A figure suddenly entered the courtyard where Zhimo lived.
At this time, Zhimo was washing clothes. When he saw this figure, he was startled on the spot: "Who are you?"
"Sorry, I was asked to do so."
The figure was a man in black clothes, wearing a black face scarf, with a deep voice, and without any nonsense, he stabbed Zhimo directly with his sword.
Just when he was about to kill Zhimo, a figure appeared from the side and took his sword in his hand.
"Senior Brother Wang?"
Seeing this person, the man in black was shocked.
Wang Zhao, the second disciple of the Painting Holy Throne, a master of the sub-sage, the man in black never expected that Wang Zhao would appear here.
"Oh? You still know me?"
Wang Zhao smiled coldly and pulled off the man in black's face scarf.
"Senior Brother Chen?"
Zhimo said in surprise.
"Miss, do you know him?"
Wang Zhaodao.
He really didn't know many of the disciples from the outer sect.
"He is one of the strongest disciples in the outer sect, Chen Beirong."
Zhimo knows the truth.
"Very good, huh?"
Wang Zhao suddenly flashed a cold light, pinched Chen Beirong's chin with his palm, dislocated Chen Beirong's chin with a twist, and then forced the poison out of Chen Beirong's mouth.
"Still a dead soldier? But if you want to commit suicide in front of me, you are thinking too much."
Wang Zhao sneered.
"Wang Zhao, find out the mastermind behind this as soon as possible."
At this time, another figure appeared.
Seeing this figure, Chen Beirong's heart sank even more, and his face turned pale: "Master Painting Saint"
He had realized that Bai Yunxia might have been plotted by others, but it was too late to notify Bai Yunxia.
The next moment, Wang Zhao directly used the soul-searching technique to forcibly search Chen Beirong's soul.
A few minutes later, Chen Beirong's soul was shattered and he bled to death.
Wang Zhao threw his body aside and said to the painter: "Master, this Chen Beirong is a dead soldier trained by Bai Yunxia. Bai Yunxia met Yue Qiang this morning."
Wang Zhao did not hide anything and told the painting sage everything in Chen Beirong's memory.
"Bai Yunxia?"
The painting saint was furious, "Sending someone to kill my daughter? What is he going to do? You bastard!"
But the Great Sage is worthy of being a Great Sage. He quickly condensed his eyes and said: "No, this is a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Go and check if anything happened in Huanying Mountain. No, I will go there myself."
He is responsible for the guardianship of Huanying Mountain.
Normally, he would use his spiritual thoughts to monitor Huanying Mountain, but today, because he was concerned about his daughter's safety, he ignored Huanying Mountain.
Huanying Mountain.
"Lord Yuan Sheng."
A guardian left and returned, bowing respectfully to Yuan Sheng.
"What did you find out?"
Yuan Sheng said in a deep voice.
"Back to Yuan Sheng, Yue Qiang went out this morning. He first went to Bai Mansion to meet Bai Yunxia, and then returned to his own courtyard. After staying for half an hour, he went to the academy again, met with Shu Sheng, and then came
Huanying Mountain."
The guardian told the truth.
"Bai Yunxia? Book Sage?"
Yuan Sheng's eyes sharpened, and then he thought of something and said, "Where is the Painting Saint? Isn't he responsible for Huanying Mountain? Where are the others?"
"Paint Him"
The guardian didn't know how to answer.
"Brother Yuan, cough, I was derelict in my duty today."
At this moment, the Painting Saint flew over.
"snort."
Yuan Sheng snorted coldly, "Painting Saint, destroying the God's Envoy plan, that's what the Tao Master has warned many times. If you don't give me an explanation, I might think it's your intention."
"Brother Yuan, don't be angry."
The painting saint smiled bitterly and quickly explained what happened before.
"Bai Yunxia sent people to kill your daughter? Did anyone inform you beforehand?"
Hearing this, Yuan Sheng's eyes changed for a while, and then he sighed: "Painting Saint, you have fallen into someone else's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
"It seems that you, Brother Yuan, have also figured it out."
Draw the holy way.
"Well, Yue Qiang, I thought I hid it very well, but actually if I think about it carefully, I realized that he stayed in the yard for half an hour, which was exactly when you got the news."
Yuan Sheng said slowly: "In my opinion, the person who told you the news is actually this Yue Qiang. They just wanted to let you know and transfer you away."
Little did he know that Lin Mu deliberately played such a trick just to make things appear more realistic.
"Brother Yuan, what happened to Huanying Mountain?"
The painting saint took a breath, he actually fell into someone else's plan.
"The God of Destruction was almost rescued just now. Fortunately, the other party underestimated the danger of the God of Destruction and was killed by the God of Destruction. Otherwise, it would have been a success."
Yuan Shengdao: "Before you came, the consciousness of the God of Destruction had regained some clarity."
"this"
The Painting Saint was horrified. If the God of Destruction had been saved, he would have done a great sin.
But then he puzzled: "But, this is the Wuji Dao Court, and the other party just rescued the God of Destruction, how can he take it out?"
"Of course it can't be done if it's an outsider, but what if it's an inside person and is as powerful as you and me?"
Yuan Sheng said coldly.
The Painting Sage reacted quickly and suddenly came back to his senses: "Bai Yunxia, is this matter related to the Calligraphy Sage?"
"Look."
Yuan Sheng pointed at Yue Qiang's body.
"Who is this?"
The Painting Sage frowned. He really didn't know Yue Qiang. After all, there were many core disciples, so he couldn't possibly know them all.
"His name is Yue Qiang."
Yuan Sheng looked at the previous guardian and said, "Please tell the painting saint the matter."
"yes."
The guardian immediately told the painting saint what happened before.
After hearing this, the Painting Sage looked ugly and said, "Let's go see the Calligraphy Sage and see what he has to say."
"Walk."
Yuan Sheng did not hesitate, "There is no way we will join forces to suppress him today."
"With the strength of both of us, we may still have some trouble. Let's call the Wine Saint and the Medical Saint as well."
Draw the holy way.
Chuhe Mountain.
Qin Chuwei was talking to Lin Mu and Zixiu.
"Girl, come with me for a visit."
Suddenly, a man with a wine bottle hanging on his waist, a big belly exposed, and big ears appeared.
"Master."
Qin Chuwei's eyes showed strange color.
This man is undoubtedly the Wine Saint.
"Something big has happened to our sect. I don't trust you to stay here. Please stay with me."
As the Wine Saint spoke, he turned to look at Lin Mu and Zi Xiu: "Is this your friend?"
"yes."
Qin Chuwei nodded.
"Then let's follow along."
The holy way of wine.
Lin Mu's eyes flashed.
Even if the Wine Saint doesn't take him with him, he will find a way to follow him. After all, how can he miss such a good show.
However, since the Wine Master took the initiative to speak, it saved him the trouble.
Academy.
Zhang Xu naturally sensed the changes in Huanying Mountain.
"Zhong Xiang, can't you help but take action?"
A smile appeared on his face.
He was not in a hurry to go to Huanying Mountain. It would be better to wait until the leader of Xuandu was rescued, which would help him to be convicted of painting the saint.
As long as the correspondence between Lin Mu and the Painting Sage is in his hands, he is not afraid of the Painting Sage's sophistry.