Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The elder who rushed to the scene and was responsible for collecting Li Zhi's soul was standing by the screen with his hands hanging down.

Her black hair that reaches the floor is gathered behind her back and tied with red thread. She is wearing a moon-blue dress without any lines. The only highlight is a dark blue belt embroidered with lotus leaves that is loosely tied around her waist.

There was only a knot tied around the waist, and the rest hung down, drawing the eyes involuntarily to a thin white leg.

At this time, he was staring at the ground with his head down.

Suddenly she raised her head slightly and looked at Yun Ci who was observing Li Zhi in the palace.

Dressed in red, with a high ponytail and a white sword hanging on his waist, this is the most common attire for a monk.

She looked straight at Yun Ci, and suddenly tilted her head with a hint of doubt on her face.

I don't understand why a Hehuan Sect leader would condescend to tell so many things about his sect to a junior disciple.

How did this female cultivator get the attention of the sect master and make him think that she could solve this matter?

Just then Qin Shuangying turned around and looked over, meeting the elder's eyes.

Qin Shuangying was saying that an elder had arrived to collect the souls. Seeing this, he raised his finger and pointed at her: "This is the elder I just mentioned, Hua Ao."

The eyes of several people in the hall also turned to follow the words. Hua Ao had already put away the doubts on his face, and only nodded to several people with a smile on his face.

Hua Ao repeated what he had said to Qin Shuangying before: "That day, after I heard the scream coming from the disciple's residence, I hurried over and saw that the painter in the room had fainted and fell to the ground."

Yun Ci asked again about Li Zhi's behavior and abnormalities during his lifetime.

This time it was the disciple who moved Li Zhi who answered the call: "Junior sister Li Zhi usually goes to and from school with us, and she eats the same food."

Except for joining the world to exercise or doing tasks after building the foundation, the daily routine of the disciples in the sect is basically the same.

So Li Zhi went to and from school with them on weekdays, except when sleeping, she was alone.

Yun Ci held his chin slightly and lowered his eyes, thinking.

Qin Shuangying was also looking at her.

The reason why Qin Shuangying told Yun Ci and others everything was because he had his own selfish motives.

She remembered Yun Ci. During the sect competition, she also saw Yun Ci fighting with a pair of monsters as soon as he entered. She also saw the battle between Yun Ci and Xu Tong.

Although he is only Xu Tong in the realm of transformation.

There is also the matter of Xunlong City that Zhi Qiuyue reported back.

The ability and calmness that Yun Ci showed in it made Qin Shuangying couldn't help but think that maybe Yun Ci could think about it from another angle and find something strange.

Most of the sect leaders of their generation have lived for a thousand years and have long forgotten many of their original intentions. Maybe their fresh and unused brains can really think of solutions.

Maybe it would be easier to use a fresh brain. Yan Qu's brain has not been used much. Hearing this, he wondered: "Did Li Zhi sleep alone? If there is no one in the same room, won't there be anything unusual at night?"

In the dead of night, it's a good time to kill people and set fires.

So with Qin Shuangying's consent, Zhi Qiuyue took a few people to Li Zhi's residence.

Because there are rivers all around, most disciples like to make a circle around the house, spread some pebbles and other small stones on it, and put an incense burner in the middle.

But Li Zhi didn't arrange it like this.

The house is clean, the bricks and tiles are flat, and there are many tulles with poems written on them hanging on the beams. The wind blows through the gauze, and poetry is floating in the house as if out of thin air.

On the Yiju pen, there were vigorous but elegant cursive script written on the water-red gauze. I don’t know which school it belongs to, but Yun Ci could only recognize a few of the words clearly.

Yun Ci sighed: "Your junior sister really loves poetry, huh?"

Xi Xingyuan also raised his head and took out a fan from his hand. Without the sect leader present, he relaxed a lot.

When Zhi Qiuyue was explaining that Li Zhi was indeed obsessed with poetry for a period of time during her lifetime, the fan waving on Xi Xingyuan's chest stopped.

"wrong."

Everyone stopped and turned to look at him.

Xi Xingyuan stared at the gauze hanging in the room. He didn't share any of his eyes with everyone, and just said word by word: "This poem is wrong."

Yan Qu followed his gaze and looked at the poems, but he could only read the sect rules and sword tactics, and had no talent at all in cursive script.

I just feel like it’s so convoluted that I can’t understand it.

Yun Ci also curiously looked up at the poems again. She could only vaguely guess through some familiar glyphs.

Xi Xingyuan frowned and explained: "These poems are all love poems."

He then read them out one by one in order, and each yarn contained a poem.

The general meaning is from the initial heartbeat, the sadness of not being able to see the sweetheart, to the sadness of not being able to be together forever.

Yun Ci counted fifteen items in total.

Zhi Qiuyue also suddenly remembered: "Speaking of which, Li Zhi started to like poetry half a month ago."

While Xi Xingyuan was reading, he tapped his palm with a fan. He looked at Zhi Qiuyue with a faint look in his eyes: "Your little junior sister, maybe she met her sweetheart in a dream."

He raised his fan and pointed at two of them: "The first one is about meeting you in a dream, and here is about having no dreams. After that, although there is no mention of dreams, the poems start to complain that I have been suffering from insomnia."

Yan Qu was stunned when he heard the words. Ming Xi heard this and asked, "How can I be sure it was written by Li Zhi? Maybe..." It was given by someone else.

But Mingxi gradually came to his senses under Xi Xingyuan's deep gaze.

The poem may indeed have been written by someone else and then Lizhi asked someone to buy it back.

But the fifteen poems are all love poems, and they can be connected into a whole story about the two people meeting and being unable to be together.

This is too abnormal.

How does a disciple who has not joined the world meet his sweetheart, and why can't they see each other for a long time?

The Hehuan Sect has to build its foundation to enter the world. The only way to get close to Li Zhi is from the same sect or... entering a dream.

These verses were placed in the wrong order and were written in cursive script. If Xi Xingyuan hadn't been involved in calligraphy, he wouldn't have been able to tell what was wrong.

But... Yun Ci turned around and asked, "If this is true, why can't Master Qin see it?"

There is no reason why a sect leader should not know poetry.

The Hehuan Sect has followed this path, so it is impossible that they don't even know love poems, and they have to wait until Yun Ci and a few newbies come to read them.

Xi Xingyuan also shook his head.

The wind blew through the unclosed windows, blowing the wooden windows and banging on the window rails, attracting the attention of several people.

There happened to be the corner where Li Zhi sat before her death.

Yun Ci suddenly remembered something in his mind.

He stared at the window railing and took a few steps, then stopped at one place.

Wearing red clothes and a crimson gauze hanging around her, her whole face was filled with joy.

She stared at the gauze in front of her and frowned fiercely: "No, this house has been disturbed. It is impossible not to see the poem in this position, but we didn't see it in the painter's memory at all!"