After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

Hua Qian took the painting and left the team with a few disciples. Not long after they left, a middle-aged man with a ferocious look suddenly jumped out from the alley next to them, hugged the disciple who was posting the drawing paper, and bit him hard on the shoulder.

The disciple felt pain, turned around and kicked the gangster away.

But I saw that his eyes were red and he crawled up in a strange posture.

The disciple couldn't help but be shocked.

"Uncle Hua, he..."

Hua Qian was also shocked. What kind of martial arts was this? Why was it so evil?

The long sword came out of its sheath with a clang and stabbed the man in the chest.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, then opened his bloody mouth and pounced towards them.

Hua Qian was also frightened. The horrific scene before her was even more terrifying than the dwarf ghost in Dong Liu.

At this time, another sword flew out and directly cut off the man's head.

Hua Qian clasped her fists and expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you, Master Yin, for your help."

Yin Xingyun returned the gift.

"It's just a small favor, Senior Hua, you don't have to be polite."

Pavilion Master Xiao had already dismounted from his horse. He glanced at the man, then closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. He frowned and said, "This place is very strange. It seems that there are no living people in this town."

Xiao Yinhuan flew down afterwards and also felt that this place was quite unusual.

"Father, be careful. There is a strong smell of blood here. Something must have happened not long ago."

Pavilion Master Xiao nodded.

"Don't worry about these for now. We are already several months late. We should hurry to find Qingxuan and Zhao'er. Since we are sure they are in Zifu, let's go to Tianfeng first and then come back to investigate what happened here."

After leaving Beihai, Pavilion Master Xiao went to look for his old friend Taoist Tianji, seeking a way to remove the blood tomb for his grandson. Now he finally lived up to his old friend's expectations and brought the person back.

Because the journey was long and Taoist Tianji was in seclusion, it took quite a while. Yin Xingyun was not a martial artist, so it was not easy for him to find a large sect in the mountains.

He also groped in the dark, searching for the gate of Shengyin Pavilion in vain. He also spent a lot of time inquiring from many sources. If Hua Qian had not gone out of the valley to buy wine, Yin Xingyun would probably have had to return home.

So he rode his horse quickly all the way, determined to find the little prince and Yin Qingxuan.

Several people nodded at the same time and jumped on their horses.

Suddenly, a Taoist chant sounded behind me.

"Amitabha Buddha, are you looking for the Purple Palace?"

Pavilion Master Xiao and the others turned around at the same time, and saw a young Taoist in a gray Taoist robe standing five meters away.

The man looked to be about twenty years old, with a very handsome face and a pair of eyes as clear as mountain water and as bright as spring water in a pond, which made people feel inexplicably peaceful.

There was some blood on his body, as if he had just been through a fierce battle.

Pavilion Master Xiao clasped his fists towards him.

"This little brother is..."

Qinghui bowed and performed the ceremony.

"I am just a small soldier in the Taoist sect, not worth mentioning. I just heard you mention the Purple Mansion, and I just happened to know the way."

Yin Xingyun's expression lit up with joy and he urged his horse forward.

He clasped his fists and asked, "Please give me some advice, little master."

Qing Hui pointed to the highest peak on the east side.

"That is Jietian Peak, and the Purple Mansion is located on Jietian Peak."

"Thank you."

Yin Xingyun wanted to ask what happened here, but felt that he should not waste time, so he nodded to Pavilion Master Xiao.

Everyone immediately turned their horses around and headed east.

The carriage was at the end and soon passed Qinghui. The person in the carriage suddenly lifted the curtain and looked at Qinghui, with a flash of horror in his eyes.

Qinghui smiled at him, her smile was elegant and kind.

Then he stood there, quietly watching Pavilion Master Xiao and his party for a long time, lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "I wish you infinite longevity and happiness..."

The last few words were lost in the whistling wind...