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

He Yuntong shook his head helplessly and said to his disciples: "Take Pavilion Master Xiao to the dungeon, and the others will bring their disciples back and be on strict guard."

Seeing the Pavilion Master leaving, Si Miaoyin all clenched their fingers. However, this was the Pavilion Master's order and they had nothing to do.

Back at Shengyin Pavilion, it was already dawn.

No one was sleepy, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

Ye Jinglan already knew the whole story from Yin Qingxuan, so he could only express his sympathy. Even a master like Ye Jingyu could not stop it, let alone himself.

It's better to go find that little Baga to get close to him, the atmosphere in the pavilion is really too depressing.

After informing Yin Qingxuan, Ye Jinglan took Wang Shun out of the house and went to the restaurant where Morita Piyanzi stayed.

Morita Piyanzi was sitting in the restaurant listening to gossip. The shores of Beihai were full of people from all walks of life. News spread faster than among the common people. The whole restaurant was talking about what happened last night.

Upon learning that Pavilion Master Xiao was imprisoned in a fine iron prison jointly built by various sects, Morita Piyanzi's lips suddenly evoked a smile.

God was really helping him. Before they could take action, their own people started fighting among themselves.

But I don’t know who did this, maybe he can be roped in for his own use.

In the corner not far from him, a pair of ordinary middle-aged men and women were sitting quietly drinking tea.

These two people were Fangruo and Guan Xiao in disguise.

Fangruo has always believed that Ashlan is not dead. Now that Jiangwu is calm, it means that he has not gone back to make trouble. Then the most likely place for him to come is Beihai.

Fishing in troubled waters was Aslan's specialty. If he was not here, she would look for him elsewhere.

As long as she still has breath, she will travel through the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains until she finds him.

Then he killed him with his own hands to avenge himself and his parents who died early.

Thinking of Ashlan's cruelty, two strong hatreds suddenly burst out of Fangruo's eyes.

Guan Xiao took a bite of food for her and whispered: "Eat some. Only when you are full will you have more strength."

Fangruo didn't say anything, drank the tea in the cup, lowered her head and ate as if to vent her anger.

Guan Xiao sighed softly.

"Be careful of choking."

Fangruo paused with her chopsticks and did not raise her head.

At this time, Ye Jinglan had led Wang Shuncong up the stairs.

Fangruo was facing the stairs and saw Wang Shun's fingers trembling slightly.

Why is he here?

Wang Shun had already seen Morita Pi Yanzi and pointed in that direction.

Ye Jinglan immediately walked over with a smile on his face.

Fangruo frowned when she saw that it was not Ashlan who was following Wang Shun.

"Let's go. This place is already full. Let's find a place to stay first and then slowly find people."

Guan Xiao immediately went downstairs to pay the bill, and he did everything he could for Fangruo.

The two of them left the restaurant and asked several inns, but were told that they were full.

Guan Xiao said with an unhappy look on his face: "How come so many people came to this small Beihai all at once?"

Fangruo ignored him and continued walking forward.

It wasn't that she was being arrogant, she really wanted Guan Xiao to give up and return to Beijing as soon as possible.

Guan Xiao was not angry and continued to mutter beside him.

Not far ahead is the gorgeously furnished Xiaoyao Sect. About ten meters away from Xiaoyao Sect, there is a slightly shabby inn.

Fangruo hesitated for a moment and said, "Go and ask if anyone can live here?"

Guan Xiao responded and ran in quickly. At this time, a man wearing a bamboo hat walked out of Xiaoyao Sect, followed by four or five disciples. It was obvious at a glance that he was an extraordinary person.

Looking at the ankle-length black gauze hanging on this man's bamboo hat, Fangruo couldn't help but be curious and took a second look.

Several people just happened to pass by the person. Fangruo turned around, thinking about his identity. Her eyes fell from above to the pair of dark boots. Looking at the way the person settled down, Fangruo My body suddenly shook...