The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 20 Yue Feizi appears

"Please stop all your dramatic fantasies!"

Being stared at by this ungrateful gaze, Song Qinghe felt as if he was being watched like a tombstone.

Now you can guess what this man is thinking!
"This is a high-grade detoxification pill. Within an hour of taking the medicine, ordinary poisons cannot invade the body. I am just hungry and want to take more to increase my strength."

Song Qinghe glanced at the man angrily.

The sun is setting in the west, not as hot as noon.

There was a lot of noise outside. Song Qinghe gently shook his cattail leaf fan. He didn't need to guess to know that the moon gate was coming.

I just didn’t expect that the townspeople would worship the Moon Gate so much.

After a while, the man from the moon gate came to the door.

"Miss Song, the lady in charge of the Juyuan Inn also told me what happened. After we see the body, we go to the front hall to talk?"

Song Qinghe suddenly opened his long, slightly narrowed eyes, frowning and looking at the source of the sound.

The person who came was wearing a dark-colored robe, and his long silver-white hair was tied up with a black jade hairpin. His long eyes with a smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes were bottomless, and the slightly hooked ends of his eyes were somewhat beguiling.

Although they have never met before, Song Qinghe has already guessed that the person standing at the dilapidated door is Yue Feizi!
Fear from his soul trembled, Song Qinghe opened his mouth and lowered his eyes.

I was wondering, how could she know her name?

After a short moment to calm down, he raised his eyes and looked at the man.

"Miss Song, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Yue Feizi."

He held a moon-white jade bone fan in his hand and shook it gently, with a warm smile hanging on the corner of his lips.

This must be the unique magic weapon that Zi Yusheng mentioned.

"Master Yue, how do you know my surname is Song?"

Song Qinghe was outspoken and said what he wanted to say, and what he hated most was such a convoluted smiling tiger.

She never told the shopkeeper that her surname was Song!

Could it be that there really is some story that I don’t know?
Thinking of this, Song Qinghe's eyes were filled with an imperceptible coldness. He squinted his eyes slightly and pursed his lips to look at the man.

"Isn't Miss Song famous in the world of immortality? When I was picking up things from Guiyun Sect, I happened to encounter the scene where Miss Song was being escorted. You don't need me to come with you."

After saying this, the smile on the man's face became even brighter.

Zi Yusheng listened in confusion and stood beside the woman, guarding her silently.

Song Qinghe's face clearly showed disbelief, but he still stood up very cooperatively.

"Master Yue is really a smooth and smooth man. I hope that the death of the shopkeeper Liu Haizhu can be dealt with impartially and that no personal goods are involved."

She no longer expected to get any useful information out of the man's mouth, and walked past the man to the well.

The shopkeeper Liu Haizhu was covered with a white cloth and placed on the ground.

At this time, a woman in white brought Lady Shu from the front hall to the backyard and stood back beside Yue Feizi.

"Master, someone brought it here."

Madam Shu and the waiters in the inn all stood in a row, no one dared to make a loud noise or whisper.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly untraditional and upright man was so supported by the townspeople.

The woman next to Yue Feizi pulled away the white cloth and carefully observed the scars on her chest.

After being left there for a long time, the corpse had turned slightly white, and the blood had coagulated and the body was cold.

As soon as she was exposed to the sun, she saw that Madam Shu was swaying slightly, and her face once again had a look of sadness.

"Master Yue Sect, you must tell me how my husband died."

Yue Feizi pursed her lips and shook her head, glanced at Lady Shu and sighed with pretense of regret.

"It's a pity that I still can't figure out what caused this fatal injury. However, there is another way. Feed him Qinglu and wait for five hours to absorb the essence of the moon. He will naturally tell everyone tomorrow morning. Who killed him."

This all involves things like monsters and monsters. A group of people nodded mindlessly, "It all depends on the master's arrangement." Song Qinghe's mouth twitched.

People are more mad than people.

Now that she is a commoner, how can she fight against this national idol?

"Yun Huai, Hui Qinglu Yun Gong will force him in for him."

The woman next to Yue Feizi nodded obediently.

Then he took out a small green jade bottle, opened the lid, and gathered pink spiritual power on his fingertips to control the medicinal dew in the bottle and poured it straight into Liu Haizhu's mouth.

The people standing behind him were all amazed, looking at the man among them with even more admiration.

"Master Yue Sect is simply a god descending to earth and capable of doing anything!"

"It seems that the Master of the Moon Sect has taken action. It will be more difficult for the murderer behind this to escape. You can have a good sleep tonight!"

Seeing that the arrangements were in place, the guys started whispering mode.

While praising Yue Feizi, he looked at Song Qinghe and the others with suspicion.

Not to mention, there is always a sense of being useless as a stepping stone for them to compare themselves to their idols.

Song Qinghe pursed his lips without smiling, glanced at everyone indifferently, and then his eyes stopped on Yue Feizi.

"Master Yue Sect has a good approach, I hope you won't make any mistakes."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the dilapidated adobe house.

As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the smiling tiger.

"Wait a minute, madam shopkeeper. In my opinion, the conclusion of this matter has not yet been decided. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to neglect these two."

How could Madam Shu, who had been doing business with him for many years, not understand what the man meant? She hurriedly patted her forehead and suddenly understood.

"Look at me, I was really negligent. Come with me, you two."

"Then thank you very much, Master Yue Sect, for interceding for us."

"No, that's what it should be. However, madam shopkeeper, it's best to arrange the rooms for the two of you to be further apart. You should keep a safe distance until the matter comes to light."

Song Qinghe raised the corners of his lips with a smile that did not reach his eyes, glanced at Yue Feizi who was still smiling, and followed Madam Shu to the upper room that was originally arranged without looking back.

Zi Yusheng lived in the upper room farthest from her room.

The gap is the entire length of the hall.

You know this fake smiling tiger has no good intentions!

As night falls, there is a locust tree outside the window, and the fragrance of the evening breeze adds a touch of comfort.

Song Qinghe was lying on the couch, feeling the slight sound of clothing rubbing in the room, and quickly closed his eyes.

Under the thin quilt, Rou Yi was holding the soul-killing blade that she took out from the space. This was the basic magic weapon she used to practice martial arts when she was a child in the heaven, but it was also enough to hurt people's souls.

If it weren't for her lack of spiritual power and weak soul power, she would have taken out her natal magic weapon long ago.

The man's voice in the darkness got closer and closer, and finally stopped beside her bed. Feeling the black shadow pressing down, Song Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to attack him with a blade.

Every move is ruthless and ruthless, attacking the attacker's weak spot without mercy.

The man dodged, only defending but not attacking, as if he was teasing her. The crystal clear jade pendant around his waist shone dimly in the moonlight.

"Yue Feizi, you are so boring."

Song Qinghe retracted the blade, frowned slightly and stopped attacking, but when he turned around, the man held his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

"Then what do you think would be interesting?"

A man's deep and quiet voice came to his ears, and the hot breath hit his earlobes, causing a slight itch.

"Master Yue Sect is well-dressed during the day, but he didn't expect to come to the suspect's house in the middle of the night to play rogue?"

(End of this chapter)