wu has a heavy responsibility and has the responsibility to maintain the iron law of Shushan. I hope you don't take any risks and use any extraordinary means to approach Fengchen Pavilion. Otherwise, Bing Wu will definitely not be ruthless and will swear to defend the rules of this sect to the death and offend." After that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"My wife is dead." Chu Xunyu knew that Bing Wu had no good impression of him, so he had to bear the pain and told him bluntly, "There is something in Fengchen Pavilion related to the death of my wife. I hope the elders can see the love he met in the past, give us some advice and tell us who is under the jurisdiction of Fengchen Pavilion. I will go and ask for personal favors, and I hope the seniors will help me." After that, Chu Xunyu knelt down on one knee and leaned behind Bingwu.

Youdao is that there is gold under the knees of men. Bing Wu knew that Chu Xunyu's character had done this for the sake of his deceased wife, so she paused, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then responded indifferently: "Fengchen Pavilion is an important place in our sect. Except for the head and several senior elders, among the disciples, there is only the elder "Luoyuanzi" who is responsible for direct jurisdiction." After that, he floated away.

"Elder Xie." Chu Xunyu shouted loudly at Bing Wu's back, turned his head and sighed, asking Wangchen, "Senior, have you ever heard of this person from Luo Yuanzi? Is there a name in the world?"

"I've never heard of it." Wangchen shook his head, "But the people who can manage there are not ordinary people. We are still looking for someone to inquire, so we can be prepared."

Chu Xunyu nodded, so the two turned around and walked towards their residence. Gao Wei accompanied Mu Yuan in the room. Chu Xunyu was asking Gao Wei for inquiries, and seeing that no one in Shushan knew the origin of this person named "Luo Yuanzi".

The two of them walked along the way and passed by a construction site. It seemed that there were many masons doing their work. There was a busy sound. Chu Xunyu was very curious and asked casually: "Is this going to build a house?"

"It seems." Wangchen nodded and walked while chatting.

"It's not small, I don't know what Shushan is for." Chu Xunyu responded casually, and the two continued to move forward.

But little did they know that just when the sun sets after the two left, the masons began to finish work. One of the dirty boys patted the dust on their bodies and waved to the Shushan disciple who was supervising the worker not far away and said, "Master Immortal, can you do me a favor?"

The young Shushan disciple was a low-level disciple in the Lingji period. He came over and asked, "What's the matter with you, my friend?"

While slapping the dust on his body, the boy wiped his cheeks with a towel, and explained embarrassedly: "Yesterday, a mistress sprained her ankle when she was moving the wood. She was lying on the bed to rest. I heard that the immortal masters are very powerful. I want to ask you to see if it can be cured?"

Seeing that the young man was not young, about 17 or 18 years old, covered in white and gray, his head was almost impossible to see. Only the big eyes hidden under the "mask" on his face were flashing, and he seemed very sincere. The disciple of Shushan sighed and thought to himself that he was a child from a poor family again, so he became kind and nodded and agreed: "Take me to see."

"Okay, thank you." The young man quickly turned around and walked to the shed where he lived, entered the room, closed the door with his back hand, pointed his hand at the stool and said to the disciples of Shushan: "Sit up, Master, I'll pour you water." After that, he bent down to get the cup.

When the Shushan disciple saw him, he quickly reached out to stop him and said with concern: "It's more important to save people first."

"If you want to sit, just sit." The young man turned around and faced the disciple of Shushan and said impatiently, holding a clean tea bowl with fine workmanship in one hand, and taking out a cold knife from somewhere in the other hand. Before the disciple of Shushan could react, the young man had already cut his throat with a knife. In an instant, blood gushed out from the wound of the throat. The young man quickly filled the cup with a cup. The disciple of Shushan gradually lost his glory and collapsed on the chair, letting a large amount of blood gush out. The cup was always full but never overflowing, which was so weird.

The boy stood quietly in front of him and filled his blood with a cup. His calm expression seemed to be indifferent. After the blood was gone, the boy turned around and came to the table, pushed all the things on the table away, and made a very strange magic array with his fingers dipped in blood. He put the cup in the middle, took out three small wooden carved dummies and placed them in the magic array. Then he closed his eyes and pinched the magic formula with his hands, shouted: "Open!"

After a while, the blood was evaporated and there were only faint stains on the table. When the wind blew, the dummy turned into ashes. The boy opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Oh? It's strange, the person is not in Shushan?"

After saying that, he looked down at the back of his left hand and said, "Did you see it? It's because the person is not here, it's not because I'm lazy and didn't look for it." After saying that, he slowly opened an inverted triangle eye on the back of his left hand, glanced at the magic circle, and then closed it silently.
Chapter completed!