The green-robed swordsman put away his smile.

It was at this time that a figure floated outside the window.

The green-robed swordsman didn't look in the direction of the window and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

"The leader asked me to inform my seniors that the swordsman Chen Wenjie arrived in Runan two days ago. Please pay attention to the masters of Jingming Dao and Zhengyi Dao."

The green-robed swordsman glanced at the black figure and said politely: "Thank you."

"One more thing. Senior Motian Pavilion Ji has most likely arrived in Runan... The leader wants to know what senior's plan is?" The black figure's voice was hesitant, and he seemed to lack confidence.

"This matter has nothing to do with him." The green-robed swordsman's voice gradually lowered.

The black shadow instinctively took a step back.

The smile on the green-robed swordsman's face appeared again. He picked up the kettle on the table, poured a glass of water, and said slowly: "My friend, there is no need to be afraid. It is windy outside. If there is nothing else, why don't you come in and drink a glass of water?"

"This... junior has to come back to life! Farewell"

The black shadow flashed and disappeared into the night.

The green-robed swordsman shook his head helplessly.

He didn't stay too long, he just rested in the room for a while, then turned around and jumped into the darkness and disappeared...

Early the next morning.

As soon as Lu Zhou opened his eyes, he heard noisy sounds coming from outside.

Dong Dong.

Someone knocked on the door.

Lu Zhou sat up and stood up.

"Old, old sir..."

It was the voice of the shopkeeper.

Lu Zhou got out of bed and opened the door suspiciously.

The target was the shopkeeper and several officers and soldiers.

The shopkeeper's face was covered in sweat, and he didn't wait for the manager to speak.

The leading official clasped his fists and said, "Excuse me, old gentleman, have you seen the murderer who killed Zhuo Ping?"

Lu Zhou looked puzzled.

Zhuoping is dead?

He turned his head and looked in the direction where Zhuoping lived. At the door, two soldiers were dealing with the blood stains on the ground.

Next to it are scattered broken swords.

There were two officers and soldiers searching the room, but unfortunately they found nothing.

After all, Zhuoping was also a master of spiritual practice in the Divine Court Realm. If he could die so quietly and without any resistance, his opponent would most likely be a master of the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm.

Lu Zhou shook his head and said he didn't see it.

The official sighed and said: "Zhuoping is a master of swordsmanship. Anyone who can kill him must also be a master. It's normal that you can't see it."

Lu Zhou asked: "Zhuoping has a grudge against someone?"

The official frowned.

He looked at Lu Zhou again, from top to bottom, and said somewhat unfriendlyly: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Although Zhuoping's death had nothing to do with Lu Zhou.

But the murderer is a master.

If Runan is a huge trap... then it will be difficult to escape unscathed.

"I'm asking you, all you have to do is answer." Lu Zhou took out the royal token.

The leading official opened his eyes, and was about to get angry, but when he saw the token, he immediately shrank.

Exclusive dragon pattern?

Royal person?

Trembling all over, he knelt down and said incoherently: "Sir, sir."

The shopkeeper was also confused.

The other soldiers all knelt down without saying a word.

When he saw the token, his face froze, as if he had eaten a pound of flies.

He followed the official and knelt down obediently.

It was at this time that Little Yuan'er yawned, rubbed her eyes with her fists, and walked out.

Seeing the people kneeling in front of Lu Zhou's door, he said, "Grandpa, do you want to beat them?"

"..." The shopkeeper simply sat down.

Lu Zhou waved his hand to signal her not to interrupt, and asked, "What is Zhuoping's identity?"

"This man is a master of swordsmanship. He killed his own brother to obtain the male and female swords. He has advanced skills and it is difficult for the government to do anything to him."

"Then why is he in Runan?"

"This... my subordinates don't know either."

The officers and soldiers in front of me are just small people.

There are very few cases of practitioners who can come into contact with the divine court realm.

It's normal to not know this.

Little Yuan'er didn't know when she ran over and took a look, then ran back, as if she had made a big discovery, and said: "Beheaded by someone with a sword, from here... to here... well, I still wield it openly and honestly in front of my face.

Sword." Xiao Yuan'er made several gestures with her body.

Lu Zhou nodded, he should be a master of swordsmanship with heaven-level weapons.

In his memory, there are many people who meet these conditions.

Swordsman Chen Wenjie.

Jiang Aijian is a genius with swords.

Luo Zong, Luo Changqing...

Or is it that evil disciple Yu Shangrong?

While Lu Zhou was thinking.

There was a noise outside.

Lu Zhou and the kneeling officers and soldiers looked puzzled.

They all looked outside the store.

"Yuan'er, go and have a look."

"Um."

Little Yuan'er jumped down from the building and ducked out.

Return soon.

"The flying chariot... is the flying chariot of Dakong Temple." Xiao Yuan'er pointed outside and said.

"Dakong Temple?"

Lu Zhou was a little confused and turned around and headed downstairs.

Little Yuan'er followed closely behind.

The remaining group of people were kneeling and looking at each other, not knowing whether they should get up...

Come outside.

Lu Zhou looked up.

The huge flying chariot has already flown to the edge of Runan City, but the bald monks flying in the air around it can be vaguely seen.

Judging from the symbols on the flying chariot, this is indeed the flying chariot of Dakong Temple.

"Let's go." Lu Zhou calmed his gaze.

"oh."

The two of them walked towards the north of Runan.

Just left Runan City.

Little Yuan'er whispered: "Master, someone is following you."

Lu Zhou remained calm and just nodded.
To be continued...