In the purple mist.

Under Zhao Lingfei's thoughts, 'Purity' blocked all the sounds in the small world of purple air and prevented them from leaking out.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong, who had torn off Zhang Huizhi's arms, stopped the bleeding first.

Let his mind be clear, and he can suffer pain but not die.

The three women then interrogated the suspect and obtained the information they wanted to know most - what exactly happened in the bamboo courtyard after Zhu Yourong's clone took Zhao Qian'er away for a thousand miles.

And the one Qian'er is holding now... the reason why Zhao Rong's arm was broken...

At the moment, Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhu Yourong have each entrusted their "masters" to search for Zhao Rong.

The former's teacher was Mr. Bai, who had stopped Concubine Zhao Ling's magical powers from losing control in time in Taiqing Prefecture and brought her here with him. He was also the Mohist master of the four prefectures of Taiqing.

The latter's teacher was a tall and thin old scholar whom Zhu Yourong, who was multitasking and had her real body left in Linlu Academy, was forced to seek help from.

At the moment, the two "masters" had not yet sent any news. Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong, who appeared calm but were extremely anxious in their hearts, certainly would not put all their hopes on others. So while waiting for the "masters" to send news, they took action in two directions...

This was also the reason why the two girls hurried to Jiyue Mountain not long ago to help Zhao Qianer find out Zhang Huizhi.

The bamboo courtyard is deserted, and the only enemy and clue that can be found is Zhang Huizhi.

It is estimated that the latter had never imagined that after Zhao Rong's death, the rescue team involved in Duyou City would be so large.

Not to mention Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong, the two 'teachers' who might be at the seventh level, Zhu Yourong and the inconspicuous man holding the sword alone showed combat power at the Nascent Soul level. Any one of them could suppress all the open forces of the Dali Dynasty.

Even if placed in the mountains of the entire continent, how many immortal sects would dare to provoke Zhao Rong after knowing this background?

If Zhang Huizhi, who had abandoned the bamboo courtyard in time and ordered his wife, children and servants to evacuate quickly not long ago, could have foreseen all this, he would probably have found his self-righteous reaction and caution at the time extremely ridiculous.

However, Zhang Huizhi, lying on the ground at this moment, never had a chance to come back.

Formal interrogations, even those involving torture, have specific procedures and questions and answers in order to restore the full picture of the incident, such as first finding out the criminal's motives.

However, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er were not interested in Zhang Huizhi's motives and psychology at this time. They just wanted to find their husband quickly and ask about the details and accomplices later.

Zhu Yourong, who was more calm and methodical, glanced at the anxious daughters of Concubine Zhao Lingfei, understood them very well, and allowed them to question them.

When Zhang Huizhi, breathing weakly and with difficulty, revealed what happened in the bamboo forest courtyard not long ago and the general background of the disfigured old Confucian scholar who was chasing Zhao Rong.

Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Qianer were silent.

Things were more complicated than they had imagined.

Xiao Qian'er lowered her head and silently looked at the five broken finger bones on his broken arm.

Before going to the "Hongmen Feast" in the afternoon, this hand was still holding her little hand, tickling her palm mischievously, and hooking her little finger with it out of jealousy...

Xiao Qian'er sniffed her nose which felt a little sour.

At this time, Zhu Yourong suddenly said: "Let me ask you, after Ziyu was transported away by the 'black light' in the scabbard, did Qin Jianfu return to the yard after he went to look for him?"

Zhang Huizhi shook his head.

"Before we evacuated the yard... we didn't see him return, and after that... we don't know."

Zhu Yourong continued to ask, "How long did it take from the time he left until you evacuated the yard?"

Zhang Huizhi was silent for a while, then reported in a hoarse voice for quite a while.

Zhu Yourong and the nervous Zhao Lingfei looked at each other and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the life or death of Zhao Rong, who was "accidentally" teleported away, is still unknown, it is at least "uncertain" rather than clearly "dead".

At least... there is still a glimmer of hope, they still have a glimmer of association.

Zhao Lingfei looked coldly at the miserable man dying on the ground, waved her hand, and rolled him to the side, away from them.

At the same time, Zhang Huizhi's five senses were blocked, so he could not hear their subsequent conversation.

Concubine Zhao Ling directly said to Zhu Yourong who was deep in thought: "Mr. Zhu, is that 'ink stroke' in the scabbard a backup plan you left behind?"

Zhu Yourong nodded, and turned to look at the 'broken arm' in Zhao Qian'er's arms:

"That was my worst guess at the time. I was afraid that he would... 'want to die'. I was afraid that he would give this extra 'stroke' to someone else..."

She glanced at Zhao Qian'er who was buried in her head, but Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head away without looking at Qian'er. Zhu Yourong continued:

"At the same time, I was also worried that it would be easily discovered by the prepared enemy, so when I first appeared in the bamboo forest courtyard to help him sheath the sword, I hid the last stroke inside. Once he draws the sword again, it can be activated immediately and teleport in a random direction..."

"only……"

Zhu Yourong whispered: "Although I have set up this last resort, when the situation becomes so serious that it really has to be used, I won't have much hope of saving this fool..."

The woman still remembers clearly the pain she felt when she was walking on the corridor of Mochi Academy and these "messages" came to her at the same time, breaking down her defenses in an instant.

"But the reality is that my husband used the last trick you left and escaped a hundred miles away... Although I don't know why the thief didn't return until Zhang Huizhi's family evacuated... But..."

Concubine Zhao Ling bowed solemnly to Zhu Yourong: "But thank you, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Yourong's Yuanying face looked a little haggard at this time. She stretched out her hand to support Zhao Lingfei, but withdrew her hand halfway.

"No need to be polite, we all care about Tzuyu, everyone does."

Zhu Yourong originally subconsciously wanted to say "one of our own", which was a normal meaning.

But for some reason, she was smart and sensitive, and she was afraid that if this sentence reached the ears of the wife of Tzuyu's family, it would be equated with "family" and have a completely different meaning...

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Lingfei who was looking at her calmly. Xiao Qian'er, who was holding her broken arm and looking down, also looked at her sideways...

"I am the headmaster of the academy. I discovered Tzuyu's talent very early on, and I can't help but admire her. Just like... and Mr. Yan, um, regarding Tzuyu, Mr. Yan and I have always had a consensus. In fact, we have privately had tea together to plan Tzuyu's future Confucianism..."

She paused for a moment in the middle of her speech, and then seemed to have found a shield, and spoke more fluently, "Mr. Yan left a maple leaf for Zi Yu, so I naturally have to leave him a self-defense item."

Zhu Yourong looked at the ground beside him, nodded after speaking, and sighed softly under the gaze of Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer.

Zhao Lingfei nodded, and did not ask why the secret hand you gave Rong'er to protect himself was written on the palm of his hand...

She changed the subject, and Zhu Yourong's clenched hands quietly loosened under her sleeves.

Afterwards, the three women did not dare to waste time and had a brief discussion, deciding to temporarily put aside the interrogation of Zhang Huizhi.

Leave this to Xiao Qian'er who stayed behind first, while Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhu Yourong will go to the bamboo forest courtyard again immediately.

Search the surrounding area carefully.

The women believed that since Zhao Rong was randomly teleported away a hundred miles away, there must be traces and clues left within a hundred miles of the bamboo forest courtyard.

Moreover, according to Zhang Huizhi, Zhao Rong died with a serious injury and a broken arm, so there must have been a lot of traces of blood, footprints and the like left behind. Even if they were wiped out by Qin Jianfu who chased after him later, there must have been some clues left behind.

At present, there is no news from the 'teacher', but Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong don't want to be idle for a moment.

Then the three women each took one arm, left the remaining Zhang Huizhi behind, and walked out of the purple mist.

…

On the high platform.

Three women walked out of the purple mist.

There was still great silence on and off the stage.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong didn't care. After dropping the broken arm, the former said a few words to Li Bai, and then the two women prepared to leave.

"Miss."

Xiao Qian'er, who had been following behind, suddenly looked up and called out.

Concubine Zhao Ling stopped flying her sword and turned her head to face her. "What's the matter?"

Qian'er held the broken arm tightly in her arms. The blood soaked the girl's clean dress. She said seriously, "Brother Rong'er will not die."

He is not dead, he will always be with her and the young lady.

Even if the body dies.

The girl hugged her broken arm tightly and still believed this stubbornly.

Seeing her pale face that was focused, Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips and nodded, "Yes."

A pair of autumn eyes narrowed, "Let's... bring him back. He... don't think about leaving us."

After saying this, Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhu Yourong flew away on the wind and headed for the small courtyard in the bamboo forest.

Zhao Qian'er, Li Bai, and everyone in the audience watched the two of them walk away.

There was silence for a moment on and off the platform.

Then.

A girl with peach blossom eyes whose face is no longer as chubby as it was when she was young.

Moved.

"Uncle Xiaobai."

"Here." The man holding the sword responded softly.

"I am the Black Bird Zhao family, and I am responsible for how to deal with the shameful betrayer." The girl tilted her head slightly.

Li Bai narrowed his eyes and read the ancient custom of a certain island in the north named after "West":

"The body was hung upside down on the cliff of sin, exposed to the sun, pecked by the sharp-beaked demon eagle, and kept alive by taking the magical medicine that can make bones grow flesh... until the 9981st day, when all the flesh and blood were eaten, leaving only a clean skeleton."

The man murmured, "So, the punishment is halfway done. I will capture your soul again, get seven spirits and three souls, and throw them into the thunder pool on the top of the mountain to be refined to death..."

"White bones and skeletons, thunder and soul refining."

The girl nodded.

There is no Cliff of Sin on this continent, nor are there any devilish eagles swooping down from the sky to eat human flesh.

but.

She has thunder and sword skills.

Zhao Qian'er held her broken arm in one hand and held the stinging thunder in the other, and quietly walked into the purple mist left by Zhao Lingfei.

She was going to complete the final physical death of that traitor.

Everyone in the audience was stunned. The girl's figure disappeared in the purple mist. Li Bai held the sword and waited outside the mist.

Not long.

Amid the endless stream of terrifying wails and solemn thunders coming from the purple mist on the stage.

Everyone... was silent.

Including the old Censor Cheng, who had difficulty breathing and was gasping for breath.

Because they knew what was happening in the purple mist.

The girl is being tortured... and training her soul.

The air became increasingly dead silent.

…

One hundred miles away from the bamboo forest courtyard, beside a turbulent river.

There were two women, one standing and one squatting.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong both looked serious at this moment.

They carefully looked at the bloodstains on the ground that Zhao Rong had left behind...

After a moment, Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath, and then slowly turned her eyes to the river beside her...

Zhu Yourong, with a pair of snow-white eyes, suddenly rose into the air and looked towards a waterfall downstream of the river.

"Both Ziyu and Qin Jianfu were here, but... there were no signs of a fight."

"There are two possibilities. One is that they did not meet, and Tzuyu jumped into the river and went downstream."

"One possibility is that Qin Jianfu took the seriously injured Zi Yu away directly, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Concubine Zhao Ling said nothing when she heard this.

They had temporarily lost the clue, and could only search downstream bit by bit, not leaving any trace behind.

We can only hope that there are traces of him somewhere downstream, otherwise...

That is the first and worst possibility.

Concubine Zhao Ling knelt on her knees where the man had fallen.

bend over.

The frosty white and slender five fingers penetrated deeply into the purple-black soil where the blood had dried, and clenched into fists.

There was silence between the two women for a moment.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly stood up, lowered her head, pinched a handful of blood mud, and walked quickly downstream regardless of anything.

She was extremely fast, but even faster than Concubine Zhao Lingfei was the bamboo horse floating on her shoulder.

Cut it off with one sword.

Along the turbulent 100-mile river, every red leaf turned into flying ash.

As a result, the woods along the lower reaches of the river turned into a long row of dead trees, without a single red leaf left.

It could no longer obstruct Concubine Zhao Ling's vision.

Seeing this, Zhu Yourong sighed, moved, and immediately caught up with Zhao Lingfei.

The two women prepared to search the rapids downstream inch by inch until... they reached the end of the rapids.

Li Du.

However, just when they had walked less than a hundred meters, the two women stopped in their tracks.

The first person to stop was Zhu Yourong.

She opened her eyes with a frown on her face, and saw what the real body left in the academy was going through...

The second person was Concubine Zhao Lingfei, who was walking in front with an indifferent look. She was only two beats slower and suddenly took out a crystal clear jade gourd from her arms.

A message flowed from the jade gourd into the woman's heart.

She immediately froze in place, her face suddenly filled with surprise.

It’s like a traveler who is lost in the desert and about to die of thirst suddenly sees an oasis ahead.

The two girls quickly turned around and looked at each other, but when they saw similar expressions on each other's faces, they were stunned again.

Soon, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Lingfei both understood.

They smiled and nodded, without saying anything more, and took off in tacit understanding.

Then, according to the same direction information sent by their respective commanders, they flew directly to somewhere downstream.

…

Jiyue Mountain, on a high platform on the mountainside.

A young girl walked out of the purple mist again.

He was still holding a broken arm and an ancient sword in his hand.

But there was no more sound coming from the purple mist behind her.

Zhao Qian'er ignored the people in the audience. She tilted her head, raised her hand, and put the sword in her hand, which was a perfect match for her innate magical power of "Swing", to her ear.

"oh."

The girl seemed to be listening to something, and nodded slightly, "You said, you want to die?"

It seems like he is talking to himself.

"No." She twitched her lips.

"What? Begging me to let them go?"

Zhao Qian'er, who seemed to be listening to the "sword", glanced at Zhang Huizhi's wife and children who had fainted, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Whether they can survive depends on... Brother Rong'er."

She lowered her eyes, "I listened to him, but if he...can't talk to me anymore, then...I'll make the decision and kill him."

Zhao Qian'er looked straight ahead, hugging her broken arm tightly in her arms, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"Oh, you said...you want to die and don't want to live in this state."

Zhao Qian'er was quiet for a moment, and suddenly a little light appeared in the depths of her eyes, which were plain but slightly gray.

This was her only hope of survival.

"No, I'm going to let Brother Rong'er deal with you. Brother Rong'er will be brought back by Miss and Mr. Zhu soon, don't worry..."

Li Bai, who was not far away, frowned slightly, looking at Xiao Qian'er, who was so sad that she seemed to be in a state of calm delusion and illusion, and felt a little worried.

No matter how well she restrained herself and how cold-blooded she acted, she was still a 17-year-old girl after all. She had just cut a person into more than 3,000 pieces in a confined space. It was inevitable that her mental state would be somewhat extreme, revealing some signs of abnormality...

But he didn't dare to interrupt at this time.

The girl tilted her head and looked straight ahead.

It seems like he is looking at someone.

On her pale little face, she was smiling softly as she muttered to herself, "Let him interrogate you. I'm stupid and not very good at it, but Qian'er is still useful. I have to do the dirty work for Brother Rong'er... My brother Rong'er is a scholar, he can't deal with a lowly person like you personally, and can't do such dirty and tiring work. I'm here, and my husband must study hard..."

The whole place was silent. Everyone felt a little horrified when they saw this strange scene.

Zhao Qian'er, who had just made 3,507 precise cuts in the purple mist, did not have a single drop of blood on her body except for the blood from Zhao Rong's severed arm.

She was still mumbling with her head tilted, as if she was chatting about family matters, "My swordsmanship should be pretty good, I didn't waste a single blow just now, and this thunder pool is well built, it won't kill you, but it seems to hurt a bit, well, it makes you want to die... Well, you just bear it and wait for Brother Rong'er to come."

"What?" Xiao Qian'er laughed, "What if he can't come, hehe..."

"Then..." She nodded, "I'll take you down with me. Oh, and as for that old beast, I'll take you down with me and hand him over to Brother Rong'er personally..."

Zhao Qian'er said, lowering her head and gently said to the broken arm: "Brother Rong'er, don't think about leaving me."

Li Bai: “…”

The man was about to speak, but at this moment, something in his and Xiao Qian'er's arms shook.

Zhao Qian'er restrained her silly smile.

The two of them freed their hands and immediately took out the small jade gourd used for communication.

"The young lady has been found! She said she is safe!" Li Bai heaved a sigh of relief and turned around quickly, "Qian'er, the young lady asked us to go and meet her quickly..."

He paused for a moment, because Xiao Qian'er beside him had already jumped on the spot and flew away, without even a trace of her left.

Li Bai's mouth twitched, and then he slowly said: "Uh... meet up."

"Wuwuwu Rong'er brother!!!"

In the distance, the loud shouts of a sword-wielding girl who was both crying and laughing could be heard faintly.

Li Bai couldn't hold back his expression any longer and cursed with a smile.

“This girl.”

Afterwards, he left the white bones and skulls on the stage after the purple mist dissipated, and chased after Zhao Qian'er with the Dali people who were making a fuss below the stage.