[Master] Why is a hometown

The tragedy in the Feng Mansion came too suddenly, after the funeral of the deceased, the pursuit of the murderer became the top priority.

The master has been missing for many years, and Mu Shaoai's whereabouts are a mystery. The only person who can help right now is Mu Xinyuan.

But the old housekeeper was really worried about Mu Xinyuan's physical condition, and the tragedy was caused by his unworthy son who led the wolf into the house. He was always in pain and entanglement in the matter of arresting the murderer.

"Ah..." The spirit flags were flying, and in the plain white mourning hall, the old butler knelt beside the veil, crying: "Master, madam... I am ashamed of Fengfu..."

Mu Xinyuan put his hands together and recited "Ksitigarbha" silently. The turbulent emotions gradually calmed down when he first heard the tragic news. He knelt in front of the coffin with a calm expression. Seeing this, he persuaded: "Old Mo, the Fengfu family still needs your attention. Stay safe, take care of your body, and wait for Master to return."

"...Yes." The old butler sniffed, suppressing his grief, and turned to persuade: "Miss Mu, for the arrest of the murderer, do you try to contact Mu Shaoai or Shulou Longsu? You alone, what do you want me to do?" rest assured?"

"I have a measure."

Mu Xinyuan got up and bowed again, and started to leave, but suddenly looked back, the spirit tablet on the case finally showed a touch of sadness in her heart.

"Miss Mu..."

The old housekeeper was trying to persuade him, but Yuan Wuxiang gave him a comforting look: "Don't worry about housekeeper Mo, I will accompany A Yuan to investigate."

"That's... that's okay, there's Daoist Lao."

"Please."

Saying goodbye to the old housekeeper, Yuan Wuxiang followed Mu Xinyuan, and walked out of Feng's Garden with her silently.

After walking for a long time, when the eaves of the other garden could no longer be seen, Mu Xinyuan suddenly said: "Uncle Feng is kind and generous, and makes good friends, but Feng's mansion ended up like this. The world is sometimes so cruel."

"A Yuan..." Yuan Wuxiang could feel the sadness hidden under her calm appearance, and wanted to speak out, but changed the subject: "Do you have any doubts?"

"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying jade. The wealth and wealth of the Feng Mansion will eventually attract people's envy." Mu Xinyuan's expression was light, but her right hand clenched a delicate jade pendant around her waist: "This is what the uncle gave me. A coming-of-age ceremony. With this piece of jade alone, hundreds of thousands of silver taels can be used in the Feng Mansion. According to the uncle, I always need pocket money when I travel to and from the rivers and lakes."

Yuan Wuxiang couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard the words: "Feng Mansion is indeed the richest in the world. Such a family property, if it is acquired by anyone, it is an inestimable and strong financial resources."

"Yes." Mu Xinyuan looked forward flatly, recalling Uncle Feng's voice and smile in the past, his eyes gradually became a little hollow: "But compared to the lives of the whole family, what is this family?"

"A Yuan... the deceased is gone, don't be too sad."

Yuan Wuxiang finally couldn't help but speak words of comfort.

He doesn't have much contact with women, and his only junior sister, Lingxi Zhixia, always laughs when he wants to, makes trouble when he wants to, is pretty and cheerful, seeing Mu Xinyuan's pain as calm as still water at this moment, he really can't bear it.

"I will adjust." Mu Xinyuan calmed down slightly, and took a long breath: "Let's get back to the topic. I want to investigate clues, are you sure you want to act with me?"

"Of course. At this moment, helping each other is the meaning of a friend."

"Ha. Forget it, anyway, I have troubled you enough times, this time is not bad."

"If you define yourself as troublesome, Yuan Wuxiang will really be ashamed. To borrow your old saying, save the extra politeness. Where do you plan to start, start now."

Yuan Wuxiang accompanied Mu Xinyuan to explore the ruins of Fengfu for more than three days.

Before holding the funeral, Mu Xinyuan had already done a detailed autopsy, and knew the weapons used by the murderer; but after all, the Feng Mansion had little involvement with Jianghu, so it was difficult to determine the identity of the murderer.

In the process of exploring the scene, Yuan Wuxiang did not let go of any clues. Relying on his amazing insight and imagination, he basically restored the murder process that day.

"The murderer didn't alert the guards when he entered the mansion. In addition to connecting with the ghosts, he may have used other means, such as..."

Mu Xinyuan understood immediately: "Use poison."

"En." Yuan Wuxiang nodded: "But judging from the remnants of the scene, I speculate that the martial art used by the murderer is not the martial art of hardship."

"Outsiders? Hmm..."

"This is a possibility. If the purpose of bloodbathing the Phoenix Mansion is for outsiders with strong martial arts skills, as you said before, to covet the wealth of the Feng Mansion, then what is the use of such a large amount of money?"

Mu Xinyuan thought for a moment, then blurted out: "Build up power quickly."

"Exactly." Yuan Wuxiang paused, and added: "And it was established secretly."

"Despite such reasoning, the scope is still vague."

"The Dao Realm has already collapsed. At least we can guess that the murderer came from the Gathering Realm or the Extinct Realm. Moreover, he cultivated forces in secret for ulterior motives. Let's assume that with his original identity, it is inconvenient to make a big splash."

"I really don't know the current situation of Jijing and Destroyer. Do you know anything about it?"

"It is said that Jijing was unified by the Emperor Wu, while Miejing is still in troubled times."

The two pondered each other, and after a while, they looked at each other and said in unison: "Jijing!"

However, guessing the possible source of the murderer made them fall into silence again.

With the size of the four realms and the prosperity of martial arts, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no people who practice martial arts across the border; if the murderer is actually a person in a difficult situation and uses the martial arts of the collective realm, the difficulty of tracking down can be imagined.

The existing clues could no longer be reasoned, Mu Xinyuan subconsciously raised her hand and rubbed her temples.

"It seems that we need more clues. You are also tired, why not take a break."

"Ah."

Yuan Wuxiang tried hard to find a topic to try to make Mu Xinyuan relax, and said with a smile: "I'm not familiar with Jiangnan, so I ask you, the host, to lead the way."

"I haven't lived in Jiangnan for a long time." Mu Xinyuan thought for a while: "But I know a good place... Let's go, I will be the host."

Mu Xinyuan and Yuan Wuxiang followed the tiny clues all the way, and gradually went south to the land of hundreds of barbarians in the southeast; the old housekeeper suddenly sent a letter saying that the ghost in Feng's mansion had been captured, and asked them to hurry back to Jiangnan.

Both of them realized that maybe this was the only breakthrough, and they set off immediately without any delay.

"A Yuan, I heard that the ghost is the son of Butler Mo, how much do you know about him?"

Mu Xinyuan recalled for a moment, and replied with some inexplicable doubts: "He yearned for Confucianism, and studied abroad for a long time. I didn't get along with him very much. I only remember that he has a very good personality, and he can even be said to be... A little pedantic. I still don't understand his collusion with people from the Jianghu."

Yuan Wuxiang murmured: "Well, you said that he has been away for a long time. It seems that during his study abroad, he had a special encounter that changed his mind."

"If you want to explore the reason, you can only see the clues when you meet him face to face."

Yuan Wuxiang was about to speak, but suddenly his expression became concentrated, and he stepped towards Mu Xinyuan's side to seal the empty door behind her, showing a faint sense of vigilance.

"Huh?" Mu Xinyuan raised her eyebrows in surprise, seeing that although he was calm but vigilant, she also paid attention.

"Friends from behind, since you're here, why don't you show up and face each other honestly?"

"Heh...hehehe..."

He was answered by a hoarse low laugh.

Mu Xinyuan suddenly tensed up.

Although she is superb at poisoning, her foundation in martial arts is not as good as Yuan Wuxiang.It must be impressive to make Yuan Wuxiang so vigilant.

"Hee hee..." There was also laughter from another direction, but this time the laughter was sharp and sinister.

Yuan Wuxiang was even more vigilant, he still spoke out and said: "Friend, if there is no enmity, why don't you show up and have a sincere talk?"

"Hey hey hey..."

"what……"

One after another laughter resounded in all directions, Yuan Wuxiang finally changed color, and moved around, protecting Mu Xinyuan behind him: "A Yuan, the visitor is not friendly, be careful."

Sudden siege, Mu Xinyuan was both shocked and suspicious, with a lot of emotions and couldn't understand the reason.

Suddenly, a poisonous wind blew up in the mountains and forests, and the whole world was dyed an ominous dark red.

Her complexion changed, she raised her sleeves to exercise her skills, and shouted: "There is no country in the past, keep the original and hold your breath!"

The green and black poisonous atmosphere broke through the dark red poisonous wind in one fell swoop, and the disappearing enemies were not frustrated and lost, but became more arrogant, and the whispers gradually became noisy——

"Wan Du Yuan... Found it... Wan Du Yuan... Hahahaha!"

"The legendary Ten Thousand Poison Yuan was finally found by us!"

Waking up with a start, Mu Xinyuan couldn't help showing a sneer: "So it's for me!"

The poisonous atmosphere has been broken, Yuan Wuxiang adjusts his breath slightly, and asks suspiciously: "Ah Yuan, what's going on?"

"Every man is pregnant with jade, and my poisonous element is coveted by them." Mu Xinyuan explained to him in a low voice, and then raised his voice to warn: "Which one of the Baiyi are you? This battle is to fight against the Central Plains poison Is the world an enemy?"

"Hehehe, ten thousand poison yuan is worth the risk. Let's do it—!"

With an order, the source of poison broke out again, and a group of barbarians with strange movements rushed out from the dense forest and rushed straight to Mu Xinyuan!

In the midst of the poisonous wind, Yuan Wuxiang rotated Dao Yuan to resist, while stepping on Tai Chi, holding Yin and Yang in his hands, and calmly blocked the enemy's unpredictable and dense rain attacks.

"She has help..."

"It's a master, it's tough."

The barbarians continued to attack, and because of the favorable location and physical skills, there was still room for conversation.

"It's in the way, get rid of it!"

Yuan Wuxiang and Mu Xinyuan are outnumbered, although they are not at a disadvantage for the time being, they both know that the other party is prepared and is bound to win. If they continue to fight, it will be difficult to last, and they must try to break through.

After several times of siege by the barbarians, they gradually discovered the loopholes.

One is profound in martial arts, the other is superb in poisoning, and at the same time, one is not good at poisoning, and the other is not good at fighting!

"Don't waste time, hurry up!"

Someone who never showed up gave instructions in the mountains.

Everyone was ordered to return to their respective positions, block the five elements, and each showed their magical powers. Different poison skills condensed and collided to form a terrifying alien poison formation. !

"Put the poison and hold that Taoist!"

Mu Xinyuan hadn't stood still yet, when she heard this, she was startled, she was caught off guard by a slap, and immediately spat out vermilion.

"Uh--!"

"A Yuan!" Yuan Wuxiang wanted to come to rescue him, but all the barbarians would not allow him to do so, and each of them tacitly used their poisonous skills to attack his weak point.

"Yin refining bone!"

"God is crushed!"

"Tianyuan Soul Refining!"

Different skills, the same viciousness.

"Unleash the world!" Yuan Wuxiang made a palm move, but he was not a member of the poison world. Although he resisted with Dao Yuan, he was no match for the strange poison.

Mu Xinyuan was besieged by another group of barbarians. The other party had their own methods of avoiding poison, and was also highly skilled in martial arts. Her attacks were ruthless, and her coordination was skillful. Her poison skills were difficult to perform. endlessly.

——It was she who dragged Yuan Wuxiang down.

But how can she drag Yuan Wuxiang?

Having made up her mind, she forced herself to take a move from the enemy, and then showed her poisonous kung fu to forcefully break through the poison formation. She rushed into another encirclement with all her strength, and pushed the Taoist in the silver shirt out of the encirclement with a single palm strike: "Okay! Wuxiang, you go!"

With him here, she dared not use poisonous kung fu to her heart's content, because she couldn't afford to gamble.

Both sides are masters in poisoning, and when their different poisoning skills are fully charged against each other, Yuan Wuxiang will definitely be unable to resist!

In an instant, the gap opened, and the poison formation immediately recovered, trapping Mu Xinyuan in it.

Mu Xin Yuan Yun's hand turned into Na, and the poisonous element exploded during the flip: "Ten thousand poisonous heavenly punishment!"

The strong poisonous atmosphere enveloped the surrounding area, and everyone's expression changed. When they tried their best to resist, there were still two people who forcibly used their kung fu and attacked Mu Xinyuan in one fell swoop!

One palm, one sword.

Mu Xinyuan was injured again, in exchange for everyone to breathe, the offensive came again.

"Ah!" Mu Xinyuan retreated steadily, his clothes were stained red with blood.

"Don't think about it!"

I don't know when, the silver-white Daoying has returned to the encirclement, and the face of the Taoist, who has always been calm and indifferent, finally showed anger. His fists and palms were transformed, and he had no reservations. During the rush, he struggled to hold Mu Xinyuan, and threw her behind him. back.

"Yuan Wuxiang, you..." Mu Xinyuan looked at Yuan Wuxiang's side face, and saw a ferocious mark on his handsome face, which was a sign of poison.

——He is at the center of the extremely poisonous atmosphere at the moment, is he really desperate?

Yuan Wuxiang seemed to be indifferent to his own situation, his eyes were fixed and his eyes were deep, his inner strength was fully raised, the brilliance in his hand flashed, and the sword was like rain!

"A Yuan, hurry up, I'm going to break through."