Chapter 668: What are you doing? Hasn’t all my performance been in vain?
"Daoist name: Deadwood!"

As soon as Taoist Xuanqing finished speaking, Feng Yanrong looked at him strangely. It was obvious that she had seen the name of this Taoist temple and heard his Taoist name. She could probably guess something and said directly without hiding anything:

"As for which immortal mountain I practice in, I can only say that Brother Feng thinks too highly of me. I am just an ordinary Taoist priest. I don't have any talent in the path of practice. I practice in this Dead Tree Temple!"

"It turns out that it was Taoist Master Ku Mu in person!"

Feng Yanrong really wanted to say some flattering and comforting words, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them. It wasn't because of her arrogance that didn't allow her to say these words in front of Taoist Master Xuanqing.

But considering Taoist Xuanqing's age, he has probably seen a lot of storms. If she says some flattering and comforting words in front of Taoist Xuanqing, it will not only be of no benefit to Taoist Xuanqing, but will make Taoist Xuanqing feel disgusted.

What she is doing now requires her to gain the favor of Taoist Priest Xuanqing!

Taoist Xuanqing asked, "Fellow Daoist Feng, this is probably the first time we meet. I wonder what brings you here?"

"Since you asked, Taoist Ku Mu, I won't hide it from you. I came here this time when I was passing by Liangshui Town. I encountered a vendetta in the wilderness!"

At this point, Feng Yanrong paused and looked deeply at Taoist Xuanqing, her face full of complicated emotions. She said seriously, "I wonder if Taoist Kumu knows who was the person who was ambushed?"

With her keen eyesight, she noticed Taoist Xuanqing the moment he opened the gate of the Kurumu Temple. Due to some special reasons, it was not convenient for her to use her Dharma Eyes to directly observe Taoist Xuanqing, but she could still vaguely see some problems. She did not know the specific level of Taoist Xuanqing's cultivation, but she could still tell that Taoist Xuanqing had some abilities.

This was not something she could tell simply by her eyesight. Before rushing to the Kurumu Temple, she had already inquired about the specific situation and knew what had happened in Liangshui Town not long ago. She also saw one tragically dead body after another, which was why she set her sights on Taoist Master Kurumu.

She knew that Taoist Xuanqing was powerful because she knew that Taoist Xuanqing had fought on equal terms with Zhu family's priest Kong Yuansi not long ago. It was said that the other party was Zhu family's priest in the Jindan stage and was very famous throughout Xiang County.

Faintly.

She could vaguely sense some fluctuations of magical power from Taoist Xuanqing. His aura was not like that of a serious practitioner. He was on the path of serious practice, not taking unorthodox methods. He did not seem to be able to control paper figures, but there was an old saying that was very good:

Know people, know faces, but don’t know hearts!
Not to mention.

The paper man she encountered outside Liangshui Town not long ago did not look like an ordinary paper man. Judging from the moves he performed, it was obvious that the murderer behind the scenes was most likely a sword cultivator.

just.

For some reason, she actually learned how to control paper people, and from the experience she gained from fighting with the paper people just now, she knew clearly how powerful paper people were.

Either the other party has cultivated the method of controlling paper people to an unfathomable level, or the other party has cultivated an extraordinary method of controlling paper people, so he can display exceptionally outrageous skills.

Judging from various signs, the murderer behind the scenes who controls the paper man does not seem to be an ordinary evil cultivator.

It is not unreasonable to say that Taoist Xuanqing was the mastermind behind the murder of Zhu Xing and his group not long ago.

"It's not you, woman. I'm like this now, I didn't hide anything in front of you, and you actually talked to my master about what happened outside Liangshui Town not long ago?"

Wang Pingan listened to Feng Yanrong's words, and a flash of dissatisfaction flashed in the depths of his eyes. He complained: "What you need to do now is to compete with my master and accept me as his apprentice, right? You said those nonsense, is it because you have no vision, or my performance is not enough to make you excited? "He ran out of the Taoist temple just now and snatched the jade flute on Feng Yanrong's waist. It was not only because he was tempted by money, but also because he got a brand new job: musician, and also got a brand new music: mourning music. He used a treasure to perform the music: mourning music to see if this music was powerful, and during this period he also wanted to perform well in front of Feng Yanrong.

The brilliant performance made her excited and she had no intention of caring about it any further. The purpose of her coming here was to track down the murderer who killed Zhu Xing and his group.

otherwise.

With his talent, let alone this jade flute, although he has not yet truly brought out the full potential of the music: Funeral Music, nor has he brought out the power of this jade flute, but from the moment this jade flute came into his hands, and from the moment he played the music: Funeral Music with the help of this jade flute, he could probably feel the extraordinary nature of this jade flute.

Even if it is not a powerful magic weapon, it is at least a powerful magic tool.

A magical instrument, the jade flute, can exert unimaginable power just by blowing it casually.

but.

With his current ability, he has the confidence to play music even with a leaf: funeral music, to produce a tear-jerking effect.

How to know.

Feng Yanrong actually ignored his expression and continued to talk about what happened outside Liangshui Town not long ago, when he intercepted and killed Zhu Xing.

"Damn it, what does that bastard Zhu Xing have to do with you? You care so much about his life or death, but why don't you care about my talent at all? Even if you don't want to accept a disciple, doesn't your sect want a talented child?"

Wang Ping'an couldn't help but curse inwardly, wondering if he would be making things worse. He glanced at Taoist Xuanqing worriedly, and only felt slightly relieved when he saw his master's nonchalant look.

Obviously.

His master should have been accustomed to his unusualness. This time, he snatched Feng Yanrong's jade flute in front of his master and played funeral music. It was not a surprising thing for his master.

but.

He was very worried that if Feng Yanrong continued to talk about what happened outside Liangshui Town not long ago, it would make his master think of something "bad".

Wang Ping'an gritted his teeth and decided to give it one more try. After all, his master didn't care much about his supernatural powers. Even if his supernatural powers were a little outrageous, he thought his master would understand.

"Feng Daoist, you should be talking about what happened just now, right? But I haven't left Liangshui Town today, how can I know what happened outside Liangshui Town?"

Taoist Xuanqing glanced at Feng Yanrong calmly, but he was still guessing in his heart what Feng Yanrong was talking about. A name came to his mind, but before getting a personal answer from Feng Yanrong, he still didn't dare to jump to conclusions, and said expressionlessly:

"Or, Fellow Daoist Feng, do you suspect that the ambush outside Liangshui Town was done by me?"

(End of this chapter)