The indescribable Taoist Lord

Chang'an City, east of the city, He Mansion.

There were many flowers and plants in the side courtyard, and there were clearly jade tables and benches, but He Muyang just kept pacing in the courtyard.

He was not wearing a student's Tsing Yi, and it was obviously warm in mid-spring, but he was wearing an old coat. His face was pale, and his eyes were a little unfocused. If he wanted to think about something, he would have to gather his energy for a while.

This was the result of He Mansion losing a spiritual medicine to bring it back.

He needs to rest.

But unlike Zhang Qinghe, who had practiced the small method of cultivating the stars and cultivating the gods, his soul was damaged, and it would be difficult for him to return to his original cultivation level to break the method, and he could not make any progress.

Cold, so cold.

He Muyang shivered under the spring sun. This coldness did not come from the physical body, but from the soul.

He slowly recalled the stupid things he had done in the past few days...

Qingluo... is dead.

There was no pain on He Muyang's face, but he was still in a daze. It wasn't until recently that he realized what he was feeling, and the sadness was firmly suppressed in his eyes.

not only that……

He also pulled Xie Luming inexplicably and stood on the opposite side of Zhang Qinghe.

Let’s not talk about Zhang Qinghe’s role in this matter, but judging from the lack of response from the Demon Suppressing King, he can clear away the suspicion, not to mention that he dared to visit others openly.

It wouldn't be like this if he had a little bit of guilt.

Moreover, considering how highly Zhang Qinghe was respected, he was definitely not a master who lacked spiritual weapons, so why bother to take the big risk of being exposed to smelt the hosta?

The more He Muyang thought about it, the more headache he got. He couldn't figure out what he was thinking at that time. What happened to him that he handed Xie Luming the knife as an excuse to attack?

Dongzi... Dongzi is not right either. He is a bit more honest, but he can still see clearly what is right and wrong. Why didn't he hold me back?

"Young Master, the Xu Mansion has sent a message. Young Master Xu's funeral is about to be held."

Fragment-like pain flashed through He Muyang's mind, and he shook his head.

"Dongzi...he's dead?!"

His tone was surprised. He Muyang didn't know about this at all while he was recuperating.

He was a little dazed, remembering the pockmarked boy who was bullied by Li Qingluo many times but never complained.

Is Xu Dong really stupid? Of course not, but he had no opinion in front of He Muyang and Li Qingluo. This was a huge amount of trust.

"How did you die...how did you die? How did you die?"

"Reporting to the Young Master, the Xu family is keeping silent."

"It's good to keep silent. Qingluo passed away without any explanation, Dongzi passed away without explanation, and I, with my soul damaged, am like a useless person!"

Can anyone tell me why this is? What did I do wrong? ! "

He Muyang felt like a fierce beast was trapped in his heart, roaring silently, but because he couldn't find someone to vent to, he had no choice but to burst out and spread his hatred and anger, burning his heart to a pulp.

Called incompetent rage.

When he mentioned Li Qingluo, there was a deep sadness and...inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

He was used to hiding and had been hiding well for more than ten years. However, at this point, even He Muyang's delicate mind had to break down.

If a person wants to be infinitely tolerant of another person for more than ten years, it is too pale to say that it is just to cling to family background.

There are idiots in the world.

He Muyang is, and so is Xu Dong.

However, he gradually got used to the previous way of getting along, and he thought it would continue like that. However, that mountain broke this routine.

"Sir, there are distinguished guests visiting my house."

In the midst of doubts, another young man slowly walked forward with a hesitant tone.

The people in the He family are used to seeing high-ranking officials and their ability to observe people's emotions is first-class. This hesitation is obviously a sign of hesitation to report.

"Oh... who is your guest?"

He Muyang asked a little out of breath.

"They are your classmates, Zhang Qing and Zhang Shaolang from the inner courtyard of Chang'an School."

A flash of light flashed in He Muyang's dull and panic-stricken eyes, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Please!"

Zhang Qinghe stayed in the Chang'an school for several days, dealing with Wang Zhixin every day, and finally took the opportunity to escape him and enter Chang'an City.

He went straight to He Mansion.

He Muyang is the only person left who knows Li Qingluo best.

You know, even the Demon Suppressing King couldn't stay with her for more than ten years.

And if Zhang Qinghe's prediction is good, this person will be very useful.

However, Zhang Qinghe is different from someone else. If he wants to use someone, he must be more direct, walk up to that person openly and say, "I want to use you."

A person has his limits. It is time for him to change his mind and take the initiative.

As expected, after the announcement, the servants led Zhang Qinghe into the side courtyard not long after.

A pale face with bloodless eyes met another face that looked as white as a tuberculosis patient. The two looked at each other for a long time.

Zhang Qinghe has recovered a little recently, but because of the precious medicine and money is a little tight, he plans to visit Jucai Xuan again soon.

Your boss has depleted my blood, so I will grab the jade pendant and go to your store to make up for it.

But He Muyang did seem to be in poor condition. Whether it was through spiritual vision or in normal state, the weakness of the soul was clearly visible.

"Calm down?" Zhang Qinghe didn't mention business in his first sentence.

He Muyang understood what he meant, and at the same time, he was also confused as to why Zhang Qinghe knew that he was in an irrational state a few days ago.

He nodded blankly.

"Brother Zhang...is Qingluo's new friend?"

He Muyang pondered for a moment and came up with this inference.

"Qingluo is a stubborn person, and that jade hairpin may not be a last resort. But unfortunately, Xie Luming is not a good man.

But this... I didn't dare or didn't want to say it when she was alive. "

Zhang Qinghe smiled. When talking to normal people, there is no need to waste words.

This is right. If you meet an abnormal person, why bother to be reasonable? And if you meet a normal person, why do you need to be reasonable?

"That's right, you know her very well."

Zhang Qinghe took the spiritual tea from the servant, sipped it for a moment, and his expression became lighter.

"Let's put it this way...Qingluo is too simple, too discerning, too arrogant and stubborn. Not only is she naive, but she is also cutely stupid."

He Muyang had a hint of reminiscence on his face.

"That doesn't sound like an advantage."

"But some people, even if they have bad habits, always attract some people to be willing to get close to them."

Zhang Qinghe curled his lips and said so politely.

It was not like he had never seen the female doll in the vision. He had to say that the bloodline of the Li family was excellent. In terms of face and figure, she was only a few points behind Sister Taiyin.

"Then, can Brother Zhang tell Mu Yang about Qingluo and Dongzi?"

He Muyang met Zhang Qinghe's eyes with a solemn expression.

Zhang Qinghe saw bloodshot eyes and some kind of flame in his eyes.

"Brother Zhang will not be embarrassed. Brother Zhang only chooses what he can say..."

Zhang Qinghe smiled and did not answer He Muyang's words. Instead, he seemed to be distracted and asked -

"Brother He, don't you want to know why I came here today?"